Chapter 5 #3
When User 965 arrives at my side and grips my jaw, I open my hungry mouth wide with no hesitation. What he presents me with this time makes my cheeks bulge. It’s bigger. He’s working the head of a bigger tool in my slutty mouth. Another sheathed piece of heavy metal.
This one is going to strain my pussy so bad. So, so bad.
I can’t wait.
I’m a whimpering wreck when he positions himself between my legs and pulls the heavy spanner out of me.
I grunt and moan as he tries to work the bigger beast in, because it’s hard to take it.
So fucking hard. When my pussy finally lets it in, it’s a relief, and when he twists it, it sets off my throbbing G-spot to another level.
I really want to piss, it’s so clunky and tight against my bladder. Crazy clunky.
Still, when I adjust to it, I’m urging him on with tiny movements. Fill me up. Please.
Give me more.
He does gives me more. He angles that tool with enough skill that I’m panting and wriggling, my pussy sopping wet.
The tool is still inside me when he slaps my thighs and guides them up to my chest. I know what he wants, and I clench when the target comes into view, giving him a wink with my dirty, tight asshole.
My thoughts are blank to everything but subservient pleasure. I’m smiling as I give him a tiny nod, hoping he sees it.
He still has the big tool in my pussy, pressed tight to my G-spot as he angles it up by the shaft and nudges the smaller spanner against my asshole.
I nod again. I can take it. I will always fucking take it.
The angles are so different as he pushes the second sheathed spanner into my waiting asshole. By the time the head of this one pops its way inside, the feeling is madness. I’m full of metal. Stretched by metal in both holes.
And then I’m fucked with it.
Two tools in and out as the thump of bass blares around me. Alternating, then in sync, alternating, then in sync. Slow then fast. I can’t believe he’s going to make me come like this, but he is. I’m in a dingy workshop being fucked with tools and I’m going to come for him.
I don’t know if it’s piss or squirting when I do lose myself to the pleasure, and I don’t care.
It’s probably a combination of both, but he keeps on fucking me, keeps urging me on.
It’s such an explosion that I’m a panting wreck in the aftermath, and I have to brace myself, because the heads of these motherfuckers coming out of me is going to be tender.
I’m glad he takes the smaller one out first. Slowly.
I don’t care how fucking messy it is, just grip the bench hard as he pulls his filthy toy from my pussy once my ass is clear.
I feel so empty, it’s almost painful.
I’m immune to the clanking and slamming of tools around me by now. I’m smiling as he saws wood and blows the dust over my tits. And I’m grinning with delight as he takes my chin once more. I open my mouth so wide, I feel like a fledgling, and it’s not metal that greets me this time, it’s flesh.
The unmistakable taste of a cum-dripping cock. It feels amazing to have pleasured him so much that he’s on the edge already.
User 965 fucks my mouth as my pussy and ass leak from his filthy tool games, and I slurp on his cock like it’s a trophy.
He holds my head still in his big hands, angled to one side, and pushes into my throat. It’s a lot harder not to gag in this position, but I manage it.
He grunts his pleasure as he fucks my throat and I gurgle and drool and suck him like a pro.
I grab a deep breath when he pulls free.
I know this move. He’s ready and going in for the kill.
He fists my hair in one hand, squeezes a tit hard in the other, and I open wide for him.
And fuck he’s eager. He slams into my face so hard his balls whack off my chin, relentless as he pounds me.
When he finally unloads at the back of my throat, I feel like a filthy queen as he pumps his hot cum straight down.
Like a proud, filthy queen as he pulls away, trailing his fingers over my tits, my stomach, my legs as he walks around the bench, surveying his conquest.
When he gathers up his tools and I hear him hanging them back up on the racks, I feel like I’ve won an award.
He turns the radio off and the silence is deafening.
Is it over? Has it been three hours? My head is buzzing and so is my body, I’m really not sure.
I listen in the silence, wait for the screech of the door. But it doesn’t come.
