Dollhouse

At nineteen Portia was pretty experienced for her age. It had come naturally to her. Sex was an act of social expression. She simply loved people and she didn't discriminate socially or sexually. She fucked the chess captain and the third string quarterback alike - once at the same time. She had just hosted the second annual art club/cheerleading orgy and was hopeful her protégé would continue the tradition. By the time she left high school, Portia had a well-earned reputation for basically being down to fuck anytime, anywhere.

Portia had a put together appearance that bought her a lot of leeway for getting out of awkward situations. A side benefit of her buttoned up aesthetic were the country club inspired skirts, blouses and summer dresses. They provided quick access that pants simply wouldn't allow. Track and cheerleading had given her a textbook athlete's physique that some women spend their lives chasing. She had an earnest way about her that brought people in close - better to eat you with my dear - and a fierce intelligence that she used to dominate academically. Her parents spoiled her, but she was the rare exception that wielded Daddy's credit card responsibly and sparingly at that. By any standard, Portia lived a charmed life, albeit one that she worked hard to maintain.

College was everything she dreamed and more as she tackled new levels of responsibility while also seeking a level of sexual freedom that seemed impossible previously. Her parents were no prudes, but except a few "hold the moan" sessions she kept a wide berth between them and her sexcapades. Also, while she had gone to school within an hour of home, most of the people she now lived with were strangers to her from all over. There was little that Portia loved more than guiding someone inexperienced through some mind-blowing sex and her first year at school had provided dozens of such opportunities. She was majoring in engineering and found it fulfilling, but found it frustrating to find out she was the classic big fish from a small pond. Used to a level of privileged access and responsibility, Portia was dismayed to find there was an established social ecosystem on campus. She felt silly that it hadn't occurred to her that she couldn't simply move her accumulated social karma and status wherever she went, but it didn't make it any less frustrating to be iced out by senior classwomen who jealously guarded their stations. It had also occurred to Portia that people took everything more seriously in college. Clubs and boards weren't just playing at adult here - these were the tryouts for real opportunities. No longer would accolades be saved for the college apps. Now they were stowed away for the much vaunted resume. One advantage of less extracurricular responsibility was more time to focus on studies, but instead of enjoying a newfound lightness Portia found herself lamenting a newfound lack of purpose.

By her sophomore year, she began filling the time and fueling her passion for solo exploration, Portia began to develop a bit of a sex device addiction. Sex toy implies little things, soft and pink and they hum innocently until you squeak out a cute little orgasm. Portia was running a sex machine shop. She had found that many devices available for purchase online were missing underserved markets and Portia already saw her empire growing to fill that gap. She put her mathematics, engineering and google knowledge to work. The school had a fantastic engineering lab for students that gave her access to tools she wouldn't otherwise have had. However, supplies like latex and small motors, lithium batteries to say nothing of the materials for casting and hiring models. It was expensive work. Despite providing well for Portia's hobbies, this wasn't one that she felt comfortable putting on Daddy's card lest he begin asking questions about the nature of her obsession. Her significant birthday and Christmas savings was down to almost nothing with important breakthroughs in pumps per minute on the horizon. As Fall break approached, she hoped for the best on her Christmas cash haul and was excited to get home and set up in the garage to continue tinkering on her latest work.

Her parents wouldn't have minded coming to pick her up being so close by, but she didn't mind waiting in the queue that formed around time to go home for the holidays. Students would stop by and ask if anyone needed a lift in a particular direction in exchange for gas money, or snacks, or sometimes even just conversation. This was a way to earn some social clout in her new environment and with finals over, plus she just really needed to get fucked. Portia always made sure the driver got full service, but so far her favorite college experiences had been in the ride queue.

There had been five other students there with her, mostly freshmen but two upperclassmen as well. They, of course, offered her space on the single bench that was provided, practically tripping over themselves to get out of her way. She had worried that she might have drawn a crowd after her escapades last year - word tended to get around.

"Pretty cold out here, guys. Who wants to sit in my lap?" They all had a laugh over her easy way. No one approached and Portia cocked her head innocdetly to one side, smiling sweetly at a freshman. His hands audibly gripped the leather handle of his suitcase tighter.

