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Gloryhole Attachments
By strangefun.
WARNING: This story contains extremely graphical depictions of sexual
abuse and humiliation.
Part 1 - The Preparation.
We are both very kinky, my wife and I. Vanilla sex does happen in our
bed (and other places), but not often. Usually, it's something that
smashes our buttons instead of pushing them. Or ties them up in the
strictest way, plugs them with biggest toys, suspends them from the
sealing, applies clamps with electrical contacts to their most sensitive
parts, gives them to other to be used as they please... Poor buttons...
We enjoy bondage, domination and sexual torture immensely, and switch
constantly to bring each other to mind-shattering, tortured, forced
orgasms. Of course, good things are worth waiting for, so release denial
is a big part of our games, especially for me, the penis-carrying member
of our kinky duo, though, you might not guess that judging by the way I
am usually dressed - I am a cross-dresser, and my wife greatly enjoys
her "kinky girlfriend" - at home in private, I am not allowed to wear
anything but the sexiest girl clothing and lingerie, and the cutest
shoes with highest heels.
Sexual humiliation is the biggest turn-on for both of us. It seems wrong
and unnatural to enjoy being sexually abused, humiliated, degraded and
tortured, but we can't get enough of it. Doing it to each other is
always fun, but we wanted more, so we started to go out as a pair of
sluts, dressed the part - and for me, a man, going out dressed as a
transvestite hooker in short tight skirts, stockings, corsets, highest
heels, complete with wig, make-up and huge fake silicone boobs - every
sissy slut must have HUGE silicon boobs securely glued to her chest -
felt especially wrong, kinky, sexy and hot.
There is nothing more humiliating for a slut than forced face-fucking.
Having a bound, scared, filthy slut's mouth impaled up to the balls on
your cock, her hands tied, mouth held wide-opened by a ring gag, so
there is no way she can interfere with your fun, feeling her throat
quivering, convulsing around your cock, her eyes, full of tears and
running mascara, looking up at you with tortured plea for mercy and air,
until they start to roll to the back of her head as she starts to pass
out from the lack of oxygen and it's time to pull back a little and let
her take a breath or two of air, so the fun can continue...
The only thing that's better is being that slut. At least for us.
Adult bookstores, especially the cabins in the back, have always been
the best place for utter sexual degradation, the nastiest, filthiest
corners of human perversion, so we naturally gravitated towards them.
Especially one, where a cabin in the middle had two glory holes on
opposite walls, so both of us could service our faceless clients and
play with each other in between. During one of these sessions, I hit on
the idea for the ultimate humiliation experience, and when I shared it
with my wife, she orgasmed just from me describing it. There was no
question that we were going to do it, so after some preparation (and a
promise of the store owner to release us afterwards), the big evening
has arrived.
We walked into the store dressed in identical outfits, from our blonde
wigs down to our red-hot fuck-me pumps. Stockings, micro skirts (mine
was bulging slightly from a chastity cage, holding my starved-for-
attention dickie), corsets (not too tight, we needed room for
expansion), breasts (mine are bigger!), and, exchanging a nod with the
store owner, proceeded, ogled and groped, through a small crowd of horny
guys that to the roped-off back of the store to "our" booth. Putting the
bag with equipment on the sticky floor, we went to work.
First, the glory holes had to me modified a bit. Out of the bad came two
altered ring gags - they had spacers attached to them, so they could be
screwed over the holes to the cabin walls with about an inch of
clearance. After that was done, and the two opposite glory holes now had
ring gags attached to them with the straps hanging loosely for now, we
started to prepare ourselves.
We hung a chain with two pairs of handcuffs attached from the hook in
the ceiling and positioned ourselves on our knees, back-to-back, facing
the glory holes. We tied our corresponding ankles together, so there is
no way for us to get off our knees. Next out of the bag came the most
ingenious and humiliating toy the sick demented minds of the sex
industry came up with - double-ended inflatable dildo. When the bulb,
hanging on the short rubber tube from the middle of the dildo was
pumped, two balloons inflated on both penis-shaped ends. Pressing our
butts together, the sixteen-inch-long double-headed fallos went into our
anal cavities. My wife reached for the inflation bulb, and in a few
seconds I was begging her to stop pumping, feeling the huge balloon
stretching my insides, pulling out sphincters together with no chance of
escaping other than deflating the infernal thing. We were now attached
to each other butt-to-butt, like a pair of screwing dogs with twisted-up
genitals, moaning and panting from the sensation of internal fullness.
