She was wearing pearls and had every look of success.She was wearing pearls and had every look of success. Her head was pitched slightly forward. The other picture was a classic New Orleans hooker, overly glitzed and whorishly dressed. She was also kneeling, but I had not yet made the connection between them and me. I was told that the latex "mitten" I wore really was inside each doll's head. My hands formed round receptacles ready to milk any man that needed the servicing. I looked closely and saw how the dolls were positioned. Each was in the corner of a room and had their back to a chair or pillow that concealed my arm. So that was it, I was to be a 4 station fuck machine. As the reality of my predicament set in, I barely listened to the rest of her words. All that I remembered was that the "ass" users would be provided with KY jelly on the table next to me so as to not cause too much pain since they were told I was a "virgin". As she was telling me this, I realized I could already feel light stroking moving up and down my buttocks. I remained still (as if I could move much!) while the strokes gained in force. A little fondling around my anus hole preceeded a feeling that I became very familiar with in the hours that followed. A cock was entering me, slowly. The slight pain of penetration was followed by a constant force that seemed to take forever to fully enter me. |