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Tara in Porn
By Tara Richardson
The Doll
The red shiny sheath dress confines my body, only the designer slit all the way to my hip allowing my stocking clad left leg and bare thigh to escape.
I stood ready for this special occasion.
The only problem was I could see nothing because of my blind fold.
I was dressed for dinner, but I was the meal.
Hands held mine in almost human manacles, as they lead me through a door.
I sensed the room was large and cavernous by the clunking sound my four-inch heels made on the wooden floor. The hiss of excitement hid the numbers from me, but not the realisation in the breathing, fidgeting, and the odd cough that in front of me was my audience.
All around me shuffling bare feet moved, their perfume almost overwhelming me as they moved in close. I shivered their fingertips tactilely touching my body. Fingers ran through my hair, their tips on my face, on my shoulders, over my dress, and deliberately grazing my breasts and their receptive nipples.
I feel the hands behind me sliding down my spine, and over my clenched bottom; the tips fondling the bare skin of my thigh sliding around and under my dress, adjacent but not touching my snug fitting thong.
My sensors were overloading my body, I wanted it to stop, but my body wanted it to go on. I let out moan, when a finger grazed my pubis through my dress. I felt the warm breath of anonymous woman on my bare back, and her long fingers pulling the thin shoulder straps of my dress down over my arms. The hands continued to make my skin tingle, and then I heard and felt the zip of my dress sliding down my back.
I could do nothing for strong hands secured me. Fingers gently pulled the dress over my breasts freeing them to display my emotions to the invisible audience. Gentle tugs made the material slither over my quivering belly past my thong to fall in a gossamer ring at my feet. The final halo of my modesty was gone. In a moment of fluttering cloth, I had been turned into the visual sexual plaything for the pleasure of these outsiders.
Behind my blindfold, I can only imagine what my invisible audience can see. The girl caressed by black hold up stockings, and confined only by the curving thin silk of her snug thong, my smooth sex not hidden but shaping the thin red material.
I hear a gasp from the audience, and the figures around me move in closer.
Fingers return to my flesh, touching and caressing my throat, my chest. Invisible hands their many digits, cupping my breasts lifting them squeezing them, gently massaging my nipples, a single fingernail scraping my tender swollen teat. I instinctively pull my body back, but hands from behind push me forward back towards my tormentors. A hand with long fingers slides over my tense bare bottom, and under me, following the line of my string enclosed inside the cheeks of my ass. Delicate but strong hands coax my thighs apart to welcome the long hard fingernail to the material of my soaking wet thong. I lean back and hands come to support my back, bottom and legs. I feel the soft, silken fingers on my ankles and on my wrists, and before I fully realize what is happening to me. I feel my body lifted clear of the floor, my shoes removed; my thighs parted brutally exposing my swollen sex weeping inside its thong.
Holding me still, the hands adjust their positions on my body so in unison they display my flesh on an undulating bed of quivering fingers.
Unsupported my head falls back, displaying my curving body to the invisible watches. The sacrifice to their lust held aloft for them to see. I feel the hands rotating me. My head lulling back, almost as though I were unconscious or even dead. The body with its twin hills and eager peaks, the flat plains and curves, the bulge of the female pubis encased inside a thong, showing all those eyes, the swollen closed lips of her smooth trembling sex.
I was the ultimate doll for their amusement. Quivering flesh hot and submissive, designed by nature for reproduction, now used only for pleasure.
Strong hands slowly part my thighs spreading them wider still, my thong now taut like a drum skin across my sex. I blush wondering what they can see. The long fingers return under my bottom sliding up along my crack searching for my button. I can only shiver and whimper. The fingers play with me across the shiny material bridge of my panties. My back curves even more with the multiple shock waves pulsating through my spine. Hands grip me tight securing me to those tormenting fingers. Held up for presentation my nipples scream when more fingers touch, pull, pinch and stroke them. Hands slap my belly creating the drum skin sound, and push down on my stomach to enhance my smooth full pubis trapped inside its drenched thong.
The hands move my body forward so the audience can see me even better. Fingernails run along the twin hemispheres of my tense bottom carving red furrows along my naked flesh.
The silent women torment my flesh without mercy. My thighs frame my throbbing sex to show the audience the shades of darkening red on my thong. I gasp with the coldness of steel on my hips, they snip and my thong leaves my body to fall to the floor, allowing the cool air of the room to blow gently on my naked overheated sex
Now my stripped body is displayed to the audience again, my parted lips my inner wetness, the ring of my tight opening. Behind the valley of my belly, the twin hills of my unfettered breasts wobble to the rippling motion supporting me. In my eyes, I can only see the darkness; on my body, the hands are blinding me with sensation.
To the hands preparing me I am nothing more than a throbbing sexual entity.
Slowly they continue to rotate me, and I can only whimper my helplessness as I feel the hot breath of someone on my inner thighs, and hands reaching up to cup my breasts. I shiver when a soft kiss teases my stressed skin. The hands around my thighs and bottom adjust me to the waiting wet tongue, which dips into my channel to taste and lick my quivering heat. I cry out in shock and exploding sensations as the tip flicks my burning nerve endings. I arch away but the hands pull me back, and mouths join the one between my thighs, on my swollen nipples encircling them like wet hoods. I can only groan as my querulous nipples send tiny quivering shock waves along my palpitating belly. I tremble and shake my head from side to side my body crying out.