Instead, I gasp when big strong hands grab my ankles and pull me down to the edge of the bench so my legs are dangling over. Heavy footsteps walk to my side, and I flinch when something cold and heavy lands on my right tit, and something similar on my left tit.
Fuck, I can’t help but squirm when he gets to work and I realise the objects are metal clamps of some sort. My tits are squeezed tight, one clamp on each, and it hurts – a good hurt.
Footsteps again and he’s between my legs, hands on my pussy lips, stretching them and another clamp is tightened into place. He lets go of it and the weight of it pulls hard at my clamped lips.
Fucking hell this feels so good.
He walks away and in the silence I hear the flick of a lighter and soon smell cigarette smoke. He walks slowly around the bench, and I’m scared – scared that I’m going to feel the burn of a cigarette stub. But no, he’s obviously admiring his handiwork.
I hear the scraping of metal on the floor. He’s dragging something over that comes to a stop below my dangling legs. When I hear his boots step up onto it, I guess it must be a toolbox, and he’s put himself at the right height to gain access to my pussy.
Fuck, how my clamped pussy tingles.
And how it stings when he undoes the clamp and drops it to the floor.
The sound of a zipper coming down makes me smile.
Yes, yes, yes, give me that meaty cock!
Big hands grip my thighs and he drives his cock home in one hard thrust.
And then he fucks me. No fucking warmup. He just fucks me, hard and so fast that my clamped tits are bouncing and it hurts crazy bad but hell it’s weirdly nice.
So nice that my pussy sings for more and I know I’m going to come all over his frantic dick.
He’s grunting now. Gripping my thighs hard and thrusting like a beast and my tits hurt so bad I’m going dizzy.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he says, slamming into me as he unloads, and yes, I’m coming hard for him, squirting around his dick. It takes everything I’ve got not to cry out.
But I do cry out when pulls away and slaps my wet cunt.
And I wince like a bitch when he comes to my side and takes the clamps from my sore tits.
I’m guessing it must be over now. I really can sense how pleased he is as he sparks up another cigarette, footsteps walking around me as he surveys the aftermath.
I remain still, tits throbbing, pussy dribbling, breathing hard.
I hear him stubbing out his cigarette, then flinch when he pats my thigh.
Job done. And done well.
I made it through the fear, and the overload, and the instincts, and I completed my proposal.
I delivered what I promised. What Holly promised.
User 965’s footsteps retreat to the door, and I hear it open with a screech. And then it closes. Tight.
Just as the proposal said, I’ll never see his face. Sad but true.
I give it at least five minutes before I know for sure the proposal is over and dare to lift up the sleep mask.
Yes. I’m all alone.
I sit up and dust myself off, tits, pussy and ass aching from the pounding I’ve taken. My legs are shaking as I swing them to the side of the bench, so I take some time to get myself steady before I attempt to stand up.
When I drop myself down, I’m fine. Heady, but absolutely fine.
The bottom of the workbench is soaking wet from where I’ve squirted. I’m proud as I look at it and can’t resist approaching the rack of spanners on the far wall, being nosey. I want to guess which ones I took inside me.
The answer is obvious. Two of them are far cleaner than the others. The others are rusty and worn, but these two look new. And underneath them, in an open bin, are the two used rubbers he must have sheathed them with.
Even though I feel like I’ve taken two bricks inside me, I’m still in lust filled wonderland when I check out the other tools hanging up alongside the toys I’ve taken. Some of them are bigger. Heavier. Real fucking huge.
Shame I won’t ever get to feel them, because User 965 said he never uses anyone twice.
I can only hope that maybe one time, just this once, he makes an exception.
D&S I message my boyfriend, before I switch off my client’s workshop light and make my exit. I padlock the metal shutter door behind me as I wait for my cab, and I’m buzzing with life when Josh messages me back.
Well, what was it like?
I grin at the sky before I type out the words.
Amazing, I tell my boyfriend. It was absolutely fucking amazing.