Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“My wife’s only twenty, so I know. But what’s the issue?” shrugs Dane. I think for a moment of how to phrase my concerns.
“There isn’t really one,” I muse. “It’s more that I’ve actively been ignoring her because I’d written her off. Like I said, too young, too much work, my ex’s daughter, yada yada yada. And I don’t want to be dealing with teenage drama if she somehow ends up getting her heart broken. But I went along with it because obviously, the sex was good.”
“Dude, exactly,” agrees Dane. “She literally forced herself into your bed.”
“Well, forced is a little strong,” I amend. “But still, this is fucked-up because Chrissy’s my ex’s daughter. She’s eighteen. What if she accidentally gets pregnant? I don’t exactly want to become a father.”
“Yeah,” grins Dane, “but of course, there’s a solution to that.”
“Condoms?” I ask in a wry tone. “No fucking way. She better be on the pill.”
“No, dumbass,” jokes Dane. “Anal.” This makes me grin, but I shake my head.
“You’re such an asshole,” I grunt. “Shit, fucking her ass while pretending she’s a doll? That’s too fucked up.”
Dane shrugs.
“Just saying. She won’t get pregnant from some deep backdoor action.”
“Maybe so,” I muse. “If Chrissy’s down to play sex doll again, maybe I should fuck her in the ass instead. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yep,” nods Dane, unperturbed by my crude words. “At least you won’t get her pregnant that way.”
“True,” I agree. “And if she’s not into anal, then the game will be up. Chrissy’s not great at hiding her reactions to the sex. If she starts protesting, then we can stop all this play shit. After all, if she’s not into performing like a sex doll, then she shouldn’t pretend to be one. No one gets to have their cake and eat it too.”
“Like I said,” Dane chuckles, shaking his head in mock disgust with me. “You’re an asshole.”
I laugh and change the subject, and Dane and I continue the conversation, drinking beers and talking about our businesses. Yet I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something off about this game Chrissy started with me. I told Dane that I didn’t care what Chrissy thought of the sex dolls, but I do, even if it’s just a little bit. Whenever she’s in the house, I try to be really quiet when using them and at least a little discreet. I’d hate it if she discovered me with them, although I can’t put my finger on why, exactly.
You’re totally screwed, Brad, a voice in my head whispers. The situation has already spun out of control.
I grit my teeth because maybe my conscience is right. But Chrissy is too tempting, lovely, lush, and sexy to ignore … and I want to see how far this charade can go.
6
Chrissy
I hear the sound of Brad’s car in the driveway and sit up immediately. I’d been reading in bed, trying to distract myself after the action that’s been going on. My breathing had just returned to normal, and I was able to actually read something instead of just staring at the words. But hearing Brad’s car has my heart racing again. I jump up and run to the window just in time to see his vehicle disappearing down the street, taillights flashing red.
Where is the alpha male going? How can he go out on a night like this? After all, what happened was incredible. After he got up to get into the shower, I sprang out of bed and grabbed Barbie from the closet. Then I put her back onto the bed at lightning speed, and fled. I rushed back to my room and hurried into the bathroom for my own shower.
Once inside the stall, I paused to let myself think. OMG that was so wrong! Yet, I’d enjoyed the interaction. Not only that, but I loved the feeling of Brad’s huge load of semen leaking out of my pussy and running down my legs, mixing with the soap before it disappeared down the drain. It was like a parting gift, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself because my plan worked! I managed to trick my way into Brad’s bed and get him to claim me instead of the sex doll. And the fact that he’d clearly enjoyed my body was the most wonderful part of all.
Of course, I don’t know that he really thought it was Barbie lying there on the sheets. I mean, my skin is warm and rosy, and not plasticky to the touch. Plus, I know I moaned a little. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good when he rubbed my clit, and then when he finally entered me … oh god, he was huge and I got stretched out so much.
So yeah, I’m not sure I care anymore either. The fact that Brad went along with the charade is enough for me, and a huge turn on too, if I’m being honest. Plus, did I mention the sex was downright amazing? Of course, I’ve been with boys before but it was nothing like this. This was the first time I’d orgasmed from deep penetration, and it was earth-shatteringly wonderful. How will I be able to resist Brad now? Do I even want to? And where did he just go?