I couldn't wait to get my hands on that black silicone cock. It arrived just as I was about to rush out the door for work, the box taunting me with its promise of pleasure. I had to stuff it into my bag, the weight of it pressing against my thigh all day, a constant reminder of what awaited me. My panties were already damp just thinking about it, the ache between my legs growing with every passing hour.
Julian was out the door before I could even sneak a peek at it. Good. That gave me the house to myself, time to play. I practically sprinted home, my heels clicking against the pavement, my mind a whirlwind of anticipation. As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, I kicked off my shoes, tore off my blouse, and let my skirt pool at my feet.
The bath was already steaming, the scent of jasmine filling the air. I slipped into the water, the heat enveloping me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed *it*. I stepped out, droplets trailing down my skin, and padded into the bedroom. My fingers trembled as I tore the packaging open, the black cock gleaming under the lamplight. It felt so real—weighted, ribbed, the perfect length. My pussy clenched just holding it.
I spread my legs on the bed, the cool silicone pressing against my swollen lips. A gasp escaped me as I slid it inside, the ridges sending shivers up my spine. "Fuck," I moaned, arching my back. It was too good, too real. I fucked myself with it, slow at first, then faster, my hips bucking against the mattress. My fingers found my clit, rubbing in tight circles as the cock pistoned in and out of me.
"God, Julian," I panted, imagining his hands on me instead. His mouth. His cock. I came with a cry, my walls fluttering around the toy, my juices dripping down my thighs. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.
I wrapped my lips around the cock, tasting myself on it, my tongue swirling around the tip before taking it deep. My hand worked the base, mimicking the way Julian’s cock would feel in my mouth. I gagged, tears pricking my eyes, but I loved it—the way it stretched my lips, the way it hit the back of my throat. I pulled off with a wet pop, my saliva glistening on the silicone.
I flipped onto my stomach, lifting my ass in the air, and pressed the cock against my entrance. The angle was different this way, deeper, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. I fucked myself hard, the bed creaking beneath me, my tits swinging with every thrust. "Take it, take it all," I growled, my voice rough with need.
I could almost hear Julian’s voice in my ear. "You like that, don’t you?"
"Fuck yes," I hissed, my fingers digging into the sheets. I came again, my thighs shaking, my pussy gushing around the toy. I pulled it out, slick and glistening, and pressed two fingers inside, fucking myself through the aftershocks.
The knock at the door made me jump.
Shit.
I yanked the towel off the rack and wrapped it around myself, heart pounding. Who the hell was here? I peeked through the peephole and nearly screamed. Julian stood there, grinning like an idiot, a six-pack in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
"Surprise," he said, holding up the goods. "Forgot my keys."
My towel was still wrapped around me, but it did little to hide the fact that I was naked underneath. His eyes raked over me, dark with hunger.
"You look… flushed," he murmured, stepping inside.
I stepped back, letting the towel drop. "Guess I was… warming up."
His cock twitched in his pants, and I knew he was about to pounce. I backed up until my legs hit the bed, then lay back, spreading my thighs.
"Your turn," I whispered. "Show me what you brought."