A long fingernail glides along the bowl of my belly to the hill of my swollen pubis; already my parted lips welcome the hardness into my open wet valley. I try desperately to lift my head, but I feel a hand push it back down. The presentation of my flesh is for the audience not me. The tongue licks my clit and runs down my deep crack licking me tasting me, dipping for a moment into my well. Hands part my cheeks to invite the tongue further. I can only sob as it licks the unbroken spider’s web of my tiny anal ring.
A long slender finger presses on my vulva, and I welcomed it into me. I can feel it long and slim like a probe exploring. Suddenly I tense when the finger withdraws from me, I feel it trail down under me, to touch and cause me to gasp in shock as it presses against my virgin ring. The tongue and lips return to my sex and my torturer begins again. Now I cannot hold back, my three protagonists are women, and they all know their own bodies and of course mine. Two are squeezing my nipples together scraping the raw teats and soothing them again with the warm liquid of their mouths,
The third pushes a finger into my bottom, and a thumb slides into my vulva, slowly they rub themselves against the thin membrane that separates them. They ignore my moans and whimpers and continue like pitiless machines. I can no longer halt the rush of emotions and exploded in a cry of pain, pleasure and shock, my head shaking from side to side, my thighs quivering, my back almost snapping in two under the shock wave, as I arch almost clear of the hands supporting me. It is intense for it comes from the darkness of my mind, the dark monster within me awoken by my throbbing nipples and my weeping sex. My buttocks turn to stone my thighs to stretched rubber bands, almost tearing from their bones.
The intense organism racks me, pouring my emotions in a deluge over me. I can do nothing as my vagina goes into spasms between my aching thighs. Hands move them wider apart callously exposing my sex to the unseen eyes to show my open red swollen vagina as proof. The hands under me hold me up to show my shivering body, and again I am rotated for the audience to see me. The humiliation of clinking glasses as my audience toasts my orgasm, whilst I can only display the power they have over me.
A hush descends the room, and I feel the atmosphere change, and a tension now pervades the chamber, and I want to see. I cry out for the blindfold’s removal, but a hiss close to my ears silence me.
The bare feet hardly make a sound only the creaking floorboards taking the weight give me an indication where, and possibly gender. I sense the fingers tense, I try to move but the hands keep my body open to its audience. Lowered slightly I feel another presence close, the sound invades the cavity of my ear like an echo, what is it? The sound comes to me and I stiffen someone or maybe more, are preparing a man. I cry out as the sound suddenly stops, and I visualize in my mind a girl holding the hardness and bringing it to my swollen sex.
To confirm my guess the head touches my open lips and I can only feel the kiss of its tip as I curve my body against it waiting. I wonder how tall he is and realize he must be on a dais looking down at my helpless body. The hands of my captors now tighten like clamps around my arms and legs. I sense eyes looking up between my open thighs seeing what I can only feel, imagining what it will be for me to receive this into me. The hands move me and I gasp and moan, the cock stays ridged, hard and stationery. The hands force my vulva onto it, stretching me over its size and hardness. I shake my head unable to stop my body being compelled to accommodate the thick shaft sliding into me. I cry out in pain for my sex is gagging on the width, but the hands hold me like a doll. Without any, pity they slide me further down its length. It feels like heated stone turning to iron inside me. I feel full, almost bursting. I cry out for it to stop, and feel the hands ignoring me.
The unknown frightens me and I tense around the shaft. The hands sense my fear and tighten their grip on my quivering thighs as they move me relentlessly down its length. I blush knowing eyes are between my thighs looking at me swallowing the monster into my body. It stops and for a moment, my naked bottom feels a pair of large balls rest against them. I ‘am so full so tight I can hardly breathe. I have taken this entire stranger inside me, but it was a close run thing.
In my blindfolded world, the wrong things are happening to me. Shivers race down my spine and goose bumps erupt on my arms. Warm breath caresses my neck, bringing every nerve ending to tingling awareness. Dormant lusts crackle with sizzling new energy now centred on the huge cock buried in me. The sinful imaginings should not be turning me on. However they are. Who was he, I had no idea.
I feel and imagine the hands on my thighs, so long and elegant. As they open me to him. The bobbing of my throat indicating the effort needed to keep him in me. I can only croak my body now impaled on this womb kisser. In my mind’s eye, I try to visualise what he can see looking down at me on my bed of hands. The luscious girl, with her ample breasts heaving with every short gasp as her body tries to come to terms with her impaling. Below him held by other women my nipples hard and begging, my thighs spread wide, and my slick, wet sex full of his thick cock. The hands binding me, helpless now for just my sex and breasts are in his view.
A single hand begins to clap from the audience followed by others, slowly like that of a single stick striking a drum; the tempo begins to echo from the walls. I feel the bed of hands tense, as they move me away from the cock inside me until all that is left is the tip, and slowly to the sound of the hands, they slide me back down the length again. I cry out for they are fucking me to the rhythm of the clapping. Slowly at first, I feel the brutal shaft opening me. My body aches from the pressure on the straining muscles of my thighs, nevertheless the hands keep me cruelly wide-open to this man. My body can only feel his huge cock nothing else. I try to come to terms with the ruthlessness of the moment. I am nothing more than a big masturbation doll. I cry out when the hands push me hard onto him and I feel the pain of him touching my cervix. The enormous cock is making me gag. Yet as I cry out in pain, the audiences hands increases the tempo. The girl impaled on the man, from their seats I was a curving body, smooth and devoured of pubic hair. The body of a girl responding to their commands like a remote control puppet. I blush knowing they can see from his gleaming shaft that my wanton body craves for him. The watchers hands’ quicken and so does my impaled body. The heat generated by the hands, make my gleaming breasts bouncing to the impact of my body slamming now against the man’s stone hard pubic bone, his heavy balls spanking my ass. The motion changes again to a more rhythmic working of my body, adapting me to the changing pace of my impaling.
