Arriving to a sight even more alarming than Larissa expected, she froze as the naked stud chained to the floor and stared over at her. She pressed herself back into the metal and slammed her hand instinctively into the button to get out, but it was no longer green and pressing it had no effect. Arms clutched over her body and her cheeks now burning red, they were speechless a moment, suspended in place and trying to hold one another's gaze.
"Uhh, hi!" Larissa blurted at last, "I uhm, came to get another canister."
Stupefied at her reaction, expecting her to know what she was walking into, Damien took a step back, as if she was a scared animal. The heavy chain around his leg jangled as he moved and even that was enough to make her flinch.
"Sure... yeah, they come out over there." He said, pointing over to the glass tubes.
Peeking apprehensively around the frame of the entrance and moving sideways to avoid exposing her rear, she fixed her eyes on him, bumping into the glass pipe and nearly losing balance.
"Uh Larissa, listen. They told you there's like a game to this, right?" He asked, unsure how to broach this subject lightly.
Larissa nodded, now stock still as Damien regarded her uncertainly from afar. Whilst he had met Cait's college friends a while ago, and had socialised with them many times, Larissa seemed to possess a skittishness that was so deep-seated, he knew barely anything about her. Usually a cacophony of colour from her style of dress to her lavish makeup, her look intrigued him, sensing she had a similar affinity for style as he did. Appreciating her penchant for the experimental, he was especially fond of the recent copper-tinge to her hair, framing her pretty face with a thick fringe. Damien liked her lip piercing and was even open to the quirky stuff: the ostentatious eyeshadow, the little polka dots on her fingernails and the swathe of friendship bracelets up her arm.
It was strange now to see her so bare, though it revealed a tattoo he hadn't seen before, a tie-dye butterfly on her collarbone surrounded by small black stars. Shorter than the other girls, there was a considerable height difference between them, and it was hard for him not to feel overbearing, so as well as stepping back as far as he could, he took a seat.
Shouting internally to act less strangely, Larissa lamented herself, eventually able to shake her anxiety and will her arms to her sides. It was a shy sort of confidence, and quite endearing, and Damien was unable to suppress a small chuckle, which she mirrored in return. For a moment she seemed comfortable, but jolted as the two canisters arrived with a clang.
"R-right then," Larissa bumbled, making herself move as naturally as she could over to the screens, convincing herself that it was fine if she let him check out her ass a little. He noted her bum looked even better than when he'd briefly seen it straining against denim at parties, a pleasing jiggle to her thighs. He had plenty of time to stare, as the girl was bent over muttering to herself as she surveyed the options.
"Do you want to tell me what it says? I can help decide or we can talk it out if you'd like?"
"Oh! Uh yeah okay, so one is a pair of... lingerie panties, uh and I think it has like a vibrator in it, I can see some sort of silicone thing, also I don't think there's fabric at the back." Larissa explained clumsily, twisting her fingers together as she spoke, "it says the requirement for that is... uh... anal s-sex." Gulping before she continued, turning and forcing herself to lock eye contact as she told him the rest, "the other one has a weird butt plug, uh quite a big one, and you have to perform... oral on me for that one."
"It says that?"
"Well it actually says, 'Pussy Licking Required' but... you know."
He laughed again, "okay, what are you thinking?"
Though she felt the need to adopt a sort of decision pageantry, for her there was no question. There was no way she was attempting anal sex again, not after her last and only ever time was such a disaster. Whilst taking the butt-plug was just as mortifying, seeing Damien's long thick cock, the plug was by far the more palatable option.
Making up some excuse about wanting to spare Cait the butt-plug, she turned away from him without further debate and keyed in her choice. Once the canister was opened and the contents in her hand, she froze.
"Have you used one before?" Damien enquired, unsurprised when he got a shaken head in response, "want some help?"
She looked up, blushed and blinked blankly before offering the toy out to him reluctantly. Conjuring up all the patience he had, Damien took a deep breath and stood up from his seat, reaching for it and startled to see the plug had a fluffy grey tail. He imagined it would quite suit Larissa.
