The Firehouse

An Alaskan Doll Story

by MWTB

Copyright 2009 by MWTB

Donna had a dark side, a side that wanted to submit to the commands of a man who knew how to control her, knew how to handle her, knew how to tame her. She had dark fantasies, wants and needs that she didn't know how to handle. But she also had a light side, a side that loved volunteering, mentoring, helping people. It satisfied her knowing that she was doing something good to help people.

One of those good deeds was helping out in the annual 9/11 commemoration celebration. From even before September began, Donna prepared, making up baskets, baking up a storm, and then on 9/11, delivering those baskets to the local fire stations. This year she was even interviewed by the local television station about what she did. And this year, her worlds overlapped, dark bleeding into light.

She had been to a number of firehouses already, but when she walked into Station 10, one of the mechanics looked her over and said, "You know my mom."

"Yes, I do know your mom," Donna replied with a nervous blush. His mom ran parties that demonstrated and sold sex toys. Donna knew that she was blushing.

Donna talked to the firemen for a little bit, and presented them with the basket of treats that she had prepared. Then it was time for the group picture.

"Can everyone please stand in front of the fire truck so we can get a picture," Donna requested.

"With our shirts on or off?" one of the fireman asked.

Donna knew what she wanted the answer to be, but she just laughed and said, "If you want to take off your shirts, I will not object one little bit."

Another, older, fireman said, "If you take yours off, we will take ours off."

She looked over at her husband and knew that wasn't going to happen! They got a picture with all of their shirts on. But she wondered what would happen when she told X.

Station 10 was not only remembering the events of 9/11, but also remembering the service of one of its members on the day that he retired ... Donna talked to Harry about his pending retirement, asking if he as looking forward to it.

"It'll be OK," he told Donna. "My wife's a bush doctor."

Donna asked innocently, "Where in the bush of Alaska does she work?"

Harry looked at her and said, "She is a gynecologist."

The men got a sample of how beautifully Donna could blush as she turned about 50 shades of red while the guys were rolling with laughter. She tried to hide behind her husband, but that didn't work.

After finishing at Station 10, Donna visited another three firehouses, with far less embarrassment, to her great relief. Her embarrassment, however, was far from over.

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One night later in the week, Donna again approached Station 10. She was carrying another basket and she was far more nervous than last time. One of the mechanics looked up when she entered and asked, "Hey pretty lady, what are you doing back?"

"Um, I brought another basket," Donna said nervously. "Also, I wanted another picture."

"What was wrong with the last one?" the man asked.

Donna couldn't look at him in the eye as she said, "We were wearing our shirts."

He smiled broadly and yelled, "Hey guys!"

The rest of the men in the station filed in the room, and the smiling mechanic filled them in. "It seems this pretty lady wasn't kidding about a picture with our shirt's off, and she's asked if we could take a picture like that for her. If I understand correctly, she'll take her shirt off as well."

As he spoke, Donna glanced around the room from under half closed lashes. The men ran the gamut of ages, from barely out of their teens up to near retirement ages. They also covered many different body types, but because of their profession, they were all in pretty good shape. And there was something about firemen that just did it for Donna, regardless.

One of the men relieved her of the basket, while another took Donna's camera and set it up on a tripod. Donna heard the man who had taken the basket exclaim, "What the fuck?!"

She looked up and saw that he had opened the package, and was reading a note. That realization made her lower her head and blush even redder. She actually didn't know what was in the basket, or what the note said. "Damn X and my traitorous friends he uses as accomplices!" she thought to herself. She might not have known what was in the basket or the note, but she could guess the general drift. He wouldn't have sent her here for a simple social call.

"Guys, you have got to look at this!" the firefighter with the note insisted. The men all gathered around and passed the note to one another. Each one expressed surprise as they read it.

The captain turned to Donna and asked, "Do you know what this says, Missy?"

Donna shook her head.

"So its just a joke," he asked.

Donna shook her head again.

The captain walked over and handed Donna the note. She took it into her trembling hands and read the short note. It was short and simple, saying, "In gracious appreciation for the courageous service that you provide to this community, I am providing this Dolly to you for the night." It was signed with an X. Donna's breath caught in her throat.

"Is that serious?" the captain asked.

Donna nodded silently. She glanced up and gasped as she saw the contents of the basket. It was filled with condoms, lube, rope, dildos and even a flogger. She knew she was in for an interesting night.

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The first thing that the men did was to take the requested picture. The men all pulled their shirts off and looked at Donna expectantly. "Well, come on Dolly," the captain said. Donna shivered as he used X's pet name for her. It actually helped her continue, as it reminded her that she was just his Dolly. It was he that posed her, dressed her, and more importantly, undressed her, even if it were her hands doing it. She unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off, well aware of the fact that all she had left were her jeans and flip-flops.

"Come over here," the captain said and positioned Donna in the center of the shot. As they were waiting for the camera to flash, she felt the men on each side of her put their hands around her and squeeze her ass. She wondered if when she looked at the picture she would be able to see how far down her chest her blush extended.

