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.
I delivered what I promised. What Holly promised.
User 965’s footsteps retreat to the door, and I hear it open with a screech. And then it closes. Tight.
Just as the proposal said, I’ll never see his face. Sad but true.
I give it at least five minutes before I know for sure the proposal is over and dare to lift up the sleep mask.
Yes. I’m all alone.
I sit up and dust myself off, tits, pussy and ass aching from the pounding I’ve taken. My legs are shaking as I swing them to the side of the bench, so I take some time to get myself steady before I attempt to stand up.
When I drop myself down, I’m fine. Heady, but absolutely fine.
The bottom of the workbench is soaking wet from where I’ve squirted. I’m proud as I look at it and can’t resist approaching the rack of spanners on the far wall, being nosey. I want to guess which ones I took inside me.
