Holes In The Wall Ch 02

Seemingly abandoned by their captors, Dana and Evie lay panting and sweaty in their bindings. The mingled loads of cum that had been piped deep into their holes caught the draft in the invisible room. Dana's swollen pussy felt cool and sticky. Evie's legs were soaked. Shivering, Evie tried her best to twist her prone body so she could look at her friend.

"How... How long do you think we have?" she eventually croaked. Her voice was hoarse and raspy from screaming.

Dana's skin was flushed. Her soft belly and round breasts rose and fell with her ragged breaths. She had been treated to more orgasms than Evie, and was fighting against the afterglow of the forced pleasure to summon a shred of mental clarity.

"I have no idea, " she confessed, and then she grimaced. "I hope we get a break soon. My hamstrings are sore in this position."

Evie couldn't help but find some humor in her friend's complaint. On the list of body parts that were a little sore right now, her legs did not make the top three. But her position, the traditional face down, ass out posture, allowed for her legs to support her weight on one side of the wall, and the bed she was splayed across to support the other. She certainly didn't envy Dana's position, with her knees in the air by her head and her body suspended halfway through a wall. What a ridiculous predicament. Her cum-drunkenness approached delirium and she started to chuckle.

"And just what the fuck is so funny right now, Eve?" Dana demanded indignantly.

"Nothing!" Evie exclaimed between muted rumbles of laughter. "Nothing. It's just... Remember what you said last night when we were getting ready to go out?"

"What? No..." she muttered. Any memories beyond their current circumstances were lost to the blackout. Dana's head still spun from the hangover. A headache pulsed behind her temples.

"You wore that dress because you quote, 'wanted to get so much dick tonight that you would forget your stupid ex,' unquote."

"Urgh! I hate you right now!" Dana shrieked as she joined her friend's laughter, blushing furiously. Evie knew Dana would have covered her face in embarrassment if her bindings allowed it.

"The Dress 1, Kyle zero!" Evie teased. Kyle was a douchebag. Their whole friend group hated him, and his obsession with sports betting. At least with anonymous dick you didn't have to hear much from the man it belonged to.

"Duuude," Dana said. "To be so fucking for real right now, if Kyle had been half as good at eating me out as... Whoever the hell that was, he might still be around."

"Jesus Christ Dane, you got oral? I just got... put through the fucking ringer."

Just then, the door to their room opened and two men stepped inside, placing a shopping bag on a chair by the beds, as well as the clothes they had been wearing the previous night, neatly folded. Dana strained to turn her head to get a closer look. Evie recognized the groom and best man from the bachelor party they'd spent the better part of the night drinking with. They were also still in the previous night's clothes.

The best man made a beeline for Dana and started undoing her restraints.

"Let's get you out of this wall, baby girl," he muttered softly in her ear. "Can you point your toes for me?" She weakly complied, and he freed her feet from their bindings at the ankle. Then he hooked his arms under her armpits, pulled her body gently towards him, and helped her sit upright.

With none of the same care, the groom unceremoniously undid Evie's bondage and let her wriggle her own back end through the hole in the wall to meet the rest of her.

"So." The groom said. "Um...we've taken up a lot of your Saturday night and early Sunday morning. Thanks for the entertainment." He smirked.

Evie scoffed at this characterization of the last few hours. The best man had joined Dana on the bed. He smoothed her hair down and wiped a mascara streak from under her eye.

"We brought you tee shirts, water, Ibuprofen, and plan B," he said with an awkward smile. "And there's brunch downstairs." He massaged Dana's shoulders, a gesture she couldn't help but appreciate. She was so tense, and so sore. Maybe it was some biological weakness, an evolutionary artifact of being bred like an animal, that was making her warm up to this guy. He had a genuine, goofy sort of smile.

"We can call you an Uber if you've got places to be," the groom said, interrupting Dana's train of thought. "But if you don't, you can also stick around. We've booked the room for another night."

Evie stared at him blankly. "Stick around? And what, get another train run on us by you and your perv friends?"

The groom held his hand to his heart in mock offense. "Me? No, of course not, I would never! I'm about to be a married man, after all."

