Stories of tit torture

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Jean, 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.

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Jean 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 Stories of tit torture 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. We hurried towards the door and went inside. As Jean 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 Stories of tit torture as she d 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. Jean 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.

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. She walked in. I followed and shut the door. As Jean 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. 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. We were doing it. We had come to the adult book store, found a booth with glory holes, and Jean was getting felt up by an anonymous hand. Soon the other hand and arm came through the second upper hole and now Jean was enjoying having her tits played with by two anonymous hands.

She was very excited.

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She had sensitive tits and always loved any sex play they received, but this scene transcended everything she had experienced before. Jean 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. As the hands moved down her shoulders they pushed the dress straps off. I caught it and held it low as Jean 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.

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I hung up her dress on a hook on the booth door as the hands came up to her tits again and cupped them. She let out another, louder and longer, moan. This inspired the hands to start really working those tits of hers. 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. Apparently the hands had pinched her, pinched her hard.

Jean was looking at me, rubbing her nipples to sooth them. Would Jean put her clothes back on and we would leave Stories of tit torture a lesson learned? Or what would she want to do? Then, unexpectedly, the hands snapped their fingers. The sound and gesture shocked Jean. The hands were impatient? They wanted her tits back? They wanted to inflict more pain? Jean 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? Jean 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.

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The hands went to work, went to work fast and hard. But this time Jean 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, Jean still stood her ground. Even as the pinch turned violent, causing Jean to gasp Stories of tit torture grimace, she still stood her ground, taking the pain. But when the pinch became a vicious tug down and up and then down again, Jean cried out and jerked herself free once again, panting, her red, swollen tits heaving in the dim light of the booth.

This time the hands grabbed her nipples and pulled them forward, towards 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. And there Jean stood, waiting, waiting with her tits through the holes, ready to accept whatever the violent hands would do to them. Jean 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.

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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. Jean was determined to take whatever the hands gave out.

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And then her tits were in deep torture again. Jean 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.

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 Jean jumped back, taking her tits out of the holes, retreating to the safety of our booth.

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