by Penny Birch
‘No bra,’ Fishbaugh instructed. ‘I kind of like that look, and I’ll want to pull your tits out while you’re on the table.’
Nodding to him, I quickly pulled my top back on, then my jeans. I tossed my keys on top of my discarded white panties so that they wouldn’t spoil the line of my hips. As I pulled my shoes back on, Fishbaugh began to explain to Hudson the workings of the video camera and what he wanted.
‘You take over just as soon as I lube up her ass,’ he was saying, ‘and keep a good mix of close and wide. OK, hon, you’re on.’
I walked across to what I’d come to think of as the bum clinic, my tummy fluttering badly and my bumhole squeezing tight and loosening in dread at what was about to be done to me. Some of the plugs in the cupboard were huge, and there was every sort of dildo, including some bizarre device that apparently needed to be plugged into an electrical socket.
‘Start off in that chair,’ Fishbaugh instructed, ‘like you’re waiting for the doctor, and once we’re rolling, just do as you’re told. Only remember, you’ve come in to get your asshole stretched for your man, so no harm in enjoying yourself, but a bit of embarrassment is good. And when I ask a question, feed it back to me when you answer.’
‘OK,’ I promised, and sat down.
He turned the camera on, Jemima settled down to get a good angle on me, and it had begun.
‘Clothes off then,’ Fishbaugh announced. ‘Let’s see what Daddy gets to play with.’
It was a scripted line, no more, but it gave me a bit of a shock and sent the blood to my cheeks. Fishbaugh responded with a grin and a thumbs-up sign as I stood up. I knew he wanted to concentrate on my bum, so I turned my back on him, looking nervously over my shoulder as I undid my jeans and eased them down to show off my bright red panties.
I stripped as I would have done in a doctor’s surgery, except for making a point of sticking my bottom out towards the camera. I left my panties until last. I was about to take my top off when I remembered that Fishbaugh wanted to pull it up to show my tits while I was on the table. He gave me another thumbs-up for my hesitation, and I was left to peel off my knickers.
‘Stick it out for the camera,’ he ordered and I obeyed, putting my hands on my knees and thrusting my bottom out so that I was as round as possible behind, with my cheeks a little open to let my anus show.
‘Daddy is one lucky man,’ he said. ‘Now pull ’em wide and show the boys that tight little virgin corn-hole.’
I felt myself colour up again at his words, but dutifully spread my cheeks open to make a full display of my anus. He began to work the controls, first wide to get a full impression, then zooming in on my bumhole, obviously having decided that I was tight enough after all, then wide again, and a close-up once more to record the very real shame on my face. He was still recording as he spoke again.
‘So Daddy’s never had you up the cornhole?’
‘No,’ I answered, and hesitated, my face growing hotter still as I remembered what I was supposed to do. ‘No, Daddy’s never had me up my bum … up my cornhole.’
‘And no boys neither?’
‘No boys either. I … I’m virgin.’
Jemima was forced to stifle a giggle at my outrageous lie, raising my embarrassment so high that the pink flush spread to my chest.
‘How about a finger?’ Fishbaugh demanded. ‘You ever put a finger up your ass, just to see what it’s like? Or maybe you done it with a high-school friend? We all know you girls get dirty with each other sometimes.’
‘No,’ I replied. ‘I’ve never fingered my bottom … my ass, and I’ve never let a friend do it.’
‘So you’re a butthole virgin?’
‘Yes, I’m a butthole virgin.’
‘Not for long, honey child. Welcome to Dan Fishbaugh’s Butthole Beginners, where I stretch their assholes so you don’t have to. Up on the table, hon, and stick that butt up nice and high.’
He moved back a little as I climbed on to the table and knelt to lift my bottom to the camera. My cheeks were wide, showing everything, and my entire world had come to focus on the rude little hole between them, until Fishbaugh stepped close, to whip up my top and add the exposure of my breasts to my woes. He gave each a quick squeeze, cupped one in his hand and shook it to make it wobble for the camera.
‘Nice titties,’ he said. ‘I bet Daddy just loves those titties, only not so much as he loves that big ole butt, and now we’re going to teach you how to give him a real treat. Let’s stretch that cornhole!’
