Chapter 7
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Typhos
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Pulling out at the last second
Linda sagged against the frame, her cunt dripping from the strangers cum down her thighs, her tits bruised from scraping the wood. She was wrecked, but not freed. Still stuck. Still bare. Still on display.
Her body screamed for release, for touch, for cock. She was a mess of shame and lust, her arms pinned inside, her ass waving like bait. She should have been sobbing, instead, she moaned weakly, praying someone else would come.
And then the rumble started. Engines. Male voices. The scrape of metal pipes on a truck.
Her heart lurched.
The builders.
She remembered, too late, a team of construction workers had been hired by the council to repave the road just beyond her garden wall. Now the sound of their boots crunched closer, their laughter spilling across the yard.
“Oi, lads,” one called. “What the fuck is that?”
A pause. Then laughter.
“No way. No fucking way.”
Gravel crunched, footsteps closing in. A wolf whistle split the air.
Linda’s skin burned. Her body trembled violently, her pussy slickening even more. She wanted to vanish, but she also wanted them to see. To use. To take.
One voice, thick with a cockney accent, growled low behind her.
“Boys, it’s our lucky fucking day. Someone left us a treat.”
Linda whimpered. “Please… I’m stuck…”
A hand slapped her ass hard, then another. Big, rough hands roamed across her hips, her back, her tits swinging free beneath her.
“She’s wedged good, innit?” one laughed. “Like a roast on the spit.”
Click. Click. Phones. Cameras. They were recording her. Capturing every filthy detail of her bare ass, her glistening slit, her tits dragging against the door.
“She’s wet as fuck,” one murmured, spreading her with blunt fingers. “Jesus Christ, she’s dripping down her legs.”
Linda moaned, humiliation flooding her veins. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to.
“Please…” she whispered. “Please use me.”
That was all the invitation they needed.
One man shoved his thick cock between her lips, ramming it deep into her cunt.
“Good slut,” he growled. “Stuck like a bitch in heat and still hungry for cock.”
The cock behind her slammed into her pussy, his hips brutal, his grunts echoing in the hot air.
Another worker crouched beneath her swinging tits, grabbing them like meat, sucking her nipples, biting down until she screamed.
It became chaos — hands everywhere, tugging the last of her clothes off, pinching her nipples, spreading her wider. Her cunt was pounded relentlessly, juices spraying with every thrust, fucked raw, spit and drool pouring down her chin inside her house.
One of the men asked, "Are you really stuck or just fucking about"
Linda called out "yes I am stuck push me through"
Rough hands pulled her hips back and she fell back out of the dog door landing on the dick impaling her
Her face beamed red "Why didn't I think of that"
The men laughed, shouted, egged each other on, and a cock was introduced to her mouth, Linda sucked hard, rewarding her heros.
One pulled out and shoved into her ass without warning. Linda screamed, her whole body seizing, but the sensation was molten, unbearable, and her pussy gushed as her ass was split wide.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” the man grunted, his thrusts savage. “Like a vice grip.”
Her mind melted, her body breaking open under them. She was nothing but holes, a cunt and a mouth and an ass to be used. And she loved it.
Her orgasms came one after another, violent, wracking, until she sobbed for mercy — but still she begged for more.
They came on her tits, her face, her back. They filled her cunt, her ass, her throat, one after another, until she was dripping with cum, her skin sticky, her holes leaking, her body trembling like a rag doll.
Finally, laughing and panting, they zipped up, slapping her ass one last time.
“Thanks, love,” one said. “Best tea break we’ve had all year.”
And then they left, their laughter echoing down the garden, leaving Linda ruined, dripping, utterly spent and loving it
"Now how do I get in my house" she said out loud ready to try and push herself back in through the dog door.
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Linda's Adventures
a life without panties
Linda is a middle class, middle aged English lady who hates the feeling of any clothing touch her between the legs.
Updated on Sep 27, 2025
by Typhos
Created on Feb 13, 2025
by Typhos
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