Evie rolled her eyes.

"But yes to the rest of it. You don't have to decide right now on an empty stomach. You can take a nap or something first. But you should know when you're making that decision..." he pulled his wallet from his jeans and unsheathed a stack of cash, leaving it on top of the chair. "This is from the boys, for such a good time."

"We are not escorts," Evie insisted firmly.

"Right!" the Groom said with an uncharacteristic brightness that made her grit her teeth. "This was no work, all play. You told us last night that you wanted to have some fun, after all." Both of the girls' faces reddened. "But if you want more fun, there's more of this too."

"Great." Evie said flatly. She watched them leave. The best man turned to catch one last glimpse of Dana on the way out, and they were alone again.

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Dana quietly padded down the hotel hallway in the soft portable flats she carried in her going-out bag as an alternative to her heels. The tee shirt she'd been provided hung at an awkward length over her sparkly party dress. The picture of a walk of shame. She'd parted ways with Evie after they showered and ate. Once they recognized where they were, Evie had realized this hotel, with the inexplicable glory hole fuck suite, was within walking distance from her apartment. Dana would ask the men for an Uber back to the bar where she'd left her car. That's what she had told Evie, anyway.

In reality, the best man, whose name was something like Brent or Bryant (she couldn't quite tell from the sloppy drunken way she'd spelled it in her phone), had texted her with a proposition. She didn't even remember exchanging numbers while they were bar hopping last night.

"I don't think I made you cum enough. I'd love for you to let me fix that."

In her folded dress was a keycard for another room in the hotel. Number 315. She concealed it from Evie, a little embarrassed that she was considering the offer. But here she was, newly single on a weekend, with a new man ready to cut the bullshit and wreck her pussy. The prospect was a little exciting. Meeting up with him again wouldn't be the absolute craziest thing she'd done in the last 24 hours. She touched the key card to the sensor by the door and the light flickered green. The room was empty and clean, and the bed looked inviting. She burrowed under the comforter, opting not to text back. He'd discover her sooner or later-- what if spontaneity was the secret ingredient? Besides, she could use a little rest before she let her body take another beating...

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Evie's heart pounded as she sat on the bed where she had been restrained and fucked by the strangers only a few hours before. She had pulled her dress back over her shivering body, for whatever decency its plunging neckline and high leg slit allowed her. After assuring her friend that she would get home safely, she had snuck back up to the room with the holes in the wall. The fact that something so exhilaratingly dirty as this place could exist in a very mundane seeming chain hotel was shocking to her. She'd always pictured a filthy glory hole in the back of a porn shop as the venue for anonymous public hookups-- though she had heard rumors of drug orgies in certain hotels from some of her wealthier friends who ran in hipster tech circles.

She was freshly showered, and her pussy pulsed with a dull ache. As she rubbed lotion from a mini hotel bottle into her smooth waxed legs, she considered what was so appealing to her about subjecting her holes to more abuse. While a little extra money never hurt, she was here for anonymous dick with no strings attached, no awkward dates, and no annoying conversation. She was unexpectedly fine with that. How did that Elvis song go? A little less conversation, a little more action.

She regarded the hole in the wall, the gateway to her desires, such as it was. To nestle her body back into position, it required her to sit on all-fours, arching her back in a humiliating way as she wiggled her lower half, first her feet, her legs, then her ass through to the other side. The task was much harder while wearing her heels, but they made her feel sexy. Standing on the precarious stilettos made her calf muscles more prominent. She'd even refreshed her hair and makeup before getting back in front of the cameras. Though she had insisted to the groom that she was not a whore, she mused to herself that it would be hard for an outside observer to spot the difference. She squeezed her thighs together, sliding them against one another, and felt a swell in her pussy. Suddenly, a familiar draft chilled her bottom.

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The best man, whose name was indeed Brent, could not believe his eyes as he stumbled into his private room to see Dana asleep. Her honey colored curls peeked out of the white comforter and scattered across the pillow. It reminded him of the story of Goldilocks, letting herself in and falling asleep in the bed as she awaited the arrival of the bears.

