Page 28 of Julian Shared
I don’t know why Joel decided to buy us this second one…other than maybe, just maybe, he’s also been thinking about it too.
As I prep myself, I keep my eyes screwed shut tightly but my inner walls relaxed as I push the lube deep into my ass. The air underneath the covers grows stale as my breathing becomes shallow.
It feels like I’m making trouble. Doing something naughty.
And that just makes me want to do it even more.
I think about Joel sharing me. What it would be like. How it would feel. I finger myself until the need to get properly filled grows too great. With a frustrated huff, I finally push the bedding away and move the pillows.
With shaking hands, I pick up the new dildo and use the suction cup to plant it onto the headboard of the bed. It sucks itself into position like a charm.
It hangs there perfectly in place, looming before me. It’s very…large. And thick. And realistic too.
The flesh color is a dark tan. The tip even has a slight rosiness to it. There are even balls at the base.
I squirt more lube onto my fingers and wrap them around the fake cock, but treat it like it’s real. I rub my thumb over the tip and fondle the balls. I use both hands to get it nice and slick. As if I’m servicing a real person who’s about to enter me.
My nipples are still hard from the cold shower and my flesh is covered with goosebumps. Here it goes. There’s no going back now. Time to test the new toy out.
The second I turn it on, the peace and quiet of the bedroom is shattered. The vibrations are powerful and the thrusts arebrutal. I flinch with surprise. I'm almost intimidated to use it, but that intimidation hasn't flagged my erection. Not in the slightest.
If anything, it's even made me harder.
I swallow as I squirm along on my knees, turning myself around. I put myself into a submissive position for the toy. Down on my hands and knees, my backside jutting out into the air as I slowly work back toward the headboard. I reach behind me and grip the base, my palm over the rounded mound, as I use that contact to guide it into myself.
The tip catches the rim of my asshole. I let out a gasp and reposition myself for the next thrust. As it juts forward once more, it finally sheathes itself fully inside of me.
A perfect aim.
I swear it’s like a firework is set off. I cry out as it begins to thrust in and out of my hole with ruthless intent. My thighs widen and I drop my head, clutching the bed for purchase.
I pretend it's Joel's cock…but I also pretend it's not.
I suppose it doesn't really matter, in the end, because it's not anyone's cock. I'm alone and it's just a toy, but it doesn’t feel like I’m in control anymore. As it rams in and out of me, I really do feel like someone is fucking me.
And yet it’s still not enough.
Lost in my lust, I grab hold of the old dildo with both hands and hold it up. This one isn’t fancy. There’s no suction cup or vibrations. No bells or whistles. But it’s the exact same size as Joel is.
I start to kiss it and suck on the tip, playing with both of the toys at the same time. One in my ass and the other occupyingmy mouth. But I can’t get over how silly I must look like that. I should have turned off the lights before I got this started.
And locked the bedroom door.
With a groan of frustration, I drop the dildo in my hand and let the one in my ass slip out. It continues to fuck the air as I stand up and grab my sleep mask. There. That will be better. I’m so unbelievably horny that I don’t even have the patience to turn off the lights or lock the door.
I pull the sleep mask over my face and let the darkness take me.
???
I don’t know how long I stay in bed like that. Time melts away as I’m getting fucked from both ends, pleasuring myself by pretending I’m servicing Joel and some other man.
A stranger. Someone Joel picked out of a crowd.
I fantasize that Joel is in my mouth and an anonymous man is in my hole. I haven’t even been touching myself. My neglected cock bobs uselessly in the air as I focus only on submissively taking it.
The sounds the vibrating dildo makes alongside my greedy moans are obscene. I didn’t turn on the television or music to drown out the noises of my exploration. It occurs to me the mechanical buzzing and my slutty cries of pleasure must be echoing throughout the house.
What if…what if Joel came home early and found me like this?
