The next day, Colleen woke up feeling both sore and invigorated. She slipped into her new uniform: a wrap-around blouse that barely contained her ample breasts, the gold chain with its clit clamp and nipple clips glinting in the morning light. She took her time getting dressed, feeling the coolness of the new four-inch dildo as she pushed it into her ass. It was a reminder of her submission, a constant presence that thrummed with a delicious promise of what was to come.
With a cheeky smile, she headed to the supermarket, her mind racing with thoughts of the evening’s events. The aisles were crowded with the usual suspects: bored housewives, harried businessmen, and college students stocking up for the week. She sailed through the produce section, her eyes lingering on the bulbous vegetables and plump fruits. The cucumbers caught her eye, and she picked up the largest one she could find. It was a monster, thick and long, and she couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel stretching her already well-used pussy.
Colleen strutted through the aisles, her hips swaying in a way that drew the gaze of every male shopper. They watched her with a mix of envy and hunger, their eyes tracing the line of her body, hungrily devouring the sight of her. She knew they were thinking about her in ways that were taboo, their thoughts as dirty as the acts she had just committed. She reveled in the power she held over them, the secret that set her apart from the other shoppers.
Once she reached the car, she couldn’t resist the urge anymore. She slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against her bare skin. Her hand slipped down to the bulging cucumber in her shopping cart. With a smirk, she pulled it out and positioned it at her entrance. The plug was still lodged firmly in her ass, filling her completely and leaving her with a delicious ache. The chains tugged at her nipples with every movement, sending jolts of pleasure to her clit. She was a walking, breathing embodiment of desire, and she knew it.
The parking lot was mostly empty, but the thought of being caught added an exhilarating thrill to the moment. She pulled her skirt up, revealing her glistening pussy and the shiny chains that connected to her piercings. The cucumber looked so out of place in her hand, a phallic intrusion in the mundane world of shopping carts and minivans. She spread her legs, the anticipation making her wetter. With a swift, determined movement, she impaled herself on the vegetable, feeling it stretch her and fill her up just like the plug in her ass.
The sensation was deliciously obscene, and she had to bite her bottom lip to stifle a moan as she pushed the cucumber deeper. The chains jingled softly, a sweet sound that only she could hear. Colleen looked around, making sure no one was watching before she stepped out of the car, the cucumber still lodged inside her, the coolness of the metal clit clamp a stark contrast to the heat building within her. She locked the car and sashayed towards the entrance of the florist, her stride purposeful and filled with the power of her newfound sexuality.
Inside the shop, the scent of roses and lilies mingled with the heady musk of her arousal. The coolness of the air-conditioning made her nipples even more sensitive, the chains tugging with every step she took. She was a vision of elegance and desire, a contradiction that seemed to make the air itself crackle with electricity. She couldn’t resist the urge to lean over slightly, letting the chains sway, the clit clamp pressing against the cucumber with every movement. The bell above the door chimed as she entered, and she was immediately greeted by the sight of a tall, handsome man selecting bouquets.
He looked up, and their eyes met. The man’s gaze lingered on her chest for just a fraction of a second before snapping back up to her face. Colleen felt a thrill of excitement shoot through her. He was the type of man she had always secretly desired: strong, confident, and with a hint of the same darkness that now swirled within her. She watched as his eyes took in her attire, the subtle glint of the chains peeking out from her blouse, the way the cucumber made her walk with an extra sway in her hips. He looked surprised, but not uninterested.
“Can I help you find anything?” he asked, his voice a smooth baritone that seemed to resonate through her entire body.
Colleen leaned against the counter, her breath catching in her throat. “Just a simple bouquet,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. “But I’m in a bit of a hurry.” She slid her business card across the counter, her fingers lingering against his for a beat longer than necessary. “Meet me at the bandstand in the park in five minutes. I have something… special in mind.”
Her voice was a purr, a seductive invitation that made his heart race. The man’s eyes widened, and he nodded, his grip tightening on the bouquets as if to anchor himself to reality. She turned and sashayed out of the store, her hips rolling with an exaggerated grace that made the chains swing tantalizingly between her legs. The cucumber was a secret thrill, a silent declaration of her intentions.
The bandstand was a quaint little structure in the heart of the park, surrounded by a carousel of colorful flowers that seemed to pulse with the same rhythm as her racing heart. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over everything, making her skin glisten with a fine sheen of sweat. Colleen had never felt more alive, more… desired. She sat down on the bench, her legs crossed, the chains glinting in the light as they peeked out from her skirt. The plug in her ass and the cucumber in her pussy made her squirm with need.
As the minutes ticked by, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement, wondering if the man from the florist would actually show up. And when she saw him striding towards her, bouquet in hand, she knew that she had him hooked. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw, the kind of man that made other women swoon. His eyes widened as he took in her state of undress.
“You’re… filled with desire,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. She could see his cock straining against his pants, and she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. She spread her legs wider, the cucumber still lodged deep within her, the chains glinting with every subtle movement.
