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)
It’s a good quality one. The light isn’t going to get in, and neither is the sight of my client.
This isn’t going to be a comfortable experience, lying on a bench for nearly four hours straight in a unit with no heating. My nipples are rock hard from the chill when I strip myself bare and hang my clothes up on the workman’s apron hook. I climb up onto the workbench, then take one final look around me before I put the sleeping mask on. With that, I see a fresh load of tools on another shelving unit.
Hammers, tongs, sanders, and saws, and spanners, screwdrivers. And a grinder. An industrial fucking grinder.
I get a fresh shiver at the thought of what User 965 meant when he said loud.
I pull the mask on, lie back, and relax as best I can until his arrival, shuffling around on the hard wooden workbench with my legs spread wide. I want to give User 965 an impressive view when he first appears. I’m tempted to slide my hand down and strum my clit to get myself dripping hot and horny, glistening wet under the fluorescent light overhead. but I’ll leave that all to him. Instead, I keep my arms stretched above my head, one hand gripping a vice as I wait for his arrival.
Seconds turn to minutes. Long minutes. Achingly long minutes where my mind wanders through what could unfold here tonight.
So many options… so many unknowns…
I flinch like I’m under attack when the door finally screeches open, but keep the panic under control and grip the bench like it’s a safety raft. I can do this. My breaths speed up like crazy as I hear User 965’s heavy footsteps get closer. He must be wearing big boots. Big boots on big feet from the sounds of it. They thump on the cold concrete floor.
He doesn’t say a word as he pulls the door down to shut us in. The sleep mask is a good one, tight and unmoving. I’m in total darkness as I hear my client circling the bench, squirming as he takes a look at me. I can sense the intensity of his gaze. He must do at least three laps before one of his hands lands on one of my heaving tits. I jump as he tugs on one of my nipples, flicking as he plays. My skin is mega sensitive from the cool air, but that’s a positive. It’s really fucking nice. It makes it such a contrast when his warm hands squeeze my proud tits, one after the other. His palms feel calloused, his fingers thick and rough.
I let out a gasp as his hand roves lower and his fingers slide up and down my slit. I’m ready for him to push those rough, thick fingers inside me, but instead he walks away.
I hear him moving equipment. He coughs as he fumbles around.
Hell, how I jump again as music sounds out from the right. Heavy bass and roaring vocals that send my ears into overdrive.
The noise blocks out his footsteps, so all I hear from him are the clanks and thumps as he takes tools down and drop them onto the bench next to me. I tense up, and it’s all I can do not to squeal. Jesus Christ. It’s hard, fighting natural senses.
I bite my lip, and try to keep my breaths even. Calm. But it’s almost impossible.
When his fingers take hold of my chin and he pulls down, it takes all of my resolve to open my mouth for him. Wide.
He wants my mouth open wide.
I can do this.
I stick my tongue out, inviting, figuring it’ll be the taste of fingers or dick that awaits me, but no. the rod that enters my mouth is something else altogether. It’s solid and tastes of iron, and there is only one thing that can be.
He’s fucking my mouth with some kind of work tool, that makes me gag and retch, but I don’t fight against it. I stay as still as possible, just like the proposal wanted.
His fingers crush my cheeks, directing me and I know he’s telling me to suck, without words.
He wants me to give head to one of his fucking work tools, and my senses reel at the thought. Still, I do it. Just like always. I adhere to the proposal. I sink into the safe space of Holly the whore, and I do what User 965 wants of me.
I suck and work my mouth around his toy, and it’s a spanner I’m giving head to. A big fucking spanner that almost fills my whole mouth, just with the top. Luckily, I’m a pro at sucking. I manage to get to the shaft, moaning as I lick and suck the metallic rod.
I’m such a horny slut. Genuinely. I’m sucking a metal fucking spanner on a wooden work bench, and bizarrely, my body prickles with pleasure.