The heat generated by so many bodies under me is making me feel I ‘am in a sauna. The rhythmic swinging continues but I sense the man is close from the murmuring of my supporters, and the grunting from him. I lick my lips ready to receive his balls, but the hands did not relent on both of us. I ‘am being fucked for the audience’s pleasure not for mine. On my bed of women’s fingers, I feel slick with sweat now dripping from me. The hands are having a problem holding me. I try to stay ridged to make it easy for him. His hot breath fans across my chest, and I sense he is near. The grunt comes with the loss of control inside me and I feel his throbbing cock grow inside me, and the first jets spurt into me, followed by the sensation of warm sperm washing my raw walls. The hands stop clapping the room falls silent, whilst I’m held ridged against him as he continues to empty his balls into me
Slowly the hands pull my swollen raw sex away from him, and I feel his softening cock slip out of me. A moment later, I hear him silently walk away. Between my open thighs his sperm runs out of my throbbing sex, onto my bottom and then to drip on the floor marking his reality.
Around me, hands adjust my body so once again I can be turned for the audience to see. Slowly they bring me closer. I stiffened expecting the rush of hands over my body, but I sense all they do is look at me exposed and leaking. For what was running out of me, showed how much those large balls had flooded me.
Seemingly satisfied the audience allowed the many legs of the centipede underneath me to turn me and move away. For a moment, I wonder if they have finished with me, but they stop. Turning me once again so my open thighs frame my raw sex to the onlooker’s vision, the hands slowly tilt me as some hands slide under my arms to hold me suspended on the manacles of fingers. Deliberately they lower me at an angle until I can feel something scrape along my leaking sex. I cry and gasp as I feel another cock beneath me sliding into me. I arch even though it is not as thick, and so soon after the monster. It still demands of me to open to it. I can feel it even through the slickness of the sperm inside me. Thrusting into my inflamed body. I feel my gleaming body pulsate to the steel bar pushed into my open soaking tender sex. The hands under my arms hold me for a moment. The strong arms supporting me, and not letting me fall completely on him. Strong slim fingers like a concert pianist wrap themselves around my narrow waist. It certainly does not need too much imagination to see the sight of my naked gleaming body impaled in front of my audience as they watched him spear me with his cock gleaming from my last fucking.
Suddenly the arms of my women puppeteers slowly lift me clear holding me above him like a helpless civilian in a war, unable to stop her own bayoneting. I gasp as the man’s fingers parted my cheeks, and underneath me I feel one of his hands move and slowly I ’am lowered again. I can only shudder and moan as the head touched my virgin anal ring. I shake my head please I cry out. The cockhead locks against my opening and the hands let the weight of my own body impale me onto the male stake. God, how tight it feels I can only wince and murmur to myself. Pain spikes in my body as my virginity resists for just a moment, but the lubrication from my previous lovers balls and my own weight, forces me to except him into me. The head moves round the curve of my anal channel, and I cry out as he slides up into my back. The pain is intense as the steel bar slides up my rear. I cry out for my lost virginity shaking my head, my breasts heaving, and my belly quivering.
The ultimate fuck toy the plaything of jaded desires.
His hard thighs have stopped me, now they let me feel the entire length of his shaft in my ass, he grunts and I moan as my bottom cheeks finally feel his rippling hard belly and I gasped at the sheer length of him buried in my back. In the past fingers had gone into my ass, and tongues have licked it me. However, this had been all orchestrated for my first ass fucking and it hurt like hell. The man’s hands gently pull me back against him, arching my body to show the guests seated in front of me that I had taken the whole of the long shaft. Some women gasp, others giggle whilst a few applaud my body’s achievement. I move and gasp the pain burns for a moment then it is gone. The man’s hands take my breasts covering them in tormenting fingers. On the surface of my ankles, I feel the wooden sides of the bench the man must be lying on with me straddling his hips and laying across his body, so exposed. Slowly he gyrates his hips in small circular motions to distend my tight anal ring now gripping his shaft tight. He fingers persecute my breasts squeezing them puckering my aching nipples out on top of their distorted hills, I can only moan with the rough treatment they are receiving. I move and immediately I can feel every inch of that extraordinary long cock inside me. Slowly my angled body responds and he moves me up along the shaft, holds me and then with a gasp lets me fall back down again to the slapping sound of my cheeks on his thighs. Those pianist fingers move to my neglected nipples tugging and pulling until I pant, and thrust them forward for more. He releases them so the audience can see my extended hard nipples. His hands move to the small of my back supporting me, holding me, and moving me so the audience can see my naked gleaming body, with its bobbing breasts, and my clenching belly leading their eyes down to the open lips of my swollen sex, behind which is the glistening shaft buried in my arsehole.
I sense the moment.
Lifting me like a rag doll, he slams hard into me and I arch in pain making me cry out to a gasp from the audience. Slowly the piston moves up and down inside me. I cannot stop it for I ‘am suspended by his strong hands on its rigidity. I try to get a little more comfortable but he is playing to the audience dominating me with his dick. I feel the heat of his hand spank my ass as it rises from his belly.
