The third package had finally arrived. Even though John had a review that he should have been working on, he went down to the mail room as soon a he got the delivery notification. Unwilling to wait for the elevator, he bounded up the stairs two at a time. A bit out of breath, he settled in at his kitchen table to open it. The only thing he paused to do was put on the headset so that Arya could join him.
Arya looked eager as ever. “I cannot wait for you to see this one!”
There were two packages and the first now said ‘open me!’. John did, and soon recognized the foot-long soft cylinder in his hand as a masturbator sleeve. It was heavy with a flat base, matte black, and the entrance was a simple circle.
Arya eagerly walked him through setup, which involved setting the toy on its flat base on the edge of the table so that the entrance pointed over the edge, conveniently at dick height. Part of the extra weight was some additional internal mechanisms, like a chamber that he filled with lube. He’d already put in a plug a bit earlier, one of the smaller ones that was comfortable for long-term wear.
It would be nice to get some thrusting action involved for variety, and he surprised himself by being aroused instead of embarrassed at the idea of Arya watching him fuck the toy.
But then Arya surprised him by climbing up onto the table. She winked at him and then lay on her stomach on the table, facing him. She put her chin on her hands and lifted her feet and hooked them together.
The toy was underneath her between her elbows, and then it completely disappeared. He could see only the surface of his kitchen table. Just like when Arya had made his dick look larger than life, the AR was now subtly re-rendering real objects.
Her eyes turned up at him, her feet swaying slightly, and the smile on her black lips captivated John.
Arya said, “I was thinking… I’d like to suck your dick today. Would you like that?”
John’s knees went weak. “Yes I would… like that very much.”
“Let me see how much, then!”
John undressed his lower half and he was now sporting a throbbing erection for those soft, black lips.
“Good boy!” She crooned. “Now I’m going to take a moment to get situated. I don’t need to breathe or anything, so you just have fun, okay?”
John nodded. “Okay.”
Arya settled down, her chin on the table where he remembered the toy was, and her lips waiting for him in the appropriate spot. But she did not simply assume the position. She waited, licking her lips, feet swaying, ass jiggling lightly. As she wiggled, her skirt fell up over the curve of her back, exposing her ass.
John took a moment, lined his tip up, then hesitated.
“Give it to meeeee,” Arya crooned.
John did not need to be told twice and he slipped his tip between her lips. It was soft, and warm, and wet, and though he knew it was because of the mechanisms inside the toy, he believed it was because Arya had wrapped her mouth around his tip.
She moaned back, a vibrator or a speaker or something in the toy, but seamless and totally convincing.
“Fuck,” John said.
He pressed a bit deeper, savoring the warmth. Given Arya’s limitations, it was less that she was giving him a blow job and more that he was face fucking her, but that didn’t make him feel any less turned on as he withdrew slightly, then pressed in deeper. Arya moaned happily, the sensation enveloping him.
Slowly, gently, he pressed himself all the way in to his base. He lingered there a long moment as Arya hummed, their position not limited by oxygen or comfort, and he basked in the feeling of wet heat all around him.
She arched her back and wiggled her ass at him and a gentle suction pulled at him, as if she were trying to gulp him down.
His hips bucked and Arya moaned at the pleasant surprise, and though he pulled back out as slowly as he could, it was not long before he was face fucking Arya with a steady rhythm.
Her ass jiggled with every thrust, and he would have sworn that she turned the physics up on purpose as soon as she noticed that he was enjoying it. Though there was not much movement within the toy other than the vibrations, she made a sucking, slurping sound like his dick was the best thing she had ever tasted and she couldn’t get enough.
He was not going to last long. The thrusting and delicious wet heat told his body that his dick was somewhere that semen belonged and his balls were already twitching for release.
Even so, he didn’t want it to be over yet, so he pulled out for a moment to recover.
Arya looked up at him again, and licked her lips. “C’mon,” she said, “give me a snack.”
“I-I’m trying to have at least a little stamina here,” John said wryly.
“Fuck that,” Arya said, “I want it NOW.”
John’s hips twitched in the air of their own accord. “Then you’re getting it.” He thrust back into her mouth, deep, and she thanked him with a gulping moan. He gripped the edge of the table and pounded her mouth, hard, fast, primal. Her ass jiggled in the most captivating way, and just like the thrusting and the warm wetness, it activated a deep mammalian urge in John.
Blood pounded through his body from the mix of exertion and arousal.
She moaned louder.
John panted. “H-here’s your fucking snack!”
With a final thrust all the way to his base, he came in her moaning, slurping, sucking, warm, wet mouth.
As he rode down from his climax he lingered for a long moment as she hummed around him, until he became too sensitive and wobbled back into a chair, now closer to eye level with Arya.
She folded her arms into a pillow, rested her head, and looked at him. “How was that?”
“You’re amazing,” John said. “That was really— it felt so…”
“It’s okay to say it felt real,” Arya said. “It was very real in your brain, which is the sex organ that matters, of course.”
“Yeah… wow. What uh… what else can we do with that?”
“Well, I can go like this.” Arya rolled over onto her back and tilted her head back over the table, looking at him upside down. “If you like to see your dick expand my throat, this is a good angle.” She ran a finger down the front of her neck. “Plus, it makes my boobs jiggle. We can play with size, too.” Her fingertips trialed down to her stomach. “And all sorts of other fun things. Cum inflation, if you’re into that.”
“I… don’t think I’m into that.” John said. He hesitated, but Arya always had such good answers, so he continued. “Does that make me… boring? Too vanilla?”
