All My Holes Get Filled

A dizzying, electric pleasure tore me from the blackness.

A hot, wet pressure on my right nipple, sucking deep. A movement between my legs, a tongue—a fucking tongue!—dipping and swirling against a place that had never been touched.

“Wha—What are you doing?” I stuttered, but it came out as a moan… and something else entirely.

A coil of heat tightened low in my belly, my core throbbed. My back arched off the bed, a bed I didn’t recognize yet, my hips lifting off the sheet, chasing the friction, chasing the impossible pleasure.

“Oh god—”

The man between my legs growled, the vibration against my clit sending a shockwave up my spine. His hands clamped on my thighs, spreading me wider, and his tongue plunged deep, fucking me with it. The one on my breast released my nipple with a wet pop and bit down gently on the swell, his stubble scraping my sensitive skin.

The dual assault was too much. My mind spun.

“Is that… is that what I think it is?” I gasped.

“Cum, sweetheart,” someone hissed.

The coil snapped. My orgasm ripped through me, I moaned—no, screamed, bucking wildly against the man’s face. Waves of pleasure, strange and devastating, crashed over me, leaving me trembling and slick. When I recovered reality seeped back in.

A flash hit me: I’d been crossing the road when a truck… and now I was here. Naked, in someone else’s bed.

“Who… who are you?” I cried, my voice a ragged whisper. I tried to scramble back, but the man between my legs lifted his head, his chin glistening with me.

“Why did you… kidnap me? I’d fucking call the cops on you, you psycho!”

“Cut! Daisy.” A voice snapped. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?”

I froze. Recording? People watching? Something here was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.

“You hit people, lock them up in this damn place, and have them taken advantage of,” I yelled.

Everyone looked at me like I’d lost it, until I heard a sick laughter. “She got me there for a second,” a voice muttered.

“Please I beg you, I promise I won’t press any charges for the hit-and-run. Just let me go…I’m a virgin.”

The man at my breast smirked, dark eyes glinting. “Daisy… new role-play? Could’ve told us it was your kink.” He had dark eyes and a tattoo of a serpent curling around his neck.

“If you, a famous p**n actress, were a virgin, I’m a fucking priest,” chuckled the man from between my legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was bulkier, with a shaved head and a silver ring through his eyebrow.

“Let us pleasure your sweet little cunt, baby. It’s what we’re paid for.”

“You’re mistaken!” I sobbed, shaking my head. “You all are the crazy ones. Who the fuck is Daisy.”

Then I saw the mirror.

A full-length mirror leaned against the far wall, reflecting the bed, the tangled sheets, and the naked woman sprawled across them.

For a moment my mind refused to understand what I was seeing.

The woman in the reflection had wild dark hair spilling over her shoulders, a silver hoop through her nose, and tattoos winding across her arms and ribs. Her body was nothing like mine—fuller, younger, striking in a way I had never been. Her breasts were huge, heavy and full with dark, pebbled nipples.

My breath caught in my throat.

When she moved, I moved.

A cold realization spread through me as I stared at the stranger in the glass.

That woman… was me.

No—no, no, no! Who the fuck is that?” My voice cracked.

Silence.

“You performed surgery on me…what did you do?” I whispered.

“Daisy, don’t think being popular makes you untouchable, if you fail to shoot this scene, you’d refund the $7000. Think twice.” I heard someone say.

The man at my chest chuckled, hands roaming.“Sweetheart… I know you smoked a lot earlier, but you’re Daisy now. Sweet p**n star Daisy.”

His hands squeezed one breast hard, as his other hand snaked between my legs, two fingers sliding effortlessly into my soaked, ruined opening.

I gasped, my body betraying me with a fresh pulse of liquid heat. “And you’re about to be even more famous. My favorite fuck toy.”

“Director, let’s begin,” the bulkier man said.

Before I could process it, the second man shifted. I saw the thick, veined length of his cock, ruddy and glistening at the tip. He didn’t ask. He simply grasped my jaw, his thumb pressing into my cheek.

“Open up, superstar. Time for your close-up.”

He pushed the broad head past my lips, and my mind screamed NO but my mouth… my mouth opened on a choked gag that quickly turned to a strained hum. The taste of salt and skin flooded my senses.

I was Jane, a simple homeroom teacher, not Daisy. I didn’t have this great figure, I wore glasses, earned peanuts. I remembered getting hit, people gathering around me, thick smell of blood and the faint sound of ambulance. Then darkness.. and now…

Oh god.

The man at my pussy began fingering me in earnest, curling his fingers, scissoring them.

“Fuck, she’s tight as hell. And soaking. You liking this, Daisy? You like pretending being a virgin slut?”

I couldn’t answer, my mouth stuffed full, my throat working. A traitorous, shameful part of me was liking it. The fullness, the stretch, the sheer attention. My hips began to move in tiny, involuntary circles against his hand. He chuckled.

“That’s it. There’s a good girl. Now, let’s get these pretty tits in the game.” He leaned down and took my other nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

A thin, white stream shot from the nipple he was suckling, hitting his chin.

He pulled back, startled, then grinned wickedly. “Well, look at that. The little virgin’s fucking lactating. Must be so horny.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Liar.”

Men never looked at me this way before, I only had older men approach me. I was thirty five but this woman looked no more than twenty four.

“You’re soaking, ready for my cock whore,” the man who had been sucking my boobs said.

