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Only three buttons on top kept the dress on her. She examined the entire range of magazines: gay cocks slapping against each other, lesbian pussy on display, shemales ejaculating, tit whipping, group sex… the whole range available in the store. Then, unexpectedly, the hands snapped their fingers. She had lots of tan shoulder and arm exposed, lots of sexy leg. We hurried towards the door and went inside.

Jean continued looking through the mags, browsing with all the men, getting their attention. She let out another, louder and longer, moan. She stood directly in front of those holes and watched the anonymous hand come to her right tit. Jean stood there vulnerable and waiting, her tits stuck through the holes and at the mercy of the anonymous hands.

It was a sexy picture. She wore a short dress that was low cut, showing off her firm tits. The men never took their eyes off her.

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Soon the other hand and arm came through the second upper hole and now Jean was enjoying having her tits played with by two anonymous hands. Jean was looking at me, rubbing her nipples to sooth them.

As Jean peered through the holes to see if anyone was in the adjacent booths, I pumped tokens into the video machine. But when the pinch became a vicious tug down and up and then down again, Jean cried out and jerked herself free once again, panting, her red, swollen tits heaving in the dim light of the booth.

Whoever was in the booth with the giant hole did not hesitate. She had sensitive tits and always loved any sex play they received, but this scene transcended everything she had experienced before. Jean looked at me with a combination of apprehension and sheer sex.

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We had come to the adult book store, found a booth with glory holes, and Jean was getting felt up by an anonymous hand. But still she stood her ground, tits still through the holes, still at the mercy of the torturous hands, waiting. This inspired the hands to start really working those tits of hers.

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As Jean went amongst the many men looking at magazines on racks, I bought a ton of video booth tokens, hoping for the best. They wanted to inflict more pain?

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Even as the pinch turned violent, causing Jean to gasp and grimace, she still stood her ground, taking the pain. She looked at me as the hand started playing with her tit, teasing it, exciting it. For months now, she had raised the occasional question, the probing inquiry. But she also wondered what she might do in there, wondered what might be done to her in there. She walked in. Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about it for some time now.

She looked down at them, wondering what would be next. Her body was pressed up flat against the cum-stained wall as her tits protruded into the mystery of the next booth. The hands went to work, went to work fast and hard.

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She stood her ground as the hands squeezed and pulled at her. But now we were here, parked, ready to go inside. Several men had followed us and were waiting to see which booth she would select.

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She looked down at the floor and saw the cum stains. I followed and shut the door. When I walked towards her, I saw the men staring at her, looking at her body, wondering why she was there.

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And why not? As she stood in the parking lot, she looked around to see if anyone was there who might recognize her. Up came a video of a woman fucking a very young girl while another young girl watched. Then, when Tit torture sex stories hands held her nipples in a long, hard pinch, Jean still stood her ground. Immediately the hands went to work, even more roughly than before.

Would Jean put her clothes back on and we would leave with a lesson learned? We were doing it. When she saw me, she showed me a picture of two very young girls, hardly any tits at all, kissing each other deeply. As the hands moved down her shoulders they pushed the dress straps off. And now she was letting herself out of the car. And there Jean stood, waiting, waiting with her tits through the holes, ready to accept whatever the violent hands would do to them. When she opened the door to a booth near the middle of the hall, she stopped dead.

It could be removed in an instant. We headed down the back hall towards the private booths. And then all was still and quiet. She had heard about glory holes, especially as they were used by the gay community for anonymous oral sex. She seemed not to notice them as she d through an issue of Barely Legal. Underneath she wore, at my suggestion, nothing. The sound and gesture shocked Jean.

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On one wall there was the usual arrangement of two or three holes at cock level. Her sandals made her legs look so tan, so naked.

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I hung up her dress on a hook on the booth door as the hands came up to her tits again and cupped them. She opened the door of one and saw multiple holes in both side walls. I caught it and held it low as Jean stepped out of it, naked now but for her sandals.

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Instead, though, the hands found those three buttons on her dress and quickly undid them. We immediately heard the doors open on both adjacent booths. She looked at me as the tit play got wilder and rougher. Jean was dressed for the event. Jean had taken the pain and then, only with limited hesitation, had put her tits right back into those hands, apparently seeking more of the same. Or what would she want to do? Then the thumbs and fingers were holding her nipples in a light pinch. Then, amazingly, she stepped forward and slowly put her tits back into those anonymous rough hands.

And then she cried out in pain, excruciating pain.

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This time the hands grabbed her nipples and pulled them forward, towards the holes. She kept her legs a bit open, open and in front of that giant hole. She was very excited. But this time Jean stood her ground as the hands roughed up her tits.

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Something had happened alright, something violent to one of her tits. She even stood her ground as one hand held her left tit in a squeeze, her nipple sticking out as the other hand slapped it back and forth. She took it all, spreading her legs a bit wider, her cunt opening up in front of the giant hole below, getting wet.

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Then she proceeded to move down the hall, opening each door and inspecting the holes, evaluating the best opportunity for anonymous sex. She stood her ground as the hands slapped her tits and then pinched her nipples. She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, what went on in there, what might happen if we went in there. Jean gasped with pleasure and kept her tits pointing straight at the hands, hoping for more of where that came from. She suddenly cried out again, even louder, something having happened to her other tit.

They wanted her tits back? Apparently the hands had pinched her, pinched her hard. The hands were impatient?

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