Pleasure Chest - Chapter Two | Commission: stargate1990

As Love entered the dungeons in search of the friends she arrived with, they were certainly frequent visitors, Dylan could hear the change in her environment. From what was relative silence soon became a cacophony of pained screams and orgasmic moans; the crack of a whip, the smack of the palm of someone’s hand against sensitive skin, they had it all here. It was muffled slightly but Dylan could still hear, what had his friends gotten him into? Was a lapdance too much to ask?

Spotting her friends, Love hurried over towards where they were congregated. Her vaginal walls stroked her captive titillatingly with each long stride she took, causing her to have to stifle her moans as she approached the group of scantily clad, if not naked, girls. “Hey”, she said, greeting them with a smile.

The girls cut off their conversation and turned to face Love, all curious about what she had been to collect. “Come on then, what were you on the waiting list for so long for?” one of them asked, her eyes shining with interest. Remaining silent for now, Love simply gestured for them to follow her.

As the large group of girls made their way to a more secluded area, Love provided context, “I’ve been waiting for a very particular match but Pleasure Chest has struggled to attract anyone that fits my interests. Finally someone arrived today…”

The girls all looked at her in shock upon hearing that her match had come. “Well?! Where is he?!” one of her friends asked, the rest of them all eager to know also. Love laughed at the girls, she enjoyed teasing them with tidbits of information but never quite giving them what they wanted.

Reaching their destination, she climbed onto a sex chair as the girls huddled around it. She lightly lifted her skirt and lay it against her stomach, displaying her bare vagina for all to see. The girls, confused yet interested, continued to stare into their friend’s crotch, waiting for something but not knowing what. Having paused for effect, Love finally spoke, “The first box was total domination, I wanted someone who would sign themselves over to me completely until I decided to let them go”. The girls all swooned at the concept, all of them very eager to meet this mystery man and subject him to their sadistic whims.

“I’m more than willing to share him”, Love explained whilst parting her vaginal lips. “The second box… Was shrinking”, she said simply as she began to tighten her core muscles. The group of girls took a moment to process what she had said as they stood dumbfounded, watching as she flexed her kegel muscles. Suddenly, a tiny man began to edge his way out of her vagina as she pushed him as best she could.

The girls all gasped in shock and delight. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing as the tiny man coughed on their friend’s pussy juices in a heaving pile on the sex chair, his puny form barely inches from the darkened skin of her pucker. 

One of the girls, known in the Pleasure Chest now as Hate after having chosen the name to tease Love, squinted at the tiny man. She felt she recognised him… It couldn’t be, could it? Never allowing her eyes to leave the wheezing tiny, she asked Love if she could use him first. 

Love sat up to engage her friend more personally, the girls all laughed as her asshole fell directly on top of the panting man and pinned him firmly between it and the sex chair. She smiled at her friend’s request, introducing her friends to this world and sharing her man amongst them were some of the best parts of being here so she didn’t mind. “Sure, Love!” she replied, reaching down and sliding her fingers under and past her vagina to pluck him from against her asshole. 

Dylan squirmed desperately as Love’s prying fingers plucked him up into the air. Standing up, Love passed by her friends in order to reach Hate at the back. Dylan was still wiping her juices from his eyes, totally unable to make out what was going on other than that he was being passed around in some way. 

Hate took him from Love carefully and thanked her. “I’ll see you girls later!” she declared simply, turning to head elsewhere with her new toy. Rubbing her friend’s juices slightly off of him, she couldn’t believe who it was. 

Dylan, thankful for the removal of Love’s juices from his face, looked up at his rescuer. His heart sank as he recognised who it was. Any other person and he’d have at least a slither of hope, however he and his sister had never seen eye to eye. She was always bullying him and trying to hurt him, he wasn’t shocked that she’d frequent a place like this.  “Melanie, please let me go! I didn’t even tick those boxes, there was a mistake!” he begged.

Hate paid him no attention as she headed across the dark, tall-ceiling dungeon. As she crossed the room, she saw the boy she had so often fucked in here, Ryan, stood in a group with his friends; his huge cock swung like a wrecking ball as he bantered with them. Hate licked her lips anticipatedly at the sight as she approached him.

Sneakily, she reached behind her back with Dylan in hand and moved it down slightly, rubbing his body against her soft ass flesh. With her spare hand, she carefully parted her thick cheeks and slowly inserted her brother between them until his tiny body was pressed against her asshole. For good measure, she pressed him against it firmly until he was like a bug on a windshield. Satisfied with where she held him, she released her immense cheeks and they bounced into their natural resting place; crushing Dylan on all sides as they did.

“Rod!” she exclaimed as she approached the tall twenty one year old, he turned to face her in response. They kept eye contact, in spite of the gorgeous sights before each of them. Hugging each other tightly to greet, they felt their intimate regions lightly touching; causing their lust towards each other to increase even more.

“Hey! Mel… I mean Hate!” he said, almost accidentally referring to her by her real name and blushing because of it. “I brought your brother with us but we haven’t seen him yet. How do you feel about him being here? Is it weird at all?” Rod asked, curious about the whereabouts of their group’s birthday boy.