I gave an uneasy glance at the implements set out for penetrating me, wondering which ones he’d choose and praying he’d lubricate me properly first. It seemed likely. Fishbaugh had handed the video camera to Hudson and gone to the cupboard, where he made a great show of pulling on a pair of latex gloves before picking up a tub of lubricant big enough to serve a dozen gay men for a year. My bumhole had begun to open and close again as he stuck two fingers deep into the tub, pulling them out laden with a thick white grease.
‘High and wide, let’s see that cornhole,’ he ordered.
I was already as high and as wide as I could get, and I could imagine just how huge my bottom would look on the camera, which Hudson had brought in close. Fishbaugh stayed a little to one side, making sure Hudson had a good view, and slapped the lubricant between my cheeks. It was surprisingly cold and horribly slimy, making me gasp and grimace in turn, a grimace that grew stronger as one latex-covered finger was applied to my anus, rubbing the lubricant on to my ring in a spiral that ended at the central hole.
‘Here we go,’ Fishbaugh announced, ‘watch her get her ass penetrated for the first time in her life.’
As he spoke, he pushed, easing one slippery finger in up my bottom hole, all the way, until his knuckles were pressed to my ring. I’m quite soft and easy, and I barely felt it, but I gasped and whimpered anyway, and there was nothing fake about the sheer overwhelming shame of being filmed as the dirty old bastard slid his finger in and out of my rectum.
He took his time, making sure both Hudson and Jemima were able to record my supposedly virgin penetration in detail, and watch the cream squishing in and out around his finger. I thought he’d put a second in, maybe even try and fist me, but he was keen to take it slowly, pulling out after a moment and wiping his soiled finger on my bum. My hole closed, squeezing out a little worm of cream, which broke off and landed between my pussy lips, where he left it as he went back to the cupboard.
‘First up, beads,’ he said, and lifted a string of six bright yellow anal beads from a dish.
I forced myself to relax, thinking of all the times I’d played with my bottom hole or allowed playmates to be dirty with me, sticking all sorts of things in, from strap-ons and cocks to fruit and veg, often making me suck them afterwards or adding other humiliating refinements. It made little difference, because this time I had two cameras pointing at my bum and, more importantly, I was being paid. Again the word ‘whore’ began to ring in my head.
‘Up they go,’ Fishbaugh said as he eased the first bead in up my slippery anus.
The bead was a lot thicker than his finger, and I felt my ring spread and close, then again as the second one was put in. All six went up, one by one, until I could feel myself beginning to bulge inside. He put a finger through the ring on the end of the string and pulled gently, making my hole open around the last of the beads so that the yellow plastic would show in the slippery pink aperture. His hand found my pussy, one slippery knuckle rubbing between my lips, and I gasped as he began to masturbate me.
‘Say thank you to Dan,’ he demanded.
‘Thank you,’ I managed, my words a broken sob that ended in a little cry as he abruptly pulled the string.
I felt all six come out, popping free one after the other in quick succession, each one making me gasp again and leaving me shivering, with my bottom hole agape between my cheeks. He chuckled to see my reaction, took his knuckle away and slapped my right cheek as he spoke.
‘Hey, this is
supposed to be a treat for your daddy, not to get you off.’
‘But you touched me,’ I sighed.
He just laughed, and his wrinkled face was split into a huge grin as he went back to the cupboard. Obviously he was enjoying both my degradation and my helpless arousal, and with his beads and his rubbing it was no good denying the state I was in.
Dropping the beads into a jar of disinfectant, he again considered the implements on the shelf, this time selecting a cone-shaped butt plug, the widest part of which was easily as thick as any cock I’d ever taken up my bottom. I let my ring go loose as he came back behind me, my eyes shut and my breathing deep and even, a little scared as I felt the tip of the plug touch between my cheeks and my ring began to spread.
‘Push out,’ he instructed, ‘like you do when you’re on the can.’
