Love Doll · Part 2 (2/2)
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squeeze my left hand to add to his pleasure. Perhaps it was a release of energy from the fucking I was undergoing. She took one last look at me from the door. I looked at her wide eyed, pleading, a cock in my ass and another in my left hand.
She smiled, blew me a kiss and disappeared.
I sat / stood / layed there. I enjoyed the slow rhythmic stroking of the cock making friends with my rear. The sensations were much more pleasurable than I ever would have believed. The person availing himself in my left hand was pounding the poor dolls head in a nonstop frenzy. I tried to match my contractions to his pumps, but his furious lovemaking was hard to follow. I squirmed my ass and tried to wiggle the best I could to get the most out of my rear- end lover. Thoughts of him made me forget the scenario before my eyes, until I saw the side door open.
In came a man, well-dressed, wearing a dark pin stripe suit. I did not move my head to see his face. I remembered her final words as she left. She told me that none of my "customers" tonight knew that there really was a person inside the dolls. As far as they were concerned, these were life-like mannequins with special features to accentuate the experience of sex. To this end, I did not move my head, but tried to observe his motion with my eyes. He removed his shoes, leaving them neatly under the bench against the right side of the room. He dropped his pants to the floor and lay them carefully on the bench. I then saw him turn and observe me, and my apparent situation.
All he saw a young woman in a period costume. Bulging breasts begged to spill from the top of a satin bodice. Puffy sleaves delicately caressed milky skin while large furls of skirt and petticoat mountained about feminine legs and could hide forbidden delights. He reached and stroked my hair. The back of his hand brushed by my cheeks. I could barely feel the rubbing through the latex of my head piece. It took every bit of restraint to avoid making any noises with all the action occuring to other parts of my body. I was positioned sufficiently high to accept him with him still standing. It didn't take him long to pull his manhood from his underwear. He grasped it causing an instant erection.
As I was being thrust from behind, I was all ready for something, anything. He straddled my (my?) legs and moved towards me. For all purposes, they were my legs, my breasts, my petticoats he gingerly stepped around. He moved the tip of the head to the dolls lips, my lips. As I breathed in I could smell the muskiness of his cock, trapped in his underwear all day. He was hard enough to push in, and did so, gently, not knowing what to expect. I held my tongue against the floor of my mouth. I didn't want to scare him off. With the heat I was in from my behind, I could have bitten off his cock, anxious to release some energy had my jaw restraint let me. His cock entered my warm moist mouth.
I could feel it make it's way past my lips, through the hole in my jaw restraint. He pushed it straight in. I brought my mouth to close around it, to give some sensation of tightness. As I felt the tip at the back of my throat, he strained the hole in my jaw restraint to it's limit. He let out a slight sigh, mumbled something about how amazingly realistic it felt, grabbed both sides of my head with surprising strength and started pumping slowly. Withing 20 strokes he began increasing tempo. The hoop earrings in my ears rocked frontwards and back, banging against my cheeks. I opened my mouth slightly more. I could do nothing more but allow him to fuck away at my mouth.
I began to understand why my head was allowed limited movement. He pumped into me, moving my head forward and backward in a matching rhythym. The ring collar prevented him from moving my head too far, to stress my neck and possibly hurt me. This way, he can fuck me as hard as he wants. He gets a realistic blow job (more than he realised!) and be as forceful as he wants. As he began fast pumping my eager mouth, I suddenly realised I was also milking someone else with my right hand. A brief thought flew across my mind. I wasn't sure which hand was the whore and which was the prim and proper businesslady.
At this moment I was simultaneously having sex with four different people. Presumably not one of them knew about the others. Each was within feet of the others, separated by walls in their own little room, with me literally at the center of attention. My butt-fucking lover kept up his slow but substantial ministrations, my left hand was still furiously being pumped, my right was receiving slower action but more forcefull, and my mouth was filled with some businessman's cock. The person behind believed that he was ass-fucking some tight corsetted whore strung up by her arms.
My hand-job lovers believed they were mouth fucking their respective love dolls, and the guy in front of me is thinking he's giving a Victorian era harlot his special load. I felt warmness in my rectum, and the rear-end strokes slowed. I felt him pop out of my ass leaving a strange feeling behind. I wanted him to re-enter me, to fill me. Instead, he released my hips, and that was the last I felt of him. At about the same time, my left hand fell still. Evidently this guy's stamina ran out. I don't know how he kept it up as long as he did. I kept squeezing the cock in my right hand, masturbating to the best of my limited ability. After a few minutes, I felt hands and a towel wiping off my ass.
Was it my lover? Probably not, someone probably preparing me for the next one. I concentrated on the cock in my mouth. I began to give small tongue massages as he pumped me. My right hand lover stopped also. He didn't last long! The cock in my mouth increased in speed again. I felt he would come at any time. The next cock entered my ass. This one didn't feel as big, but he jumped in with a fury. No gentle rocker this one, I could tell he wanted to wham bam and thank me ma'am.