“Come on bitch take the meat,” he whispers as I return down to his body and feel his cock like a second spine. I gasp when the fingers tighten around my waist and he begins by shear muscle power to lift me on and off his iron bar. I want to pull of my blindfold, and see the bastard fucking my ass without mercy, but the script says leave it on. To the audience and the camera he works me, and slowly from the pain and the abuse the nightmare comes, the fear that frightens me, for I begin to pant and respond to this pitiless man with his cruel hard cock
“That’s it baby I was told I was getting a virgin ass, and you were tight hun, so tight a little blood but no problem you are nice and open now, so let’s fuck”
I feel him pull me back along his body my ankles raised and the shock of another suddenly between my thighs makes me jerk.
“Steady girl you could rip yourself, stay calm, and relax,” he chuckles. The single powerful thrust makes my body jerk and I cry out in pain. In a single fluid motion the thick bar slides into me, to rub against the other burning in my bottom. I try to move but the men fucking me keep me in the vice like jaws of their hard bodies. Front and back so full so achingly full, I scream I shudder, and for that receive a spank on my right breasts to shock me and steady me.
I whimper so full of men I try to move but the cock inside my pussy moves on up towards my womb. I throb I pant, I try to relax to help my swollen organs take these men and their members. A hard-calloused hand probably from a labourer comes to my face and gripping both my cheeks pulls my face to the left and pushes another cock-head between my lips. I instinctively open, and the dome shaped head slides onto my tongue. I am so full I could explode, all my openings filled by strangers I cannot see, only feel their pulsating thick cocks exploring me opening me for the audience’s pleasure. Suspended on poles they work me. In my bottom, he holds me rigid whilst the other pounds my tender burning sex.
Down my throat I taste the man and comprehend from the taste, he is fresh from another woman. I taste them both and gag my sensors and body assaulted; I feel the brute surfacing in the darkness of my mind, driving me harder onto the merciless pistons inside me. Oh my god I want them, so brutally hard inside me, taking me, using me, and of course simply fucking me. My body arches my throat expands. The men sense it and I feel the one above me spank my breast, again harder this time. My breast burns with a red heat, but my swollen nipples burns white-hot. I cry out and he laughs as he thrust deep into me their balls between my vulva and anus spanking each other.
I ‘am lifted slightly off my male bed and both together press me back down on their hardness. I choke and pull away from the one in my mouth as I gasp for air.
“No you don’t baby”, says the other man in a gravelly voice, as he thrust the cock back into my mouth. I feel about to explode the pain the fullness the shivering reactions of the shock of three men taking me. I try to hang on but my body beaten between the hard clenching muscles seems to excite the onlookers. I cannot stop them, only show in my red face, chest, breasts, the indicator lights to morality and my body fighting inside me. To them I ‘am a raw throbbing fuck toy, worked by a team of men, who do this all the time for the camera.
I try to stay with them but my over loaded emotions send me into a combination of the shock at what was happening to me, and the reactions of my body to these throbbing cocks.
Instinctively and to my amazement I feel my body react moving with the thrusting phalluses, it will bring me no orgasm for too much is happening, yet the residue floating for my overstuffed body is making me hot soiled and wet so very wet.
“Fuck the bitch is loving it”, says the man slamming into my womb.
“I know she is trying to break my fucking dick in half with her ass.”
I feel hands grab my breasts.
“Come on bitch tell daddy and the camera you like it.”
A thumb rubs my clit, and I let out a gurgled moan.
“That’s it baby you’re so full you want to burst”
Sandwiched between them our three bodies burn on each other’s skin, all of us are covered in a sheen of our own heat, mixing like lubricant to help each man move in and along my sandwiched body.
I cannot see them only feel the men, their sweat, their scent, and their hardness. A suspended doll I can only try to stay submissive and give myself to them. I feel the cock in my mouth pulsate swell and grow larger. A fist entwines its fingers in my long curls pulling my head back to receive him.
“Time to taste a real man hun.”
I can only gag as he gushes out his balls into my mouth and down my throat. I can only whimper through my nose as he grunts showing the others he is emptying into my gaging mouth.
I buck to the slam between my legs as more hot splashes sting my sore vagina, behind me the man feels the other pulsing out his sperm and squeezing my breasts painfully before he pours his own cream into my bottom. The three are filling me pumping into me, in perfect timing to the camera. I can do nothing but receive them, my body shaking to the hot sperm spurting into me and out of me down my chin onto my breasts my thighs my bottom.
Slowly the hard muscles relax, and cocks slide reluctantly out of me leaving me bathed in sweat and smelling of sperm.
Hands come again and lift me clear of the three men, hoisting me up to display the sperm leaking out of me. Lay once again on my bed of hands. I feel each man come up and spank me. My wet cheeks glowing from the brand of their hands.
“You were a great fuck hun, we must do that again.”
“Sure was,” another replied.
“Jesus Mike,” one of them laughs, “you see what’s leaking from her ass.”
“Yep been saving that up for a few days, when they told me I would get a nice tight virgin to fuck.”
“Come on let’s get our cloths on, and I’ll buy you a beer.” The men move e
Slowly they turn me towards the audience and move me closer; I hear the applause now and the cheers. Lying there on display, I feel slim fingers scoop along my raw sex, bottom and mouth, as though wishing to taste the men that had gushed into and was now all over me. Time elongates, but slowly my soaking body cools and I begin to shiver. The hands relent turning me and walking me to the door where before a virgin had come through. Now a soaking wet fuck toy filled by men passes through
"Cut that’s a wrap," said the strangely hollow voice of the director
Copyright 2011 Tara Richardson
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By Tara Richardson
The Doll
The red shiny sheath dress confines my body, only the designer slit all the way to my hip allowing my stocking clad left leg and bare thigh to escape.
