Tortured Tits

The Tortured Tits

We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled
into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles
from our house. Samantha, my twenty-eight year old wife,
had been asking questions about it for some time now.
She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there,
what went on in there, what might happen if we went in
there.

She had heard about glory holes, especially as they
were used by the gay community for anonymous oral sex.
But she also wondered what she might do in there,
wondered what might be done to her in there. For months
now, she had raised the occasional question, the
probing inquiry. But now we were here, parked, ready to
go inside.

Samantha was dressed for the event. She wore a short dress
that was low cut, showing off her firm tits. She had
lots of tan shoulder and arm exposed, lots of sexy leg.
Only three buttons on top kept the dress on her. It
could be removed in an instant. Underneath she wore, at
my suggestion, nothing. Her sandals made her legs look
so tan, so naked.

And now she was letting herself out of the car. As she
stood in the parking lot, she looked around to see if
anyone was there who might recognize her. She didn’t
want to be seen going into an adult book store. She
didn’t want to have to explain anything to anybody she
might know. We hurried towards the door and went
inside.

As Samantha went amongst the many men looking at magazines
on racks, I bought a ton of video booth tokens, hoping
for the best. When I walked towards her, I saw the men
staring at her, looking at her body, wondering why she
was there. She seemed not to notice them as she paged
through an issue of Barely Legal. When she saw me, she
showed me a picture of two very young girls, hardly any
tits at all, kissing each other deeply. It was a sexy
picture.

Samantha continued looking through the mags, browsing with
all the men, getting their attention. She examined the
entire range of magazines: gay cocks slapping against
each other, lesbian pussy on display, shemales
ejaculating, tit whipping, group sex… the whole range
available in the store. The men never took their eyes
off her.

Finally she was hot enough from the magazines to take
my hand and say “Let’s find a hole”. We headed down the
back hall towards the private booths. She opened the
door of one and saw multiple holes in both side walls.
She looked down at the floor and saw the cum stains.
Then she proceeded to move down the hall, opening each
door and inspecting the holes, evaluating the best
opportunity for anonymous sex. Several men had followed
us and were waiting to see which booth she would
select.

When she opened the door to a booth near the middle of
the hall, she stopped dead. On one wall there was the
usual arrangement of two or three holes at cock level.
On the other wall, however, there was a huge hole –
giant, really – at cock level and with two smaller
holes above it.

She walked in. I followed and shut the door. As Samantha
peered through the holes to see if anyone was in the
adjacent booths, I pumped tokens into the video
machine. Up came a video of a woman fucking a very
young girl while another young girl watched.

We immediately heard the doors open on both adjacent
booths. Whoever was in the booth with the giant hole
did not hesitate. He was already sticking his hand and
arm through one of the two smaller upper holes,
reaching for one of Samantha’s breasts. She stood directly
in front of those holes and watched the anonymous hand
come to her right tit. She looked at me as the hand
started playing with her tit, teasing it, exciting it.
When the hand moved over to Samantha’s other tit, she let
out a quiet moan.

We were doing it. We had come to the adult book store,
found a booth with glory holes, and Samantha was getting
felt up by an anonymous hand. Soon the other hand and
arm came through the second upper hole and now Samantha was
enjoying having her tits played with by two anonymous
hands. She was very excited. She had sensitive tits and
always loved any sex play they received, but this scene
transcended everything she had experienced before.

Then the hands went right onto Samantha’s nipples and gave
them a light pinch. Samantha gasped with pleasure and kept
her tits pointing straight at the hands, hoping for
more of where that came from.

Instead, though, the hands found those three buttons on
her dress and quickly undid them. Then the hands went
up to Samantha’s neck and surrounded it, rubbing her
erotically. As the hands moved down her shoulders they
pushed the dress straps off. As the hands moved down
Samantha’s arms they pushed her dress down and off her
until it started to fall. I caught it and held it low
as Samantha stepped out of it, naked now but for her
sandals. She kept her legs a bit open, open and in
front of that giant hole.

I hung up her dress on a hook on the booth door as the
hands came up to her tits again and cupped them. Then
the anonymous hands started to work Samantha’s tits. She
let out another, louder and longer, moan. This inspired
the hands to start really working those tits of hers.

The hands were squeezing, pushing and pulling at Samantha’s
tits. She looked at me as the tit play got wilder and
rougher. Then the thumbs and fingers were holding her
nipples in a light pinch. She looked down at them,
wondering what would be next.

“Shit!” Samantha shrieked as she jerked back, freeing her
tits from the hands. Apparently the hands had pinched
her, pinched her hard. Samantha was looking at me, rubbing
her nipples to sooth them. I wasn’t sure if it was all
over at that point or what. Would Samantha put her clothes
back on and we would leave with a lesson learned? Or
what would she want to do?

