Synopsis: Oil tycoon Theo Harrison has it all—boats, jets, and massive properties around the world. He spends most of his time, however, residing at his Dubai-based complex. Not only is it his largest and most technically advanced abode, but it also features a uniquely skilled staff of 12 stunningly beautiful women, each dedicated solely to keeping Theo sexually content at all times. To maximize efficiency and proficiency, each woman is responsible for a specific room—and thereby, a specific part of Theo's day. These are the stories of the Dubai Dozen, room by room (or vehicle).

Previously: Chapter 4: Training with the Twins

Chapter 5: The Commute with Mallory

Mallory feels the driver door opening to the car, and takes her final gasp of clean air for the next 20 minutes or so. Her head is encased in the driver's seat, much like Amy's was in the mattress. The rest of her body extends into the heavily modified backseat where her torso and legs are tightly bound to the shell of the sports car, causing her to feel every bump and vibration to the core of her slight skeleton.

This is nothing, however, compared to what's happening between her legs. An industrial-grade fucking machine is also drilled into the car's frame, and its piston sports a massive 11-inch dildo lined up with Mallory's pussy. Although there's no need to make things tighter for the 4-inch-diameter dildo, an inflatable butt plug ensures that Mallory feels every ridge and bump on the silicon impaler.

As Theo sits down heavily onto the custom racing seat—and Mallory's face—his sweaty balls plop onto her forehead. As ordered, she has her tongue sticking straight up and is eating his ass before he even fastens his seat belt. Unlike Amy's mattress encasement, Mallory's arms and shoulders are free, and she reaches blindly up and around Theo's thighs to begin massaging his already-throbbing dick. "The poor twins," she thinks to herself. "When he's this hard, he's usually really gone to town on them..."

With the push of a button, the V8 engine comes to life with a deafening roar. And with it, so too does the fucking machine. A one-of-a-kind modification runs an extra belt from the car's transmission directly to the gearbox between Mallory's legs. The nearly-foot-long dick just about splits her in half, shoving through her ovaries with more horsepower than most mopeds. Theo's ass muffles her screams, and her hands clench his dick so hard he nearly cums. And this is just with the engine idling...

Before shifting into gear, Theo gives the engine a few revs, and the fucking machine blasts into Mallory even harder. Her white knuckles around his shaft relax a bit as he eases off the throttle, but quickly tighten again as he pumps the brake. Thanks to a modification to the hydraulic braking system, pushing the pedal to the floor inflates her butt plug to the size of a softball. This creates so much pressure in her stretched pussy that Theo can actually feel his seat rocking slightly with the fucking machine impaling her pussy. And of course, he can feel Mallory's sobs through the quivering tongue still buried in is asshole. With a smile, he throws the car into first, and shoots out of the garage.

About 10 minutes into the commute, Theo hits heavy traffic, but relishes the effect that the stop-and-go has on his passenger. Gas, brake, gas, brake... Even over the music, he can hear the queefs from the massive dildo. Although Mallory endures this everyday, he makes sure that both of her holes get regular botox to stay tight (and painful). While waiting at a red light, a favorite song of his comes on, and he starts pumping the brake to the beat. He can't help but smile as Mallory's muffled screams match up with the rhythm as well.

He pulls into his parking space at work, but spends a few minutes with the engine idling while he responds to a few texts. Mallory's tongue and hands desperately try to perform their duties, but pain and fatigue are taking their toll. When he feels her tongue recede for a moment, he decides to punish her: he pushes his left foot all the way down on the brake, and his right all the way down on the gas. The fucking machine roars as loud as plane propellor, and there's not enough lube in the world to make this survivable. Even through the seat, he can feel Mallory's back arch, and her screams are probably audible outside the car. After about 10 seconds, her body goes limp, and Theo lets off the pedals. "She lasted a bit longer than usual," Theo notes. "She's definitely going to need some extra botox tonight."