"One more picture," the captain said. "But this time, without your pants, Dolly."

Donna just nodded, blushed and pushed down her pants. The firefighters seemed to appreciate her bare pussy. If only they knew that it was bare because two of her friends had come over and waxed her bare.

They lined up for the picture again. Donna felt the hands again, this time on her naked ass, caressing it lightly. After the camera flashed, one of the men came around and put his hands over her tits. There were eight men, and they were all looking at her hungrily. The guy in front of her picked her up and carried her, unsurprisingly in a fireman's carry, over to the couch. He put her down onto her feet and bent her the back of the couch.

"Someone get me the basket," he yelled. Donna closed her eyes, but she could hear the men gathering about, the tear of a wrapper, the jingle of pants falling to the floor, and then she felt it. Donna didn't know if the condom was lubricated, but she knew that it needn't have been; she was quite lubricated enough to do the job. She groaned deeply as the burly man pushed himself slowly into her. She hadn't seen what he was packing, but she could feel that he was quite well endowed.

He started thrusting back and forth, and all Donna could do was moan and enjoy it. Until, that is, she felt a hand curl up in her red hair. She opened her eyes to look at the captain as presented his cock to her mouth. She grabbed it with her hand and fed it into her mouth, running her tongue around it, taking in the manly, musky taste

The man behind her grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard, pushing her mouth further onto the cock with each thrust. The handsome fireman attached to the cock in her mouth appreciated how good his buddy was making Donna feel, as her moans vibrated through his rod.

The next hour was a blur for Donna. She ended it on the couch with cum dripping from body where the men had spooged on her. Most of the men had taken a crack at her, though there were a few attached ones that just observed.

One of the guys came over and said, "Let's get you cleaned up." He took her into a corner and hosed her off — luckily using a garden hose and not a high pressure one. She was still quite embarrassed having to stand in the corner with the good looking fireman watching the cum being washed off of her.

When she was done, one of the men who hadn't made use of her body approached her and asked, "Are you OK?"

"Oh, yes!" Donna breathed dreamily.

"So having a good time, then?" he asked with a smile.

Donna just nodded.

"Is it OK to use anything in the basket on you?" he asked.

She nodded, and then followed him as he beckoned her forward.

In the next fifteen minutes, he taught Donna to appreciate the ingenuity of firemen. He extended the ladder on the truck, and pulled out some excess firehouse. Donna watched him, unsure of what he was doing, as he looped the hoses around the ladder rungs and down to the ground. She remained curious until he had her lie on the floor across the hoses and tied her hands behind her back. Then, with the assistance of one of his buddies, he hoisted Donna into the air like she weighed nothing. She gasped in surprise as she realized that she was suspended and restrained.

The cute young fireman, however, was not done with her. He maneuvered the ladder again, closer to the wall, which set her swinging back and forth. Then he attached one of the dildos from the basket to a pipe which he attached to the wall. Donna couldn't see what he was doing, but she felt it when the ladder was adjusted again and the dildo penetrated her well-used pussy.

The way the devious man had Donna positioned, she could move herself on the dildo by pushing against the wall with her feet. She experimented a little, enjoying the feel of the fake cock moving in and out of her wet cunt.

Donna heard a "Wow" from below, and she realized she'd had her eyes screwed shut. She opened them and saw all the men congregated below her, watching her getting herself off on the dildo. The thought of what they were seeing humiliated the insatiable slut, and that made her flex her legs harder, swinging her forward and back, fucking herself harder and harder with the glistening rubber dong.

She was breathing heavily, getting close to cumming, when she kicked just a little too hard and dislodged the prong from her twat. "Nooooo!" she cried as she thrust and pushed, trying to get it back into her. Her inventive friend looked like he was going to go back up the stepladder and help her out when her foot slipped from the wall, and the moist rubber dildo slipped unintentionally deep into her ass.

Donna's eyes flew open, and she saw a look of concern on a few faces, but those looks quickly changed as she howled in orgasm. She quickly got her feet back on the wall and started rocking herself up and down on the fake cock, fucking her ass with greater speed and then locking up in her biggest orgasm of the night.

"Damn!" she heard muttered from below, followed by murmurs of agreement.

"You need to get her down here right now," the captain said, stroking his cock with his hand. Her handy friend clambered up and removed the toy from her ass, then lowered her to the ground. The captain pulled her over to the couch, and was quickly embedded deep into her ass. Knowing that was an available hole got many of the men excited again, though there some of them still preferred her pussy. It took another hour before they were all finished with her, leaving her with a well used feeling in her ass, pussy and throat.

"How are you getting home?" the captain asked.

"I have to call my friend," Donna replied.

As she called Victoria, the firemen looked for her clothing, however they had gotten wet and were unwearable. When Vic picked her up in front of the station, she was wearing only a blanket. As she slumped in the passenger seat while her friend drove away, Vic looked over at her and said, "Damn, you look satisfied. Maybe next time I'll go in with you."

"Uh, uh," Donna replied with a tired smile. "All for me!"

The End