Every move that one of us made now was felt by the other one through the
shaft anchored inside our butts by two inflated balloons. The added
"benefit" of that device is that if one of us clenched down, the air was
forced to the other side, so when she moaned and clenched, I felt my
insides expand and moaned and clenched myself, causing her to moan and
clench, and so on, the viciously-pleasant cycle of self-torture, that
can only be broken by deflating the toy. But that's was not going to
happen for a while...
Next, my wife whimpered, as she closed the jaws of self-tightening
clamps with attached waits on her nipples and clit - every move from now
on will cause the weights to sway, pulling on the sensitive flesh,
driving her wild with additional stimulation. Once again, I felt her
reaction for every clamp that dug into the tender flesh, and when she
put one on her erect clit, she had a mini-orgasm, forcing the air to my
side of the clever toy, causing me to moan in unison with her.
It was now time to commit to our ordeal. We said "I love you" to each
other and, with some effort, clamped our teeth around the ring gags,
securely attached to the walls over the glory holes, and tightly
fastened the straps around our heads. Our lips and noses were now
pressed against the smelly and sticky walls. We would not be able to
pull away how, no matter what...
My dick was screaming for release inside its tight plastic confinement,
unable to reach erection; my wife was also moaning like a whore,
tormented by the weights hanging from her most sensitive parts.
Breathing heavily, we reached behind our backs, found the handcuffs
hanging from the sealing, and, straining to raise our hands up to reach
them, locked the cuffs on each other's wrists.
This is it. No way out now, until the store closes in two hours and the
owner releases our bound hands. We were tied up, kneeling, our mouths
attached to the two glory holes, hands raised and cuffed behind our
backs, our asses held together by an inflated double-headed dildo, which
was way too greedily pumped up...
The store owner, seeing us ready on the hidden cam, opened the cabin
door and inspected our bonds. Adding an extra pump to our distended
asses, he laughed: "Wow, you are the kinkiest sluts I've ever seen, and
I own a porno shop! Well, I am opening up the booths, have fun!"
He opened the screened viewing window in the booth's door, so the
awaiting customers could see our predicament, and, after snapping a few
picture, left, locking the door. We heard him announcing to the small
crowd in the stores that "the booths are now open".
Part 2 - The Experience.
My teeth are locked around the ring gag, attached to the wall of the sex
booth over a glory hole, with my head securely held in by the gag's
leather strap, tightly buckled around my head. No backing out, no
avoiding what's cumming. I am kneeling on a sticky floor, my ankles
bound to my wife's ankles, who is occupying mirrored position, attached
to the glory hole on the opposite wall. Our butts pressed tightly
together, partially by the confinements of the booth, but mostly by the
double-ended inflatable dildo that our butts are sharing in stretched
agony. We are holding each other's hands, cuffed behind us to the chain,
hanging from the sealing. My nose, pressed against the sticky wall, is
filled with the smell of dried cum and piss, my knees are sticking to
the floor, and I hear the numerous footsteps of the approaching
customers. What is going to happen from now on is completely out of our
control.
They gather in front of the viewing window and gawk. Every detail is
commented on in such a way that it makes us blush. Pictures are
continuously taken. Then, the doors of the neighboring booths slam shut,
and I feel the movement of the air on the other side of the wall. The
unmistakable, musky smell of an unwashed penis fills my nostrils. It
will go into my mouth, rape it, abuse it, deposit anything it wants to,
and withdraw, to be replaced by another one, and another, and another,
and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Nothing. The overwhelming
feeling of helplessness, shame and degradation makes my imprisoned dick
swell inside the plastic tube, causing me to moan in lust and
frustration. The moan is echoed by my mirror image, my wife, whose mouth
is going to be used by faceless strangers just like mine.
