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.
