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7/26/2019 3:47 pm
Vacant House


Writing challenge posed to :
Imagine you are looking to a fixer upper and you are going to one in your area. As you pull up, you notice a car, must be the real estate broker. As you walk in, there I sit. Naked and bound to a chair. I am blindfolded and have no way of knowing who you are. You notice my nipples are hard, but it is not cold today and there is a wet spot on my chair. … You know that something has me turned on and you want to see what I would be willing to do for a release. What would you do to make me submit to your desires?

The Vacant House

I say nothing; allow my steps to announce my presence. Walk around you. Return to front door. Loudly, I lock it. Your quick gasp reveals you know you are captive. Your moan reveals part of your anxiety and excitement. Your strong nipples, plump pussy lips show more. Loudly, I troop through the house, looking. Returning several times to circle you. Stop and look: Quiet and still now.

The house has clutter – so much to work with. I collect the simplest materials. Rope, wooden rods, a metal mattress frame, pulleys, chains, wooden spoons, brushes rough and smooth, a low bed frame and a box of assorted, wicked bed post knobs. You are still, breathing strong. Your juice has deposited on the seat your pussy. Your tits are flush, full, upright. The nipples best described as ‘turgid’. Releasing one hand and removing the blindfold, you are made to feel these instruments. Wooden spoons cause a moan. Chains send a shudder after the cool links are dragged across your breasts. You feel the bed post knobs, your fingers slipping across the swirled ridges. And you push yourself tighter into your ropes.

I strip my clothes. Rod straight. Hold your chin. “Open” First words. I slip my cock into your mouth. Slide it back and forth, feeling your tongue the suction of your cheeks, the passage into your throat. Throat grasps me. Step back. Your eyes meet mine. I down. You see my cock before you. You open again and we move together, my cock running in and of your throat. I shoot myself onto your tits. “I have more. More use of you. More use of your tits. More use of your cunt. More use of your mind. “please, Sir” your answer.

Rummaging in back, around kitchen. Return and watch you. You are quiet. Your eyes speak fear, speak excitement. The old armchair pushed to middle of room. Back in kitchen, noises of banging, of table and chairs being moved. Back to you. “Open” You open your mouth and accept my cock, again. Again and more. You are swallowing my cock, sliding up and down its length.

I push your head back. Untie legs, arms. “Stand. Arms behind head” “Yes Sir” Back into kitchen and return. Kitchen oil onto your back, your ass. Oil onto your thighs, hand run roughly over your cunt. Slight laps left behind. Oil rubbed into your large tits. Oil poured on your ass. Fingers explore your ass, your pussy. Both holes at same time. Fingers in both holes as hand slaps onto ass. Mild, harder, harder. Over and over. Moving around your ass. Bend you over, ass out. Spanking around ass and backs of thighs.

Step in front. You into my eyes and your mouth opens. Cock glides in. Grab your head. Pull myself into you. Push myself out. Into back of mouth, pushing into throat. Hard now. Step to back. Slide firmly into your ass. You moan. I take you firmly, holding your hips. You take over. You push against . You pull away from . You slide my cock in and of your ass.

I come and go around. You jump your mouth onto my cock. Suck it in and roll your tongue on it. Your mouth is . Your mouth is wet. Your throat is deep. I return to your rear. Push my cock straight into your pussy. Slam it in swift. Back and forth. I put two fingers into your ass. Grind my cock into your cunt while spinning my fingers in your ass.

Your grip holds my cock. Your cunt ripples up and down the shaft. Your ass spasms on my fingers. Your fluid flows from your cunt as you come, flows down the inside of your thighs. You moan, growl. You shake as your lust powers higher in you..

I take you to the armchair, drop you in. Find rope from an old clothes line. Tie your ankles to the feet of the armchair. Tie your arms down to the legs . Tie your tits to stand out firmly. Clothespins found in the laundry. Pull out your nipple, clamp clothes pin. Pull out other nipple, clamp clothes pin. Light slaps on your tits. Light slaps on your pussy. Climb up and push your head back. Drop my cock again into your mouth. Straight in, Straight down your throat. Feel your mouth grip me. Pull me into you. Tongue spinning as I pull back. Cheeks gripping as I surge in. You make me come again.

I untie your tits, take away clamps. Run clothes line around you, tied behind the back of the armchair. Put your legs over the arms, tie your legs to pull your pussy open. Arms are free. Knots out of your reach. I step outside.

