The hands, and the mouths, and the heat, and the fullness.
Someone laughs about something I can’t hear. Grant says something filthy that makes my cock throb. Miles adjusts the angle of my head slightly with two fingers under my jaw, fucking into my throat with lazy thrusts.
I’m pinned from all sides.
This is the thing I wasn’t able to explain earlier. This feeling of being completely, entirely, in every possible way,occupied. Claimed on every surface. Being a thing that is being thoroughly used.
My brain has a word for this.
The word is:doll.
I’ve never felt this good in my life.
That’s just the fact of it. That’s the honest bottom line. I’ve never, in twenty two years of existing in this body, felt this good.
I store this feeling in my brain.
And then I stop thinking entirely.
9 Loads
My hole is still open.
Like, I can feel itgaping.
If I had to explain, I’d say it’s wrecked in a way that even my internal organs are existing differently than they did this morning. Also, they pumped me so full of cum, I can still feel a thick puddle of it sitting in my guts even after they cleaned me. I shift on the couch and—yep, still there. Squishy. Hi.
I’ve also come three times. Two of them hands-free, which honestly feels like an achievement I should put on my resume under Special Skills.
The guys held me hostage to their dicks for like four hours.Four hours.I’d say that’s a lot, but I’m also lying naked on the couch eating chips and watching a superhero movie. I feel fucking incredible, so actually, zero complaints.
Meanwhile, Miles has been buried in his laptop for the last half hour. This is how every good idea in this house starts, by the way: Miles opening his laptop.
“Okay so,” Miles goes, eyes on his screen, his fingers moving quickly. “I’m building an app. A simple one.”
“For what?” Grant asks, mouth full of pizza.
“Status system for the doll.” Miles tilts the laptop so we can see it. The man codes faster high than I do sober—and I have a 4.0 GPA. “I’ll set up a status system. ‘Offline’means fair game. ‘Online’means he’s Kit, don’t bother. ‘Maintenance’means he’s sore or needs a break, don’t even try.”
I lean over his shoulder, and read the screen.
“Can I have a ‘Do Not Disturb’?” I ask, crunching a chip. “The doll will break if it always has to take four dicks at once. A solo session sometimes isn’t a bad idea.”
“Sure. That’s actually a great feature.” Miles grins without looking up.
“Bro, you’re building a sex app,” Finn smirks.
“I’m building a resource management dashboard,” Miles says, with dignity.
“For sex.”
“Forscheduling.”
“Bro.”
Walker leans over to look. “Can we see the status on the kitchen tablet?”
“That’s the plan. We’ll also get a push notification on our phones.”
