Felicia Grafal Flores watched television. It was a sexy show about a woman who was in a love triangle with a clone and a robot while fighting an evil corporation. The woman was currently tied up and getting threatened by women in suits. Despite the danger, the woman was clearly aroused by her interrogators. The suit women appeared to feel the same. Could the heroine seduce both women into letting her go?
The show cut to a commercial for the Delight Channel. Felicia sighed and turned the television off. It was her favorite show but she wasn’t feeling it today. For that matter, she wasn’t feeling much of anything.
It was this damn coronavirus. The global pandemic ravaged the world and the best way to fight it was to stay home and wait it out. That was fine a month ago, when Felicia had grand plans to bake bread, catch up on smutty shows and maybe paint the bedroom but now Felicia was tired of bread, the bedroom remained unpainted and television was beginning to bore her.
Felicia thought about her husband, Emil. When the self-isolation orders came down, they spent the first week fucking each other’s brains out. That slowed down to once a day and now once every other day. The sex was still good, but it just wasn’t the same without the stories Felicia used to tell.
Emil was down in the basement, working on something secret. He asked her not to come down until it was ready. Felicia wondered if his story of working on something was just an excuse to spend some time alone for a few hours. If that was the case, she didn’t blame him. Truth be told, she had enjoyed the time alone at first but now she had that some restless urge to go somewhere new.
The basement door opened. Emil poked his head out. “Gato, come here please.”
Gato was Emil’s pet name for Felicia and she knew something was up. Maybe he really was working on something. Excitement tingled between Felicia’s thighs. She wished that she was wearing something sexier than her yoga pants and pink t-shirt but it was too late for now.
“What is it, Perro?” Felicia said. She stood up and walked to the basement door.
Emil came up the stairs and held the door open for her. He licked his lips as he looked at her in her frumpy clothes. “You should go see for yourself. Come back up when you are done.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” Felicia said. “I’ve been to the basement hundreds of times. It has to be some place new.”
Emil put his hand to his chest in an act of faux-shock. “Pardon me, my love. I didn’t realize you were too busy today to give this a try. By all means, please return to your TV and your baking.”
“You have a point there,” Felicia said. “Okay, but don’t get too disappointed if it doesn’t work.”
“How can I be disappointed when I am stuck in a house with a beautiful wife?”
“Go take a shower,” she told him as she headed down the stairs.
“Be safe!” Emil said as he closed the door.
Felicia descended the steps. There was a blue curtain covering the foot of the stairs. It was the ugly one Emil’s mother gave them for Christmas. They only broke it out when she came to visit for Christmas.
She reached the curtain and pulled it aside. Instead of the open basement, there was a short corridor with white sheets for the walls. The sheets were nailed to the roof of the basement. At the end of the makeshift corridor was another pair of old curtains.
Felicia smiled. This was clever. She had her doubts that it would work, but she admired Emil’s creativity. The least she could do was give it a try.
Through the curtains was another corridor of sheets going to the left and right. Felicia recognized the striped sheets. They were hand-me downs from her sister’s family. To the right was an old beach towel and to the left was another old white sheet, stretched out to form half a door.
“We should really donate this stuff,” Felicia thought to herself. If they had enough old stuff to make a maze, they were overdue to a trip to the charity store.
Felicia went left and through the sheet. The bright light hurt her eyes. She was in a hallway with white walls. The wall to her left had the words, “NINETY-THREE” written in giant letters. The hallway continued and then split to the left and the right.
The sheet was still behind Felicia, though it looked a bit cleaner than she remembered. She was tempted to peek and make sure her basement was still there but she resisted. Once you enter somewhere new, sometimes it only took one step to return home.
Felicia walked down the corridor. There was a poster to the right.
Felicia kept walking. There was another poster further down. It was a hand clamped over a man’s mouth. The man’s eyes bulged in fear. Above his face was a warning.
“Loose Lips Sink Homes!”
Felicia didn’t like this. There was an air of danger to this place. New places had never harmed Felicia, but there was always a first time. Maybe she shouldn’t have tried this so close to her home. It would be safer to go back now.
Two women walked into the intersection. There were dressed in short sparkly tunics that barely covered their asses. The tall woman was as dark as night with a bald head while the short woman was the palest woman Felicia had ever seen with short white hair. They paused at the intersection and looked at Felicia. Both of them beckoned to her.
Felicia walked over to them. She almost said something but stopped herself.
Once they saw that Felicia was coming, they walked down the corridor. They didn’t wait for Felicia to catch up so she didn’t hurry. It also let her catch a view of their lovely asses as the tunics kept riding up.
There was another poster. It showed a short cartoon. In the first panel, a woman was walking and whistling. On the second panel, there was a crack in the wall beside the whistling woman. In the third panel, there was a hole in the wall and a tombstone on the ground.