Then, unexpectedly, the hands snapped their fingers.
The sound and gesture shocked Samantha. The hands were
impatient? They wanted her tits back? They wanted to
inflict more pain? Samantha looked at me with a combination
of apprehension and sheer sex. Then, amazingly, she
stepped forward and slowly put her tits back into those
anonymous rough hands.

Immediately the hands went to work, even more roughly
than before. And why not? Samantha had taken the pain and
then, only with limited hesitation, had put her tits
right back into those hands, apparently seeking more of
the same. But this time it wasn’t the same, it was more
brutal. The hands went to work, went to work fast and
hard.

But this time Samantha stood her ground as the hands
roughed up her tits. She stood her ground as the hands
squeezed and pulled at her. She stood her ground as the
hands slapped her tits and then pinched her nipples.
She even stood her ground as one hand held her left tit
in a squeeze, her nipple sticking out as the other hand
slapped it back and forth. She took it all, spreading
her legs a bit wider, her cunt opening up in front of
the giant hole below, getting wet.

Then, when the hands held her nipples in a long, hard
pinch, Samantha still stood her ground. Even as the pinch
turned violent, causing Samantha to gasp and grimace, she
still stood her ground, taking the pain. But when the
pinch became a vicious tug down and up and then down
again, Samantha cried out and jerked herself free once
again, panting, her red, swollen tits heaving in the
dim light of the booth.

But the instant those hands snapped their fingers
again, Samantha thrust forward, no hesitation, putting her
punished tits back yet again into harm’s way. This time
the hands grabbed her nipples and pulled them forward,
towards the holes. That’s when I realized that the
holes were positioned and sized perfectly to have
Samantha’s tits poke through them. The hands forcefully
pulled Samantha’s tits right through the holes. Her body
was pressed up flat against the cum-stained wall as her
tits protruded into the mystery of the next booth.

And then all was still and quiet. Samantha’s naked body was
flush with the wood wall, her flesh pressed up against
the cum stains, her shoulders flat against the rough
surface so as to push her tits as far through the holes
as possible, extending her tits into the booth with the
anonymous hands as deeply as possible. And there Samantha
stood, waiting, waiting with her tits through the
holes, ready to accept whatever the violent hands would
do to them. Samantha stood there vulnerable and waiting,
her tits stuck through the holes and at the mercy of
the anonymous hands.

And then she cried out in pain, excruciating pain.
Something had happened alright, something violent to
one of her tits. But still she stood her ground, tits
still through the holes, still at the mercy of the
torturous hands, waiting.

She suddenly cried out again, even louder, something
having happened to her other tit. But still she stood
her ground, naked skin pressed up against the cum
stained wood wall, tits through the holes. Samantha was
determined to take whatever the hands gave out.

And then her tits were in deep torture again. Samantha
writhed and cried out, twisted and humped the giant
hole with her pelvis, but she kept those tits through
the holes. As she moaned and cried, I realized that her
tits were being punished rapidly and brutally.

I didn’t know what to do. Should I stop this violence
to her tits and pull her out of those holes? Or should
I push against her back, pressing her tits even further
into those holes, preventing her from escaping the pain
she seemed to be enjoying so deeply?

But then something must have really happened to her
because Samantha jumped back, taking her tits out of the
holes, retreating to the safety of our booth. She
looked down at her tits and then looked at me. Slowly,
she turned to face me, showing me her tits. In addition
to being all swollen and red, they were covered in
saliva. There were teeth marks on them. Apparently the
anonymous hands had been joined by an anonymous mouth.

And then the hands were back at the holes, snapping
their fingers, impatient for Samantha’s hurt tits.
Instantly, again without hesitation, Samantha went flush up
against the cum stained wood wall with her naked body
and stuck her battered and bitten tits through the
holes. She wanted more, and she wanted it all.

The anonymous hands and mouth seemed to deliver as Samantha
quivered with pain. She moaned and gasped as the
torture continued. Tears started streaming down her
face as her tits took everything the anonymous hands
and mouth could give her.

Then, suddenly, all was quiet again. Was it over? Or
was something new about to begin?

Samantha, with the side of her face pressed against the
wall, looked at me with new terror. Something different
was happening, something incredibly painful, something
to her left tit, something exquisitely painful.

Then, quiet again.

But then Samantha moaned deeply and twisted her body so
that even more of her right tit was at the mercy of the
mystery in the next booth. Again the look on her face
was of torture, exquisite tit torture. What was he
doing to her tits?