I could taste saltiness in my mouth, I knew the inevitable was near. As his thrusting became increadibly pronounced, I felt warm spurts at the back of my mouth. Knowing my only option was to take it, I swallowed quickly, not even thinking of what I was doing. I milked him for all I could. After all I had been through, his cum tasted good, almost a relief. The guy behind continued to pump the shackled corsetted whore in the ass like it was his last fuck, unaware this little whore really just received a delicious present down his throat. I was glad my chocolate cherry had been broken by Mr. Gentle before this speed freak got to me. The guy in my mouth slowed and shrunk.
I pressed my lips together tightly, to seal his juices in me and give him a little going away present when he popped out of my mouth. He withdrew and released my head, which I let drop, like it should have. I felt a new customer start working on my right hand, with slow deliberate pumps. I watched the business man put on his pants and shoes while my ass was worked like some common whore's. He stood next to the door for a moment, I guessed there was a mirror there, then left the room. I mumbled an unintelligible goodbye and ran my tongue over my lips to clean up for number 2.
While I squeezed the cock in my right hand, I again felt warmth in my ass as I took another load in my rectum. This customer didn't wait around, but made a hasty retreat. I suppose one could think of this as the ultimate fantasy. It is one thing to day dream about being a woman and being made love to as a woman, but being four women at once! I could do little but to enjoy it, and service my lovers the best I could. After all, I was strapped in and forced to be the vehicle.
It had been several minutes since the businessman had left. My ass was still smarting from the two invasions I had endured. My right hand was feeling fatigued from the relatively large effort it took to milk the cock I was somewhat grabbing. I heard a click and the side door again opened. I watched a man stroll in. Again I could not see his face, but could easily see the dress, causing my eyes to widen.
He was wearing chicly faded black jeans, an unzipped black leather motorcycle jacket with a wide shiny zipper up the middle, straps hanging from various parts and other zippers sprinkled across other parts, a black tee shirt with some rock group's insignia emblazoned in the center, and black motorcyle boots that shone in the dim light of the room. I could see him walk to the center of the room, facing me, apparently eyeing me and sizing up my situation. Again feelings swept through me as I became the part of the scene in which I sat. I was a Victorian harlot slumped against the wall, my dress slightly wrinkled as I had just serviced a gentleman's fine cock for a smile.
I wished I could reach and smooth my skirt and straighten my bodice, perhaps pressing together the bulging of the two creamy bosoms, my two aereolas barely peeking from the lace edging of the scooped neck. My waist constricted to a breath taking size serving only to connect my enhanced feminine hips to my desirable overflowing breasts. I noticed an inordinate amount of arm hair escaping from the sleeve of his jacket. My earlier feeling of enthusiasm turned to dread as I suddenly realized what he was there for. At the moment, I did not have a love pole ramming home a message of desire at my tail end as I had before.
My arm and torso muscles instinctively contracted as I involuntarily felt a keen need to escape from the tubular frame.
My fruitless efforts at escape lasted but a few seconds before he walked to me. I tried to pull back but of course could go nowhere. He put his ape hand under my chin and lifted to view my face. Afraid of giving a clue that I was indeed human, I froze my eyes still and looked straight ahead as he lifted. In my periphery vision I could see a clean shaven rather handsome face, young, perhaps late twenties. My nose caught a slight scent of cigarette and Old Spice. He looked me over for what seemed like an hour but was actually fifteen seconds. I would like to think he found me attractive, although, on the outside I only looked like a love doll.
He lowered my head till it stopped, put both hands to his wide black belt, and undid the buckle. He folded back the top corners of his jeans to expose his white Jockey underwear and pulled his already stiff cock through the fly. By now I caught the unmistakable musky smell of pent up cock. I braced myself for the inevitable, trying to run visions through my mind to "put me in the mood". He wiped the head across my latex lips a few times, then pulled back slightly and with his right hand holding it like you would grab a hammer, pointed it straight towards my pliant doors. He placed his left palm squarely across the back of by head, grabbing some of my hair between his thumb and forefinger.
With control over my head, he angled my head back until my face was vertical to the floor, perpendicular to his rod. I looked down my nose at the immense length of his shaft as he edged the head to my lips, breaking them apart with a slight twitch of the domed end. Again, I dropped my tongue to the bottom of my mouth. With his left hand as a back stop, he smoothly and swiftly slid into me and found the back of my mouth as an arrow finds it's target.
Unfortunately, his arrow was longer than my mouth was deep. The curvature of the back of my mouth guided him well into the opening of my throat. His left hand had firm control for I'm sure I flinched at this, involuntarily recoiling, what little I could move. He seemed not to notice. He withdrew after a pause until the ridge of his head was at my lips. I was dazed by the suddenness of having his manhood forced down my throat. I had almost gagged but had caught myself from making any verbal noises. I resolved with urgency to relax my muscles as much as possible to let him have his way, to accept him as far as he could push, to not reveal that I was real.
He again moved towards the back of my throat, his long cock moving like a freight train in the night. Again he hit the back of my mouth and was guided down my throat. This time I was prepared as he slid to a stop at full bore. He paused again and let out a gasp. I had turned him on! This man in leather was getting off on my mouth! This time, although ready, it was still difficult to keep composure. I just wasn't used to giving deep thoat. As he withdrew to my lips, I felt two hands spread my ass cheeks wide and the ridges of a lubed up head of an unknown cock pop inside my ass hole.