Felicia frowned at the poster. She looked back towards the sheet still stretched across the hallway. Then she looked back at the women and their cute buttocks peeking out from the hem of their tunics.
The women stopped at a door. It was only a few meters away. The door opened and went in.
Felicia walked quickly to the door. There was no knob but the door slid open on its own. Felicia noticed that it didn’t make a sound.
There was a line of people going into another door. The two women that Felicia had been following got in line. Felicia joined the line and waited for the women to greet her.
The short one turned to Felicia. She made a series of gestures towards Felicia. It looked like sign language, but quicker than any signing Felicia had ever seen.
Felicia shrugged and shook her head.
The short woman looked at her sadly and nodded. Felicia had the impression that woman pitied her.
The line moved quickly. A man stood at the door. He wore green coveralls from neck to foot. The man reached into a bin and handed something to the next in line. The person took the object and then walked through the door.
Soon it was Felicia’s turn. The man reached into the pin and then handed her the object. It was a round black ball with straps. It was a ball gag!
Felicia took the gag. This wasn’t her first ball gag. There was something stamped on the front of the ball. It was a white bat.
The man motioned Felicia through the door. She nodded and moved on towards another self-opening door.
A large room was on the other side. Men and women mingled silently. Some wore the sparkly tunics while others had overalls of different colors. Some women wore expensive looking gowns while some of the men wore flowing robes. A surprising number of people wore simple clothes that resembled Felicia’s own outfit of yoga pants and t-shirt.
Each and every one of them wore their gag.
Felicia put hers on. The ball was a little too big but she forced it in place. Her teeth bit into something a little like rubber. She wrapped the straps around her head. It clasped in place, and then the straps tightened on their own. Felicia was alarmed at first but the constriction was a perfect fit.
A man walked up to her. He had a fuzzy red beard and wore a robe made of deep green colors. There was a rose on his gag. He looked at Felicia’s gag and his shoulders slumped. Before Felicia could do anything, the man walked away.
Felicia wasn’t sure what that was about. A tall pale woman with no hair came up to Felicia. She squinted at Felicia’s ball gag and shook her head. There was a yellow fish on her gag.
Some people had paired up and were undressing. Felicia watched with envy. The couple were diverse in their combinations. A handsome man tugged on the cock of a filthy looking man. The pale woman that Felicia had followed her was getting her ass grabbed by a man in a robe. Two women were fondling each other through their tunics.
A woman approached Felicia. She was one of the pale ones. Her hair was longer than the others, a flowing white cascade of curls that touched her shoulders. A sparkling tunic barely contained her large breasts.
A white bat, the twin of Felicia’s, was on the woman’s ball gag.
The woman smiled as much as the gag allowed. She signed something that Felicia didn’t understand. The woman didn’t wait for a response. She pulled Felicia into an embrace. Her plump breasts pressed against Felicia’s own generous mounds. The woman’s hands moved down to Felicia’s ass and grabbed firm handfuls.
Felicia giggled. It had been too long since a stranger squeezed her butt. She nuzzled the woman’s neck, pushing her way through white hair that smelled like daisies. The gag prevented her from kissing the woman’s skin, though the woman did moan as Felicia rubbed her ball gag against the woman’s shoulder.
The light in the room flickered. The woman broke the embrace. There was excitement in her pink eyes. She took Felicia by the hand and pulled her to the side.
Sections of the floor opened up. Curious pieces of furniture rose up from the ground. Some of the furniture were simple platforms with cushioned edges, while others were more complex with seats, pulleys and attachments that looked like cocks.
The pale woman led Felicia to one of the stranger pieces. It was two seats opposing each other, connected by a beam that shifted back and forth. A double-ended phallus was balanced on a rod between the two seats. It was clear that the people sitting were meant to share the phallus.
People began to undress. Felicia watched as the pale woman pulled her tunic up and over her head. The paleness of her skin extended to her areoles which were nearly invisible. A sheen of white fuzz covered the woman’s sex lips. A tattoo of a something that looked like a circuit board was on her right thigh.
Felicia stripped as well. The pale woman watched hungrily as Felicia peeled off her t-shirt to reveal her heavy brown tits. Felicia shimmied out of her yoga pants to reveal her white panties. The panties were already damp. Felicia pulled her underwear down to expose her own dark hairy bush.
The pale woman took Felicia’s hand and helped her sit in a chair. The seat was plastic but surprisingly warm. The woman spread Felicia’s legs and showed her were to place her feet. When Felicia was in place, the woman pulled the phallus towards Felicia’s sex. She guided the thick pseudo-cock to Felicia’s pussy and pushed it in.
