Pumped

When he lifted my blindfold and put the mirror between my legs, I was astounded. I didn’t recognize myself, I felt like a science experiment. My lips were puffy, twice their normal size, the skin pink and shiny with my dripping juices. They looked like two greased hotdogs ready for the grill. I instinctually moved my hand to touch myself, forgetting that I was restrained.

“I’ve made my own little sex doll,” he noted nonchalantly, his eyes welded to my grotesquely modified cunt.

It was as if he’d created me, shaped me into a perfect vessel for his cock, for his pleasure. My slick swollen lips would caress his shaft as my hungry canal gripped him, squeezing and holding him inside. Every brush of his pubic hair against my big sensitive cunt lips would have me gasping as he plundered into me. My tender clit, brought forth from its little hiding spot by his experimental contraption, would pulse and throb with each grunting thrust. He made me want him even more, his own horny little sex slut ready and wanting to be used.

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I lay on the bed blindfolded, spread wide and secured. He took his time with me, playing with each part of my body like he was writing a symphony across my skin. Pleasure, then pain, hard then soft. Gently and forcefully. I was riding right along with him, grunting and moaning, screaming and sighing, responding to his touch just as he wanted. My lungs provided the soundtrack to the motion of his hands. I didn’t need to see to know that his face was locked in concentration, a sadistic glint in his eye as he tortured me, perhaps even an evil smile as he toyed with his prey.

I was beyond coherent thought when he put it against my bare cunt, a hard plastic cup that enclosed my clit and hole from the cool air of the bedroom. I heard the whoosh of air, swish-swoosh-hiss, and felt a pulling. My head lifted off the bed, and my mouth opened to protest, but then the vibrations started and a wail of pain and pleasure escaped my lips as my head fell back towards the pillows.

I felt opened up, like my muscles were voluntarily widening with each pump of air, like he was extracting moisture from the deepest parts of my canal, lubricating every part of me. I wanted something inside me, to squish against my walls and pound that sweet spot deep inside me. I could feel every nerve alighting, ready to be stroked with sweet friction.

He released the air, and I hissed my own through my teeth. I could feel him inspecting me, his fingers pinching and poking at my lips, smearing my juices up to my clit and around my sensitive labia. I wanted him to fuck me, but I dare not ask. This sex toy was instructed to remain silent, take what was given to her, and enjoy the show in which she was the star. I felt him press the plastic cup against me again, and the science experiment was repeated for ultimate results.

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“Look how big your cunt is, toy!”

His lubed fingers played at my entrance as I bucked and moaned in my bonds. The feathery touches against my tenderized meat made my eyes roll back in my head. He put one finger inside me, his thumb at my clit, then two, then three.

“Think I cold put my whole fist in here? You’re usually so tight, but you’re opening up for me tonight, greedy slut.”

I grunted as he put a fourth inside. I wanted it all, I wanted to feel his hand squirming inside me, alive and moving, stretching me and filling me. I heard the snap of his camera. Knowing that he was documenting my debasement as my puffy, hungry cunt swallowed his huge hand drove me over the edge. The black behind my eyes burst with stars, white splashes like monochromatic paint splatter, and my toes curled into tiny fists. His fingers fought against the violent convulsions of my opening, a fluttering pulse that filled my body with sweet sensation.

“What a good toy you are. Now I’m going to turn you over and fill that swollen cunt with my cock.”

Yes, this toy was pumped and primed for more.