by Betsy Locke
The dildo slowly entered me, stretching me wide, my pussy barely able to handle it. I cried out from the sudden pleasure.
The thick cock was never-ending. It burrowed deeper and deeper into me, going further than I ever thought possible.
When I was finally filled to the max, my orgasm detonated and I came around the dildo. My hearing went out and my body quaked with passion.
That was my first orgasm but there would be many more.
A lot more.
As the dildo pulled itself out, I could feel the void it left behind. I wanted to be filled again. I needed to be filled again.
The warm member pierced me again, this time with more force. I could feel my tight pussy being widened, taking in every inch of it. I never knew I could fit something so thick and long inside me. And I wanted more.
I wanted to be fucked hard.
Instead the dildo began to vibrate. It was intense to the point that my orgasm rocketed off immediately.
I couldn't help but cry out, “I'm coming again.” My hands felt up my giant tits, my pink nipples so hard they could cut glass. I squirmed on the table like a snake. Griffin was right. The restraints were the only thing keeping me from falling off the table.
I tried to catch my breath between orgasms but the pleasure was too overwhelming. My muscles tensed up after another orgasm ravaged me.
The dildo began to fuck me faster, pumping into me with such force that my body lurched back and forth, my boobs bouncing around.
“Oh my god,” I screamed. My head felt like it was going warp speed. Time was bending around me. My slit was sopping wet and dripping all over the table.
I wasn't sure if I could take another orgasm without melting into the table.
Then the dildo slowed down its thrusts, the vibrations turned off, and it pulled out of me. I gasped at the lack of ecstasy.
But I was finally able to breathe. My chest heaved up and down as I took in as much air as I could. Every muscle in my body was on fire. My senses slowly returned to me. I was so discombobulated that I couldn't even think.
Griffin entered the room. “You did very good, Christina. That's all for today.” He started to unstrap my wrists.
Sweat beaded on my forehead. “That was incredible,” I said. “I thought it would be longer though. Not that I'm not glad it's over. I needed a break.” Griffin helped me off the table. My legs were weak and could barely hold myself up.
Griffin had a bemused expression. “Longer? But Christina you were on the table for almost an hour.”
“An hour?” I looked at a clock on the wall that read: 10:40 PM. “Wow, time went by so quick Everything felt so good. When can I come back?”
Griffin laughed. “We have an open appointment tomorrow night if you're interested.”
“Hell yes I'm interested. I've never been fucked like that before. I've never orgasmed so hard in my life.”
Griffin had on the biggest grin. “Then we'll see you tomorrow. You can pick up your check from reception.”
Chapter Five
I returned home and expected Rachael already asleep in bed but she was sitting on the couch watching TV. I was hoping to not have to explain what happened. She was going to ask why I could barely walk.
“Tell me all about it, Christina.” Rachael said, pointing the remote at the TV and turning it off. “Did you get the money.”
I pulled the check out of my wallet and waved it in the air. “Two thousand dollars.”
Rachael stood up with her mouth open. “Shut up! Two thousand fucking dollars. Who the hell did you have to fuck to get that?”
I giggled. She had no idea how right she was. I only wished I had come up with a good cover story. I could never tell her the real truth. I didn't want her to look at me differently. I knew things would never be the same between us.
“Just a simple shot,” I replied.
“Is that why you look wobbly on your feet?”
I nodded. “It's supposed to test temporary paralysis.”
“Is it dangerous?” Rachael asked.
“Definitely not. I wouldn't have agreed unless it was safe.”
“So where do I sign up then. A girl can't pass up two thousand dollars.”
I knew the conversation was going to lead here. “I'm sorry but I'm the only participant and I have to go back tomorrow.”
“Damn, you got lucky. You're rents all paid and you'll have extra spending money.”
I returned to Griffin Industries at my appointment time. I didn't even need to check in with the receptionist. I just went straight to elevator and into the sex room. Or at least that's what I called it.