I nearly told him I knew what I was doing, but managed to keep playing the innocent, whimpering faintly as my bumhole continued to stretch, gaping wide around the plug, only to close a little as he pulled back, stretch again, close and stretch, all the way this time as he eased the thickest part of it inside me, filling my rectum with hard plastic. He let go, allowing Hudson and Jemima to get shots of both my bottom and my face as I looked back in dizzy reaction to my plugging.
‘Good girl,’ he said. ‘Daddy’s going to love you when you get home, ain’t he just?’
My answer was a moan. He had me well and truly plugged, my ring straining even on the neck of the horrible thing, and it was all too easy to imagine how I’d look with the base sticking out of my over-stretched hole. I was still juicy from my fucking, but I’d begun to leak, the warm fluid dribbling down over my denuded pussy mound making it blatantly obvious that I was excited.
‘He’s going to fuck your ass night and day,’ Fishbaugh told me, ‘until you’re so loose you got to wear a diaper!’
He laughed at his own wit and slapped my bottom, leaving me kneeling there as he went back to the cupboard. I bit my lip as he selected a speculum, wondering just how far he intended to stretch me, and whether my poor bottom hole would ever be the same again.
‘Now we’re really going to see something,’ he remarked to the camera, and he was behind me once more, holding both the speculum and the curious black object with the wires coming out of the end.
‘Buttcam,’ he explained, seeing the puzzlement on my face. ‘With this little baby I get to take photos right up your tube.’
I grimaced. How anybody could find a picture of the interior of a girl’s rectum erotic was beyond me, but to have it done was undeniably humiliating, especially when it would be posted on the internet in conjunction with my face.
He’d taken hold of my plug, and I forced myself to relax once more, but he still had me gasping and clutching at the table as it was extracted from my anus. I stayed wide even with the plug out, and he stuck the end of the speculum up me before my bumhole could close. It felt cold and hard, but easy to take after the big plug, until he began to open it. I was gasping again in seconds, then whimpering and kicking my feet on the table as my bumhole opened wide and wider still, until I felt as if they’d have been able to drive the Winnebago up my bottom.
I knew they could see too, my rectum now an open pink tube into my body, held wide for my humiliation and their amusement, also for the amusement of any man who cared to pay a little to see. No doubt that would be plenty, and I wondered how many would masturbate over what was being done to me, tugging on their cocks as they imagined inserting themselves up my bottom. It would probably be more than I could ever have satisfied for real, and certainly more than I’d entertained up my bum across the years – total strangers too, enjoying me for a few miserable dollars or pounds or euros. They wouldn’t know I’d given the money to Jemima, and if they did they’d just think I was stupid for giving it away, because they’d know me for what I was, what I’d been made, a filthy, dirty little anal whore.
The word sent such a burst of shame to my head that I had to force myself not to reach back for my cunt and rub off then and there. My reaction must have shown too, because Fishbaugh gave a chuckle as he finally let go of the speculum, with my anus now stretched to what I was sure must have been the absolute limit. I looked back, shivering violently as he lifted the thick black buttcam, holding out the leads to Hudson and Jemima, both of whom quickly connected them to their cameras.
‘Let’s see what she’s like inside,’ Fishbaugh said, and inserted the camera into my anus.
I barely felt it, save for an odd, bloated feeling in my lower gut, but I knew it was there. Nor could I see much, but I could picture my rear view, now not merely with my bumhole held as wide as it would go, but with a set of leads protruding from me as if I myself was some piece of electrical equipment. I knew how I’d look too, my gut a wet pink tube, and I wondered how many men would be so perverted they’d actually come over the sight.
Fishbaugh left the camera up my bottom for what seemed an unnecessarily long time, until I realised that he was squeezing his cock through his trousers. He began to fondle me too, exploring my bottom and pussy and breasts with a casual, possessive intimacy, and after a while he pulled out his cock, now half stiff. I opened my mouth, knowing that was where he expected to put it.
‘Willing little piece of fluff, ain’t you?’ Fishbaugh said with a chuckle and fed his cock into my mouth.
