Page 55 of Good Girl

He doesn’t waste a single second, undoing his pants as he stands, cock already hard as he kneels behind my toy.

“Remember, no fucking the ass. I don’t want to ruin it. Would hate to have to buy a new one so soon after getting this one.” I glance toward Darcy, warning him off directly. “Especially you.”

There is a hoarse male groan from Xavier’s direction as Darcy’s eyebrows shoot up. “I heard you the first time.”

“Just making sure.”

Xavier has started up a steady pace, with both hands clutching the globes of the ass cheeks, fingers digging in to gain leverage. The vibrator is glistening wet where it rests on the open space of the wedge pillow next to the toy, indicating the toy was well and truly warmed up before he started using it. When the action onthe screen builds again, he slows down, his thrusts turning lazy as he redirects his attention to the movie.

Randomly, he thrusts viciously into the toy, making it jolt, but mostly, he is watching the movie. I go back to concentrating on the screen, heat and need bubbling under my skin. There is no need to supervise the use of my toy. My friends won’t break it.

The sound of gunfire quietens as the robbers contain the bank, quickly replaced by the sounds of the hostages sobbing quietly. Xavier picks up speed again. His skin claps against the fuck toy, and I enjoy the harsh sound.

“F-fuck me harder.”

I glance at the toy. “That was quick, must be your piercing. Don’t let it come too soon, otherwise it’ll need to go into cool-down mode and get tight again.”

Xavier grunts in acknowledgement and slows down. He pulls almost all the way out, just leaving the top inch inside the toy, and ruts back and forth, allowing his piercing to rub at the entrance.

My pants have become uncomfortably fucking tight, and with a sideways look at Darcy and Derek, I can see that Darcy has joined Derek in the jeans-undone-and-cock-out department. Raising my hips, I make myself some room, and as soon as the buttons are undone, I can breathe a little easier. The cool air of the apartment does nothing to reduce my need. If anything, having my cock out makes me want to devour my toy even more.

It doesn’t take long for Xavier to start up. Just as the toy begs to be fucked harder for a second time, he plunges in deep, ass cheeks clenching and back going taut. He lazily thrusts a few more times before pulling out.

Using the ass cheek of the toy, he wipes the underside of his cock clean.

“How was it?” I ask and give my own cock a stroke, trying to ease some of the pressure building in my balls. “As good as a real pussy, right?”

“Better. Might need to get myself one.” Xavier plays with the pussy hole, slipping his fingers in and around, stretching it open, before playing with the clit. He pinches and tugs at it. “What did the manufacturer say about piercings? Will it compromise the quality?”

He pinches the clit on the toy and tugs at it. The sensors must like that, because the toy gives a little jiggle and starts to make moaning noises.

“Yeah, it encouraged piercings, actually. The material can also handle wax, ropes, blade cuts—but you will need to buy the kit to repair those—and it even has a flogger response that causes the skin to pinken like a real sub,” I respond in answer to his question.

Xavier has continued to play with the clit, but makes a noise of acknowledgement and picks up the vibrator with his free hand. “Do I need to put this back in?”

“Please, give me your cock. Please.”

I eye the toy. “No, I don’t think so. Sounds like it wants to come. Let it cool down for a minute, then someone else can play with it.”

Xavier nods, drops the vibrator, and stands up to fix his pants before taking a seat next to me on the couch again. His body relaxes into the cushions like he fucked all of his tension out. His eyes are pinned to the TV, and he mutters, “That won’t fucking work.”

I glance at the movie and watch as one of the robbers uses a blowtorch to try and get into the bank’s vault. Opening my mouth, I start to form words to question him, but then decide, I don’t care how he knows that won’t work.

Sometimes it’s best not to ask.

I focus on the toy, trying to gauge if it's ready for one of my friends, but notice that the pussy opening is clenching periodically. Not cool enough yet. Or has it overheated?

I get up and go around to the head, which is hanging off the edge of the pillow. Careful not to step on the papers and pencils, I take a handful of the hair near the base of the neck and lift it until I can see the toy’s face. Cheeks stained red, mouth parted, and pupils almost as wide as the irises. Not overheated, but close.

Deciding to use the mouth a little, I kneel and drop the head down until my cock slips past the lips. Instant wet heat engulfs my entire shaft, and I fight the urge to fuck straight into it, instead continuing to slowly lower the head until there is resistance and the toy jerks in my grip.

Pulling back, I casually fuck the mouth, luxuriating in the feel of the tongue on the underside. The toy makes some amazing gagging and choking noises that threaten to drag my orgasm out of me, so I pull all the way out and drop the head back down.

I stand up and look down at the toy, brown hair a disarray, skirt flipped up along its lower back, drying cum on her ass cheek, and wet pussy displayed to the room.

Best fucking purchase I have ever made.

Chapter 28

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