Moving to the corner, Damien used a dispenser on the wall she hadn't noticed marked 'Lubricant', quickly lathering the toy with it. He held out a hand, leading her to stand over to the bench and bent over slightly. Nudging her feet apart a little with his own, he coached her to try and relax, but quickly realised that wouldn't be easy for her. He saw a bit of himself in Larissa, so worried about doing the wrong thing that she would freeze or flee. He wondered if there was anything he could do to put her at ease, but it was difficult when he himself was uneasy. With just the two of them alone together, he imagined what it would be like if their worries counteracted one another, and he could act without pretence. Before he knew what he was doing, he had leant forward to place a kiss between her shoulder blades, unperturbed when she flinched in response and added another.
Moaning lightly in response, Larissa straightened her back, inviting more of him, his spare hand caressing along her hip. As he trailed more kisses down her spine, he kept the bulbous head of the toy to her anus, moving his other hand up to take one of her voluptuous tits in his hands. As he brushed one of her large nipples, she whined so suddenly that he thought she'd cum. Larissa was grateful of the attention, her hips bucking into him, encouraging him to press the toy inward, slowly and gently, whispering for her to relax and punctuating his points with kisses upon her shoulder.
Before long, her ass swallowed the full toy, the flared end holding it securely around her sweet little sphincter, the fluffy grey fabric trailing down between her legs. Given how tight her ass was, he felt she had made the right decision, getting his dick in there would not have been easy.
Spinning to face him, Larissa took his head in her colour-tipped hands and pulled him into her. They kissed deeply, she traced the muscles of his thick shoulders as Damien pressed her back into the leather-padded wall. By imagining themselves free of fear, it had materialised, and a passion blossomed, their desire bypassing conscious thought and expressed instantly. No longer needing to hold the toy, he brought his newly freed hand to clutch her hair in a tight grip, and she dragged her nails down his firm back like claws, moaning as he yanked her head back and kissed down her neck. Grabbing a handful of her squishy ass, she laughed, watching as his trail of kisses continued down her lithe body, passing by her belly button piercing and arriving finally at her engorged wet clit.
Mewling loudly as he set to work, Damien basked in the scent of her sweet sex as he immersed himself in it, taking her bald pussy in his mouth. Within seconds of his tongue meeting her clit she had climaxed, the canister clicking behind them, but he didn't care, thrusting fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She squealed, wrapping her jiggly thighs around his head and running nails through his long hair, pulling him in closer. As he finger fucked her mercilessly, he could feel the bulb of the ass-toy against his knuckles while ferociously grinding her g-spot, simultaneously flicking her clit with his tongue. The immaculate fullness was unlike anything she'd experienced, all the more sweet given how rare it was for her boyfriend to go down on her with any enthusiasm. The thought of that stark contrast brought her to a brilliant squirting eruption, rivers of juices dripping down Damien's chin as he pulled away for air.
Toppling backwards to the cold floor, Larissa fell back onto the bench, coiling up into a ball with a wide grin on her face, shaking as she splayed out her arms to stabilise herself. Watching fearfully for a moment as the girl struggled for breath, he eased as she finally gulped a lungful of air and began giggling. Glowing with a giddy look of glee, he questioned if he had ever allowed himself to become so dizzy with passion to make a woman feel that good. Normally he was so preoccupied with making a girl cum, and being thought of as good in bed, he could hardly enjoy himself. In this exchange with Larissa though, it felt like their fervour was fuelled by his eagerness, rather than his technique. It was like he had been on autopilot, acting on urges alone. Realising he should smile back at her, he was surprised to find he was already.
Seeing her spy that the second canister was now accessible, he stood and helped her shakily to her feet. Her reluctance to leave was evident, torn between the awe of a fantasy manifested, and the importance of helping her friend, she shuffled uncertainly over to the door with the canister, clutching his big hand in her small one, right until she was inside the entryway.
"That was... uh, we should..." she stammered, still blushing as their hands parted, her hand hovering over the glowing green button. Before she could think of what to say, she realised she was just one in a queue of girls that were there to exchange intimacies with him, and it diminished their experience. How fleeting she always found passion to be, even one as unusually spirited as this one had been. Damien seemed to read this trail of thought on her face.
"A-are you the last one?" He enquired, unsure how many bridesmaids there were. It wasn't the sort of thing he and Josh had discussed.
"Just one more. Uh, I can't remember her name." She stated. Her head was still spinning and her shyness was quickly returning, realising in her growing nervousness she had rushed too eagerly to press the button.
