This isthe thingabout being a doll.
This guy doesn’t know my name. He doesn’t know a single thing about my life except what’s written on my skin. I’m not Kit to him—I’m the mouth, I’m the hole, I’mFREE USEandNOT A PERSONandDUMB DOLL.
I’m absolutely nothing. And I’m everything.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” The guy’s voice cracks, his balls slapping against my chin. “Gonna cum in this pretty mouth—”
“Yeah, dude. Show everyone what this fucktoy’s good for.”
The stranger’s entire frame tenses, his thrusts turning jagged and uncoordinated, and then he groans, his hips stuttering violently as he pumps his load into the condom, buried deep in my throat.
He pulls out and steps back, breathing hard. The entire session couldn’t have taken more than three minutes. It would be a little disappointing if I hadn’t just spotted a new shape lingering in the shadows not far from us, grabbing his crotch.
The guy who just used me wipes his shaft down before tucking away. He looks at me one last time, shaking his head. “Fucking unreal.” Then he turns and vanishes back into the darkness.
Finn crouches low in front of me, angling the lens to capture the glistening slick on my face.
“You good, doll?”
I blink twice.
He lets out a breathless laugh.“Attaboy.”
Grant’s heavy hand lands on my bare shoulder, squeezing the muscle once. “Next one’s coming.”
And just like that, I’m back to waiting. My cock is aching, my throat is raw, and the taste of latex lingers on my tongue.
I feel incredibly happy.
Yeah, yeah, call me a freak. I genuinely don’t give a single shit.
The second stranger steps out of the shadows, and Grant breaks down the ground rules for him too.
“Ass,” the guy grunts when Grant asks for a choice of holes.
I just stay still like the good little fucktoy I am while the stranger rips open a wrapper and rolls the rubber down his dick—which is short butthick, Jesus fucking Christ. He steps up, grabs my hips, and flips me over.
His fingers dig into my cheeks, spreading me open. Finn’s camera flash catches the exact millisecond my hole twitches as the guy spits directly on the skin.
“Fuck yeah,” Finn says, voice tight. “Get in there, bro.”
The guy lines his crown up and shoves straight in. It hurts like a motherfucker. A punched-out groan rips from my throat, but I don’t move; I take it like the dumb doll I am while he bottoms out and begins to rail me.
From this angle, I can see Grant lazily stroking his own hard length while he watches the guy rip me open.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs, his thumb smearing pre-cum over his dickhead. “Look at that hole stretching.”
The stranger’s breathing turns ragged, his hips slamming into me with uneven thrusts. His balls slap violently against my taint, the wet smacking sounds incredibly loud in the quiet park.
“Bro, this is so fucking hot,” Finn says from somewhere behind me.
The guy grunts, his hands tightening on my waist as he hardens even more inside me. He’s right on the edge.
“Gonna cum,” he says, slamming into me one last time before his whole body goes rigid. I feel his dick pulse, filling the condom.
The second he pulls out, Finn moves in close, shoving the camera right up against my hole to film the way the muscles twitch and stay open.
“Holy fuck, look at that,” he cackles.
