Jackin the Box

She took my money, and led me to a room. With a bed, a chair, and door on the side. “Just don’t take off the box.” #Anonymous

I couldn’t believe she found a boy whore at first. Then, she sent me videos, and while it wasn’t exactly what I wanted for my first time.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I want to be safe, and the fact that he can’t see me neither is a big plus, in case he sees me later. I don’t know how I would deal with that, if I ran into him on the street, and we recognized each other.

Apparently, he’s into it, and while it’s a pretty weird fetish, I guess any fetish is weird if you’re not into it. I heard him bumping around in the closet, and giggled. “You can come out,” then covered my mouth when he started jiggling the doorknob.

I was so excited I didn’t know what to do but when the door opened. I found myself jumping up and down, squealing with glee! “Wow, you’re even bigger, and stronger then you look in the videos!”

I guess because the cameras are so high, I looked for them in the corners, but really all I saw was dark holes between the walls, and the ceilings. “I don’t know what to do. I know, whatever I want, but I want to try so many things, can I untie your hands?”

He nodded, and bumped the box over his shoulders.

“Are you gagged in there? Never mind, just. Turn around, and hold still.” It’s like Simon Says, only I don’t have to say Simon Says. He’ll do whatever I want, except take off the box, but everything else is outside the box.

Really, I don’t know what I want to do first. “There uh. Turn around, can you see what I’m wearing?” I held out the bottom of my dress, and turned around. “Huh, take off my dress. MHN!” I bit back a dirty little grin, but I felt his pantleg, and up to his crotch while he unbuttoned the back of my dress. “Unhook my bra too, when you get to it. No hurry.” But it was curled up, around one side of his balls, and I didn’t want to say anything, but it felt smaller than I expected from the video.

Until it started growing, straightening out, and sticking up when I adjusted it in his pants. “Huh!” It was such a relief when my bra straps relaxed. “Feel my tits,” he stopped unbuttoning the next button, and moved up to slip it off of my shoulders. Down my arms, and around them to feel for the soft handfuls. Cup, and lift them, squeeze them lightly, and brush my nipples with his fingertips. Up, and down, like a washboard.

“Huh, feel my butt on your penis. Bend your legs a little, and spread them to hump my butt.” I had to pull up the back to bare my underwear. “Huh, stop before you blow it. I don’t want you to blow it too early, but dear god, it’s a monster! Rub it, rub it in harder, but don’t cum. Don’t waste it until I’m satisfied, I want to get my money’s worth.”

You whore. Funny, how that word is like, you hear it and you instantly imagine one of those dirty street hookers in thigh high boots, fishnets, and miniskirts. Their bras showing, and maybe a little jacket to keep their arms warm, but they can spread wide open to show off the goods leaning over the windows of cars pulling up.

“You like it, huh? Yeah, you love it whore. Don’t you, yeah you’re a good whore, you love it. Stop. Get on the bed, and lie down. Open your pants, and get it out. Huh!” I had to pull off my dress to slip my arms out of the bra straps, then I stood there feeling my waistband. I looked over at the desk next to the chair, and the box of rubbers. Unopened, and a bottle of lube with the seal still sealed over the cap, in case we need it.

“I have a boyfriend,” I confessed. “Don’t touch it. Just, sit on your hands or something, and listen.” With the box flat behind his shoulders, I could see that he wore a mask under it. Maybe a gag under that, but I’m not sure whether I should go any further taking off my underwear. “He has no idea that I’m here, but he’s Christian, and I’m a virgin. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but if he had any idea what I’m doing, he’d never speak to me. I’d never see him again, and.”

I shook my head, “That’s just why I’m nervous, I guess.” They don’t have a word for this. The kind of woman that pays men for sex, and this was no boy. This was a man! I can’t kiss him, and it’s probably better that way, but can I really go all the way? It’s not the size of the member, of course he’s big. The biggest thing I ever seen outside of porno, and even those are the size does matter big guy, and little girl ones, I probably shouldn’t be watching.

“Huh, I’m not, Christian. I mean, I’m not really, I don’t know if I believe in heaven, and hell any more, and even if I did. Oh.” He’s going soft, so I shook my head, and just shut up. Forced myself to step forward, and touch his leg again. Feel up to his open pants, and pick it up. “God, I’d go to hell for this. I’m jailbait, I guess. You like jailbait? Yeah, I bet it’d be worth it to go to jail, for statutory rape.” Prostitution… “Oh fuck it.”

No, not literally. Not yet, but I didn’t think to say suck it until after I had my mouth full. “Oom smup! Puh luh!” I licked it all over, and rubbed it all over my face, leaving my cheeks, and nose all shiny with my spit. “Ooh, you shaved your balls, good.” I went down, and pulled them out, because I could lick, and suck those too without worrying about getting hair in my mouth.

“Uh, can you help me?” I had to stop, and pull his pants down. He put his feet up, and pushed off the bed, so I could pull them down. “No underwear? How do you keep the zipper from rubbing your hardon, when it gets hard, or puling your pubes? Oh.” I just realized he can’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. “You like that, huh? It hurts, but you like pain, don’t you?” He nodded hard enough to beat the box with the back of his head.

“Mh hm!” He is gagged!

“I’ll hurt you then.” I smacked his bare leg. “Like that, or harder?”

“Hrdw! Uhn!”

“There! Harder?”

“Umhn!”

