She thought for a moment and then
smiled. “It's about the same, only richer.” They both laughed. “I
remember reading about race horse semen one time. They'd use some
sort of hose thing? They get the horse to cum and they'd sell it for,
like, thousands of dollars an ounce. It's supposed to be easier than
getting them to fuck.”
“You'd think they'd let the horse
fuck after winning a race, right? I mean what else does a horse want?
More oats?”
“Yeah, but I was thinking of how much
billionaire semen would sell for. I could have made even more
last night!”
“You'd be … a breeding mare for
billionaires!” he laughed. Laughing she explained how she might
come up with a way to store their sperm inside her and then sell it
to a sperm bank afterward.
She had taken a taxi home from the club
and used the key he had given her to let herself in. He was asleep so
she took a shower and crept into the bedroom. He woke when she tried
to climb beneath the sheets. She wanted to let him sleep, but she
really wanted to wake him up so she could tell him all about her
evening.
He told her he was surprised she came
back at all. He said that some girls were offered an opportunity to
spend the night with a club member visiting from out-of-town. As a
new girl, he figured she'd be pretty popular and get scooped up for a
night in a luxury hotel. She was a bit disappointed upon hearing
this, it would be nice to be in a beautiful hotel. She thought
briefly of “Pretty Woman.” She was just as happy to be back at
his apartment and tell him about her night.
Half way through her story, he made her
spread her legs and slipped into her wet pussy. He made her keep
talking while he fucked her slowly. He obviously got off on her
adventures. He didn't cum as she expected but had her roll to her
side and enter from behind, spoon fashion. They fell asleep like
that, his cock buried insider her well-fucked pussy.
When they woke, he fucked her again but
still didn't cum. They took a shower together and she volunteered to
make coffee and breakfast. The morning was very leisurely. For the
first time in a long time, she did not think about work. In the few
days she had been back in Montreal, she had earned more than three
weeks salary.
Now they were in the car, turning off
the road into the parking lot of a big-box hardware store. At this
time of the day, the place was not crowded but he parked a little
ways from the entrance. “I want to check out those sheds,” he
replied to her question, pointing at samples arrayed along the side
of the parking lot.
She could not imagine why he wanted a
shed when he didn't have any land to build it. He went to the first
one, a bland metal structure large enough to serve as a cottage. He
didn't like the windows. The next one had a Cape Cod appearance and
half as large. He walked around it then opened the door and she
followed him inside.
He stood between the open door and the
window. She gasped out loud as he released his belt buckle and
lowered his pants. “Come here” is all he said. At the sight of
his half rigid cock, she needed no more encouragement and dropped to
one knee before him. She wasted no time and started sucking.
He was hard almost instantly. She
looked up at him. He was alternated his gaze between looking down at
her and glancing out the window. She was on both knees now, sucking
his cock as hard and fast as she could. Someone might walk in at any
minute and catch them.
He held her head and started fucking
her face. She put her hands on his hips to time his thrusts and keep
from choking. He pulled her up and she tottered to her feet. “Turn
around” he said and she obediently turned to face the wall. She
knew what was going to happen next. He reached beneath her short
skirt and pulled down her thongs. She had wondered why he insisted
that she wear a short skirt to visit a hardware store!
She bent over to receive him, using the
hooks on the walls as handholds. In the excitement of semi-public
sex, she was well lubed and he slid inside her easily. He fucked her
hard for about twenty strokes and abruptly pulled out. The hard slap
on the ass took her by surprise and she nearly yelped. He was back
inside her a moment later and she would have forgotten the incident
had it not stung so much. She liked it, though!
He pulled out once more and spanked her
twice this time. The sounds of his hand slapping against her ass so
hard were almost deafening in the confined space of the shed. She was
convinced someone would hear and investigate, but she forgot her
concern as he rammed his cock back inside her pussy and fucked her
hard again. “Oh, god,” she moaned as the orgasm swept over her.
Her thong had fallen to her knees. He
pushed it down until she could feel it around her ankles. As he
continued to pound her from behind, she expected him to pull out and
spank her again. The anticipation was killing her. She wanted that
painful slap so badly. It came when she didn't expect it, of course.
