Holes

I used to steal my dad's porn magazines all the time when I was a kid. No matter how well he hid them, I always found them. I still remember this one story. I think it was in Cheri or Juggs or one of those. It revolved around a girl who "belonged" to this motorcycle gang (of course). She was there be fucked, a party favor. She lay naked in bed and throughout the evening guys would come in, fuck her and go. In and out whenever they pleased. She was just expected to lie there and keep her legs spread.

It kind of stuck with me to say the least.

There was no Objectification Room at camp this year. I was really, really looking forward to that. Are there glory holes for women? Is that something that's even done? Not that I would ever, you know, actually go to one. I prefer to know the man attached to the penis. Or at least know the person who knows the penis.

Lucky for me, I don't have to find a shady bathroom in the back of a porn shop or befriend a motorcycle gang because I know someone who knows some penises. 

I just had time enough for a quick shower and a drink. First came the blindfold and then the Vetrap. The blindfold alone is pretty slippery and can fall off easily and the Vetrap is so nice and tight. I went silent. It seemed appropriate after losing my sight.

"Do you want to speak?" he asked.

"If you want me to speak."

"Only if you're polite to our guest."

I smiled and jumped a little at the sound of the doorbell. He took my tightly wrapped head in his hands and kissed me deeply. When he broke away, I swayed a little on my knees, leaning forward slightly. I shifted my weight and heard some whispered conversation. I could feel our guest enter the room. He brought the cold air from outside with him and I could hear his heavy breathing come closer. He was excited. He was grateful. I could feel it. 

He started off sweetly; tenderly sucking on my tits and kissing my lips. His fingers petting my pussy gently, respectfully. He leaned forward and I leaned backward. He lapped eagerly at my cunt while I grabbed his head and pushed him further in. He had short hair, I know that. And a long cock. I felt him move and soon I felt a nudge at my lips. I took as much into my throat as possible, but he didn't force me. He didn't press his hand on the back of my head, but let me go down as far as I could at the pace I wanted. He leaned back on the bed and guided me up and I settled myself on his cock. Gripping his shoulders, I blindly rocked back and forth, fucking myself gently, slowly, tenderly.

That did it!

He pushed me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulder and drove it in. He took over, hammering into me hard, hitting that spot I can't seem to hit on my own, making me whimper. Then I felt hands behind me pull me toward the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth, searching for it. With every thrust in my cunt I was pushed further onto the dick in my mouth. Skewered end to end. I keep picturing corn cob holders.

I was flipped over, I think there was some lube exchanged, and with just a moment of hesitation his cock was in my ass. I haven't been fucked in the ass in a while. I'd forgotten how quickly it turns me into a blubbering, drooling idiot. 

Our emcee offered some helpful commentary. "You don't have to be nice with her." I loved that. The only thing that would have been better is if he said it instead of her.

I raised my ass up as encouragement as our guest fucked me over the edge of the bed. I could feel a foot resting on the bed beside my head and I held onto the leg to keep from falling off.  I sucked his big toe, humming and moaning. I licked between his toes and he pressed his foot into my face. I went back and forth from trying to rub my clit against the bed and pushing my ass up further on to the cock behind me. I was flipped over once again and felt that warm splatter across my stomach. I ran my fingers through the come on my belly and licked them clean.

Afterwards, I sipped the drink that was put in my hand. The three of us chatted like I wasn't still blindfolded, like I didn't have a fine coating of come across my mouth. I thanked him, he thanked me and our host. I waved at his general direction as he left, adjusted the tape across my nose and waited for the next guest to arrive.

Next time, I don't think I should talk.