I stood ready for this special occasion.
The only problem was I could see nothing because of my blind fold.
I was dressed for dinner, but I was the meal.
Hands held mine in almost human manacles, as they lead me through a door.
I sensed the room was large and cavernous by the clunking sound my four-inch heels made on the wooden floor. The hiss of excitement hid the numbers from me, but not the realisation in the breathing, fidgeting, and the odd cough that in front of me was my audience.
All around me shuffling bare feet moved, their perfume almost overwhelming me as they moved in close. I shivered their fingertips tactilely touching my body. Fingers ran through my hair, their tips on my face, on my shoulders, over my dress, and deliberately grazing my breasts and their receptive nipples.
I feel the hands behind me sliding down my spine, and over my clenched bottom; the tips fondling the bare skin of my thigh sliding around and under my dress, adjacent but not touching my snug fitting thong.
My sensors were overloading my body, I wanted it to stop, but my body wanted it to go on. I let out moan, when a finger grazed my pubis through my dress. I felt the warm breath of anonymous woman on my bare back, and her long fingers pulling the thin shoulder straps of my dress down over my arms. The hands continued to make my skin tingle, and then I heard and felt the zip of my dress sliding down my back.
I could do nothing for strong hands secured me. Fingers gently pulled the dress over my breasts freeing them to display my emotions to the invisible audience. Gentle tugs made the material slither over my quivering belly past my thong to fall in a gossamer ring at my feet. The final halo of my modesty was gone. In a moment of fluttering cloth, I had been turned into the visual sexual plaything for the pleasure of these outsiders.
Behind my blindfold, I can only imagine what my invisible audience can see. The girl caressed by black hold up stockings, and confined only by the curving thin silk of her snug thong, my smooth sex not hidden but shaping the thin red material.
I hear a gasp from the audience, and the figures around me move in closer.
Fingers return to my flesh, touching and caressing my throat, my chest. Invisible hands their many digits, cupping my breasts lifting them squeezing them, gently massaging my nipples, a single fingernail scraping my tender swollen teat. I instinctively pull my body back, but hands from behind push me forward back towards my tormentors. A hand with long fingers slides over my tense bare bottom, and under me, following the line of my string enclosed inside the cheeks of my ass. Delicate but strong hands coax my thighs apart to welcome the long hard fingernail to the material of my soaking wet thong. I lean back and hands come to support my back, bottom and legs. I feel the soft, silken fingers on my ankles and on my wrists, and before I fully realize what is happening to me. I feel my body lifted clear of the floor, my shoes removed; my thighs parted brutally exposing my swollen sex weeping inside its thong.
Holding me still, the hands adjust their positions on my body so in unison they display my flesh on an undulating bed of quivering fingers.
Unsupported my head falls back, displaying my curving body to the invisible watches. The sacrifice to their lust held aloft for them to see. I feel the hands rotating me. My head lulling back, almost as though I were unconscious or even dead. The body with its twin hills and eager peaks, the flat plains and curves, the bulge of the female pubis encased inside a thong, showing all those eyes, the swollen closed lips of her smooth trembling sex.
I was the ultimate doll for their amusement. Quivering flesh hot and submissive, designed by nature for reproduction, now used only for pleasure.
Strong hands slowly part my thighs spreading them wider still, my thong now taut like a drum skin across my sex. I blush wondering what they can see. The long fingers return under my bottom sliding up along my crack searching for my button. I can only shiver and whimper. The fingers play with me across the shiny material bridge of my panties. My back curves even more with the multiple shock waves pulsating through my spine. Hands grip me tight securing me to those tormenting fingers. Held up for presentation my nipples scream when more fingers touch, pull, pinch and stroke them. Hands slap my belly creating the drum skin sound, and push down on my stomach to enhance my smooth full pubis trapped inside its drenched thong.
The hands move my body forward so the audience can see me even better. Fingernails run along the twin hemispheres of my tense bottom carving red furrows along my naked flesh.
The silent women torment my flesh without mercy. My thighs frame my throbbing sex to show the audience the shades of darkening red on my thong. I gasp with the coldness of steel on my hips, they snip and my thong leaves my body to fall to the floor, allowing the cool air of the room to blow gently on my naked overheated sex
Now my stripped body is displayed to the audience again, my parted lips my inner wetness, the ring of my tight opening. Behind the valley of my belly, the twin hills of my unfettered breasts wobble to the rippling motion supporting me. In my eyes, I can only see the darkness; on my body, the hands are blinding me with sensation.
To the hands preparing me I am nothing more than a throbbing sexual entity.
Slowly they continue to rotate me, and I can only whimper my helplessness as I feel the hot breath of someone on my inner thighs, and hands reaching up to cup my breasts. I shiver when a soft kiss teases my stressed skin. The hands around my thighs and bottom adjust me to the waiting wet tongue, which dips into my channel to taste and lick my quivering heat. I cry out in shock and exploding sensations as the tip flicks my burning nerve endings. I arch away but the hands pull me back, and mouths join the one between my thighs, on my swollen nipples encircling them like wet hoods. I can only groan as my querulous nipples send tiny quivering shock waves along my palpitating belly. I tremble and shake my head from side to side my body crying out.