With trembling hands, the man drove the cucumber into her womb. The sensation was almost too much, her arousal spiking again.
With trembling hands, the man pulled the cucumber from her dripping pussy and brought it to her mouth. The scent of her desire was potent on the vegetable, and she eagerly licked it clean, her eyes never leaving his. He watched her with rapt attention, his own arousal palpable in the air. Then, with a smirk, he unzipped his pants and freed his monstrous cock. It was a beast, thick and long, the head a dark shade of purple from the need to be inside her.
Colleen’s eyes widened as she took in the sight. Twelve inches of pure, throbbing manhood stared her down, and she knew she was going to be stretched to her limits. The man stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against her cheek, leaving a trail of precum. He pushed it into her mouth, and she gagged slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took it deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip as she felt the pressure from the butt plug in her ass.
At the same time, he positioned the cucumber at her entrance. She was so wet, so desperate, that she didn’t protest when he pushed it back in alongside his cock. The stretch was intense, but she was so far gone that she couldn’t help but moan around the thickness in her throat. The chains on her nipples and clit chimed together.
The man’s thrusts grew more demanding, his hips slamming into her face as he fucked her mouth with the same urgency that he fucked her pussy with the cucumber. Colleen could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure in her clit and ass unbearable. She tried to push back, to get away from the relentless assault, but he held her firm, his grip on her hair unyielding. She was his, and he was going to take what he wanted.
With a final, desperate push, he buried his cock deep in her throat, the cucumber sliding out of her pussy with a wet pop. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, her eyes watering. But she didn’t fight it. Instead, she swallowed around him, her throat muscles contracting, her body begging for more. And then, with a roar that echoed through the deserted park, he came. His hot cum spurted into her mouth, filling her until she thought she would choke.
But Colleen took it all, her own climax building as she felt the warmth of his seed fill her up. The chains on her nipples and clit seemed to tighten, pulling at her flesh as if in response to his release. The man’s cock pulsed and twitched, his orgasm seemingly endless as he emptied himself into her willing mouth. She swallowed it all, her eyes never leaving his.
When he finally pulled out, she took a deep, shuddering breath, her makeup smudged and her lipstick smeared. She stood, the cucumber back inside her, the plug in her ass feeling like a second heartbeat. She knew she had to get home before anyone saw her like this.
The drive back was a delicious torture, the cucumber moving with every step, sending waves of pleasure through her. She was acutely aware of the cum coating her throat, the taste of him still strong on her tongue. Her breath was ragged, her skin flushed from the exertion and the thrill of her public encounter.
When she arrived home, the house was quiet, the garage door open with the sound of metal on metal echoing out. She knew John was there, working on his car, a place he often went to escape and think. She could feel her pulse quickening, the need for more building inside her like a storm.
Colleen stepped into the garage, her eyes scanning the room. She saw John’s muscular back, his arms flexing as he worked under the hood of his car. Without a word, she walked up to him, the chains jingling with each step. He glanced back at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. She didn’t hesitate, jumping on him with the grace of a cat, her legs wrapping around his waist. The cucumber slipped out of her with a wet sound, and she reached back, pulling his face to hers.
John’s kiss was greedy, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hands roamed her body. He could feel the plug in her ass, the smooth metal warmed by her body heat. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He reached down and gave it a hard twist, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders. He knew she was ready for what was coming next.
With a grin, he bent her over the hood of the car, the metal cool and unforgiving against her bare skin. She arched her back, her ass in the air, the chain swinging freely between her legs. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her entrance. He didn’t bother with foreplay; she was already wet enough. With one swift movement, he pulled the plug out, and in its place, he slammed his cock into her ass, filling her completely. She screamed, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to echo through the garage.
Her body tensed around him, the tightness of her ass making him groan with pleasure. He began to fuck her hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin a sweet symphony that drowned out the world outside. The chains on her nipples swung back and forth, the clit clamp a silent witness to their depraved dance. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto him with every thrust, watching as her breasts bounced and her pussy glistened with her arousal.
Colleen’s hands scrabbled against the hood of the car, her nails leaving little trails of red as she fought to hold on. The cucumber was forgotten, a distant memory in the face of the fierce pleasure that John’s cock brought her. She could feel herself opening up to him, her body accepting his dominance in a way that she had never allowed before. The pain was a delicious agony, a reminder of her submission to her son’s desires.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around him. John’s own climax was close, his hips moving faster and faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her. He reached around and pinched her clit, the pain sending her spiraling over the edge once more. She came with a scream, her body shaking, her pussy spasming around his cock.
As she came down from the high, John pulled out, his cum spurting over her ass. He stepped back, admiring the mess he had made of her. Colleen turned to face him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She knew she was a mess, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was more.
They stood there for a moment, panting, the scent of sex and engine oil mingling in the air. Then, with a wink, John grabbed her hand and led her back into the house, the chains on her body jingling with every step.