Chloe woke to the familiar angry buzzing. It was Friday morning and she was lying on her stomach on her shitty, thin vinyl mattress. Her boobs bulging out, squashed beneath her, pressing her pierced nipples into her soft tit flesh. It wasn't her favorite position, but with the back chain, lying on her back just wasn't an option. The rain had done some work washing off the mass of jizz she had been coated in at Mr. Aranowsky's party, but it was a partial job and all she could smell was semen. She stretched out her tight muscles, her sticky skin peeling off the mattress in places. After the party yesterday she had been surprised they weren't more sore. Was she constitutionally predisposed to being a fuck toy? She slid her hands under her body, her fingers tickling her skin and breaking the crusty bonds connecting her to her bed. Her whole being felt centered on her constantly stimulated clit and nipples, and even her stuffed ass. She could think no further than bringing herself off. She smiled languidly with fingers from both hands gently exploring her mostly healed and sorely neglected vagina. Oh yes, she was a fuck toy.
She brought her left hand around to pull on the big red ass plug. With the base exposed by just a couple of inches it started to vibrate. Awesome! As tired as she was, she had held the plastic cock mold squeezed tight in her rectum all night. Mark would not be disappointed.
Chloe looked around, consciously realizing there weren't any sheets on her bed, just the cool vinyl of the thin pad. She couldn't tell if anything else was missing because she didn't have anything else to begin with. That would sure make it easier to pack when she had to move out later. Did Arthur take the sheets? The landlady? She rolled herself up onto her butt and hit her alarm clock off, moaning as the weight on the red plug pushed in deeper,. Who woke up at 5:30? And in the summer? She realized she still had the weird, heelless shoes on and bent over to take them off.
The lacy covers were still on them, but they were torn and covered in dried mud and semen. How the hell did so much cum get on them? The splotches of dried jizz on her calves stretched in a continuous coat onto the shoes and lace, all of a piece. Chloe saw a seam on the inside, and a weird catch, but she couldn't work out how the thing opened. She half peeled, half ripped the dirty lace off her shoes to get a better luck. The shoes were a continuous expanse of white leather covering her foot tightly to the top of her ankles and there however they were supposed to come off escaped her. With the lace shoe covers off, Chloe realized she had destroyed or lost every last piece of clothes from Arthur had made for her, but she figured since Arthur had put her up to this last date he could hardly blame her if the date had done in his latest masterpiece.
At least she still had the damned nutty white shoes. She bounced up off her bed, eager as always to start her day and looked down over her stunning body, her fingers tracing over her habitually compressed abdomen under the slack waist chain to the clit chains swaying between her slightly parted legs. Her pussy was already wet and tingly. Definitely no running today with those shoes, but they were pretty. Maybe pilates?
She strode into the bathroom, feeling a slight, pleasant soreness in her calves from having to stay up on her toes all night. Serving drinks and walking around with all her weight concentrated on two narrow pads not three inches across had been an excellent workout. The whole experience had felt like a dream, not being able to hear anything and being naked in front of so many people. And so many cocks to suck and jerk off. She couldn't believe she had had so many dicks in her mouth and how easy it had been to get them into her throat. Once she got over the reflex to cough and gag all over them, it had actually felt kind of nice. A strange sort of massage inside her neck.
She had figured out that with her throat doing all the work, her jaw muscles could rest. She imagined having a dick in her throat all the time, rubbing gently in and out. Well, there was Mark's dildo. She worked her mouth and felt the tightness. If she was going to keep doing this sort of thing she would have to figure out some tricks to stretch those muscles. It would be great if her jaw would just hang slack so dicks could go down her throat. She laughed at the idea of walking around with her mouth gaping open like some cocksucking zombie slut. Oh, the guys would love that idea for sure!
Strange though, with the lady and Mr. Aranowsky. He was the only guy who hadn't wanted to put his dick in her butt. She was starting to get a kick out of being used as a sex toy, but with them she had felt like a barely relevant accessory, and she was totally hotter than that other woman, too, and younger. She realized definitely liked attention. Eyes eating her up got her blood going. Playing second fiddle, not so much. But she'd done it for Arthur, and Arthur had done a lot for her, and a favor was a favor. And before that, being surrounded by so many dudes going crazy lusting after her - there she'd gotten attention. And anyway, that mixed taste of pussy and man cream, that was pretty cool, too. Did that mean she was bi because she liked semen mixed with pussy juice? Chloe kept rubbing the soap on. It took lots of lather to get all that dried cum off, and it took her forever to shampoo her hair. Lather, scrub, rinse, repeat. Over and over.
She started out of her revery a while later to some clinking and shuffling sounds outside of her apartment, wondering what it was. She realized she was squatting in the corner of her shower stall, sucking her thumb and rubbing her tits, rocking gently with all her weight on the bulb of Mark's dildo. Her clit chains rubbing on the shower floor. How long had she been down there? Next question: how long could she stay down before she had to start getting ready to go out? That dildo had gotten to feel pretty good in her asshole there and she really really liked those vibrations going up to her clitty from the little chains hitting the floor. She was barely sore up front anymore and she moaned at the prospect of finely getting her little love box stuffed. Damn, she was a horny slut. A hot horny slut.
She reached back with her left hand to the big red bulb. Maybe a little bit more ass fucking first. There was something kind of delicious about being stuffed in the back, and denying her pussy play one more time let her tell herself she had discipline. One more round in the butt, then it was all pussy. A good bye butt pounding. Alright, maybe just one more butt pounding before getting out of the shower.
She stood back up on her toes in her tall shoes to get a better purchase on the plastic intruder, feeling the warm spray of the shower come down on her back as she leaned forward against the shower wall. The old lady might be a bitch, but she did giver her good water pressure. Every time she pulled the rod out, the fat red head vibrated her tender rim, and slowly the vibration faded as she pushed the thing back in and squeezed. Relax, and grip, relax and grip. She was totally doing pilates. Jilling pilates. Her left hand pushed back on the back wall, just far enough so she could rub her erect nipples across the cold acrylic. She sped up in back, panting into the thrusts. She had plenty of time.... And plenty of time passed. To think, a week ago. Hell, two days ago, maybe less, she'd never imagine she could get herself off from pumping a big vibrator deep into her colon.