He pulled out and gave her four hard slaps, two on each cheek.
“Suck me,” he said. She turned,
bent over and started sucking his cock, slick with her juices. She
put one hand between her legs; she was sopping wet. She bent her
knees so she could suck harder, but he stopped her too soon. “Come
on,” he said.
“Give me those,” he told her as she
tried to pull up her thong. She stepped out of it and handed it to
him. She thought he was going to put them in his pocket, but instead
he hung them on the inside door latch. “Just marking my territory,”
he said at her quizzical look.
She followed him as he left the little
cabin. Her ass still stung. She was sure it was bright red with hand
prints. They walked past another cabin and he inspected it carefully
and then eyed her. Was he going to fuck her again? There were people
walking past them, on their way to or from the store. Had they heard
her getting fucked? She could feel herself blushing. She wasn't
wearing anything under that skirt. A slight breeze would reveal her
glowing red ass!
He walked to the next hut and eyed her
once more. Despite the embarrassment and the spanking, she could feel
herself getting wet. She wanted that cock back inside her.
He walked past and started making for
the front door. They walked in together and he paused to look at the
labels over the aisles. They walked through the store, browsing at
the hardware. As it was so quiet the employees were chatting among
themselves or helping the few contractors buying supplies. Every one
of the men looked at her as they walked along. He noticed this, too,
and whispered “Do you think they know you just got fucked,” then
added “and that you're not wearing underwear?”
As they passed two burly construction
workers he leaned in and said “I wonder what they'd do if I told
them what I just did to you?” She blushed. “I think they'd take
you back to the shed and fuck you good.” She thought about the two
strangers and how she'd suck them off on their lunch break. They were
decent looking men, hard men with hard muscles and skin darkened from
the sun. Sex with strangers.
Around the next corner, he slipped a
hand under her skirt and grabbed her bare ass. She half expected him
to put a finger inside her, but all he did was stroke her lips. She
could feel herself getting wetter. If he bent her over and took her
right there and then, she would not have batted an eye.
At the hand tool section he stopped to
inspect the screwdrivers. The more valuable units were sealed in
blister packs, but there were an assortment of consumer grade
screwdrivers in bins. They were of different colors and different
styles of handles. He picked up one and inspected it. It had a black
rubbery handle, apparently designed for a large hand. He glanced up
and down the aisle then handed it to her. “Show me how you suck
cock.”
Her mouth dropped in surprise, but
quickly took the screwdriver from him and started licking it. She
didn't bother checking the aisle. She didn't care if someone saw her.
The plastic had a strange taste but it was not unpleasant. She put
the handle into mouth and sucked it deeply. It pressed against the
back of her throat and she could almost get it all the way in if it
was no so thick. She worked it in and out and he gave her a devilish
grin.
“You're pretty good at that,” he
said as he took it from her, holding it by the metal end.
“You knew that already,” she
responded. He looked at the handle of the screwdriver, glistening
with her saliva. He glanced up and down the aisle once more and then
moved in close to her. Putting his left hand on the small of her
back, his right hand reached beneath her skirt and she nearly jumped
as she felt the handle press against her labia. She would have
struggled if she had time to react, but her body was ready for
something cock-shaped to enter her body and the handle was the right
size. It slipped inside with one smooth thrust and he pulled his hand
away leaving the screwdriver hanging from her.
She reached down to pull it out, but he
grabbed her hands and looked her in the eyes. “One tool is as good
as another.” The handle was lodged well inside her. It did not
weigh nearly as much as the ben-wa balls she used a few days ago, so
there was little risk of it falling out. “Hold it inside you. Hold
it in your toolbox.” He was smiling at the joke. She relaxed and
straightened up. “Good girl.”
Now she glanced up and down the aisle.
Had anyone seen what she did … what he did to her? Apparently not.
“Come on,” he said, taking her by the hand.
“No!” she said, eyes furious and
gesturing downward.
