The Next Morning

I was not in a good mood when I woke up the following morning. Trying to sleep with several inches of dildo stuck in my mouth- and another eight inches protruding from my mouth- made resting difficult. My breathing didn't seem to be affected, for which I was grateful, but laying around with the other half of the two-sided dildo sticking out of my mouth didn't do my dignity any good.

I had no idea what was holding it in. It wasn't stuck in the sense of actually sticking to anything in my mouth. It was much more like a thick elastic band was attached from the tip of the dildo to the back of my throat...except that there was no elastic band. There was some play. I could slide the thickness back and forth inside my mouth. But if I tried to slide the dildo fully out, I could feel the resistance growing and growing until finally the dildo couldn't move anymore.

The other problem with the dildo was the sensations. The protruding part of the dildo felt like an extension of myself. Running my hand up and down the exposed section felt like I was running my hand up and down any part of my body, except it had all the sensitivity of my clit. Fortunately, as intense as the sensations were, they weren't quite enough to drive me to climax, thankfully. That would have been too embarrassing for words.

I showered and dressed, then went out to the kitchen and started coffee. It was nearly noon, but Chrissie, Laura and Tonya were still sleeping. We had pulled the late job last night, plus the hour we had spent trying to get this damn glass dildo out of my mouth.

I was pouring my coffee- I was going to try drinking it through a straw- when I heard a door open, and then quick running steps. Moments later I heard the bathroom door slam, immediately followed by sounds of retching. Curious, I set my coffee down and walked over to the hallway.