"Come here, mister."

Her wrist rotated and her finger extended, beckoning him to her. She straightened her back against the bench, showing him she was serious by making room and then patting her leg. The 21-year-old was a bit scruffy looking. He hadn't been taught or couldn't be bothered to shave and a scraggly beard was forming a nest on his cheeks and most of his chin. His greasy blonde hair was matted down at the sides by the beanie that covered his scalp. When he walked over you could tell the hoodie he was wearing under another jacket hood a decent amount of bulk, weight gained in the time he'd spent in dorms without updating his wardrobe. He walked like a stutter, eyes darting and head ducking randomly like he was dodging jealous lasers fired from the eyes around him.

He had a good sixty pounds on Portia easily and was cautious as he lowered himself onto the spot she patted with her manicured hand. She anticipated his hesitance and grabbed him immediately once he started lowering himself. Her hand wrapped around the curve atop his right thigh and dug deep into the denim crevasse it formed with its twin. His legs clamped together a bashful display, but Portia was used to this. It was one of her favorite parts, in fact. Her fingers pressed deeper into space between his thighs and they spread out, grabbing.

"Please, can I play with your cock?"

She bit her lip and her eyes went a bit wide, taking him in with a reverence no one had ever bothered to appreciate him with - not even his own mother. Her fingers inched closer, wiggling against the fabric of his jeans pressed against her hand, tight but now wiggling and squirming while she burrowed closer to her goal. She pressed her other hand in behind it, the first now a wedge for further exploratory efforts. She recognized the look in his eyes, the panic of being prey. He just didn't know how good it felt to be devoured yet.

Portia's eyes fluttered as she did some squirming of her own into the seat. His weight condensed all of her lower bits, pressing the warmth and growing dampness against itself. She let out a soft moan and pivoted her hips on the bench. The cold metal of the slats kept her alert against the dreaminess that always took her over during these lust fugues. The rush of blood and other fluids only increased as her fingers hit paydirt. His eager cock had begun to seek her out, meeting her halfway and overshooting the line as it filled at her touch. Like a key in the latch, his deathgrip on her hands loosened and she felt the whole weight of him shift a bit as he relaxed. He hadn't noticed that everyone else was practically holding their breath right now.

Portia slid a finger behind his belt and pulled it free from the loop, then freed her other hand to undo the belt entirely. The other men had started to shift uncomfortably as their dicks grew in their pants. One was openly rubbing his cock from the outside and another was moving a hand suspiciously deep in his pockets. Portia saw what looked like a newcomer in the distance and it felt like someone turned the faucet to hot and cranked it as a rush of heat to her pussy made her gasp cutely. She undid his belt and slid a hand deep into his pants, her fingers seeking like a spider, warm prickling from her fingertips as she treaded down until she could grab it. Her palm wrapped the base from above and her fingers wrapped around making a "U", unable to get her whole hand in because the jeans were a size too small. It made his growing cock feel even bigger and warmer in her grab as she massaged her fingers over the chubby flesh of the shaft, working a thumb roughly over the head.

Unable to take it anymore, the man stood and pulled the jeans down, exposing himself to Portia and the rest of the collected hitchhikers. Portia moaned to herself in joy as she brought her hand back around his cock with a grin and laid back, letting her own posture relax further. Soon she felt her own legs being pried open, but not chiseled open like she had done. Her shapely thigh was grabbed from the inside and forcefully but precisely slid to expose her crotch more fully. She was shaken from her stupor by the heat on her leg and saw a freshman eyeing her like a slab of beef. He was literally licking his chops and she felt her breathing increase as her chest heaved in deep breaths of the crisp fall air, prickling the insides of her lungs. The cold bit her lips as she smiled when his curious fingers found the damp patch forming between her legs, the stretchy nylon of the yoga pants darkening. His middle and index finger applied pressure right between her clit and the entrance to her pussy and she ground her hips into his touch to spread the warmth to her most sensitive places. Portia reached her right hand out to search for the cock that belonged to the hand between her legs. A denim swell was forming where her hand surfed and she relished the contours with her thumb, biting her lip to pain. Her head was relaxed, hanging off the back of the bench and looking straight up and she rolled her head to her left. The Freshman was trying so hard to keep his eyes open to take in what was happening. A record to playback every night for the rest of his life, any time he needed to be rock hard at the drop of a dime - this would be his secret treasure. A favorite story among friends talking dirty. He would one day marry and try to have his wife re-enact this moment - and fail.

