“You always said you loved stationery kitten…”
Pens were being fed into your cunt. One by one. The box held 25.
The first one was the worst, wasn’t it? Your cunt was already so wet, so open to something better, bigger, than the business end of a ballpoint pen. It was so small inside your walls you couldn’t help another rush thinking about what a needy, empty cunt you had, your hips bucking against the single pen – blue, for poetry’s sake. The second one didn’t do much to help, only driving home the point that you needed something much, much bigger inside. Be patient princess, soon you’ll be full.
“You told me you were going to write me stories about what a dumb-” the third pen slid in without resistence.
“Useless.” Four, now.
“Slut. You. Are.” Five, six, seven. Finally, your cunt stopped aching for cock and your dumb little moans slow down. Your breath is heavier, starting to be satisfied. Just a few minutes before you had been putting on a nice shirt, but only a nice shirt, working from home made pants a lot more flexible. One of the benefits I appreciated, even if you did have to be at that meeting in fifteen minutes.
You have been doing such a good job keeping your legs open for me, but I’m worried I can’t trust you. Such useless whores can’t keep control of their legs, so I’ll just tie them to your desk chair for you sweetheart. I don’t want you to hurt yourself while I make you feel so good.
“I’ll give you a choice kitten, you can sit there while I fill you up with as many pens as your pretty” eight “little” nine “pussy” ten “can handle… or I can tie your hands as well and fuck your face until your makeup makes it clear what you’ve been doing. Whichever you ask for, you won’t be leaving that chair until you’re done with work.”
Your whole body is tense now and bristling with goosebumps, but your knees fall further apart. It’s already almost eleven, you’ll be done before three… how many pens could I possibly plan on fitting inside you? There are already ten, and the flood from your cunt is pushing them out more and more every second.
“I’ll take the pens.” Finally. Good girl. But first, we’re going to make sure that you stay a good girl. Grabbing the pens I lean my palm into your clit and your body jumps up as high as the ankle binding will allow.
“Such an obedient whore for me, I’m just going to put a pillow here for you. I don’t want anything in and out of your cunt without my permission.” The pillow you use for back pain is being repositioned, for a different kind of pain by the end of the day. With the pillow in place underneath you, between your legs and holding the pens in place, your knees aren’t as open and excited. A few more ropes fix that, leaving your cunt on display for me.
“Are you going to be good for me kitten, or do you need some encouragement?” I ask. Your eyes dart back and forth, chewing on your lipstick – already done, too late now – wondering if I planned on being nice today. Of course I’ll be nice my little slut, you always enjoy your punishments. You’re taking too long to decide, and I encourage you with a slap across your face.
“Don’t make me spank your pussy baby, I’m going to stuff you before your meeting and you don’t want me to rush do you?” your head is shaking, just like your legs. No encouragement then. I grab another pen and push it into your mouth, letting you swirl the plastic on your tongue before positioning it in the center of the pens already stretching you wide. You’re so needy, every pen so far has brought out moans. I skip your mouth with the next one, driving it into the center without pausing, and only hear another satisfied moan.
Such a whore, getting off on being fucked with something as common as a pen. Every time you write notes now I want you to remember being tied open like a slut and fucked like you’re nothing more than a desk for me to store things in. Your hands are starting to get unmanageable though, I think it’s best I tie them to the chair too. I’ll let your hands go when you have to work, kitten.
I click the next pen and take a moment to write slut on your thighs before positioning it low in your cunt, stretching you down as I push it inside you. You’re rocking back and forth, unable to stop grinding on whatever is inside you, and I plan on fucking you with far more than a dozen. Grabbing three more this time I slide them into your mouth, pushing further, pulling them in and out and watching your spit coat them. I said I would be nice, so all three slide easily into the center of the mass of pens and your moans start sounding a little less pleased.
“Oh no kitten, is your pussy starting to get tight? Most sluts don’t need fifteen of anything to keep them satisfied, but you’re a needy little cunt, aren’t you?” I’d never leave my slut wanting, and from the sounds of your moaning, you need more. You did such a good job taking three last time, I’m sure you can do more. With five pens, I drum on your clit, sending down light smacks that make you scream.
I don’t need to gag your mouth, but if you can’t be good, I’ll have to. Quiet down now kitten and relax, your cunt was made to take whatever I want to put inside it. See, I just eased in two, three, four more now. Such a good little slut. Can you take the whole box baby? There’s only six more.”
I know I said your makeup would be safe, but that was only from my cock. I can’t help it if you cry while I remind you what you’re here for. To be used in any way I want, the way needy little cocksluts are meant to be. You can have your hands back as soon as you find a place for the rest of my pens. Lean back just a little now and let me between your legs. I want to taste your cunt when it’s working so hard. Good girl, you taste so good.
I can tell how much you love this, you need to be reminded who’s cunt this is sometimes. With the next pens I write “whore”, “free use” and “useless.” They weren’t as easy, maybe because even the pillow couldn’t keep your hips still. Another slap to the face slows you down, and your breath is slower as I plug you full of twenty three pens. Your poor cunt is a bouquet now, and every other pen I pause to push them all deeper, to keep them all buried.
“Only two more, my good little slut.” I whisper in your ear, wrapping a hand around your throat as I ease one more inside you, keeping them all down the center now like I’m boiling a frog in cool water. You’re doing so well sweetheart, “such a well behaved cunt” my hand and your cunt tighten as the last pen enters you. Tears are rolling down your face, ruining your work eyes. I untie your hands and knees, but bring your knees together and tie them again.
“It’s only a few hours, and you’ve been such a good girl. I’ll let you get to work now.”
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