He gave her a smug look and pulled her
along. She tried to protest again, but he was having none of it. She
maintained her grip on the handle and started walking with short
steps. She could do it. They walked past the end of the aisle and ran
right into an employee. They were caught!
“We're looking for clotheslines?”
he asked the employee. The guy told them to follow and he lead them
to a rack with various ropes and pulleys and other hardware. She
wanted so badly to reach between her legs and pull out the
screwdriver, but that was impossible with the clerk standing right
with them. “Would we need tools to install these, like a
screwdriver or something?” She could feel herself blushing as the
guy replied.
By the time the employee left them,
there were a few more people in the aisle. After inspecting a few
packages of ropes and cables, he picked up a bag of clothespins. They
walked further up the aisle to a rack with various types of ropes. He
picked one and ran a length of it through the measuring device before
cutting it and coiling it. All she could think about was the
screwdriver hanging between her legs. Could anyone see it there? She
pushed her skirt down her hips to make it longer. She dare not bend
over!
He took her through a few more aisles,
occasionally stopping an employee for advice. She nearly lost it when
he asked a hard looking construction worker his opinion on
screwdrivers. “Is it better to get one with a big soft handle or a
small hard one?” he asked the man earnestly. The guy was taken
aback by the questions and said he used an electric screwdriver. “You
should show him the screwdriver you picked up,” he said to her. Her
voice nearly cracked when she shook her head and said no. He grinned
and thanked the man for his advice. As they walked away he said,
“Maybe we should get you an electric screwdriver?”
Before she knew it, they were at the
register and he was putting the items on the counter. She flushed,
punched him in the arm and glared. “Did you find everything you
wanted?” the girl at the register asked. He paused thoughtfully and
said yes. The girl bagged the goods as he ran his card through the
machine and put it in his wallet. She smiled and handed him the
receipt.
She was waiting for the security guard
to stop them at the door. Just where did she think she was going with
a screwdriver jammed up her cunt? Hmm? “Come on, Toolbox,” he
said as he walked out the exit. Her knees were weak and for the first
time she feared she would lose her grip on the handle and the
screwdriver would fall between her feet. She could imagine the stares
from the people at the exit as the handle, slick with her juices,
bounced over the concrete floor. She took small steps and held her
head down as she followed him out the door.
An employee walked past her and she
nearly lost it again, but he was on his way somewhere else. She
walked more quickly now, eager to get away from the store and back to
the safety of the car. She was a shoplifter! She was a thief! She
stole!
He stopped by the first shed in the
display area. “You know, I rather like this one, what do you
think?” She shouted at him with her eyes, screaming at him to get
to the car and get the hell out of there. He moseyed past the next
shed and stopped at the one they employed earlier. He reached inside
and smiled. “Still there. I think we made a fair trade.”
She was terrified that he might take
her back inside and fuck her. On the other hand, she desperately
wanted a fuck right now and almost dragged him inside. She was so
confused.
He started for the car and she followed
quickly. As she opened the door, she reached between her legs but he
stopped her. “Not yet. Leave it in.” She had to slouch in the
seat to sit down. The screwdriver certainly made its presence known.
She was aching.
He backed out of the parking spot and
drove to the road. As they waited for the light, he reached down and
inspected the screwdriver. “You have it all the way inside. Nice.”
He grabbed the metal head and worked it around. She could feel the
orgasm trying to get out. He tugged and pulled it out a little, then
pushed it back inside. She leaned back more and he did it again.
When the light changed, he released the
screwdriver to put both hands on the wheel. She couldn't wait for
him. She grabbed the metal head with one hand and worked it in and
out. She had planed to massage her clit with the other hand, but the
orgasm came so fast she didn't have to.
When she recovered, she just looked up
at him through half-closed eyes and said, “Fuck.”
“Show me,” he said. She pulled the
screwdriver from her body. It was deep black from her juices, but
there were traces of white from her cum. “You should always clean
your tools.” She looked at him and started sucking the handle. It
still had the peculiar taste, but it was mixed with her own flavors.
“You're a good toolbox,” he said.
“I will get some more tools for you.”
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