Thousands of Guys Have Fucked My Vagina

There's not much to tell, really. I had a somewhat kinky boyfriend. At first, he wouldn't tell me where he worked. Then he made up some shit about working in a 'transportation' company office. Finally, he said he works for a company that manufactures sex toys. He could have told me that in the first place. It didn't bother me. In fact, it made me hot.

So we got to talking about it, and it wasn't all that fascinating. Their primary products are rubbery things that guys play with. My boyfriend has something to do with monitoring the paperwork on the manufacturing process, which is actually done in China. No, he hasn't even been to China himself.

Well, one day, he came home and announced that they needed a 'pussy model.' That they were going to make a new toy, and it would be made from a mold of a real, live, human vagina. He volunteered me! Perhaps I should have been mad at him, but no, I was rather excited at the prospect. I guess I'm an exhibitionist at heart, although I've never really done anything kinky about it. Anyway, the bosses wanted to see my cunt before they made a decision.

So on Tuesday morning, I showed up at the office, all horny, and kind of scared at the same time. The look-see went way too quickly. In a small room with nothing but a desk and a bunch of chairs, and overly-bright fluorescent lighting, three guys, one of which was my boyfriend came and sat around the desk. I was to sit on the desk, pull down my panties, and show off the goods. So I did. It was surprisingly anticlimatic. They stood up, came closer, didn't touch me in any way, looked for like 15 seconds, and said "Ok."

I was to shave the area as perfectly as possible, and show up at 3pm on Wednesday for the 'casting.'

Horny, and scared again, I did show up, almost wrecking my car in the process of getting there. Yes, I know I should always keep my mind on the road, but I was in such a state I ran a stop sign, causing another car to skid. Oh well...

So, I get there. They have me lay down on a massage table, and a ordinary, slightly pudgy, balding guy that I hadn't seen before closes the door. He and I are the only ones in the room. He has me pull down my panties again, but this time, they come all the way off. He has a camera and takes a dozen pictures, while saying very few words. Almost nothing. Then he approaches me with a flat stick and a tub of some weird bluish gook. He spreads it all over my pussy, then leaves the room, throwing, "It'll take ten minutes to set" over his shoulder on the way out.

So there I am laying there for the longest ten seconds in my life. The stuff heated up a bit. I guess it is a chemical reaction, and it had me worried that it might get way too hot. But it didn't. Finally, finally, he returned, and started tugging at the edges of the mess he had applied between my legs. It stuck a bit on my inner labia, and he pulled just a bit too hard at one point. That kind of hurt, but otherwise, it came off nicely. I just laid there after he removed it, and he, it his terse manner, just said, "OK," and left the room. I got dressed, and found my boyfriend's office. He greeted me enthusiastically, asking, "How'd it go?" I told him, then took off for home.

Once I got there, I masturbated like crazy, as I'm sure you might have guessed.

So it took months, but finally this fake pussy of mine came out. I went to a sex shop one day, and it took a while to find it, but finally, there it was in a box, decorated on the outside by a woman who looked way better than me. As if it was her vagina. A year has since passed, and I'd have to guess that thousands of guys have fucked my vagina.