I feel the stranger's cock's head touch my tongue and instinctively pool
back - a futile gesture. My head is securely held in, my mouth is held
open, my body no longer belongs to me... the smell and taste are
overwhelming, so as the absurdity of the situation - a man, dressed in
sexy female closes, tied up with his wife, with a stranger's cock's head
on his tongue... Why does this disgusting situation turn me on so much?
I run my tongue over the stranger's head, inviting, begging him to enter
me and dreading it at the same time. He does not need a second
invitation and rams his meat into my mouth, hitting the back of my
throat, making me gag. He is not long enough to go any deeper, and
obviously overexcited, so within a minute of furious pumping my mouth is
flooded with his cum - it pools inside, runs down my throat, drips out
of my stretched lips, and I cannot even spit it out or swallow it, just
sit here... my eyes focus on the wall in front of me, and the first word I
read among many scribbled on the sticky smelly wall is "cumbucket". I
turn red with embarrassment - this is EXACTLY what I am right now. And,
judging by the gagging and gargling sound coming from behind me, so is
my wife. The woman I love is being forcibly fucked in the mouth by a
stranger, and I am the one who came up with the idea! I moan in
humiliation and frustration as my dick aches and tries to swell inside
the chastity cage, feeling my wife's fingers squeeze mine hard, as she
struggles with her side of this situation. Sounds like she's got a big
one!
Meanwhile, a new dick enters my mouth and I immediately feel how much
larger it is compared to the first one. Its head squeezes past the ring
gag and fills my mouth, reaching the back of the throat right away. "Are
you ready, slut?" - I hear from the other side of the wall - "this is
going to be epic!" - and he pushes in, pressing on the back of my
throat, pushing through until the head slips into my throat and keeps
going in, deeper and deeper! My eyes fill up with tears, I am gagging
uncontrollably, and yet he is still going deeper! It is now my turn to
grip my wife's hands as my throat is being mercilessly impaled on the
intruder, generously lubricated by the first guy's cum. I hear lewd
comments from the viewing window about my throat expanding like a pussy.
The dick in my throat starts to pump, and I start to swallow, trying to
hasten the process and get this huge thing out of me as soon as
possible, knowing full well that it's just going to be replaced by
another one, may be even bigger and longer... Oh please, let it be bigger
and longer!
My wish was granted tenfold, if not always in size but in quantity, and
then tenfold again, and again. I felt my wife's body spasming against
mine, her fingers grip my hands during the more brutal incretions, the
cavity in my ass extending as she chokes and gags on stranger's cocks,
carelessly pushing their way inside her throat, and I knew exactly how
it feels, because the very same thing is being done to me. At this
moment, we were just two suffering cumbuckets, entertainment for others,
sluts, whores. And it felt wonderful! That is, of course, if your
definition of "wonderful" included your throat forcibly and repeatedly
impaled on the multitude of anonymous cocks while inescapably attached
by the mouth to the dirty glory holes in the back of a sex shop...
My current customer finished offloading his slime in my mouth, but did
not remove his dick - just left its head resting on my tongue. I felt it
slowly deflating, wandering what was he planning, when my mouth was
flooded again, but this time not with the warm, thick, smelly cum, but
with hot, stinky urine! He was using me as a urinal! The humiliation
level went through the roof, and, as the warm stinky piss ran down my
throat, my poor dick finally could not take it anymore and started
spewing cum. As the unassisted orgasm hit me, I cried and moaned into
the open gag, my whole body spasming, shaking and twisting. I heard my
wife's gagged cries as her insides bore the assault of my orgasm, but I
was powerless to stop it. As it reached over its crest, I felt like I
was passing out, and gathered all my strength to stay up on my knees. I
felt my cum run down my stocking-clad legs, mixing with the cum of so
many others that my clothes and body was soaked with, and now the yellow
acrid liquid pooling in my mouth, running into my throat and spilling
out, dripping down my body, adding to a small piddle of cum I was
kneeling in.
After I came, the shame kicked in hundred-fold, and I reeled in
humiliation and degradation I was so willingly subjected to. I've
lowered myself so completely, so totally, so unbearably... I now wanted it
to stop, to get out; I was disgusted with myself, the taste and smell of
other people's filth in my mouth mage me nauseous, and the thought that
I have put myself and my wife in this situation and there is no way to
escape this filled me with shame and despair.
