the dumbest dog you know

he doesn't let you.

he doesn't push it, but you notice changes. he doesn't filter himself around you as much anymore, punches your shoulder a little harder when he teases, puts you in a headlock far more often that he would a girl. he builds it up in subtle ways, like switching from your old name to a nickname, or maybe even your last name. he tells you to fight back harder in the moments you're laughing and wrestling each other.

"c'mon, man up! is that all you've got? nah, i know better!"

he doesn't care nearly as much about changing in front of you, and he tells you all of the dirty details he can think of. you're just boys, right? he'll make you see that.

wrestling and dumb jokes turn into late nights with smoke swirling, mentioning a porno he saw the other night that he's still thinking of now as you lie on your backs staring at the ceiling with the posters. nicknames and telling you to man up turns into palming at his cock and encouraging you to pull yours out. he won't accept your dumb excuse of not having one. this is what boys do.

It's a pretty sweet gig; you get paid a base fee and a bonus for every customer who uses you. All you have to do is put on the portal apparatus for the appropriate hole, and go about your day and wait for someone to take advantage of you from the other side. You can even turn off sections if you want to give one hole a rest, set limits through your account, everything.

Maybe you give it a try when you'll be home all day. You put on the panties, get everything set up, and set yourself as Available, then go about your day at home, doing chores or playing video games or watching TV. It takes a while for the first client to show up, but you get a notification and your panties vibrate, only for a slick cock to suddenly begin pressing into you.

It's so naughty, sitting on the couch alone in your house moaning and panting because someone miles away is pounding you, but it's such a thrill - even more when you can feel them cum inside you and you're left with seed dripping down your legs, and a little extra cash in your wallet.

You clean up a little, wobble your way to get a glass of water afterwards....only for another client to show up minutes later. You drink your water, bend over the kitchen counter, and let them have you, settling in for a day of intermittent poundings you can't (don't want to) stop.

But it only gets filthier as the day goes on. You go from enjoying a nice quick fuck on your couch to being doubled over the washing machine in the middle of doing laundry, desperately trying to hold yourself up, legs shaking and gut bulging over and over as someone plows you with a massive horse dildo, stretching your ass so wide it aches and rearranging your guts with every slam. You're a fucked out drooling mess, whining and squirming to find relief - but there's nothing you can do. You're at the mercy of the portal on the other side until you take the panties off on your own, and you just can't seem to convince yourself to...

Once it ramps up it doesn't seem to slow down. You end up on the floor, moaning and writhing as your ass is ruined, belly distending over and over. It lasts for what feels like hours and when they finally get their fill and pull it out, you're loose and gaping, just an exhausted heap on the laundry room floor, quivering every time you try to stand.

There's just enough of a break between users that you can stumble your way off to get another drink, almost delirious with exhaustion after maybe a dozen rounds so far. Just as you're getting your breath back, you feel another cock rubbing at your raw, stretched ass, and you consider taking the portal off......

And then you see the payment receipt for the last visitor.

And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!

You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...

Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.

All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...

Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.

You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...

How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.