As the man in leather again pushed his arrow to the target down my throat, another rod took a forcefull journey up the avenue of my ass. The one in my mouth had already stopped in my throat as the one behind kept coming. Maybe I was preoccupied with longness at the moment, but it seemed that this one travelled alot further into me than the previous two had. It felt like it was going to bump into the one down my throat before I finally felt his body bump my buttocks. They both began to withdraw together and both ram together. I wondered briefly at the unlikely probability of two men in separate rooms pumping a mouth and an ass in syncronization.
Some brain cells on the side of my head took notice that the guy in my right hand was done and had withdrawn. I let my hand go limp.
They stayed in synch for at least 30 strokes. I had lost count. In fact, the intensity of being had by extra long rods in both ends put me into a delirium. I resigned myself that I was powerless to do much about the invasions I was undergoing. I let the man in leather have my throat to his liking. Whenever he paused at full stroke, my nose was forced into his leather jacket. I drew in overwhelming scents of fresh leather that drove my olfactory system into overload. If I had ever been in euphoria, this was it.
The man in my ass kept his strokes long and smooth. He always took me to full length. I marveled at both of their staying abilities considering the sensuousness they were experiencing, longer than I could have ever gone without cumming. The ramming of these rods seemed to go on forever. The man in leather finally gave three short strokes, all in my throat, and held me tight, never releasing the back of my head from when he started his campaign. The head of his cock stayed down as far as he could push. I could feel cum running down my throat as I held my breath for dear life. I could feel the waves pulse along the bottom of his shaft with my tongue as I stroked it inward, helping him empty into me. All the while, long steady strokes pumped at my back end. I lay there, a willing receptacle for his cum, pleased that I had survived and, yes, even enjoyed this man in leather.
As he withdrew, I all of a sudden realised that both hands were busy holding cocks and I was instinctively milking them. The man in leather pulled the head of his cock from my lips and held it about a foot from my face. I eyed it, watching a few drips of cum drip onto the skirt of my satin dress. He stuffed it back into his underwear and let my head drop. I watched him walk across the room, zip his jeans and fasten his wide belt with an easy motion. His boots clunked as he walked to the door and stepped out.
I gasped for air several times in disbelief of what I had just been through. I swallowed hard several times to flush his cum down my throat, although I never tasted much of it in my mouth. The man in back quickened his pumping and, grabbing my hips as his thrust handles, came to orgasm banging my buttocks hard like I was being spanked on both cheeks at once. I felt like my body would split in half as his rocket left the launching pad and carve a path through me, exiting somewhere from my head. I constricted my ass and hands in unison several times and, as the man in my rear injected me with his milky juices, let go with an ethereal howl as I reached the closest I could come to my own orgasm. I rocked hard back and forth into his pole, even though I don't think I physically moved. I gave my hands a few final squeezes, hoping to bring off the guys lucky enough to be in my clutches.
My whole body fell limp, my muscles exhausted, as I lay breathing hard. I noticed the man behind me pull out and a towel wipe me clean. I felt nothing at my hands and figured the cocks were done and gone. With no external stimuli, I drifted into a dazed, post-orgasmic stupor.
After several minutes of idleness I heard the door open but did not bother to even raise my eyes to watch whoever entered. Soon I saw two legs come into view. They were nylon clad and the feet were in servicable heels. Their appearance seemed familiar and I vaguely recognized them as belonging to the woman that had fastened me into this multi-port fuck frame. I just wanted to lay and rest. I could feel her fumbling with something around my neck, reaching under the false face. After a half a minute, she raised the chin portion of my doll head and pulled the restraint out of my mouth. She gently let my mouth close and reattached the doll skin to me. I mumbled an unintelligible sound of appreciation as she walked to the door and disappeared. I slowly moved my jaw around, regaining the pleasant feel of being able to control it once again. My stupor continued.
Laying spent, I felt another cock enter my behind and I began to service another ass screw, as I lay emotionless and unresponsive. I did not notice the door open until I saw a pair of business wingtips and dark grey pinstriping adorning some legs come towards me. I did not have any time or desire to respond before the palm of a hand under my chin raised my head. I looked down the shaft of a man's cock and watched it enter my mouth. With the mouth restraint gone, I could have refused entry, but did not. I was tired and spent. They used me as I lay as lifeless as the love doll itself, becoming nothing more than a love doll myself.
Since the frame propped me and held me in position, it took no effort on my part to allow the men to enter me and use me. I felt at one with the latex, corsetry and satin that enclosed me. They pumped for awhile, and shot me full of their sperm. I allowed it to flow down my throat and up my ass. I liked servicing them with my mouth much more without the mouth restraint in. I formed a perfect circle with my lips to mimick the shape of the orifice. At times I felt cocks in my hands, but still I let them do all the work.
Several cocks came, and several cocks went. I allowed them me as they wanted. Occasionally I would tongue one, or squeeze my anus, but generally I lay still as I was fucked. After all, I was nothing more than a love doll, provided for use by any man that desired me.
Love Doll · Part 2 (2/2)
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