The next cock was pure torture. I now felt what a raped and tortured
woman would feel, not a twisted kinky pleasure I was after, but pure
abuse, helplessness, degradation, fear... The guy was pumping in-and-out
of my throat, and I suffered and cried and suffered... It was so... Perfect!
I began to revel in this new level of humiliation, my dick again swelled
up, filling the small confinements of the chastity cage, and I again
cried and moaned like a willing whore, not an unwilling victim. A
powerful thought had hit me - I wish I could spare the pain and
humiliation of the unwilling victims rape and sexual abuse by bearing it
myself...
Well, I could not have it all to myself. I'd have to share with my wife...
Now, smelling piss, more of the perverts that shoved their dicks through
a hole in the wall ti fuck the public whore's throat started using us as
urinals, and very soon we were completely soaked on the outside and
filled in the inside. And then it came - the bookstore owner's
announcement just outside our door that he is extending the business
hours for another hour to accommodate all the customers! A crown
cheered, and I wept as I heard it, feeling my wife's crying through the
overinflated anal intruder, that we shared so intimately.
And it went on. Soon, my bladder was full, and I had no choice but to
pee myself, so did my wife. We were gripping each other hands during the
more difficult and torturous throat fucks, moaning, gagging and crying,
trying to beg them to stop, but only getting laughter, cocks, cum and
piss in return. Eventually, my mind went into a hazy robotic state, and
I just took it all, performing like a sex doll would, with no resistance
and emotions, save for shame and discomfort. Over, and over, and over.
My jaw hurt, my knees were killing me, my back ached, my throat was
sore, my dick was aching again, and I knew my wife was not doing any
better... And still, throughout all this torture, I loved it! We loved it!
My wife was constantly cumming, I felt her orgasmic spasms, heard her
horny moans, felt her fingers grip mine like a vice as her pussy
squirted hot liquid on my legs, and my moans and guttural gagging echoed
hers.
Eventually, the customer flow dwindled down, the pauses between our uses
increased, that last call was announced, and the last dick sprayed its
load all over my mouth. We kneeled, bound in the sex booth in the puddle
of cum and piss, covered in sticky stinky slime and our shame,
degradation and excitement, completely spent, waiting for the shop owner
to release us as promised. And eventually, after taking his sweet time
locking up the store, he came in. He took a bunch of pictures, and then
unbuckled my head from the ring gag, attached to the wall. I moved my
jaws around to restore the feeling and opened my mouth to thank him,
when he unceremoniously shoved a ball gag in and buckled it around my
head! I reeled in surprise, while he repeated the procedure with my
wife. He untied our ankles, but we had no strength to get up, and he
knew that. I heard the loud hiss and felt the balloon in my ass deflate.
He pulled us apart and our tormentor slid out of our asses and splashed
in the puddle on the floor. He then disconnected my cuffs from the chain
and pushed me over into the filthy puddle on the floor, positioning me
in a way that my kneeling wife's legs were on either side of my head.
I was now laying on the floor staring up at my wife's cleanly shaved,
glistening pussy and ass, that were now exposed to him most open and
vulnerable way.
More pictures, than his hands on and in her ass, pussy, teasing,
probing. "You have a beautiful wife" I heard through the horny haze -
"do you mind if I fuck her? Of course you don't!"
He took off his pants and exposed a monster of a cock, long, thick and
veined. Its head bobbed right in front of my gagged face, gaining more
length and girth right in front of my eyes. I was scared for my wife,
but with my hands still cuffed behind my back, totally powerless to
anything about the upcoming rape.
He brutally entered her soaking-wet pussy and started viciously fucking
her. I was watching, mesmerized, as the huge piece of meat was rammed
in, pulling the soft pink flesh inside along with it, than withdraw out,
turning her beautiful tight pussy lips inside out. He unbuckled her gag
so she could scream, and scream she did, as the brutal rape continued
for a very long time, inches from my gagged, covered in other people's
cum face. Finally, he withdrew, but I saw no cum. My wife whimpered
incoherently, as he placed the head of his third leg against her tight
sphincter. He pushed. She screamed. He pushed. She screamed. He pushed.