On my return speak. “I bought this place. I came out to examine it before cleaning it out. Three men who work for me will be out in 45 minutes with a dumpster. I have told them to clean the place out, but to leave behind the tied package in the front room. I told them I will pick that up this evening.”

Exhausted. Used. Sore – sore cunt, sore tits, sore ass. & glowing still. Draped in an old armchair. Legs open over the arms. I watch my hands rub and over my breasts. Feeling the air in my crotch. Feeling the fingers glide over my nipples. Eyes, open as just slits. Mouth open bringing in all the oxygen I can obtain.

Steps outside on the porch. Shadow on the window blocks the setting sunlight. Door swings open. The stranger who found this morning is there. The stranger who used . Used my mouth, my throat, my cunt, my ass. Slapped my tits and my ass and my thighs.

Stanger who left , roped to this chair, telling his men would come to clean the house. Leaving me bound, naked – my body open. I had stayed after he left. Bound and still feeling the glow and aches of having been used this man. Leaving waiting for the coming of men to clean the house and leave me when they left.

Late morning, sound of truck coming up the dirt road. Door slamming. Then doors slamming. Oh God – how many? My pussy twitches – well, She’s not scared, even if the rest of me is. Men talking. “I gotta take a piss” “You too old to hold it in for long” “Not so old your mama don’t want it”. Mature men. Maybe they can’t do enough to harm me. Wait, do I want that? Do I want just a poke and a pat? I hope – I don’t know what I hope. I hope they release me and send me on my way. I hope their cocks are long and hard and plow into my holes. I hope my cunt stops leaking so much.

The door swings open. One man, another. Then a third and a fourth saunter in. “Well, the Boss said there was a package that had to be left behind.” “I like this package – soft and curves.” Men shuffle around me. Reach for my tits, pulling them pushing them. “Twist my nipples” I murmur. Moan as two men twist my nipples, one apiece. I try to slide my ass forward. To get my pussy to the edge. I try to hold my head back, my mouth open for a cock, any cock.

My ropes are untied. I rise, wiggle my tits and ass. Walk around the room. “See this guys. See this meat. Prime. You own it. Your boss gives it.” I walk around, helping each man take off his shirt, pull off his boots, shed his pants. I get to see them. I get to run my fingers over their chests, over their backs, over stomachs. Feeling the muscles, prodding and poking. Dropping my hands to their cocks. These are big men. Long, girth.

I climb onto the armchair. My ass sticks out. My head rests on the back. “This meat is ready” And they start. They start spanking me. They start piling their cocks down and into my throat. They start pushing their cocks into my cunt. They start pushing their cocks into my ass. They hold my hands around their cocks. They sit , sliding down onto a cock while another pushed into my ass.

They take individually. They take as a . I am pulled of the chair. My tits are bound and then toyed with. I kneel so that they can run their cocks into my mouth. So that they can run their cocks between my bound tits. I am turned upside down and held. My mouth is lowered onto a cock and I am pulled up and down on it. I am tied, a pole across my back and along my arms. I am taken outside and I am made to walk around. My arms spread wide. My tits pushed out, waving with each step.

I am wet. I am so, so wet. I want this, to be used strangers, to be tied strangers and to have their cocks go in and out of . I moan, I yell, I cry. My body spasms and my cunt gushes each time I come. I come many times. Towards the end, I come in long minutes of shaking. All the while these men are exchanging my body from one man to the next. One man using my pussy and then pushing it towards another cock. Two men using my holes over and over. Three men using my holes so I am plugged solid.

My eyes are only slits. My tits burn from their heat. My ass stings from its use. My cunt just throbs. It can’t but grip on each rod as it slides in and . It can’t but ripple along the shafts.

I am used. I want to be used. I want my body to be seen. I want my breasts to be pulled and for cocks to run between them. I want my mouth to take their sperm, swallowing them all down. I want my ass to hold their girths. I want my cunt to accept their seed. I want to feel today that I have been bred men who know nothing about me but for my mouth, my tits, my ass and my cunt.

They are done. I am put back to my armchair, exhausted and barely able to move. They give me water and some food. They go about cleaning this place out. All the junk goes. All of it but for the armchair and me.

Now You are here, looking down at my smile. Smiling back at me. You telling me that I am Yours. You tell me you are to use when you want and as you may. You to take when you want and how you may. I smile and nod. Yes Sir. Yes . Take with you. Use as best you will.


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