A long fingernail glides along the bowl of my belly to the hill of my swollen pubis; already my parted lips welcome the hardness into my open wet valley. I try desperately to lift my head, but I feel a hand push it back down. The presentation of my flesh is for the audience not me. The tongue licks my clit and runs down my deep crack licking me tasting me, dipping for a moment into my well. Hands part my cheeks to invite the tongue further. I can only sob as it licks the unbroken spider’s web of my tiny anal ring.
A long slender finger presses on my vulva, and I welcomed it into me. I can feel it long and slim like a probe exploring. Suddenly I tense when the finger withdraws from me, I feel it trail down under me, to touch and cause me to gasp in shock as it presses against my virgin ring. The tongue and lips return to my sex and my torturer begins again. Now I cannot hold back, my three protagonists are women, and they all know their own bodies and of course mine. Two are squeezing my nipples together scraping the raw teats and soothing them again with the warm liquid of their mouths,
The third pushes a finger into my bottom, and a thumb slides into my vulva, slowly they rub themselves against the thin membrane that separates them. They ignore my moans and whimpers and continue like pitiless machines. I can no longer halt the rush of emotions and exploded in a cry of pain, pleasure and shock, my head shaking from side to side, my thighs quivering, my back almost snapping in two under the shock wave, as I arch almost clear of the hands supporting me. It is intense for it comes from the darkness of my mind, the dark monster within me awoken by my throbbing nipples and my weeping sex. My buttocks turn to stone my thighs to stretched rubber bands, almost tearing from their bones.
The intense organism racks me, pouring my emotions in a deluge over me. I can do nothing as my vagina goes into spasms between my aching thighs. Hands move them wider apart callously exposing my sex to the unseen eyes to show my open red swollen vagina as proof. The hands under me hold me up to show my shivering body, and again I am rotated for the audience to see me. The humiliation of clinking glasses as my audience toasts my orgasm, whilst I can only display the power they have over me.
A hush descends the room, and I feel the atmosphere change, and a tension now pervades the chamber, and I want to see. I cry out for the blindfold’s removal, but a hiss close to my ears silence me.
The bare feet hardly make a sound only the creaking floorboards taking the weight give me an indication where, and possibly gender. I sense the fingers tense, I try to move but the hands keep my body open to its audience. Lowered slightly I feel another presence close, the sound invades the cavity of my ear like an echo, what is it? The sound comes to me and I stiffen someone or maybe more, are preparing a man. I cry out as the sound suddenly stops, and I visualize in my mind a girl holding the hardness and bringing it to my swollen sex.
To confirm my guess the head touches my open lips and I can only feel the kiss of its tip as I curve my body against it waiting. I wonder how tall he is and realize he must be on a dais looking down at my helpless body. The hands of my captors now tighten like clamps around my arms and legs. I sense eyes looking up between my open thighs seeing what I can only feel, imagining what it will be for me to receive this into me. The hands move me and I gasp and moan, the cock stays ridged, hard and stationery. The hands force my vulva onto it, stretching me over its size and hardness. I shake my head unable to stop my body being compelled to accommodate the thick shaft sliding into me. I cry out in pain for my sex is gagging on the width, but the hands hold me like a doll. Without any, pity they slide me further down its length. It feels like heated stone turning to iron inside me. I feel full, almost bursting. I cry out for it to stop, and feel the hands ignoring me.
The unknown frightens me and I tense around the shaft. The hands sense my fear and tighten their grip on my quivering thighs as they move me relentlessly down its length. I blush knowing eyes are between my thighs looking at me swallowing the monster into my body. It stops and for a moment, my naked bottom feels a pair of large balls rest against them. I ‘am so full so tight I can hardly breathe. I have taken this entire stranger inside me, but it was a close run thing.
In my blindfolded world, the wrong things are happening to me. Shivers race down my spine and goose bumps erupt on my arms. Warm breath caresses my neck, bringing every nerve ending to tingling awareness. Dormant lusts crackle with sizzling new energy now centred on the huge cock buried in me. The sinful imaginings should not be turning me on. However they are. Who was he, I had no idea.
I feel and imagine the hands on my thighs, so long and elegant. As they open me to him. The bobbing of my throat indicating the effort needed to keep him in me. I can only croak my body now impaled on this womb kisser. In my mind’s eye, I try to visualise what he can see looking down at me on my bed of hands. The luscious girl, with her ample breasts heaving with every short gasp as her body tries to come to terms with her impaling. Below him held by other women my nipples hard and begging, my thighs spread wide, and my slick, wet sex full of his thick cock. The hands binding me, helpless now for just my sex and breasts are in his view.
A single hand begins to clap from the audience followed by others, slowly like that of a single stick striking a drum; the tempo begins to echo from the walls. I feel the bed of hands tense, as they move me away from the cock inside me until all that is left is the tip, and slowly to the sound of the hands, they slide me back down the length again. I cry out for they are fucking me to the rhythm of the clapping. Slowly at first, I feel the brutal shaft opening me. My body aches from the pressure on the straining muscles of my thighs, nevertheless the hands keep me cruelly wide-open to this man. My body can only feel his huge cock nothing else. I try to come to terms with the ruthlessness of the moment. I am nothing more than a big masturbation doll. I cry out when the hands push me hard onto him and I feel the pain of him touching my cervix. The enormous cock is making me gag. Yet as I cry out in pain, the audiences hands increases the tempo. The girl impaled on the man, from their seats I was a curving body, smooth and devoured of pubic hair. The body of a girl responding to their commands like a remote control puppet. I blush knowing they can see from his gleaming shaft that my wanton body craves for him. The watchers hands’ quicken and so does my impaled body. The heat generated by the hands, make my gleaming breasts bouncing to the impact of my body slamming now against the man’s stone hard pubic bone, his heavy balls spanking my ass. The motion changes again to a more rhythmic working of my body, adapting me to the changing pace of my impaling.
