Imagine a future where portals are a common thing, so you get one to have fun with a long distance fuck friend.
All it takes is a little sting and now there's a cute, faintly glowing tattoo on your pubic mound and all he needs to do is put in a code into his fleshlight and he can fuck you whenever you want, regardless of the miles between you.
It feels so fucking good. After all these years of planning and waiting you can feel his cock stretching you open with a simple text message.
Soon you make a habit of it. You learn how to stay composed, how to stifle your moans and keep your eyes from rolling back even when he's pounding against your cervix.
And then you get complacent, or make a mistake, or just get plain unlucky.
The access code.
It doesn't matter how it leaked now. A careless click, a corporate leak, a targeted hack. You don't even know it happened until...
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You double over, your knuckles going white wrapped around a railing of the office stairway.
Someone just entered you in a single stroke.
A broken moan slips past your lips and your eyes go wide in panic, as your twitching pussy struggles to adjust to it.
Your mind is racing as you grab your phone. It can't be him, he'd never...
The sensation nearly sends your phone flying from your hand. The cock inside you suddenly sliding out only to slam back against your cervix, sending a knee-buckling mixture of pain and pleasure up your spine.
It's too much to bear, even for you, there is no way you can hide what's happening if someone comes this way.
With your heartbeat punding in your ears you hobble into the restroom, barely closing the door behind you when your legs give out.
The stranger's relentless, you barely manage to keep your spasming body upright as the room fills with your moans.
And then, as suddenly as it started, it ends. A few last frantic strokes bruising your insides and a flood of warmth, pumping inside you with each throb of his cock.
You collapse panting on the floor. This is bad. Really bad.
You've read the fine print when you were getting tattooed. Once installed, the portal's there for good. And the fees for changing the codes are astronomical.
You barely manage to stand up when another cock sends you back to the floor.
Fuck, it's a different one, you're sure of it.
By the time you make it home your pussy is on fire and your legs are drenched in cum of a dozen or so strangers.
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There is nothing you can do to stop them.
Some are small, some make you scream when they push inside. Some pound you mercilessly, sending you to the floor in spasms, while others don't even last a second after entering you. Sometimes you get a breather, a few minutes, even an hour of peace, while other times it feels like the fleshlight is getting passed around at an orgy, cock after cock fucking you for hours on end.
And you've learned to live with it. Mostly. The constant pleasure that first overwhelmed you now dulled the edge like a fine glass of wine. A constant pink buzz enveloping your mind in a soft blanket.
You've saved up the cash, you could change the code at any moment.
But then you think of how much you'd miss the feeling of being constantly filled. Of your panties being constantly soaked with their cum. Of the thrill when a particularly well endowed stranger sends you over the edge for the n-th time this day.
And you decide to give it just one more day.
Wrote this thinking about you, if you like it I'll post it on my blog too 😌