Griffin stood at the table, writing down notes onto a clipboard. A smile stretched across his face when he saw me. “Good to see you back, Christina.”
I immediately took off my jacket and there was nothing underneath it. Same with my jeans. I didn't want to worry about my underwear, plus it would get me on the table faster.
“We're going to do things a little differently today,” he said.
I didn't want to hear those words. “But yesterday was so good. Is it going to hurt? I asked.
“Only a tiny bit. But I promise you're going to enjoy it immensely.”
For some reason I trusted Griffin completely. Maybe it was his kind face or super hot body that made me feel at ease.
“We're going to put you on the table a little differently this time. I want you to bend over the table and keep your feet planted. We'll tie your arms down and you can use that to hold yourself up. We don't want you to collapse on us.”
I bent over the table and my tits were squished against the cushion. I put my hands out in front of me and Griffin tied my wrists down. “Spread your legs just a little,” he said. I did as I was told and Griffin locked my feet into place.
My ass was completely exposed and I knew what was coming next. It was the reason for that anal question. I thought tonight was going to be nice and relaxing. Relaxing in the sense of coming over and over again in front of people.
But anal threw a wrench in all that. I was always nervous about my butt. Would it hurt? How would it feel?
“I was going to find out soon enough.”
It was hard to see what was going on behind me but Griffin rolled in the machine until I could feel it close to my ass.
“This might hurt just a little since it's your first time. But don't worry. Just be patient and it will all feel right.”
I took in a deep breath. “Okay.”
The machine rumbled to life. I shut my eyes and grit my teeth. The dildo pressed against my ass. It was a little cold. There must've been some lubricant on it because it sank into me slowly with ease.
The feeling of my ass being expanded was a new sensation. There was a little bit of pain but the pleasure overrode it immediately. The giant dildo was so enormous and my ass accepted every bit of it. Everything felt so good but it wasn't the same without something inside my pussy.
The ramrod picked up the pace and started to punch into my ass. My body took the brunt of it, banging me into the table.
I was so wet and horny that I thought I would come instantly. The dildo in my ass felt amazing...but it wasn't enough.
“I need more,” I growled.
Be careful what you wish for should always be remembered.
Something tickled my pussy. I whipped my blonde hair out of my face and craned my head backwards. A second dildo was about to enter my pussy.
I was about to be double penetrated.
Tonight was going to be a lot of firsts.
Chapter Six
The second dildo didn't start off slow at all. It thrust into me at full speed, cramming in all the way.
Being filled by two at a time was too much to handle. I came hard around both dildos, my mouth open but not able to scream from the intense pleasure. My spine shuddered and my ass convulsed.
Each thick cock alternated, one fully inside my tight ass while the other one was about to plunge into my
dirty slit.
There was no time to catch my breath. No time to collect my thoughts. Each orgasm preceded another one moments later.
I was on the edge of sanity. On the one side was my innocence, content with life, never needing a man. On other other, was the filthy whore who could never be satisfied unless she was filled by two cocks.
Things would never be the same.
I found my release again, the muscles in my legs giving up. I'd lost track of how many times I came. The session surely had to be over soon.
There was only so much my ass and pussy could take.
My vision became cloudy and I started to brown out. I wouldn't be able to stay conscious. “Stop,” I screamed. “I can't take anymore!”
The dildos both retracted and I passed out.
I awoke to Griffin sprinkling water on my face. “Are you all right, Christina?”
“That was the most unbelievable fucking I've ever had. Two is definitely better than one.”
“So you want me to turn the machine back on you say?” Griffin said.
I sat up. “Fuck you. Don't you touch that switch. I need a fucking break or my body is going to crumble.”
“Shall we say the same time tomorrow?” Griffin asked.
“You better fucking believe it,” I replied, my heart still beating out of my chest.
Almost passing out to an impossible amount of pleasure seemed like something I should be doing nightly.
