Chapter Eight #3
And so, when I went down, I kept my hand around the silicone shaft, gently motioning even as my lips parted around the head. The car jostled slightly—only then did I realize we were moving—as she drove onto the main road, but my place was here, mouth stuffed full of soft silicone.
The threat of being spotted invigorated me. Alex too, if her contented moaning was any sign. Her grip returned to my hair, just tight enough to keep me enthralled.
My only regret lay in the angle. There was no way to utilize my tits and really give her a show. Instead, I tried motioning faster, taking the cock deeper—
“Shit. Sit up. Now.”
I obeyed, making my hair flip as dramatic as possible to distract from whatever had Alex spooked. Alex had placed her hand over the cock—and rightfully so, given she had pulled up next to a cop.
I burst into laughter. “Maybe doing this in broad daylight was a little stupid.”
“I could probably pay him off, but we’ll hit the tabloids for sure. You don’t deserve that.”
The light turned green, and Alex let the cop creep ahead. I set my hand atop hers. “Well, at least let me hold that for you,” I said, hoping my tone conveyed my wink. “It’s only polite, right?”
“Of course. Maybe lay off a bit once we get on the freeway though.”
It was all so very silly. I felt safe to just be silly. That was the strangest part of it all.
Once we were off the 101, the shift from middle class to uptown was subtle, even as I tried to decipher what it was about the whole scene that was just a little bit off.
It hit me quite suddenly: trees.
Huge, established, old trees, a dime a dozen as we entered a neighborhood. Townhouses lined the street, but not a single one was a cookie-cutter copy, no. Instead, they all had their own personality and charm and quite a bit of money put into the fine details.
I leaned back in my seat, adjusting my dress to show the lace lining of my bra. “You’re still planning to fuck my tits, right?”
“I’m planning to fuck you all sorts of places. Your mouth was just the first.”
I placed a hand on my chest in tandem with my exaggerated head shake. “Doesn’t count. Nobody came yet, remember?”
“Ah, of course, sweet Princess. How could I insult you by not making you come through uvular stimulation?”
I grinned as she pulled into a driveway, then waited for the garage to open.
Finally, we had true privacy. Excitement stirred inside me, along with claustrophobic impatience. “Then again,” I mused, “the nice thing about this dress is you don’t even need to take anything off to use me….”
The car finally shut off. The garage door lowered. The garage itself was quite expansive, easily big enough for the car doors to swing as wide and tall as they needed to for us to escape.
As I shifted, I realized just how wet my thong was. The fear that I’d dripped onto her seat paled to how delighted I suspected she’d be to find it.
Once she’d helped me out of the car, I went for her pants, desperate to stick that cock somewhere, anywhere. “Someone’s impatient,” Alex teased, but she made no move to stop me, even helped with fishing the cock out of her pants. “I have a whole bed inside, you know.”
“And we’ll get to that,” I said, then gasped as Alex shoved me against the car, pressing my chest against the window. Rough hands grabbed my ass beneath my short skirt, squeezing the tender flesh. I shivered as cool air caressed me; Alex had lifted my skirt.
“Fucking hell, your ass is tight,” she said.
“I assure you, it’s tight in every respect.”
“I have a separate cock for anal, but you’re sweet to offer.” Instead, Alex’s fingers parted the tiny string of my thong, teasing my wet folds instead. “Damn, you’re wet. You like sucking plastic dick that much?”
Before I could tease her back, I gasped at the first touch of cock to my entrance, the sensation spiking as Alex slipped smoothly inside. I winced, then immediately regretted it.
“Are you all right?” Alex asked.
“Yes,” I managed, not nearly enough blood in my head to formulate proper words. My whole world was the pressure of her in my cunt. “A bit tight.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll—”
“Look at me.”
I did, breathless at the scorching flame Alex had lit inside me. Such unbearable wickedness in her gaze, her smooth words tinder to my pain. I trembled as she pulled out, then pushed back in with agonizing stillness. Oh, I felt so full, my body finally stretching to accommodate the girth.
“Slow, see?” Alex said, a certain gravel to her tone that left me oh so weak.
“Is your cock sized to match your ego?” I managed.
“Obviously. The fact that you can snark about it means you aren’t turned on enough.”
“Maybe if you’d talk less and fuck more, that would change.” Admittedly, the radiant pain and pleasure were already melding. My body welcomed the third thrust, adjusting to the size. “Harder. I’m ready.”
Alex wasted no time, apparently experienced with pounding a hot girl against her car door.
She gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, but I loved it, this helpless pleasure, unbound by any errant voices in my head that something was wrong.
Everything was silent except Alex’s groans and my own escalating cries.
Each thrust pulsed surmounting heat inside me, the relief after the tense car ride enough to numb my arms. “Oh, use me, Alex. Can you come with that thing?”
“The angle is a bit weird,” she said between breaths. “Don’t worry about me.”
I was about to argue, but one hand left my hips and instead wrapped around to touch between my legs, the sudden pressure on my clit sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
She pressed against my back, her thrusts shallow as she focused on my clit instead. I’d have mourned the lost pressure, but I was already coming. “Alex—I—Fuck—!”
I trembled in her arms, unraveling as she grasped around my waist, holding me up as I fell limp in her arms. Orgasm left me dizzy, the sensations of sex fading to the realization that the cock had, at some point, slipped out, and that I was propped up in Alex’s strong arms.
She twisted me around in her embrace, then placed a rough kiss on my lips. “You’re so damn hot.”
My blush only intensified my burning cheeks, I was sure. “And you still haven’t finished.”
“There’s no hurry.” She leaned in, placing a lingering kiss against my earlobe before whispering, “I’m going to take my time with you.”
I shivered as she released me, then gasped when she suddenly scooped me into her arms. Euphoria filled me, the sensation of being small but safe, as she carried me through the garage door.
Perhaps it was best I wasn’t walking, however. I lost my breath as she brought me inside.
I’d expected something modern and sleek, like the billionaire pads you saw in magazines.
Instead, this was a world of lush carpets and tapestries, countless pricey trinkets displayed in cabinets and on shelves, and paintings of fantasy backgrounds.
A large TV was mounted above the fireplace, with a luxurious couch splayed before it that looked entirely capable of consuming me.
A surprising number of plants hung from the lower ceiling in the kitchen or found homes on the countertop, along with shiny appliances.
“I know it’s probably not what you expected,” Alex said, as unconfident as I’d ever heard her be. “It’s small, but the location is great, and I don’t want to maintain a big house—”
I cupped her cheek, coaxing her to meet my gaze. “It’s wonderful,” I said, and just when I thought it couldn’t be grander, movement from my peripheral stole my attention.
Slinking into the room was a tortoise-shell cat. I gasped and fought my way out of Alex’s arms, then slowly approached. “Hi, baby!”
The cat seemed unbothered by my enthusiasm, even coming over to sniff my offered hand when I knelt.
“Her name is Mabel,” Alex said. “She’s very friendly. She’ll try to smell your mouth, but you don’t have to let her.”
I swallowed a girlish whine when the cat rubbed against my hand, and of course offered my mouth to the curious cat, who did exactly as foretold. I gave her a soft pet on her neck, heart melting when she purred. “I h aven’t been able to pet a cat in so long.”
“You can pet Mabel whenever she’ll let you.”
“I love her. Please call me to cat-sit.”
Alex’s hand appeared at the small of my back. I hummed, feeling giddy amid the aftercare. But that’s when I realized Alex’s cock was still on full display—and mere inches from my face.
The cat could wait for now. I turned and gave the silicone a kiss, noting how Alex’s pupils engulfed that ring of bright blue. “I could clean that for you.”
Alex grinned. “It’s only polite.”
She shuffled out of her pants, revealing the actual strap-on. It looked almost like standard boxer briefs, but with an O-ring sewn into the design. I remained on my knees as she adjusted the angle and O-ring downward, seeing now the issue the zipper caused in positioning it too high.
Alex looked a bit silly standing there in her boxer briefs and fancy button-down—that was, until she took a handful of my hair in her grasp. Her dark visage left me breathless. “Well?”
I suppressed a grin as she pushed my head toward the member, soiled from my own pleasure. I took it gleefully into my mouth. First the head, then I squeezed my thumb as I slowly eased it all the way in.
“Oh, damn,” I heard.
It was a battle against my own gag reflex, but for better or worse, I had experience. I gazed up at her, reveling in her clear lust. Oh, to be the center of her world; I knew I had her here, in this moment, as I pulled back and slowly fucked the cock yet again.
But would she come from this? She’d been so good to me; I was desperate to feel her come undone in return.
I pulled all the way back, gasping slightly as I gazed up at her. I rose, my fingers skimming up her hips as I leaned in toward her ear and kissed her smooth skin. “I know how to take my time too,” I whispered. My fingers skimmed the hem of her boxers. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy—”