Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
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.