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.