Unfortunately, Portia had been dutifully replenishing the lubrication on her hand, so the freshman would be lucky to get more than a blurry retelling - undoubtedly his imagination would fill in the rest. She liked when their legs gave out. She saw it as a sort of bingo card item during these sort of events and was enjoying the challenge of tracing every curve of the denim mound in her new friend's jeans at the same time. The playful digits massaging her pussy through leggings was a delicious bonus. The crotch of her leggings was pulled around in circles, spreading the dampness, cold against her skin. She saw one of the wallflowers was about to break and like clockwork he slid into home base. He kneeled in front of her, reached behind and grabbed her leggings, pulling down. She instinctively lifted herself off the bench, causing the friendly fingers to press hard on her clit and then slide down her cunt in a smooth motion. She shuddered and let out a tiny gasp that grew into guttural moan, like she was a horn being blown into. The leggings stuck to her pussy and made a soaking wet SMACK noise when they pulled free. Her pussy strung her juice like streamers until her pants her pulled off entirely, leaving a faint trail to her.

Her new friend - he was a mouth - had a fantastic tongue that eagerly went to work on the outside of her clit. She was so sensitive she wasn't sure she could have taken a direct lashing and she was grateful he had intuited that. Strands of her stuck to his face as he moved around her, tasting different parts, introducing himself. He lapped eagerly and her pussy flooded to drown him in her incredible wetness. She had let her guard down.

The freshman's cock swelled in her grasp and warmth sprayed over Portia's hand and face. She opened her mouth and a squeak came out, catching a stray from a second burst in her mouth and savoring it like a morsel. She ran her lips and tongue over one another, a tumble of wet lust.

A third, less impressive spurt caught Mouth Friend on the nose.

"Duu-" mouth friend began, but Portia's newly unemployed left hand reached around his head, grabbing the tangle of black hair and smothering him in her pussy. She tilted his head back before slamming him into her and his nose was breathing warmth right on her clit while his eyes searched hers frantically, mind absolutely blown. Another satisfied customer.

Her friend on the left was done beta testing denim condoms and couldn't even be bothered to undo his belt. He stood and oafishly tugged at his waist until he fell back down on the bench, his erect dick pulling them back up until Portia intervened.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mouth Friend," Portia winked at her stunned new pal. His eyes took the dewy lumpiness of a traumatized child as she de-coupled, her natural adhesive lingering in strings. Portia got on her bench sideways on her knees and grabbed her brutish friend's cock with one hand and the waist of his jeans with the other. His cock was massive, but only slightly above average in length. She pulled the jeans away and where he had been aggressively tugging the head was bright red and throbbing. Portia squeezed her legs together hard and felt her thighs and butt slip back and forth in the wetness pouring from her, inviting any potential new friends.

Her tongue was a salve over the head of The Brute's cock, swirling with expert grace as she worked her way down, seeing how much she could hold at once. It was less than she hoped and she coughed, choking and backed away, defeated but determined. She worked the meaty weight of it with her hands and salivated over it, catching her breath. Her hands were ripped from it as her arms were pulled behind her. An amazing sort of friend introduced itself. He was long and had a slight upward curve and as his tip parted her pussy lips it lingered for a moment. He grabbed her arms behind her back before his entire cock drove inside her, hard. She lost her breath in a great gasp and he used her arms to rock back away from her. He found a slow rhythm that found the curve of his cock riding masterfully along the edge of her pussy on the top and bottom, accentuated by their rocking in time with each other.