The heat generated by so many bodies under me is making me feel I ‘am in a sauna. The rhythmic swinging continues but I sense the man is close from the murmuring of my supporters, and the grunting from him. I lick my lips ready to receive his balls, but the hands did not relent on both of us. I ‘am being fucked for the audience’s pleasure not for mine. On my bed of women’s fingers, I feel slick with sweat now dripping from me. The hands are having a problem holding me. I try to stay ridged to make it easy for him. His hot breath fans across my chest, and I sense he is near. The grunt comes with the loss of control inside me and I feel his throbbing cock grow inside me, and the first jets spurt into me, followed by the sensation of warm sperm washing my raw walls. The hands stop clapping the room falls silent, whilst I’m held ridged against him as he continues to empty his balls into me
Slowly the hands pull my swollen raw sex away from him, and I feel his softening cock slip out of me. A moment later, I hear him silently walk away. Between my open thighs his sperm runs out of my throbbing sex, onto my bottom and then to drip on the floor marking his reality.
Around me, hands adjust my body so once again I can be turned for the audience to see. Slowly they bring me closer. I stiffened expecting the rush of hands over my body, but I sense all they do is look at me exposed and leaking. For what was running out of me, showed how much those large balls had flooded me.
Seemingly satisfied the audience allowed the many legs of the centipede underneath me to turn me and move away. For a moment, I wonder if they have finished with me, but they stop. Turning me once again so my open thighs frame my raw sex to the onlooker’s vision, the hands slowly tilt me as some hands slide under my arms to hold me suspended on the manacles of fingers. Deliberately they lower me at an angle until I can feel something scrape along my leaking sex. I cry and gasp as I feel another cock beneath me sliding into me. I arch even though it is not as thick, and so soon after the monster. It still demands of me to open to it. I can feel it even through the slickness of the sperm inside me. Thrusting into my inflamed body. I feel my gleaming body pulsate to the steel bar pushed into my open soaking tender sex. The hands under my arms hold me for a moment. The strong arms supporting me, and not letting me fall completely on him. Strong slim fingers like a concert pianist wrap themselves around my narrow waist. It certainly does not need too much imagination to see the sight of my naked gleaming body impaled in front of my audience as they watched him spear me with his cock gleaming from my last fucking.
Suddenly the arms of my women puppeteers slowly lift me clear holding me above him like a helpless civilian in a war, unable to stop her own bayoneting. I gasp as the man’s fingers parted my cheeks, and underneath me I feel one of his hands move and slowly I ’am lowered again. I can only shudder and moan as the head touched my virgin anal ring. I shake my head please I cry out. The cockhead locks against my opening and the hands let the weight of my own body impale me onto the male stake. God, how tight it feels I can only wince and murmur to myself. Pain spikes in my body as my virginity resists for just a moment, but the lubrication from my previous lovers balls and my own weight, forces me to except him into me. The head moves round the curve of my anal channel, and I cry out as he slides up into my back. The pain is intense as the steel bar slides up my rear. I cry out for my lost virginity shaking my head, my breasts heaving, and my belly quivering.
The ultimate fuck toy the plaything of jaded desires.
His hard thighs have stopped me, now they let me feel the entire length of his shaft in my ass, he grunts and I moan as my bottom cheeks finally feel his rippling hard belly and I gasped at the sheer length of him buried in my back. In the past fingers had gone into my ass, and tongues have licked it me. However, this had been all orchestrated for my first ass fucking and it hurt like hell. The man’s hands gently pull me back against him, arching my body to show the guests seated in front of me that I had taken the whole of the long shaft. Some women gasp, others giggle whilst a few applaud my body’s achievement. I move and gasp the pain burns for a moment then it is gone. The man’s hands take my breasts covering them in tormenting fingers. On the surface of my ankles, I feel the wooden sides of the bench the man must be lying on with me straddling his hips and laying across his body, so exposed. Slowly he gyrates his hips in small circular motions to distend my tight anal ring now gripping his shaft tight. He fingers persecute my breasts squeezing them puckering my aching nipples out on top of their distorted hills, I can only moan with the rough treatment they are receiving. I move and immediately I can feel every inch of that extraordinary long cock inside me. Slowly my angled body responds and he moves me up along the shaft, holds me and then with a gasp lets me fall back down again to the slapping sound of my cheeks on his thighs. Those pianist fingers move to my neglected nipples tugging and pulling until I pant, and thrust them forward for more. He releases them so the audience can see my extended hard nipples. His hands move to the small of my back supporting me, holding me, and moving me so the audience can see my naked gleaming body, with its bobbing breasts, and my clenching belly leading their eyes down to the open lips of my swollen sex, behind which is the glistening shaft buried in my arsehole.
I sense the moment.
Lifting me like a rag doll, he slams hard into me and I arch in pain making me cry out to a gasp from the audience. Slowly the piston moves up and down inside me. I cannot stop it for I ‘am suspended by his strong hands on its rigidity. I try to get a little more comfortable but he is playing to the audience dominating me with his dick. I feel the heat of his hand spank my ass as it rises from his belly.
