Shy... (12 page)

Joan Moundrammer's shop became rather busy as zero hour
approached. Toys were being rushed this way and that way. The place was alive
with excitement and preparation. And apparently, so was Mrs. Moundrammer’s
tasty treat – as in the middle of this hustle and bustle, I received a missive
from the ol’ gal asking me to come right away (rare for her…).

Into the evaluation chamber I went just as requested, already full
sized below the waist.

“Mrs. Moundrammer?” I shouted, undoing my pants with eagerness.

“Back here,” she called from one of the adjacent rooms.

I ran to the sound as fast as my little legs would carry me.
Things needed to progress quickly, I needed it badly today. And upon rounding the
corner, my jaw dropped, as the sight nearly knocked me flat on my back…

“Mmm, Toysin how I’ve missed you,” said the sexpot.

And there she was, on all fours, bent over on the side table with
her ass high in the air – one hand pulling her panties to the side already. She
didn’t need to invite me this time. I knew the drill... and just where to
drill.

“Well,” she said, “Get to it!”

Not a second later I had my love lance stripped, licked, and
inserted… Evidently the rush season excites Mrs. Moundrammer more than usual,
as her delights were absolutely drenched. I could scarcely feel a thing, with
no friction to be had. She kept groaning and forcing me to let her lick the
southern pole, soaking up a bit of the wetness before implanting it in the holiday
ham once again. I loved the sight of Mrs. Moundrammer removing her own juices
from the dipping spoon of mine.

Back and forth we went. Again and again. Over and over. Things
heated in an unusually passionate fashion – much more so than I had ever known her
to do. Something must have been turning her on extra good today! Shouting out
all sorts of innuendo and sordid references which I had no idea of their
meaning. Still, I played along... so long as my girthy shaft received its just
reward!

And suddenly I heard it.

Jig-jick.

The sound of a nearby door unlocking! I glanced all around me to
spot where it came from. Mrs. Moundrammer’s head shot upright at the noise
(causing her bouncing booty to halt).

“What is it?” I squeaked.

“Shhh!” she barked.

Then we saw it, both her and I together, we saw the doorknob over
to the right. It turned slowly, in a tortuously frightening manner… as the door
swung open and there appeared…

***

“What is the meaning of this, Margo!” Jonah Moundrammer shouted at
the top of his lungs. His entire body shaking with agitation. There he was, the
Big Moundrammer himself, standing in the doorway – decked out in his finest
suit, wearing a look on his face that sent shivers down my spine. I saw the
disbelief rush over his eyes… but strangely, the lusty twinkle remained.

“Mrs. Moundrammer! I’m shocked!” he bellowed. Then he glanced at
me. “Is that, is that the little lad we—“ Jonah stormed forward, reaching
downward.

I would have run from the room, but two things prevented me from
doing so: Both my desire to stay inside the sensuous Mrs. Moundrammer… and her
two hands gripping my arms, holding me still. And I wish I could say
differently, but I must admit that while all of this took place, I continued
pumping deep inside Mr. Moundrammer's wife, right as he looked on. The sloppy
noise echoing throughout the room. Not my proudest moment... but one of the
best!

“Unbelievable!” Mr. Moundrammer uttered, still shaking with fury.
He charged forward. Here I thought he might kill me with a single blow… but as
I closed my eyes and turned my face to the side for whatever protection it
would provide… I didn’t feel a punch or a kick or a wallop. Instead I heard the
loosening of his belt! And when I dared to peer at him again, yes, it was true!
The
big
man had removed his belt and was in the process of peeling off
his trousers!

“You’re doing it all wrong,” he cackled with a wink. “Here – uh,
Tinkerbottoms was it?”

I nodded, disbelievingly.

“Go like this – let me see your hand. Yes, good. Now grab her on
the wrist. Feels good doesn’t it?”

More nodding.

“Now you can use her body for leverage to pull your southern pole
in harder. She loves it that way,” Jonah laughed, again with a wink – I stared
on, unblinkingly. “Don’t you, Margo?”

And there I found myself… penetrating Mrs. Moundrammer, with her
husband, Jonah (THE MR. MOUNDRAMMER, HIMSELF!) standing there cheering me on,
offering pointers and even slapping her rump once or twice. The only awkward
moment came about when he, in a fit of mania I suppose, smacked my tail!

Suddenly, several minutes later, Jonah broke from his lascivious
trance and reached down, taking hold of his wife’s bottom cheeks, spreading
them far apart.

“Did she use the baker line on you, boy?” He giggled. “Such a
wonder, this woman!”

He then rammed her ass into my hips – forcing the full extent of
my mirthful dipping spoon back into the heated dough – it nearly blew my mind. Again
and again he did this. I became amazed at how well Mrs. Moundrammer endured the
punishment. Even I myself began to experience the soreness in my bones from
such force. But thankfully it was not to last much longer, as the horny boss
quickly released his hands. He was now stripped naked with his own, extremely
stout staff, exposed for me to see. I never knew packages could be created so
large. But he was, after all, the master of packages and gift giving. It looked
like Mrs. Moundrammer was about to receive a
big
present!

Mr. Moundrammer stepped around to the front of his wife.

“I look forward to this every year, Tinkertons!” He laughed,
reaching down to locate his wife’s jaw. “It’s not opening day without a good
ol’ naughty spit roast, is it Margo!”

“No, no it isn’t, daddy,” she replied with a happy expression.

