Though the hood muffled her hearing, she could still hear the loud laughter and talking of their friends on the other side of the door.
She bobbed her head back and forth on the unyielding rubber. When it pressed the back of her throat, she forced herself to relax the muscles there, to hold it in place. She gurgled wetly around the toy, drew back again.
She was standing in the little-used hallway that led to the laundry room on one end and the garage on the other. She wondered if he had locked the door he had affixed the dildo to. Their friends were familiar with the house, but what if they accidentally hit the door knob on their end…she couldn’t bear thinking about it.
She heard a man and a woman draw near the other side of the door, kicking up a conversation. She barely understood it, just kept working the cock in and out of her mouth. Her shoulders were strained behind her. She felt like she was exploding out of her skin.
She heard his voice draw near the couple. He was the host after all. She heard the man and woman ask about her. Where was he? He offered smooth excuses. He stayed there chatting with them easily, tempting her with his voice, the two of them alone knowing who was just outside the room. Hearing his voice made her even more frantic. She used the toy he provided to face fuck herself, let the toy prod the back of her throat repeatedly. Her cunt was wet and slippery inside the smooth latex. Empty and aching. She wished someone would open the door. She wished people would stare at her, whisper about her while she stumbled around the room in the blind bondage of the hood. She wished for people to see her, just exposed tits and her wet mouth, which he was in the process of training. She wished to service everyone inside her living room, to follow him on her knees as he held her leash. Wished for him to squeeze her breasts and offer them as playthings to people there, people she knew.
Her throat muscles convulsed around the cock as she shuttled it in and out. Tiny whimpers bubbled out. No one would hear it on the other side of the door.
