The Hole [MM] [anal] [blowjob] [used]

The belt started to irritate my wrist, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve been tied here for forty minutes already, and not even one caressing hand have found me. It was my first time in a dungeon like this. Tied up to a desk, with your lower half sticking out into the publicly accessible place. Decent pay. Not that I cared. The thrill of being used was enough. I never had a boyfriend, but my fantasies were getting out of control, and even though I was red as the Soviet flag when I arrived here, I quickly realized that the customers will not see my face.
But it’s been forty minutes. At least. Is my butt too ugly? I waxed the important areas. It’s not that there are no customers; five minutes after opening the first arrived and there has been constant moans since. There were twelve of us in service. A couple of my colleagues were in the same position in me; some were on the other side of a gloryhole. The “luckiest” were also on another side of two gloryholes, but not as receivers.

Most of them were twinks. I was the burliest. At first, I didn’t care much, but now it’s bugging me more and more. I was always conscious about my appearance; even though I am a bottom bitch, my looks gave off a dominant vibe. I’ve been fantasized about being used for long. Experimented with buttplugs, dildos, but nothing could be a good substitute for the original, I felt. I barely knew any gay men, and none of them was appealing to me. However, my curiosity slowly turned into a lustful desire. Even thinking about a man pinning me down gave me shivers. I couldn’t take it any longer without trying it out. That’s how I ended up here.

But now I had my doubts. I was starting to feel bad. We had an “emergency” button, and it was almost more tempting than the thought of getting rammed in the ass. I’ve been eyeing it for a minute. I felt a finger run across my shaft and balls. I was startled, might have even jumped a bit.

“What kind of a new, cute babe do we have hear?” – his voice was extremely deep, thundering. We were not supposed to communicate much with the customers – not that they wanted that.

“Yours.” – my voice was trembling.

He laughed and slapped my ass hard. My legs almost gave out as I let out a painful moan. I was immediately erect. He pulled my cock back, probably to take a look, like some product on a shelf. I knew this was the last shot; if he leaves me here after this, I won’t be able to take it anymore. A mild panic came upon me, but it didn’t last long – the feeling of cold lube between my cheeks soothed my mind. They gave a packet – along with a condom – for free for every customer. They weren’t optional, and after the first round, they could buy another pack.

His fingers toyed with my anus. I already had a taste of their thickness when he examined my dick, but I could only feel their true size now. “He must be a physical worker”, I thought to myself, “those fingers are thicker than some of the arms of the other guys.” I couldn’t even think it through completely, he pushed deep inside of me. A tear ran from my eye.

“Hmm, nice size and tightness.” – I smiled. I heard him undo his belt while he was fondling my balls and jerking me off. The ripping of condom packaging, I grabbed the edge of my table. I thought, maybe even hoped he’d enter me so vigorously as he did with his finger. He dragged the tip of his throbbing cock right between my cheeks. My heart was pounding more than ever. I think I was nowhere this excited when I lost my virginity to a girl.

Up and down, round and round. I was whimpering, aching for his junk. He was breathing heavily. I knew he wanted to push deep inside me as much as I did, but teasing me was more fun for him. He took a deep breath. This was it. I felt the pressure. It was light, steady. My anus started to give in and take him in. I felt the tip starting to enter. Another tear ran from my eye, however, I couldn’t help but moan. I had some decent sized dildos, but they were nowhere near him; also, they didn’t pulsate. It was a relief to notice that the tip was the thickest part. Not that the rest was significantly thinner. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed inside me until my cheeks hit his leg. He stayed there for a bit. After some slight movement around, he slapped my ass, which must have been bloody red by now, and I felt his strong hands engulf my hips.

He pulled out until only the head remained in me. He ventured deep again, a bit faster this time, and again, and again. He picked up a steady, slow pace. I was panting hard; the head of his cock hit my prostate exactly the right way every turn. I felt precum dripping from me. He must have noticed it too, as he reached around and massaged my aching erection. He was groaning and I swear I felt it in my asshole.

He pulled out suddenly. I didn’t feel him anywhere on me. He didn’t cum. What did I do wrong? Was I only good for a quick test run, a warmup? My muscles eased up, relaxed, unlike my mind. I was on the verge of tears when I felt fingers running across my testicles.

“Don’t think I forgot about you, babe.” Another cold splash between my cheeks. I wasn’t sure what he had in his head, but I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. Again, his tip pushed slowly in my hole, his hands on my hips. He took a deep breath. Like a battering ram, he thrusted hard. I lost my breath. He didn’t stop, pounding me hard, making me shiver, huge shimmering globs dropping from my cock. I felt his sweat dripping on my back. My nails tore into the faux leather cover on the table. He slowed down a bit, but it was clear why from his tightening grip. A few seconds later he slowed to an almost complete halt, and I felt him pulsating deep inside me.
He pulled out while my knees gave out and rested on the wall. I felt his hands on my inner thigh, pulling them apart. His back thumped on the wall. A tongue ran across my balls, the shaft, and ran a circle around the base of my tip. He was… pleasuring me? Not that I was experienced in a place like this, but this was definitely not standard procedure.

“You deserve a reward for that ass.” I wanted to thank him, but only a gasp left my mouth as he filled his with me. I felt his saliva run down on my sack as his mouth retreated to the head of my dick, slightly bobbing, working with his hand on my shaft. I couldn’t stand it for long. After half a minute, I was howling as I came. He gave my junk a slap or two, and he stood up. He was messing around with his pants, getting dressed. He had enough for today. I felt cold metal and paper on my back.

“Buy yourself something nice tonight, sweetheart, you deserve it.”

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Hey y’all. This is my second piece of written smut, but I hope y’all enjoy it. Comments are more than welcome :)

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