Then, suddenly, she was humping the wall. Or, more
specifically, she was humping the big hole in the wall.
Looking down, I saw one of the anonymous hands
fingering Samantha, finger fucking her cunt violently. This
wasn’t a finger teasing her cunt, it was three fingers
punching into her cunt, rapidly and violently, with no
interest in how she liked it. The hand fucked her cunt
unmercifully.

Samantha’s reaction was to push her cunt towards the hole
and accept the violent finger fuck. As she did, she
leaned back and her tits came out of the upper holes. I
saw the fruits of the anonymous hands’ labor: through
each of Samantha’s tits was a safety pin, a safety pin
fastened.

Shit. He had pushed pins through her tits and then
fastened them. Exquisite pain, exquisite tit torture.
And now he was finishing her off, finger fucking her
cunt violently.

As Samantha started to cum, she began to collapse. I caught
her and held her up as she shook with her orgasm. She
came and she came and she came. As she came, I couldn’t
resist feeling her tits, pulling lightly on the pins
through her tits, teasing her tits with the pins stuck
right through them. And when her orgasm was over, she
collapsed to her knees on the cum stained floor, her
pinned tits heaving in the dim light.

And then it came through the giant hole. The anonymous
cock. It was big and it was beautiful. And it was
dripping pre-cum into our booth.

Then also through the giant hole came the anonymous
hands. They came into our booth and grabbed Samantha’s
hair, pulling her face towards the anonymous cock. The
hands strong grip on Samantha’s hair held her head in place
as the cock was thrust into her mouth. They held her
head steady, in front of the giant hole, as the cock
started to violently fuck her face.

Samantha just leaned forward towards the hole and took the
face fuck. As the cock pumped into her mouth over and
over again, the hands pulled her head more towards the
hole, eventually into it. Then her head disappeared
through the hole, getting face fucked violently in the
next booth from a guy that had just stuck pins through
her tits.

The scene was so overwhelming, I couldn’t resist. I
took my cock out and started to masturbate. I wanted to
cum all over Samantha’s naked shoulders, back and ass as
her head stuck through the hole, her face getting
fucked by an anonymous cock.

But as I stroked my cock, I heard the anonymous cock
start to cum. Samantha’s head stayed through the hole as I
heard the moans and groans of orgasm. Suddenly Samantha’s
head was thrust back through the hole, released from
the face fuck. She looked unbelievably sexy with hair
messed up, cum dripping out of her mouth and her
battered tits with pins sticking through them.

She turned to look at me and saw me pumping away at my
cock, getting close to cumming. Immediately she stood
up and kissed me, kissed me deeply with all the
anonymous cum in and around her mouth. She hadn’t
swallowed it all, and so her mouth was full of cum for
me to taste, for me to swallow. As we kissed, cum
swapping, I felt a hand join mine on my cock. Samantha and
I looked down and saw the anonymous hands pushing my
hand away, grabbing my hard cock and pulling it towards
the hole.

Samantha immediately pulled my pants and shorts down to my
ankles and pushed my ass towards the hole, pushed my
cock through the hole. Then those anonymous hands
reached around my ass, pulling my cock completely
through the hole into the darkness of the next booth.

Fearful, I didn’t know what to expect. But then I felt
my cock engulfed by what felt like the most wonderful
of all mouths in the world. I felt the most exquisite
sucking of my entire life. As my hips naturally
responded by fucking into the anonymous mouth, the
anonymous hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and started
playing with my asshole.

The combination of the fingers on and in my asshole
with the best blow job of my life was making me cum,
cum big time. Samantha gave me another cum-flavored kiss
and then she leaned against the wall where I could see
her play with the pins in her tits. That’s when I
exploded, exploded with the biggest orgasm of my life.

When it was over, I was too weak to move. As I leaned
against the wall, Samantha just stood next to me with a
smile, playing with the pins through her tits. Then she
took her dress off the door hook and put it on. The
thin material didn’t hide the pins stuck through her
tits. I pulled up my pants and zipped them up.

Samantha opened the door and we headed out of the booth
into the narrow hall. Many men were in the hall,
waiting, waiting to see the woman who had gone into the
booth with the giant hole. As Samantha brushed past them,
her pinned tits were proudly on display.

We left the store and got back into the car. As I
started to drive home, Samantha rolled down her window for
some fresh air. Then she undid the three buttons on her
dress and looked down at the pins in her tits.
Eventually her fingers started playing with the pins,
pulling on them, twisting them. As I drove, watching
her play with her pinned tits, I wondered what she
would let me do them.

Perhaps I could pull and twist those pins. Maybe even,
just maybe, I could unsnap them, pull them out and then
stick them back into her tits, stick them back in again
and again and again…

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