“Ow!” I hurt my hand. “Huh! God your legs are hard, and muscular, and strong. God you’re so huge. Hot, and muscular all over. Too bad you can’t stop me.” I jumped on, giggling, and getting into it. “Give me you hands, right here.” I put them on my chest. “You like that? Huh!” Humping him hard. “Take it, yeah take it like a man you whore. Uh!” I couldn’t do anything but slap his arms, and chest. “Huh uhn nuh fuch huh? AHFUCK!”

I couldn’t believe it! He didn’t even touch me, dick to slot. I still had the panties in the way, and I never got off dry humping before, but then again. I never got to beat up a man while I was humping him, and calling him names. “Now, uh! Huh,” Still out of breath, I scooted it back, and pulled it up hard. “Cum now, come all over yourself, damnit I told you to CUM! NOW! CUM NOW!”

“MHN! SNH HM!”

“Huh, fuck uh. Uhluh! Luh!” I just got down, and started licking it up, as fast as it came out, and even got some on my chin. It kept cumming, and some of it hit my chin. His rippling tummy kept sucking in, and puffing out, so it was hard to catch with my tongue, but some of it got wiped up by my tits. “Oh!” I fell over, and hugged him. “Oh, man. You’re so good. God you’re so good, and your cum is so yummy.” I licked my lips, and just kissed his hairy nipple on a whim. “Smp?” Stuck my tongue out, and swirled it around, to wrap the hairs around his nipple, then I smelled his sweat. His armpit, and pulled his arm up to stick my nose in there.

“Snhuh! So sweaty, and dirty too. I told you not to cum until I’m satisfied!” I hit him again, “You think that was enough to satisfy me?” At least with the box up, I could see his chin when he shook his head. “I’ll show you fag. Bend over. Get up, and bend over the bed.” I went over to the desk, and pulled open the drawers. “I bet there’s a paddle, or belt in here to teach you a lesson. Huh?” I pulled out a belt, but then it swing around, and I saw the pink butt plug sticking out the back.

“You want to get fucked?” I looked over at the rubbers, and the box of lube. “Huh, you want to get fucked up the ass don’t you?”

“No, Orange.”

“What?”

“Orange, stop. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that.” He sat up, and pulled down his mask.

“Why not?”

“You don’t know how, and you can do serious damage with that. I could die if it goes septic.”

“I could kill you with this? I could literally fuck you to death?” With this?

“If you’re not careful.”

“Oh.” Now I really need to get one of these. “Sorry, you okay?”

“Huh, yeah. You satisfied?”

“Oh yeah, and I really have have a lot to think about.”

“Well, if you’re serious about wanting to fuck me, my wife can show you how.”

“Oh, how much does that cost?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. She handles the money too.”

“Okay.” I pulled my dress back on, and just crumpled up my bra. “You mind buttoning me up before I go?”

“Of course.”

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Denouement (HW Talk Skip)

“Holy shit,” he came in from the shower. “Who was that girl?”

“I don’t know,” Rena, or Serena. “Just some girl off the internet.”

“How old is she?”

“Young, too young to record it.”

He kissed me. I felt the fresh scratch marks on his chest. “You watched it, though?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t hit record.” Found the indents of a bite mark on his shoulder.

“Well, where did you find her?” He brushed my hand off, and rubbed it himself.

“Some BDSM site, she was asking questions. You know, the FAQs.”

“Yeah, I know the FAQs, but I think she’s a natural.”

“You know there’s no such thing as a natural Dominant.”

“No,” he turned back, and grinned, “But she’s a natural Sadist. Of course, she’s going to need training. Someone to show her the ropes. How much did she pay?”

“The full deluxe price.” She really got to him. He never asks about money, he doesn’t even want to know about the money. (Technically, it’s Pornography, not prostitution, but you can call him a Whore all you want.)

“So, she can afford lessons.”

“You think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to let her go after that. She might hurt someone else, and I don’t want that.”

“You’re not jealous. Seriously?”

“Not as long as she doesn’t hurt anyone else, but me.”

“She made you say it.” Not the safe word, but it’s like red light/green light. Orange is a step above yellow, he’s never said red. Even I never pushed him past yellow.

“Huh! that forced orgasm though.” He shook his head. “She might kill someone. Did you see her face when I told her that I could die from it?”

“No, but I heard her.” The way she said it. “She might not kill some One.”

“No, of course not. If she ever starts, she won’t stop.”

“I don’t want her to kill you though!”

“Then teach her, to control herself. Obviously, she’s been so sexually suppressed that she had to control herself. You see how hesitant she was to touch me?”

“You’re right, but I still don’t want to risk losing you.”

“I trust you.”

“I know.”

“Think about it, then?”

“Okay, I will.” Honestly, he’s right. She could be out there right now looking for another victim, and my husband isn’t a victim, but he plays one so well that she couldn’t possibly tell the difference. Not in her state.

She just tasted blood. Literally, and I can’t help licking my lips. My fingers to see if there was any from the fresh scratches. “Huh, of course. You’re right.”

It’s not that I don’t trust her, I don’t know her, and I doubt that anyone truly does.

I don’t trust him, because he wants it. I’m proud of him, because he found the courage to stop her, before she fucked him to death.

Of course, I can’t tell him that. He can’t take a compliment. “You better let me dress those wounds.”

“You want to put on the nurse’s outfit?”

“Which one?”

“The PVC one.”

“Sure.”

“Danny?” He opened up the closet, and looked back, shooting his hip, “Or Danielle?”

“Danielle.” I know he’s just aching to be fucked after that.

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