The End
Story Thirty One
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Too Big? No problem!
Damon just moved into a new neighborhood and the married woman next door has her eye on him.
Chapter One
My first day in my new house and I'd already been invited to watch football by Phil. He seemed like a nice guy so I accepted. It wasn't something I normally would do but the cable guy hadn't been around yet to hook it up so going to a neighbor's house was the only option.
Plus I didn't want to piss off new neighbors when I just moved in.
I made sure to unpack at least one more box before I headed over there. Countless cardboard boxes filled my two-car garage. My Ford Mustang would have to sit outside until I got everything unloaded. Today I could relax a little and watch some football and then get down and dirty on Monday.
I grabbed a six pack of beers out of my empty fridge and walked across the street to Phil's house. The sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in the blue sky. It was the perfect day to watch football in doors.
Phil's garage opened and revealed a man cave to rival all man caves. A giant eight-inch flatscreen dominated one wall. Two giant standing speakers flanked it. A bar stocked with every type of liquor was on one side. A large leather couch that could fit at least eight people faced the big television.
“Welcome to my paradise,” Phil said with arms wide open.
“This is impressive.” I looked over at a shelf that contained football helmets from various teams. Each one was signed. I had no doubt that they were worth some serious money.
“Yeah my wife was getting sick of my stuff intruding on her life so she exiled me to the garage. Best decision of our lives. Now I get everything I want exactly how I want it.
“So you're married, huh?” I asked.
Phil nodded. “Ten years now. Jean and I got married right out college and been together ever since. I'm sure you'll meet her at some point.”
I lifted up the six pack. “I brought some beers.” I realized that they were probably a drop in the bucket compared to the stock that he had.
“Thanks so much.” Phil took the beers from me and set them down on the bar. “Let's get settled before the game starts. We have about five minutes until kickoff. Want a beer now?”
“No better time,” I replied.
“My kind of man.” Phil cracked open the case and threw me a can.
I snapped it open and took a sip. Cold beer on a hot day couldn't be matched. I took a seat on the leather couch and sank in immediately. “This is really nice,” I said.
“It gets even better. There's cup holders in the armrests.”
I pulled down the armrest and put my beer in the cup holder. “I could get used to this,” I said, spreading out on the couch.
The football announcers began to speak and Phil sat down a cushion away from me. “This is supposed to be a pretty good game,” he said.
“I'm just glad I was able to watch the game today.”
The game started and Phil and I both clapped our hands. The ball was kicked to the other side of the field for a touchback. A commercial break followed.
“So what made a single guy like you pick this neighborhood,” Phil asked.
I shrugged. “Weren't many houses available. This one had enough rooms and the street seemed pretty quiet.”
“Quiet until I turn these babies up.” Phil pointed the remote at the speakers and turned the volume up. The noise of the crowd became deafening.
I looked over at Phil and he was laughing but I couldn't hear him because the TV was so loud. He turned it down. “Crazy right?”
I put my hand to my ear. “What did you say?” I asked in a raised voice.
Phil nodded. “Exactly.”
The door in the garage that led to his house opened up. The hottest woman I'd ever seen came strutting into the garage. Her white top could barely hold those enormous tits. Her skirt was so short that I swore I could almost see her pussy. Who the fuck was this woman and what the hell was she doing here?
“And who do we have here?” she asked Phil.
Phil was glued to the game and took a second to come out of it. “Jean this the new neighbor, Damon. Damon this is my wife, Phil.”
This hot piece of ass was Phil's wife! How the hell did he score that? I'd been with plenty of women that scored a ten out of ten. But Jean's score was off the charts. Her long red hair draped over her shoulders.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, bending over in front of me and giving me her hand.
I could see straight down her shirt at the black bra that held those big balloons in place. “Nice to meet you,” I replied, taking her hand.
“Honey, can you make us some sandwiches for the game?”
“Sure, what do you want to eat Damon?”