Portia kept trying to find her way to her brutish friend, but each thrust pulled her away and left her breathless. He finally lost his patience and grabbed her head like she had Mouth Friend. His hand was massive and wrapped around the back of her skull like her head was tailor made for his grasp. The feeling left her weak and her knees wobbled slightly as her mouth filled with the incredible heat of his throbbing cock. Because he was pushing her down onto it she easily exceeded her pitiful previous attempt and she felt lucky to be working with such considerate partners.

The Brute pulled Portia's head away as she coughed and moaned while her curvy friend found the perfect rhythm with her hips. The Brute held her head up like a trophy, directing her gaze. There were several newcomers now. Ones she hadn't even noticed approaching in her fervor. Some were touching themselves, some were about to start touching themselves and a few were... filming.

Portia noticed the glint off the black rectangle that was difficult to clock while she was being tugged back and forth, face buried in cock, pussy impaled by it. She felt the impossible length of her curvy friend somehow find new depths to plumb as she melted at the thought of being recorded this way. The idea of there being proof of her being this disgusting slut was such a turn on. The thought of her teachers hearing about it, watching it. Talking about it amongst themselves. Portia came.

"Oh, shit, she's fucking cumming!" One of the watchers breathed heavily and Portia heard another grunting. Feet stamped out of rhythm surrounding her as men staggered back, the trails of their spray fading into the porous cement.

"I wan -" she was cut off as she convulsed against the cock ramming into her pussy, curving out and leaving stars in her eyes.

"I want to cum with your cock in my mouth." She wheezed out with some effort.

Her chest heaving as her ass and pussy worked back double time into Curvy Friend and The Brute forced her head back onto his mammoth dick. Her mouth shook and she rocked against his grip as she let every moan of pleasure directly from her mouth into his cock. The vibrations ran through it and it wasn't long before he coated the back of her throat with his cum. There was so little room in her mouth with his cock that the cum was forced down her throat, greasing the way for him to delve even further. Portia loved a challenge and held it there as long as she could. She felt like they were both so deep now they could practically touch cocks and the thought made her eyes roll to the back of her head in dreamy pleasure. Cum splattered the side of her face as one of the newcomers graduated to featured player, his cock spurting several more times and hitting her hands and face again. She finally felt Curvy Friend release inside of her, spilling into her pussy a thick warmth that made her seize and shudder in short bursts, still cumming.

Portia had no problem finding a ride that year and had a fantastic time on the way home, as well. She was excited to get back to her projects.

Her mother and father were ecstatic to see her and relieved since they always worried she'd return home pregnant. She didn't broadcast her hobbies, but they weren't idiots. She made the rounds to meet and fuck with old friends who were also visiting and enjoyed being back home for a bit again. She would be home for a month and a half and decided to try checking the local ads for any cash she could try to bring in. It didn't take long to find a strange ad offering $500 for some blood, hair and saliva samples provided at a local lab. She'd done drug testing for athletic competitions there and knew it was legit, so it seemed like easy money. A few days later, she got a large packet in the mail. It offered an extra $1,000 for more samples - this time provided via enclosed vials. The instructions had her prick her finger with a sterile needle and she packed it all away wondering how they guaranteed a twenty-four hour response time.

So, when Portia woke up on a piece of felt sat atop what looked like a discarded piece of plywood, she wasn't happy. Portia turned to see one of the walls of the room was missing completely. It looked out into a hazy attic space. Long wood shapes shot in every direction into the shadows. Beams and floorboards and boxes and railings. The dim sun above her was actually a dim lightbulb, flickering and buzzing as it gently swayed. Portia also saw the giant. She just didn't want to acknowledge the giant. If she hadn't been paralyzed with fear then she would put her hands up to shield her eyes from seeing any part of it, even in periphery. With a hard swallow she allowed her watery gaze to drift to her left.

An ugly man in his late 20's was absolutely making love to his dick. His hand washed over his cock, his fingers in a flourish like he was doing a magic trick. That thing wasn't disappearing anywhere. His gaze was intent on something just to her left as he licked his lips and bit at them hungrily. Portia realized she was in a sort of play attic with a crawlspace between her and the room next door. She was tiny and inside a dollhouse. The rough bed, the smell, her senses were on fire and there was no denying she really was here and that really was a giant.