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)
More banging, more clattering. Another tease of my clit with the screwdriver. And then he presents me with something else to give head to. It’s a bigger spanner this time. I can only just get it in my mouth. Only this one doesn’t taste of metal. It tastes… sterile, almost medical. I soon realise that it’s got a rubber stretched over it.
When he pulls it from my mouth, I trust my instincts to reign. He places the heavy spanner across my flattened tits, leaves it there while his fingers splay my cunt and stroke at my hole.
It’s one big fucking spanner, and damn heavy. I figure he placed it where he did so I’d know what was coming.
My fucking God.
I hitch my legs as he drags the sheathed chunk of metal down my stomach and once again spreads my cunt. And then the dirty sonofabitch forces the head of that spanner into my wet pussy. Jesus, it’s heavy, and fuck, fuck, the way he circles it. The way he works it in. The way he makes me take it is fucking divine.
I’m fucked by a rubber sheathed spanner while deviant guy rubs my clit with calloused fingers, the music still blaring around me. I’ve never had anything this heavy inside me before. The way it sits as he pushes it in and out is unreal. It makes me almost delirious.
And I’m moaning.
I’m moaning for more.
Deeper. Harder. Bigger.
Insane or not, I want a bigger tool in my cunt. I want to be stretched. Used. So degraded, but so fucking blessed.
I only hope he can read it. Read my body.
Read me.
Please.
He leaves the spanner deep in my pussy as he walks away. I can feel his presence off to my left as he takes things down from the wall, clattering fresh. The weight of the spanner in my cunt jams the head right against my G-spot, and the pressure builds as I squeeze.
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.