She screamed. Her butthole was too tight for him! I screamed in my gag,
riling in the puddle of filth. "Hey, pussyboy!" - I heard from above -
"wanna trade places with your wife? Otherwise, I'll just rip her apart!"
Be careful what you wish for... In my case, it came true with the
vengeance, but I eagerly moaned my acceptance, and, in a minute, our
positions were reversed, with my gagged wife now laying between my
knees on the floor, looking up as the fist-sized head pushed against my
anal soon-to-be wide-opening.
He pushed. I screamed. He pushed. I screamed. He pushed. I screamed.
Eventually, my ass started to give up as it stretched beyond any
bearable limit. I squealed like a piglet when his head pushed through
the muscle ring and popped inside me.
And then he began to slowly drive the length of his enormous dick inside
me. As I cried and begged him to stop, telling him that it was too big,
that he will rip me apart, he slowly and deliberately pushed in,
obviously enjoying my pleas for mercy. I felt every bump, every vein, as
he drove deeper and deeper inside me, accompanied by my girlish wailing.
Looking down, I saw my wife's spread legs, her raw pussy, and her
fingers on her clit, rubbing it furiously. She was getting off from my
suffering!
The flesh monster was finally fully inside me, and, as his stomach
pressed on my butt, I felt a sense of a whore's pride for taking in such
a big cock, but then he started pumping, and my world has shifted again
into the realm of shameful suffering. As he was pushing in, I felt like
I was being impaled on a lamp post, and pulling out felt like being a
stocking that turns inside out as it is pulled off a shapely leg. I was
in the state of pure sexual torture, feeling the mass of cum and piss
slushing inside my stomach with every push, hearing my wife gagged moans
as she was cumming looking up close at her husband's ass being raped by
an enormous cock...
He came inside me like a thunder, flooding my bowels, and then pulling
out slowly, leaving my gaping hole to drip his cum on my wife's gagged
face below. My hands were released, and I collapsed on top of her soiled
body, with my face on her abused, raw pussy. She tried to move her face
away from the riverlet of cum, flowing out of my butt, but I held her
head between my thighs as a small payback for her obvious enjoyment of
my anal torture.
"Thanks, sluts!" - Beamed our satisfied torturer - "with my size, I
rarely get to fully enjoy myself! Now, get your shit together and get
out, I have a lot of cleaning up to do!"
He walked out of the booth, leaving us laying on top of each other in
the puddle of cum and piss. After a few minutes, I gathered enough
strength to get off my wife's wet, slimy, smelly body. Few minutes later
we sat in the filth, holding each other and crying. Then we started
kissing, or rather me kissing her still gagged mouth, running our hands
all over our soiled bodies, and I moaned in frustration, as my chastity
cage reminded me again of my denial. My wife reached for the bag, and,
out of side pocket, produced the most welcome thing I've ever seen - the
small key to the chastity cage's lock, which was momentarily removed,
and my freed penis sprang to its full, modest attention. She jumped in
my lap, wrapping her legs around my corseted waist, and her wet pussy
engulfed it in a second, but after a few pimps she shook her head, and I
understood that she could not feel me after the attack of that monster,
so she slid off my cock and quickly repositioned herself, pressing it
against her butthole. I smiled, and kissing her still gagged mouth,
slowly slid into her tight anal cavity, glad that I saved her from
becoming what mine is right now. She started to pump her hips, and in a
minute my girlish scream announced my release to the whole store.
When we walked out of the store, it was closer to the morning. Cool air
licked out filthy, wet bodies and turned away in disgust. We supported
each other, walking on out unsteady heels towards the car, slipping out
of each other's hands. I felt cum dripping out of my ass and running
down my legs as I walked, and that felt wonderful - two completely
abused and satisfied whores in love, barely stumbling through their walk
of shame.
There was an envelope under the car's wiper. "Your cut. See you next
Friday!" Five hundred dollars. Not bad for a night's work!
This was without a doubt the weirdest, nastiest and hottest thing we've
ever done, and it's going to be tough to top that. But I am sure we will
try!
Oceana
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