I began to suck, thinking of how I’d look with the wires still sticking out of my bottom as he grew in my mouth, and of how I was sucking a man’s cock ready for my own bottom hole. It was an act I’ve always found deeply shameful, helping a man get erect so that he can bugger me, especially when I know the same cock might be going back in my mouth afterwards, and this time it was worse still. He was paying to sodomise me, and there I was, sucking on his cock to make him hard so it would go up my bottom.
He was groping my tits as I did it, and clearly needed all the stimulation he could get after his earlier orgasm. I’d got him hard, though, his cock a stiff, thick rod in my mouth. Not that he was in any hurry, feeding it in and out as he explored me, his fingers teasing my nipples as my feelings rose ever higher.
At last he pulled out, flourishing his erection at the camera to show what I’d done for him. Once more behind me, he took hold of the buttcam leads and drew it gently out of my bottom, but, instead of putting it into the waiting beaker of disinfectant, he offered it to my mouth, still plugged in.
‘Looks like you need to suck on something, honey child,’ he said, ‘and it’s always a laugh to get a look at your tonsils.’
I hesitated, looking up at him in what I hoped was disgust and accusation, but he wasn’t having any nonsense.
‘Get it in, you little whore,’ he ordered. ‘I ain’t paying you to be missish. Now suck.’
I opened up as he spoke, that awful word breaking what little will I had to resist. He pushed it into my mouth and I began to suck on it, shaking with humiliation as Hudson zoomed in on my face to focus on the end of the buttcam and the leads now sticking out of my mouth instead of my bumhole. Fishbaugh laughed to see my expression, gave a cluck of satisfaction before disconnecting the thing, then turned his attention back to my bottom. He was nursing his erect cock as he opened the lock on the speculum.
My bumhole went slack as the pressure was released, a shock so sudden I nearly swallowed the buttcam, but I’d only closed a little and my anus was still agape to the long cock I’d just readied for myself. He got behind me and I closed my eyes, almost overcome with shame.
‘Squat down a bit, hon,’ he ordered, and I obeyed, splaying my knees to stick my bottom out over the edge of the table, ready for buggering.
I felt his cock touch between my cheeks and then lower, rubbing between my pussy lips to send a spasm of pleasure through me. He put it in, fucking me briefly just to show off to the camera and let the world know what an easy little slut I was, before pulling it out and aiming higher. I felt his knob touch my slippery, gaping bumhole and slide in at the first push, penetrating me
anally as easily as any man had ever done, maybe more so, all the way, until his balls squashed against my empty cunt.
‘We have assfuck!’ he declared. ‘How’s it feel, honey child? Oh sure, you can’t answer, on account of how you’re sucking on the buttcam, but I reckon we all know she likes it, folks, and just to prove it, I’m going to make the little whore come.’
He began to pump into me, slowly at first, but gradually faster, his cock squelching in the well-lubricated cavity of my rectum, his balls slapping on my cunt lips but missing my clit. That didn’t matter. I was too high to stop myself, my hand snatching for my cunt even before he’d got his pace up properly.
I thought of what I’d had done to me, of how they’d made me a whore, how I’d been made to strip and show off my body, how I’d been made to denude my sex and give myself an enema, to handle cock and suck him into my mouth. How I’d been fucked and filmed with him working in my hole, how I’d been lubricated and stretched behind until my bumhole could have accommodated a marrow, how I’d been filmed internally and had the camera stuck in my mouth. How I was being buggered on film, and all for men I’d never met, men who’d laugh at me and wank over my degradation, men who’d spunk over the sight of my abused body, men who’d know me for exactly what I was, a whore, a dirty, disgusting, degraded little anal whore.
My bottom locked tight as I started to come, my bumhole squeezing on Fishbaugh’s cock as he rammed himself in and out. The buttcam slipped from my mouth and I was gasping in air and yelling.
‘Hard, deeper … bugger me, you filthy old bastard … bugger me, and when you spunk do it in my mouth … come on, you filthy pig, you bastard, bugger me and make me suck it, or spunk up my bum and make me suck you clean. That’s what you’d like to see, isn’t it, you perverts, you filthy dirty perverts! That’s the sort of thing you do to whores, isn’t it? Isn’t it? So do it to me, you bastard! Come on, bugger me … bugger me …’