Humiliation burned me, but it was doused by a fresh, overwhelming surge of need. My breasts felt heavier, achingly full, and the sight of my own milk… it sent a jolt of pure, carnal electricity straight to my clit. I moaned as the cock entered my mouth again, the sound desperate.

“Fuck yeah,” the man at my chest muttered, licking the milk from his lips before attaching his mouth to me again, drinking greedily.

More milk leaked out of my breasts.

“She’s fucking dripping everywhere,” the bald man grunted, pumping his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but my hands, which had been pushing weakly at his hips, now clutched at them.

A new voice, bored and authoritative, cut through the room. “Cut! Daisy, sweetheart, what the fuck? You’re supposed to be deep-throating him, not giving him a fucking teethy hand-job. And get on your knees. We’re blocking for DP. You know the drill.”

Just how many people were watching me? Why wasn’t i stopping this. Was this body controlling me.

I was released, coughing, strings of saliva and pre-cum connecting my lips to the bald man’s shaft. A thin, older man with a headset stood a few feet away, arms crossed. I heard someone call him director, guess that was who he was.

The two men on the bed didn’t stop. They manhandled me onto my hands and knees. The position felt obscenely vulnerable. My heavy, milk-leaking breasts swung beneath me, and I knew they could see everything—my slick, puffy lips, my clenched rear hole.

“I… I don’t…It’s my first time—” I stammered.

“She’s really leaning into this virgin thing today, huh?” the tattooed man said, positioning himself behind me.

I felt the blunt, hot pressure of his cockhead nudging against my entrance. “It’s fucking hot. Look at her, trembling.”

“No…it’s my first time,” I panicked. “I swear, I’m not lying.”

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled. “Daisy you take roughy twenty cocks every week.”

I shook my head in horror. Was she really that bold. I never had a cock before, I heard first time hurts. Had I really become a p**n actress.

The bald man knelt in front of me, slapping his thick cock against my flushed cheek. “Open. And this time, suck. Like you mean it. Like your life depends on my cum.”

The man behind me didn’t wait. He gripped my hips and, in one brutal, burning thrust, buried himself to the depth inside my cunt.

I screamed but instead of pain I felt a sweet sensation. Was this how pleasurable sex felt.

“Fuuuck,” he hissed, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “That’s the famous Daisy cunt. Like a wet, hot fist.”

The stretch was unbearable. It was perfect. My mind shattered. The dying Jane was gone. In her place was Daisy, a vessel for sin.

I began to suck the cock in my mouth in time with the thrusts pounding into me from behind, my tongue swirling, my throat relaxing. Milk dripped from my nipples onto the sheets below in a steady rhythm.

The bald man groaned, tangling a hand in my hair. “Yeah, just like that. You’re a natural-born cocksucker, you fucking whore.”

The man behind me increased his pace, his balls slapping against my clit with every drive.

The dual sensations, the vulgar praise, the ache in my full breasts—it was building a terrifying pressure inside me. My moans became constant, muffled gurgles. I couldn’t control the shameful sounds.

“I’m… I’m gonna…” the bald man grunted.

The director’s voice came again, calm. “Hold it. We need the money shot together. Jax, you ready to fill her other hole?”

“Born ready,” growled the man behind me—Jax.

Before I could understand, I felt a cold, slick finger circle my tight, untouched anus.

No, the butt wasn’t meant for sex, it was dirty, sinful.

“No…don’t…don’t defile my asshole,” I whimpered.

“Shhh, baby,” Jax murmured, his voice hot in my ear. “Just the tip. Gonna make you feel so full.”

I shook my head frantically but I was ignored.

The finger pressed in, a slow, burning intrusion. But alongside the burn was a dark, deep thrill.

“Now,” the director commanded. Jax removed his finger. I felt the head of his cock, slick with lube and my own juices, replace it, pressing against that forbidden pucker.

The bald man continued fucking my pussy, as I felt that familiar coil building up again.

“Cum for us, you virgin slut,” Jax growled.

Jax’s thick cock invaded my ass with a slow, excruciating, complete stretch, filling me impossibly, while his partner pulled out and shoved his cock in my mouth as it erupted in my mouth with hot, salty spurts.

I felt dirty, unclean, but shamelessly enjoying everything.

“Harder,” I cried. Shocked at the words I never believed I would ever utter in this life.

Jax obliged, his thrusts deeper as the bald man fingers proceeded to work my cunt. My body detonated.

A gush of fluid, not just from my cunt but from somewhere deep inside, shot out of me, soaking Jax’s cock and thighs, splattering the sheets beneath us with a transparent flood.

I urintated, my vision whitening, my cunt and ass clamping down on the cocks filling them in rhythmic, milking spasms. My breasts released a final, strong stream of milk, adding to the mess.

“I couldn’t hold it,” I stuttered, ashamed.

“That wasn’t urine but squirt,” Jax said, still thrusting hard.

I heard Jax roar, his hips stuttering as he emptied his own release deep into my bowels, a hot flood joining the chaos inside me.

I collapsed forward, a broken, sobbing, sated mess, pinned between them, feeling their seed and my own juices leak from me. I couldn’t understand what just happened or who I was, but worst of all I let it happen.

The director’s voice cut through the haze of my climax. “And… cut! Good. Print that. Daisy, babe, the crying at the end? A bit much. But the squirting… fucking gold.”