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Viper's Fuck Toy

My core is hot and heavy, and my clit aches. But I don’t move. I can’t. I’m nothing but Viper’s toy, lying here, ready for his friends to use me.

Nothing but a hole for them to fuck.

A sex doll.

Viper’s fuck toy.

Chapter 29

Derek

Emery’s open and wet pussy is aimed directly at me. It glistens under the changing light from the TV, and there are fresh red marks over my dulled ones, from where Xavier gripped the still tender skin of her ass.

She has relaxed back into her pillows with her ass in the air, and I am fighting the desperate hunger curled tightly within me.My cock has been hard for over an hour, and I need to bury it in the wet heat of her pussy before my balls explode. I need to hear her beg to be allowed to come. I need her sobbing with her own desire. Desperate.

I need her pleasure to turn to pain and back again.

Emery was perfect during my scene earlier today. I would have drawn it out even longer if it wasn’t the first time she felt the strands of a flogger. By the end, when she had been floating, cum streaming down the backs of her thighs and skin reddened with hundreds of thin raised lines, I was ready to kneel for her.

And now? I look over to Hudson and study him as he stares at his little fuck toy on the floor. He’s feeling it too. The car ride today, as much as that was to give Emery her pleasure before our time started, was also for him to test her.

Would she let him push her beyond her limits to reach that place where pleasure burns white hot? Fuck, yes, she had.

And now? This free-use-dollification scene is something I know he has tried in the past—not this exact scenario, but similar. The women have always balked for varying reasons, but mostly, they don’t enjoy the humiliation or objectification.

But Emery? With the beginnings of her own cum smeared around her entrance, I would say that she is loving this.

This tiny wisp of a girl is blowing through all our walls like they are made of paper, and I don’t even fucking care.

The couch shifts next to me, and Darcy leans forward, bracing his arms on his knees. “Do you think it’s cooled down enough yet?”

Hudson leans forward himself and plunges two fingers into Emery, and to her credit, she barely flinches. She does spread her thighs wider, however. He plunges his fingers in and out several times before replying. “Yeah, I think you’re good to go.”

Hudson wipes the front and backs of his fingers against cheek that doesn’t have dried cum, on it, leaving a new wet patch ofskin, and then gets comfortable on the couch again as Darcy stands. He kneels behind Emery, but from this position, I can only see his back. Shifting, I move to his spot on the couch to get a better view, not giving a fuck about the movie.

Darcy plays with Emery’s entrance, thrusting his fingers in and out. With one thrust, he leaves them buried to the knuckles, the tendons on the backs of his hands flexing with what I assume is a crooking motion.

“I wonder how many loads of cum it can take before it overflows,” he ponders, continuing to stimulate her G-spot. “Would love to fill it up until it’s overflowing, then suspend it from the ceiling and let it all leak out.”

My balls tighten so suddenly at the vivid imagery that it’s painful, almost to the extreme.

“Something to try another time,” he mutters as he withdraws his fingers.

My attention snaps to Emery’s shoulders and head, waiting to see if she reacts in any way to Darcy’s comment. But nothing. She doesn’t even indicate that she heard. And again, she doesn’t react as Darcy slides his cock into her.

Placing his hands above the swell of her ass, he supports himself as he works at pistoning into her. I can see the wetness that coats his cock as he pulls out and wonder if that’s from Emery or Xavier. The muscles beneath Darcy’s tattooed back and forearm ripple with every thrust.

Without slowing his pace, Darcy leans forward and gathers the two ponytails of long brown hair into one hand and pulls back until Emery’s head raises from the pillow. My hand is wrapped around the base of my cock and squeezing hard to stop the sudden surge of pleasure as I see her glazed-over eyes and pouty mouth hanging open, lips glistening.

She doesn’t even try to support herself. Her neck arches as Darcy pulls, and she lets him use her, exactly like a sex doll would.

“Fuck,” he mutters as his movements begin to stutter, her complete and utter lack of self-autonomy getting to him as much as it gets to me.

Firmly, but slowly, I stroke my cock, watching the live-action porn in front of me while Darcy pulls out of Emery and tips his head back as he starts to jerk his cock ruthlessly. In only a few pumps, he lets out a groan that makes me glad that we spent so much money on soundproofing, and cum erupts out of his cock. With the head aimed right over her asshole, he thoroughly covers the puckered hole.

He then slips his still-hard cock back inside of her pussy and thrusts a few more times, lazily, as he slowly lowers her head back down, her hair running through his fingers.

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