The large employer spread her mouth open wide and rammed his treat
inside! All that would fit, anyway. I heard the sounds of gagging, like someone
choking, trying to shove too much popsicle into their mouth all at once. And
again, I may be ashamed to admit this, but the noise coming from Mrs.
Moundrammer only served to further my excitement. I only wished it were me
inside her mouth causing the spit to drip out. Instead I was to be made content
with her sumptuous, thick, meaty rump and the constant leaking of her liquids.

“Don’t look so glum, lad!” He chuckled – Jonah must have seen the
look on my face as I stared forward. “We can switch in a moment.”

Now I too smiled and chuckled.

***

The night continued on in this passionate orgy. I on one end, my
boss on the other, and Mrs. Moundrammer filled from sides! The Moundrammer's
were in a fit of passion – the likes of which I'd never seen before, or
since... Yet, he did remain true to his promise. We must have swapped back and
forth at least half a dozen times. Mrs. Moundrammer never complained or asked
for a break – quite the contrary actually, she only begged for more.
Demanded
more. She
ordered
us to give her more!

The woman was insatiable. I loved it… although something told me
perhaps not quite as much as she did, try as I might.

And during the midst of all this lewdness, we somehow managed to
hear the sharp whistle blaring out over the intercom.

“Goodness me, Margo!” Jonah said, growing white in the face. “Is
it time already!”

“Sounds like it,” Mrs. Moundrammer replied. “You’d best hurry up
and finish or you’ll be late for the big opening.”

“Oh, he's made a big opening right here...” I muttered, laughing
slightly.

Ah yes, the final delivery warning whistle. Tonight was the big
night, wasn’t it? And in more ways than one for me!

“Swap me places, Tinkerboy,” Moundrammer moaned frantically as he
scrambled around to the rear-end of his wife, pants still stuck around his
ankles. “I finish faster this way. Just be sure to hold her steady so she
doesn’t go flying,” more belly laughter.

Mrs. Moundrammer took me in her mouth as I felt the ground begin
to shake with each thrust from her sizable husband. We began sliding along the
ground – forcing me to dig my feet into the floor, inadvertently driving my
southern pole deeper down the throat of Jonah's wife! And here, oh thank
heavens, I heard those salacious gags I so desperately longed for. Oh my, how
arousing they were! Her lips went to work as expertly as always. I felt myself
losing control and knew the time was near…

“Right there…” The big man groaned, just as I heard myself utter
the same.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

He rammed against her with ever increasing force as the low
grumble emanated from his beard and he shouted…

“MAAAAAAIR-REEEE OOOOOPENNNNING …Oh it’s gonna be a glorious
explosion for you alright, Margo!”

The eruption from his massive mallet caused a heavy rumble – just
as I fired my special frosting down Mrs. Moundrammer’ gullet. She gagged and
moaned, moaned and gag all at once, being filled and stuffed from both ends. I
felt her teeth clamp down ever so lightly on my stiff sword as her eyes closed
with delight. And after I had emptied the entire contents of my container in
her, I attempted to pull out, but her hand instantly shot up and took hold of
my pulsating rolling pin. She refused to let me withdraw! Now the eyes were
opening and staring up mischievously at me… Her thumb went to work, squeezing
out the final drops and then, only then, was I allowed to extract the red and
raw, yet supremely satisfied southern pole.

Jonah Moundrammer stood on the opposite side of her, pulling up
his pants with haste, like an embarrassed college lad trying to exit the scene
of his shame.

“You know,” he began, “Since you did so well here Tinkertots, I’ve
got a little proposition for you!”

***

The room smelled of sex and debauchery – oh so perfect! Mrs.
Moundrammer put her dress back on, and evidently not totally content, began
rubbing her own nipples while giving me a look of pure sex. I wasn’t sure what
to make of this…

The hefty arm of Mr. Moundrammer found itself wrapped around my
tiny shoulders. The grand opening would be upon us soon. All those little eager
customers were counting on him to deliver these highly sought after items! And
yet all this stalling.

“As I said, uhh Tinkerbottoms! That’s right, Tinkerbottoms – since
you did so well, I’d like to make you a proposition. How’s that sound?”

“Uhh, great Mr. Moundrammer!” I gushed, not knowing what he had in
store for me.

“It’s a rare request, keep in mind. Not just anyone gets asked to
do this. But I feel you can handle the job,” he winked at his wife before
redirecting that twinkling eye of his back to my face. “How would you like to
be… My personal assistant!”

I nearly fainted…. Mr. Moundrammer's personal assistant?! I’d only
heard of this in storybooks! I wasn’t even sure it existed.

“Well Mr. Moundrammer… I’d like to, but… I’m not sure what the job
all entails,” now I winked at Mrs. Moundrammer. She licked her lips, running a
hand through the impressive cleavage and down to her naughty bits.

“Oh come now, Tinkerbottoms!”

“Already did that, sir,” and we both laughed. “Okay, you’ve
convinced me. I accept!”

“Wise choice, my not so little assistant!”

“I think so too,” Mrs. Moundrammer intoned.

“Good, then it is settled!” Jonah laughed. “Now, I must be off to
deliver these valuable toys to the people of the world! Being a billionaire
isn't easy, you know! Now, Mrs. Moundrammer will instruct you on your first
order of business as our personal assistant. Though I imagine she has already
taught you more than a few of the required tasks...”

Winks all around. And with that Mr. Moundrammer was out the door.

***