Page 97 of Hired Help

“You want to choke on a cock again?” Daegan asks, humming while I struggle to find an answer.

Then I couldn’t respond if I wanted to. Harrison’s fingers hold my forehead back, hold it steady while the large rubber tip is inserted into my mouth, sliding over my tongue, hitting against the back of my throat and there’s more, still so much more to go.

“Fuck you take that so well, sweetheart,” a voice whispers and it croaks with so much raw lust that I can’t identify if it’s father or son.

The blindfold captures most of my tears as my eyes water, my mouth producing a torrential rain of slobber as the fake cock pierces deeper into my throat.

“That’s it. Get it all lubed up for yourself. Feel how deep it goes because that’s how deep it’s going to ram into your pussy.”

An electric shock of arousal makes my mouth water, my cunt water. I snuffle in a breath through my stuffy nose a second before the press of the rubber cock chokes off the luxury of air.

I’m ready to come and all that’s happened is a rubber shlong got jammed in my mouth.

“There you go,” Daegan says, withdrawing it and moving to the other side of the bed.

I hear the rattle of metal and wood behind while Harrison remains in front of me. He gently wipes the stream of saliva from my face, then sheds his clothes. When he next touches me, it’s with his cock, resting it against my cheek, letting me feel the pulse of blood as it fills, as it grows thicker and taller, the veins so prominent I can pick them out as he shifts, and the silky skin moves to rub against my lips.

“Harrison, you’re in control.”

A gasp comes from me as Daegan spreads the lips of my pussy wide. His finger slips inside me, curling against my walls, teasing at my entrance before he withdraws, and I hear him suck me from his rough calluses.

Then another tip touches against my most sensitive skin. The rubber stretches me wide, then stretches me again. There’s an increase of pressure against me for a moment, then weight is on the bed, tilting me sideways. Daegan’s fingers grab my upper thighs on each side, drawing them farther apart, completely exposing my pussy to the savage length of the dildo affixed to the machine.

“Are you ready?” Daegan whispers and I don’t know how to answer. A muffled groan is the best I can manage as I press my head into Harrison’s hip, sticking my tongue out to keep track of his cock.

The long slide of the dildo into my cunt raises the hairs on my skin, blood pulsating where it’s needed until my entire pussy throbs with the overload of sensations. It keeps coming, more and more of it. Just when I think it’s at the end, there’s another wriggle, as it plunges farther into me, until the stretch edges into the realm of pain.

“That’s the limit,” Harrison whispers. “For now. You want more, you can push backwards, show me how much you can take.”

Right now, I can’t. I’m so full and the firmness is unrelenting. Just as I move, to wriggle, to lessen the sensation, the fake cock begins its withdrawal, the steady retreat setting off a new flurry of ecstasy, Harrison shoving my head back down flush against the mattress as he reverses the machine, sending it plunging into me again, stopping at the same point, the grip of Daegan’s fingers holding me wide open adding another layer of joy even as it edges into pain.

Harrison must be reading me, paying attention to each squirming motion, learning when to press forward, when to retreat, when to increase the speed until I release a steady cry to offset the overwhelming rush of pleasure and pain.

He learns something new with each changed setting on the remote; urging me towards orgasm then snatching it away.

It’s so good, I weep, needing another outlet. The change from the boy I couldn’t convince to hurt me even when I explicitly asked is a revelation. He goes from apprentice through to master, controlling me with expert precision.

“The machine’s getting all the fun,” Harrison grumbles, then he grabs a handful of my hair with his free hand, tilting my neck back. “Open your mouth for me. I’ve got a present I’ve been saving just for you.”

And my mouth gapes open, tongue lunging forward, trying to reach him, taste him, before the command has time to settle in the air. “Here,” he says, and he must have tossed the remote to his father because only one hand holds my thigh now while two strong hands grip my head.

“That’s it, angel. Hold your head still and keep that mouth wide open for me.” One hand disappears a moment before the head of his cock rubs against my lips.

I try to suck him inside, but he laughs, letting the thrust of the machine move me forward and back, forward and back. “Stop trying to run things or we’ll both go, leaving this machine turned up to its maximum. How would you like that, hm? We’ll go fetch a coffee, have a snack, then come back when this machine has fucked you absolutely raw. Would that be a good lesson?”

“Yes.”

A smack hits against my arse cheek, Daegan’s warning growl an accompaniment to the sharp crack.

“No,” I whine, changing tack. “I meant to say no. Please don’t leave me with this machine fucking me far better and far harder than you ever could.”

“Your fucking lip,” Harrison says, rubbing his tip over the feature in question, releasing a salty jus appetiser. “Always talking back. Well, I’ve got a cure for that.”

And he shoves his cock deep into me, holding my face steady as he plunges in and out. Then he thrusts inside and holds there as tears cascade from under my blindfold, as my chest heaves, as my lungs pull against the intrusion, suctioning him farther into my mouth.

“You can take more, can’t you, Brooke?” One of his hands slips to the back of my head, forcing me forward as his hips thrust again.

I can’t breathe, my ears whine with the lack of oxygen. My wrists pull hard against my restraints, unable to budge them a millimetre, as the fake cock mechanically surges in and out of my pussy and Harrison jams himself deeper into my throat.

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