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"Well," she says, inching her body closer to mine. "They can do a lot of things that a cock can't."
"Is that so?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"One can connect wirelessly to a Kindle, and runs on AI."
"You're losing me—AI?"
"Yeah, you know … artificial intelligence. So it knows when a woman is reading a sex scene because it'll begin to stimulate her at just the right times."
"Interesting, but how is that better than a real live cock?"
"I never pegged you as a man who'd get defensive over a toy," she laughs.
"I'm not defensive, just wondering."
"I didn't say it was better; I said it could do things that a cock couldn't," she smiles.
"Like what?"
"Well, for starters, it can fit discretely in a purse and last for hours."
"Who says I can't last for hours?" I smile.
"Can you?"
"There's only one way to find out."
She momentarily ignores the innuendo. "The way these toys move is also … unique."
"You know what I think?" I ask, but don't wait for an answer. "I think we should try these toys out … tonight … take one for a test drive."
She takes another slow sip of wine and carefully places the glass down. There's a slight imprint of her lips left on the rim of her glass from her lipstick. She's growing increasingly intoxicated—maybe from a mixture of the wine, the thought of toys greater than cocks, and oysters sliding down her throat—but even her legs are loose and she parts them slightly. She grabs my hand and brings it to the top of her warm, soft, thigh.
"You know what I think … daddy?"
I shake my head, not knowing what's going to come next. The word hangs in the air, thick and full of promise.
She shoves my hand up her leg a little further and purrs, "I think you're right."
Natalie
“You should definitely rent a warehouse,” Drake says, waving at the dozens of boxes piled up in my living room. “What’s this?” he asks me, walking over to the long worktable I’ve set up in one of the corners. A few of my prototypes are lined up on the table, ready for the testing phase. That’s convenient, I think, looking at Drake.
“These are my babies,” I tell him with a teasing smile; I pick up a pair of nipple clamps and dangle them in front of his face. “My breadwinners. Or, well, my future breadwinners anyway.”
“How do you test them?”
“How do you think?” I shoot back, placing the clamps back on the table and grabbing him by his shirt. I pull him into me, never taking my eyes off of his, and wait for him to close the distance between our mouths.
“This is insane,” he whispers, looking back at me. The corners of his mouth curl upward into a slight smile, and I realize that it’s exactly the insanity in what we’re doing that he enjoys.
“It is… daddy,” I purr at him, fully knowing the effect that word has on him. He leans into me right away, and my eyelids droop as his lips lock on mine. He takes his long fingers to my waist, feeling the curves of my body, and then slides them over to my ass. Cupping both my ass cheeks, he squeezes them lightly; guided by instinct, I take one hand to his crotch and flatten it there, my heart skipping a beat as I feel the shape of his hard cock straining against his pants.
He’s huge. No, let me say that again; he’s freakishly huge. He has to be at least twelve inches long, and his length… Christ, his pants must be made of Kevlar; I have no idea how his cock hasn’t ripped its way out of his pants.
“Now this is surprising,” I whisper, pulling back from his kiss and squeezing his cock. He just grins, narrowing his eyes into slits and pushing me back until I’m pinned between the wall and his body.
“It shouldn’t be,” he replies. “You’ve eyed me before, don’t deny it.” It’s true; when I still lived with him and my mother, sometimes I noticed an enormous shape under his pants. Back then, I just told myself that it was his cell phone, but that was just a blatant excuse for me to keep looking at his cock. What can I say? I knew he was my stepdad, but I’m too wicked to resist a man like him; it’s in my DNA.