Though the comparison made him chuckle, he knew that he had only found Dana here because she wanted him to deliver on his promise, so he wasted no time. He lifted the comforter at the foot of the bed, exposing her legs and her beautiful ass under her dress. He tucked his fingers under the fabric and hiked up the skirt, grabbing generous handfuls of her soft ass cheeks. He began handling them, squishing them together then pulling them apart to watch the butterfly of her labia open and close.

"Hmm? Wha?" she murmured, stirring in her half-sleep as he massaged her ass cheeks. He grabbed her thighs and hoisted her ass up in the air, momentarily blinding her under the sheets as he shoved his tongue deep into her pussy again.

Dana moaned and struggled a little against his grip as she started to come to, but she was immobilized. Brent held firmly on to her soft flesh as he fucked her with his tongue. In a rhythmic pattern, he'd flick his tongue down the slit to lap at her clit before returning to her hole. He desperately wanted to play with her ass some more, but he could tell that was new for her-- he could take that right now if he wanted it, and he knew that, but he decided not to push it. He planned to play the long game and treat her so right she'd be begging him to make her an anal slut in no time. His own slut! No need to share her. Sheesh, seeing his buddy getting ready to settle down with his girl had awoken something damn near domestic in Brent. He wanted to wife up somebody like Dana. Someone exactly like her, as a matter of fact.

Detangling his face from her crotch, he smacked her once across the ass possessively, savoring her shriek of surprise. She was fully awake now. He lay across the bed, pulling her on top of his face, then pushing up on her hips to encourage her to sit up straight, cowgirl style. Once she followed his cue she was comfortably riding his tongue, setting her own pace for the way she'd receive the pleasure he had promised. As before, he'd withdraw his tongue from her pussy to suckle on her swollen clit. The sensation drove her absolutely wild.

She looked down at the man whose face she was currently treating as her seat, and bucked her hips back and forth to drive him further into her. She could see the creases of a smile around his eyes at this sign of initiative from her. Her juices soaked his tongue like sweet nectar as he stroked his hungry hands up and down her body. She reached behind her to feel for his cock and felt the familiar length, ridges and all, that she had taken only a few hours ago. She'd never been with a guy who would get so horny trying to make her feel good-- especially not with oral! This was kind of special, and new. She'd tried a few new things, she reminded herself, thinking of the strange position she had been bound and suspended in in the hotel's secret glory holes. Would she let herself be tied up again if he asked? Would he ask?

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Evie didn't have to wait long before she felt a familiar touch from behind. She shifted her weight, wobbling a little in her heels, but feeling no worry that unseen strangers may find her movements awkward. She continued to avoid making eye contact with the camera above her head though, out of sheer uncertainty of what exactly she should do with her face. Smile? Wink?

This time there were fewer formalities than her previous experience, if that were even possible. A cock unceremoniously slid between her ass cheeks and into her pussy, dry. She winced and wished the dimensions of the hole in the wall could accommodate her fingers to allow her to stimulate her clit a little.

The door to her room opened and she started, earning her a punitive smack on the ass that would definitely leave a mark.

"Ah! Wait," Evie said in confusion. She was not expecting to see anyone on this side of the wall during this session. She couldn't even really be sure this man was part of the original five. Without a reply, he began to re-bind her arms in front of her. Whoever was fucking her from behind suddenly rammed his dick deep and hard into her insides and she mewled pathetically, tossing her head upwards to meet the gaze of the new man in front of her.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, you fucking slut?" Evie groaned, not sure what she should or could say, but the truth was undeniable by virtue of the mere fact she was here again. She had liked this, and she had come back for more of it. Her body rocked back and forth across the bed with the force of the rhythmic penetration and withdrawal, and her legs trembled.

The man in front of her grabbed a handful of her auburn hair and tugged her head up to force eye contact with him. He was slim with dark eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. She panted with her tongue out as he undid his belt and unbuckled his pants. The complete vulnerability she felt in the face of this total stranger made her heart pound.

"Wait, what?" she began to nervously utter, registering the scene in front of her before the dick behind her rammed in deep, forcing her eyes to roll back into her head.

