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 apositive. 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 histoy, 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.
IamHolly, right through to my soul. And Holly is happy here.
It’s a real challenge to keep focused on the spanner when he starts clanking more tools around, right by my head. I grip the edge of the bench so tightly my knuckles must be white.
User 965 told me not to move, and no matter what. I’m not going to move.
My eyes are screwed shut under the sleeping mask, and I’m still doing my best to give head to histoywhen a cold metal spike trails its way across my tits. A screwdriver. It’s a screwdriver. It has to be. He teases my nipples with a fucking screwdriver, and I shudder, wondering what the fuck he’s going to do with it.
But it’s not my job to think. It’s my job to perform. To give him what he wants. To be the dirty bitch my profile says I can be.
That’s who I am.
I am the dirty bitch my profile says I can be.
It’s who Iwantto be.
It feels so intense when he trails the head of the screwdriver down my stomach to ease its way into my slit, but he doesn’t fuck me with it. Instead, he uses the pointed head to find my clit, circling like a deviant master with just the right amount of pressure. Despite the foul taste of giving head to one of his tools, I loll my legs open, and begin to relax. Insane, but true.
I enjoy the pointed joy of cold metal against my clit and whimper around the spanner for more. Damn, he’s skilled with it.
I’m actually sad when he eases the spanner from my mouth. I flinch when he clanks it down next to me, but I don’t flinch in fear this time. I do the very opposite. Because it’s so damn hard not to beg for more when he runs the screwdriver’s fat head down my slit, nudging at my hole – a few little nudges that make me want to buck back. Make me want a fucking screwdriver in my hungry cunt.
He slides the fat head back up through my pussy lips and circles my clit with it, and my God I’m fucking buzzing.