Hate clenched her plump cheeks on her brother teasingly as she spoke, “Nah, I haven’t seen him. Fingers crossed I don’t!”. The two of them laughed. Dylan, hearing all of this, decided to bite into the sensitive flesh that was her asshole in front of him. 

Hate yelped at the sharp pain on her asshole as the little fucker bit her. She was not happy. Bill gave her a puzzled look as she yelped, she simply played it as if she briefly had cramp in her leg. The two of them continued their exchange as normal. Subtly, Hate moved her hand behind her and slipped it between her cheeks.

With her index finger pointed, she dug in deep until she met her brother squirming against her asshole. Showing him no mercy now, she pressed into the back of his head extremely hard and felt her sphincter engulf it easily. Satisfied with their new agreement, Hate pulled her hand out from between her cheeks as if nothing had happened. With her cheeks clasped back together, nobody would even tell where he was.

“So do you wanna go find some place quiet?” Rod asked, nudging his head over to one of the private rooms. Hate smirked flirtatiously, grabbing Rod’s broad shoulders tightly and pulling his naked form with hers towards the nearest private room.

The couple fell through the door and into the room, unable to keep their hands or lips off of each other as they did. Hate kept her cheeks clamped together tightly throughout their tussle, not wanting to let her brother escape. Rod pushed her further into the room strongly and shut the door behind him. His tall, masculine body towered over her as she fell into the sex chair in the centre of the room and looked back him giggling.

The force of his sister landing heavily in the chair stunned Dylan and launched him deeper into her ass, he thrashed his legs against her cheeks as best he could as they were the only part of his body left outside of her stinking, dank cesspit. The pressure of her powerful sphincter forced her elasticated flesh heavily against his head and body.

Rod was directly above her now, Hate lifted herself towards him and grabbed onto his arms - pulling him down on top of her. The two of them engaged in a passionate bout of kissing, taking the time to caress each other’s perfectly contrasting forms. The feeling of Dylan in her asshole only served to amplify the pleasure Hate was experiencing, she was going to struggle to share him around her friends.

Hate moaned out as Rod’s strong, wide hands gripped her ample breasts and massaged them sensually. She reached down between their toned bodies, gripping his already-erect, massive rod with her contrastingly tiny right hand and began to tug it as if milking a cow. Rod produced a low moan in response, his mind completely void of the outside world and definitely not thinking about the friend he had brought here.

Their shared kisses were more impassioned and frequent as the sexual tension continued to build up between them; with Hate sopping wet and Rod almost painfully hard and begging to enter her. She pushed his chest up until he was sitting upright on the tip of the seat and she followed him up to a position on all fours in front of him.

Moving her gaze to his throbbing member, she inched forward and wrapped her plump lips around his tip. He moaned slightly at the touch, she felt his penis harden even further as her moist tongue traced circles around his tip. Continuing to move forward, she slowly engulfed more of his girthy cock until it bulged in her throat. With her eyes watering and saliva dripping out the sides of her mouth, she allowed herself some respite as she slid it back out.

As quick as she had released his length, she sucked it back in and continued to gently tickle his tip with her tongue in the meanwhile. She repeated this motion, constantly incrementing her pace until they were in a near-orgasm inducing and rhythmic blowjob. Rod’s moans were bassy and loud as Hate pumped her mouth repeatedly over his erect penis. 

Ready to fuck, Hate cut the blow job short and rotated her body in the sex chair until she was hunched over the top of it and presenting her beautifully round ass to Rod. She wiggled it enticingly, causing Rod to admire it no longer and approach her feminine form. He gripped her waist as he climbed back onto the sex chair behind her.

Keeping his left hand on her hip, Rod used his right to guide his huge penis towards her vagina. Dylan could feel the air around his legs as her cheeks were spread wide, exposing him to the outside world. With only a tiny bit of force, Rod’s entire length was easily swallowed by Hate’s soaking pussy. She masterfully pushed back against it, grinding on his penis with the fluidity of a belly dancer. 

The heat in Hate’s asshole was immense, combined with the constant bouncing and rocking, and the loud moans only muffled by Hate’s ass flesh tightly coiled around his head. It didn’t take long for Rod to get into full throttle, the two of them panted and moaned loudly as the muscular man pounded Hate’s tight pussy with all his strength.

Hate was in a state of intense bliss as the almost too large penis smashed into her, slamming into the back wall of her vagina with each repeating pump. Dylan was ready to vomit, not only from the smell but the constant rocking. He could make out somewhat what was going on, he was thankful for their hole of choice.

As the two lovers slowed in a peaceful pause, they allowed each other to catch their breaths. Rod was thankful for their break, he needed some time to calm down so he didn’t ejaculate too soon - he didn’t want this to end before the perfect moment. With both their genitals sensitive to even the slightest touch, their bodies jolted with zaps of pleasure as Rod slowly pulled his throbbing penis out from her slick cavern.

Hate wiggled her ass again in no time, hoping to entice him in. Rod looked down at her peach and, with both hands, gripped her supple flesh. Spreading her cheeks as wide as they’d go, he peered down at her tight asshole. To his surprise, sticking out of Hate’s asshole were the legs of a tiny man. “Erm… Hate, do you know there’s a little guy back here?” Rod asked, confused.

Peering back at him and grinning deviously, she simply replied, “So?”