"W-wait, you can't... " Her words fell on deaf ears as she suddenly found herself wrapping her lips around a new cock, struggling to accommodate its size. He knotted his fingers deeper into her hair and forced himself all the way down her throat. She gagged and coughed, but he wouldn't relent. He mercilessly throat-fucked her as the cock behind the wall continued to hammer on. Evie was again helpless, this time spit-roasted between two men. Her eyes welled with tears as she glared up at the camera, wondering who was watching her humiliation on the other side.

"You're a thirsty little whore, aren't you?" the man entoned. His hand still in her hair, he jerked her face towards him again. "Look at me when you suck my dick." She had no choice but to oblige. The head of his dick slammed into the back of her throat, and her voice gargled unintelligible sounds around him. She clenched her fist in her bindings, hoping not to gag on him as she took his full length down to the balls. She definitely did not recognize him from the previous night, which meant the word was most probably spreading that there was a glory hole whore open for business in this room.

The dry fucking she had been receiving from behind finally began to feel a little easier as her pussy caught up with supplying the juices needed to lubricate the rough entry. Focusing on sucking a cock well while another fucked her so hard she could feel the impact of balls slapping against her labia was a surprising test of her endurance and focus. The assault on her senses was unrelenting. She couldn't do much to change how she performed for the men on the other side of the wall, but the one tightly holding her hair and guiding himself in and out of her mouth demanded a little more attention. She tried feebly to make it a better blow job, flicking her tongue against the underside of his dick. Catching on to what she was trying, he pulled out and dunked his balls into her mouth. She suckled on them gently, knowing the makeup she'd carefully applied was already running down her face in slutty little streaks. Her eyes suddenly widened as she felt the first load explode inside her pussy.

The man removed his phone from his pocket, reading through a text as Evie serviced his balls. He smirked.

"I have been advised that I am obstructing the view of the camera, so I better finish up here."

Evie felt a little relieved there would be no further violation of her mouth, but worried about what that meant for her other holes. The man began jerking himself off, letting the tip of his cock rest between her lips until he milked some pale ejaculate into her mouth. As she grimaced at the taste, he pulled out mid-stream, letting a rivulet of cum dribble down her chin. He reserved one final spray to adorn her face, then as soon as he arrived, he was gone.

Evie faced the camera head on this time, her facial on display for all observers. She felt a new pair of hands on her body, stroking all the way upwards from her achilles heels to her thighs before spreading her ass wide open. A new cock followed soon afterwards, the hands guiding its way inside her.

She felt like a total bimbo as she let her mind wander to the fun, frivolous things she'd buy with the money she earned for this fun, frivolous sex. She wiggled her bottom in a way she hoped was vaguely enticing as cold lube once again oozed down her crack. Her pussy had warmed up considerably after the first dry fuck, so this could only mean this guy had eyes on fucking her ass. She blushed and diverted her gaze from the camera again, breathing deeply, focusing on willing herself to relax to allow the foreign objects into her hole with little resistance. A lubed up finger slid into her and began slowly, rhythmically fucking her ass, keeping pace with the dick in her cunt. The sensory overload was completely unbearable. Oh fuck, she realized in that instant, she was going to cum on this stranger. Right now.

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Dana, meanwhile, was screaming with total abandon. Her body had been folded practically in half in a mating press that allowed Brent easy access to her deepest parts. It was not unlike the position she had been contorted into inside the wall-- on her back with her feet in the air, where every wave of orgasm was on full display. She had already cum once on his tongue.

"Fuck babe, your pussy feels even better when I don't have to share you with anyone," Brent growled. He was even good at dirty talk, she observed, and she seized on the opportunity to match his intense energy through her shrieks of pleasure.

"Ungh, yes! l... AH...I like it! This is the only... dick I needed!" She couldn't believe the filthy, desperate words that were coming out of her mouth. Her enthusiasm drove him into a frenzy. His stroke quickened from a slow, purposeful rhythm that forced her to feel every ridge on every inch of his cock to a frantic spearing of her g-spot. Her scream reached new heights and he sunk his nails into the delicate soft flesh of her inner thighs.