Claire was confused as she sat at the breakfast bar in her townhouse kitchen, staring at Smiley as he stood on the countertop. Smiley was her (assumed) demonically possessed garden gnome. His sinister little smile always mocked her for the fool that she was. She had an intensely erotic experience at work a few hours earlier. Her body reacted with arousal every time she thought about it. Her pussy would tighten at the memory of Jason's cock inside it. Jason's, Cory's, and Mark's cum were still inside her in various places.
"Jason said he was Smiley," she whispered as she watched the garden statue carefully. She was tapping her finger on his little black boot, half expecting him to shudder or send her a text message.
She knew she was acting crazy, and she didn't care. In her opinion, she hadn't been in her right mind since the wild Halloween incident. She enjoyed what her handsome coworkers did to her, and now she knew they were willing to do it again, but she was angry at them for blaming the incident on a garden statue. Why did they have to add an element of insanity to their fun? She couldn't entirely dismiss the idea of Smiley's power being real. She had seen too many crazy things to completely deny it.
"This is stupid. Jason said Cory put a camera behind your eye. I would have to smash you to find it," she grumbled as she picked Smiley up and looked him over. "He also said to smash you if I wanted the fun to end. I don't want the fun to end," she groaned as she set him back on the countertop.
Suddenly, Claire's phone chimed with a new text, sending her heart into her throat. A shudder ran through her body as she glanced at her phone on the charger next to the refrigerator. It was deja vu all over again. She gulped, stepped over to her phone, and looked at the message.
"Hello, Claire... would you like some company? Love, Smiley."
Her heart was pounding in terror and exhilaration as she read the strange message.
"Wait a minute... it's probably just Cory and Jason being dicks again," she sighed as she looked at Smiley. "I'm sorry, Smiley, I'm looking for the camera," she declared as she lifted him high over her head and threw him down onto the tile floor as hard as she could, shattering the little statue into a thousand pieces.
She searched through the scattered bits of broken plaster, looking for any sign of a camera and wireless transmitter, but there was nothing.
"Fuck... it doesn't make any sense, and now Smiley's dead," she said with her throat tight.
She wasn't surprised that she had an emotional connection to the little garden gnome. He had been the first thing to make her laugh after a messy divorce at the young age of twenty-four. She found him at a yard sale, and his little evil smile had cracked her up at first sight. She had also done what Jason said would end the fun orgies. She was suddenly very disappointed with herself.
"Fuck it. I'll glue him back together tomorrow," she grumbled and stomped off to take a shower.
Claire stood in the shower for many minutes. She was gently fingering herself as the hot water poured down her back. She would have to have a proper masturbation session with many toys before she fell asleep. Being stuffed with three cocks earlier in the day had left her overly aroused. She sighed and quickly finished her shower so she could get down to some serious toy penetration. She hoped the batteries were still good in her favorite clit vibrator. She had forgotten to buy more that month. She was preoccupied with thoughts about sex toys as she stepped out of the shower and threw a towel over her long blond hair. As she twisted it into a turban on her head, she thought she heard a thump in her bedroom. She froze and looked at the bathroom door. She had left it slightly ajar like she always did. She gasped when she saw a shadow pass by it. She cursed herself for leaving her phone in the kitchen again.
"Fuck!" she whimpered and grabbed a fat vase off her bathroom vanity and dumped the flowers out of it. It weighed at least ten pounds. "Who's out there? You better leave before I fuck you up!" she yelled.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Jason stuck his handsome head in. He gave Claire a wicked smile as the vase slipped out of her trembling hands. It bounced off the toilet seat and shattered inside the toilet bowl.
"Um, that's how you fuck up your toilet," he noted.
"How the fuck did you get in the house?" she yelled.
"Smiley called me over and let me in. He said you needed attention. Come on out when you're ready. Don't bother getting dressed," he said with a grin before he closed the bathroom door, leaving Claire alone and stunned.
"Shit!" she grumbled as she finished drying off and tossed her damp towels on the floor.
She stepped over to the door with her heart in her throat again. She had no idea what was waiting for her in the bedroom. She was excited and trembling as her mind raced through the possibilities. Were Cory and Mark there too? Would Amelia be joining the fun?
She gulped and slowly pulled the door open, and stepped out. Jason was standing by the window, gazing at the cul-de-sac below. He had on the same khaki slacks and button-down white shirt he wore to work that day. Her queen-size bed stood between them, and she gasped at what was sitting on it. Smiley was back in one piece, smiling at her from the edge of the bed. A row of all her favorite sex toys had been lined up behind the little ceramic gnome along with a familiar tube of flavored lube. There was one average-sized flesh-colored dildo, two extra-thick seven-inch silicone dildos (one bright pink and one purple), and next to them, her favorite hard-plastic dildo and vibrator. The vibrator was shiny chrome and used two C batteries. She could get herself off with its wonderful vibrations alone, but it felt better to be stuffed with something while she squirmed with orgasm.
"What the hell? I smashed Smiley!" she stammered as she looked at Jason for answers.
"And you instantly regretted it," he said as he turned to look at her.
Claire gulped to have Jason's big hazel eyes admiring her nakedness again. He was annoyingly handsome with his sandy brown hair and tanned skin. She couldn't look at him at work without thinking inappropriate thoughts about him, especially after he, Cory, and Mark fucked her on Halloween and in the storage closet at the office.
"You doubt Smiley's power, Claire?" Jason asked with a wicked smile as he stepped away from the window.
Claire shuddered with goose flesh as he approached her. He stood right in front of her and looked down into her eyes for a moment. He was close enough for her to feel the fabric of his shirt brushing her nipples.
"Our foursome gave Smiley the strength to obey your will, Claire. He put himself back together for you. Your slutty desires are giving him ridiculous power. He feeds off your enjoyment. That's why he called me over to play with you," he whispered as he reached up and ran his fingertips over the perfect round flesh of her breasts, provoking a pleasant tingle between her legs.
"Why did he call you, exactly? Why not Cory or Mark?" she asked with a gulp.
"Because Smiley likes how I make you feel," he whispered close to her lips as he reached between her legs and slid a fingertip through her abundance of arousal.
Claire shuddered as he gently fingered her and slid his tongue into her mouth. She had been imagining Jason doing that to her in the shower a few minutes earlier. She was reeling and extremely aroused at that moment. Demonically possessed gnome or not, she was enjoying all the attention from Jason. She groaned as he pushed his finger deep inside her, rubbing against her tight inner muscles as he played his tongue against hers. Her cunt was already twitching from the stimulation, grabbing at his finger like a needy lover.
"Mmm, eager, are we?" Jason chuckled as he drew away and admired her half-lidded eyes. "You could easily cum on my finger, couldn't you, Claire?"
She gulped and nodded. Her skin felt overly hot already.
"That's my predictable little slut. I love your eagerness. Allow me to get more comfortable," he whispered as he withdrew his finger and stepped back.
Claire was aching with need as she watched Jason unbutton his shirt and pants and toss them to the floor. She felt her own moisture increase at the sight of his toned body and handsome erection. Jason watched her eyes as he stroked himself a few times. Her gaze was glued to what she wanted.
"So predictable, Claire. You make my job too easy," he chuckled as he retrieved the little statue off the bed and placed him safely in front of the mirror on the dresser.
Claire gulped as she glanced at Smiley. He would be watching the show again. His little sinister smile and pointy red hat looked even sharper than usual.
"The old rules apply, Claire. Smiley wants verbal silence. A simple nod or a head shake will suffice for questions. Feel free to whimper, groan, and moan all you want. Now, lie on your back and spread your legs for me," Jason ordered.