“Come on bitch take the meat,” he whispers as I return down to his body and feel his cock like a second spine. I gasp when the fingers tighten around my waist and he begins by shear muscle power to lift me on and off his iron bar. I want to pull of my blindfold, and see the bastard fucking my ass without mercy, but the script says leave it on. To the audience and the camera he works me, and slowly from the pain and the abuse the nightmare comes, the fear that frightens me, for I begin to pant and respond to this pitiless man with his cruel hard cock
“That’s it baby I was told I was getting a virgin ass, and you were tight hun, so tight a little blood but no problem you are nice and open now, so let’s fuck”
I feel him pull me back along his body my ankles raised and the shock of another suddenly between my thighs makes me jerk.
“Steady girl you could rip yourself, stay calm, and relax,” he chuckles. The single powerful thrust makes my body jerk and I cry out in pain. In a single fluid motion the thick bar slides into me, to rub against the other burning in my bottom. I try to move but the men fucking me keep me in the vice like jaws of their hard bodies. Front and back so full so achingly full, I scream I shudder, and for that receive a spank on my right breasts to shock me and steady me.
I whimper so full of men I try to move but the cock inside my pussy moves on up towards my womb. I throb I pant, I try to relax to help my swollen organs take these men and their members. A hard-calloused hand probably from a labourer comes to my face and gripping both my cheeks pulls my face to the left and pushes another cock-head between my lips. I instinctively open, and the dome shaped head slides onto my tongue. I am so full I could explode, all my openings filled by strangers I cannot see, only feel their pulsating thick cocks exploring me opening me for the audience’s pleasure. Suspended on poles they work me. In my bottom, he holds me rigid whilst the other pounds my tender burning sex.
Down my throat I taste the man and comprehend from the taste, he is fresh from another woman. I taste them both and gag my sensors and body assaulted; I feel the brute surfacing in the darkness of my mind, driving me harder onto the merciless pistons inside me. Oh my god I want them, so brutally hard inside me, taking me, using me, and of course simply fucking me. My body arches my throat expands. The men sense it and I feel the one above me spank my breast, again harder this time. My breast burns with a red heat, but my swollen nipples burns white-hot. I cry out and he laughs as he thrust deep into me their balls between my vulva and anus spanking each other.
I ‘am lifted slightly off my male bed and both together press me back down on their hardness. I choke and pull away from the one in my mouth as I gasp for air.
“No you don’t baby”, says the other man in a gravelly voice, as he thrust the cock back into my mouth. I feel about to explode the pain the fullness the shivering reactions of the shock of three men taking me. I try to hang on but my body beaten between the hard clenching muscles seems to excite the onlookers. I cannot stop them, only show in my red face, chest, breasts, the indicator lights to morality and my body fighting inside me. To them I ‘am a raw throbbing fuck toy, worked by a team of men, who do this all the time for the camera.
I try to stay with them but my over loaded emotions send me into a combination of the shock at what was happening to me, and the reactions of my body to these throbbing cocks.
Instinctively and to my amazement I feel my body react moving with the thrusting phalluses, it will bring me no orgasm for too much is happening, yet the residue floating for my overstuffed body is making me hot soiled and wet so very wet.
“Fuck the bitch is loving it”, says the man slamming into my womb.
“I know she is trying to break my fucking dick in half with her ass.”
I feel hands grab my breasts.
“Come on bitch tell daddy and the camera you like it.”
A thumb rubs my clit, and I let out a gurgled moan.
“That’s it baby you’re so full you want to burst”
Sandwiched between them our three bodies burn on each other’s skin, all of us are covered in a sheen of our own heat, mixing like lubricant to help each man move in and along my sandwiched body.
I cannot see them only feel the men, their sweat, their scent, and their hardness. A suspended doll I can only try to stay submissive and give myself to them. I feel the cock in my mouth pulsate swell and grow larger. A fist entwines its fingers in my long curls pulling my head back to receive him.
“Time to taste a real man hun.”
I can only gag as he gushes out his balls into my mouth and down my throat. I can only whimper through my nose as he grunts showing the others he is emptying into my gaging mouth.
I buck to the slam between my legs as more hot splashes sting my sore vagina, behind me the man feels the other pulsing out his sperm and squeezing my breasts painfully before he pours his own cream into my bottom. The three are filling me pumping into me, in perfect timing to the camera. I can do nothing but receive them, my body shaking to the hot sperm spurting into me and out of me down my chin onto my breasts my thighs my bottom.
Slowly the hard muscles relax, and cocks slide reluctantly out of me leaving me bathed in sweat and smelling of sperm.
Hands come again and lift me clear of the three men, hoisting me up to display the sperm leaking out of me. Lay once again on my bed of hands. I feel each man come up and spank me. My wet cheeks glowing from the brand of their hands.
“You were a great fuck hun, we must do that again.”
“Sure was,” another replied.
“Jesus Mike,” one of them laughs, “you see what’s leaking from her ass.”
“Yep been saving that up for a few days, when they told me I would get a nice tight virgin to fuck.”
“Come on let’s get our cloths on, and I’ll buy you a beer.” The men move e
Slowly they turn me towards the audience and move me closer; I hear the applause now and the cheers. Lying there on display, I feel slim fingers scoop along my raw sex, bottom and mouth, as though wishing to taste the men that had gushed into and was now all over me. Time elongates, but slowly my soaking body cools and I begin to shiver. The hands relent turning me and walking me to the door where before a virgin had come through. Now a soaking wet fuck toy filled by men passes through
"Cut that’s a wrap," said the strangely hollow voice of the director
Copyright 2011 Tara Richardson
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- 28.12.2022
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