The phallus was warm. Felicia moaned as the dildo slipped in. She looked around for something to hold onto but the seats lacked armrests.
The pale woman climbed into the seat opposite Felicia. She slipped her right leg over Felicia’s left and placed her left over Felicia’s right. The seats moved closer together through some unknown mechanism until the two women were face to face. The pale woman guided the other end of the dildo to her sex. The phallus extended towards the woman. Felicia felt her end of the dildo pull back but thanks to the extension, it didn’t leave her pussy.
Felicia reached for the woman’s large pale breasts. Her thumb rolled over a tiny nipple. With her other hand, she cupped the pale woman’s other breast and lifted. The heavy weight felt lovely in her hand.
The pale woman leaned into Felicia’s touch. The seats shifted and the dildo slid deeper into Felicia. As Felicia shuddered, the woman flexed her legs and the seat moved forward. The dildo pulled back inside Felicia.
Felicia understood. She flexed and pulled with her legs. The seat slid forward and the dildo pushed inside of her with ease. A flex of her legs and the dildo pulled back.
The gag muted Felica’s moans.
Together, the two women worked together to rock back and forth. The dildo slid between them, fucking them both un unison. As the dildo pushed inside Felicia, the other end withdrew from the pale woman’s pussy. When the dildo withdrew from Felicia’s wet sex, the other end plunged inside the pale woman. It was a miracle of engineering.
The other people in the room were engaged in similar activities. Two men fucked a box from both ends. A woman humped a man strapped to a swing. A pair of women shared a dildo similar to what Felicia was experiencing except the dildo went into their ass.
Not a single moan was heard. The squishy sounds of sex were broken by the occasional squeak of a seat or the staining of a strap. It was as quiet as a church.
The pale woman touched Felicia’s pussy with her fingertips. A slender thumb pressed against Felicia’s lips. It rubbed up and down as the dildo pumped in and out.
Felicia bit down on the gag. She ignored the lovely dildo and focused on the woman’s grinding touch. After weeks in her house, she was desperate for the touch of someone who wasn’t her husband.
A warm feeling washed over Felicia as she thought of her husband. What would he do if he was here right now? He would probably suck on one of her tits as she humped the other woman. His hand would be on her thigh so he could feel every flex as she slid back and forth. Or maybe he would strip off Felicia’s gag and make sure she didn’t talk by stuffing his cock down her throat?
The pale woman moved faster. The seats picked up speed and the dildo hammered Felicia’s pussy. There was a glaze to the pink eyes in front of Felicia. Drool fell from the woman’s gagged lips.
Felicia matched the pale woman’s speed. There was the most exercise her legs had performed in weeks. She held onto the woman’s milk-white breasts for support. Her fingernails bit into the soft flesh.
The pale woman locked eyes with Felicia. Her shoulders shook with involuntary shudders. She let go of Felicia’s pussy lips and shifted her grip to Felicia’s breasts. Her pale fingers sunk into brown mounds.
Together they held onto each other as the fucked. Harder and faster the seats shifted. The sound of the dildo ramming their sexes grew louder. They raced towards their pleasure.
Felicia came first. Bliss exploded between her thighs. She cried out and the gag turned her scream into a muffled hum.
The pale woman kept going. Felicia screamed again as the dildo fucked her sensitive pussy. Unable to think, Felicia squeezed harder with her hands around the woman’s pale tits.
A few thrusts later, the pale woman came. She came to a sudden stop and her knees cinched together. Spasms ran down her legs. her eyes clenched shut as her fingers slowly let go of Felicia’s breasts.
They sat together in exhausted bliss.
The lights flickered from red, to blue to green.
The pale woman pulled the dildo from her body. It was coated in her juices. Felicia did the same and then they untangled their legs from one another. The pale woman stood up first and helped Felicia dismount.
The rest of the room was disengaging as well. There was a quiet efficiency that impressed Felicia. They had done this before. No one lingered.
The pale woman signed something quick to Felicia. Red handprints decorated her pale breasts. Before Felicia could respond, the woman grabbed her clothes and walked away.
Lines were forming at the doors that were now open. Few people bothered to get dressed. Felicia picked up her clothes and walked to the exit that she thought she came in on. She joined the line on unsteady legs.
People removed their gags when they reached the door. A box had been set aside to collect them. When Felicia dropped her gag into the box, she saw the gags were soaking in some sort of liquid.
Even other places pay attention to hygiene.
On the other side of the room was the door back to Felicia’s corridor. She recognized the posters and other landmarks. Over the years, she had developed quite a good memory of places. The sheet back to her basement should be right this way.
Felicia considered putting her clothes back on. No, she would leave them off. She wanted to be naked when she got back to Emil. He would want to smell her well-fucked pussy as she told him all about her adventures.