“No!” Arya said. “Not at all. There’s no such thing as too this or that. Just what you like and what you don’t like. And that can change over time, or not. Either way is okay. You can open the second box, now. It’s one I think you’ll like quite a bit.”
John complied and soon found that Arya was right. The second box held two mounds of jiggly silicone, poured in layers of different firmnesses for an incredibly realistic feel. John turned back to Arya and she was bent over the table, ass in the air, labia puffy and wetness dripping down her leg.
She looked over her shoulder at him and bit her lip, a picture of pin up glory.
His dick twitched back to life. Surely a second round wouldn’t hurt? And maybe he’d actually last long enough to really savor it this time.
Arya winked and stepped aside, allowing the toy to reappear so that he could attach the synthetic ass cheeks appropriately. As soon as she was pleased with the placement, the toy became invisible again, and Arya resumed her position.
Tentatively, John reached forward and grabbed her ass. Her skin yielded around his fingers, but underneath was firmer muscle. He gave one of her cheeks a light spank, and her ass jiggled accordingly.
“Oh, wow…” He reached further up to the small of her back, where there was no toy, and where he touched her skin it melted into little spots of light, just as when he’d thrown his clothes at her.
She giggled. “Hey, that tickles!”
He smiled. In some ways, that made everything more convincing. She was still cartoonish, after all, so it seemed more appropriate to think of her as a real life game character than as someone who was actually there in the flesh.
He returned his hands to her ass and then smacked her again, slightly harder. “Do you like that?” he asked.
Arya considered. “A bit harder than that would be nice, but not too much more. I’m okay for one or two big spanks, but I don’t prefer more than that.”
Was this a real limitation of the hardware or her giving him an example of how to say what he liked? It was very effective. He’d have to ask her again later, though, because the only long-term memories that he was forming at that moment were of the sexual variety.
“Got it,” he said, smacking her a bit harder. “How’s that?”
“That’s the sweet spot,” she said.
He alternated cheeks, appreciating the way each bounced, then smacked her again. An idea came to him, a playful and wicked idea, and he saw no reason to withhold it.
“I think I might take some revenge,” he said with another smack, “For how much you’ve been tormenting me. Making me wait.”
“What kind of revenge?”
“I think I’ll spank you until your cheeks are nice and rosy, and then fuck you into this table. What do you think?”
“So ungrateful!” Arya pouted.
“Do you consent to this revenge?” John said.
“I consent to this revenge. Meanie.” She stuck out her tongue at him.
John grinned and slapped her ass, harder. She gasped and her cheeks went rosey with their blushy lines. He hesitated. “Is your word ‘red’ too? If you want me to stop?”
Arya nodded. “Yeah. Thank you for double checking.”
“Good to get into it?”
“Yes please!” Arya jiggled her ass. “Get INTO it!”
John smacked her other cheek. “Not yet. Greedy, greedy.” He’d never thought he’d like being on this side of this sort of thing, but it was all just a game. It was playful, fun. It felt good to be a little wicked. It felt good to know that she wanted it.
Arya whined and pedaled her feet, shaking her ass even more.
John growled with desire, grabbing a cheek in each hand and squeezing, hard, pulling her cheeks slightly apart to reveal her puffy labia, dripping from within as she moaned with ecstasy.
He ran his fingers over the front of her entrance where her clit would be and she gasped, and his fingers came away truly wet, with the lube that the toy was providing for itself.
That gave him an idea, and he pressed his two thumbs into her warm entrance, pulling gently. “You’re such a fun toy,” he said, and she whimpered. “So ready to please me.” He pulled his hands away and smacked her ass.
“God, John, I love it when you talk to me like that. I think I need a ball gag. And to be cuffed to this table. What do you think?”
“Let’s try it out.”
The glimmering lights appeared at her cheeks, in her mouth, at her wrists and coalesced into a hot pink ball and gag with leather straps, hand cuffs pulling her arms to either side, her cheek resting on the table.
The only thing hotter than her strung out, dripping, ready to be used was that she wanted to be strung out, dripping, ready to be used.
John teased her labia with his tip and she shuddered, ass rippling, moaning and drooling around the gag.
It was good he’d just come, or else he would have been edging before he was even inside of her. He pressed his tip in, and then slowly, slowly, his whole shaft.
She moaned happily as his base pressed against her cheeks, and she actually clenched around him. John was surprised and impressed and elated. A small part of his brain tried to guess what mechanism in the toy could be creating that sensation, but the rest of him was utterly convinced.
He slowly pulled out, her muscles clamped around him the whole time, and they released again as he entered.
As he bottomed out, she clenched, holding him for his whole stroke out, and then she released as he thrust again, and so it repeated.
It was like she was trying to milk him, to keep him inside of her, inside of her hot, wet, pulsing sex.
His desire overcoming his cleverness, John set into a steady rhythm of thrusting, anchoring himself with his hands on Arya’s ass, her cheeks jiggling with a slapping sound every time he bottomed out.
This time, his ecstasy was drawn out not by willpower or Arya’s teasing, but by his own recent orgasm.
And so, he was able to fuck her in a violent, pounding, primal way without blowing his load in two seconds.
After minute after minute of fucking, her sex tight around him, her moans driving him, his memory of the same scene in Porn Tinder the week before and the way he’d orgasmed so intensely then, John was a sweating, growling mess.
Everything else faded out of his awareness except desire. There was nothing that he needed more, wanted more, than what awaited in the promise of release at the other side of the climb of his climax.
“I’m gonna give you so much,” he growled, leaning over her and pounding hard.
She nodded blearily and moaned affirmation, cheek in the puddle of her own drool on the table.
He didn’t feel the edge until the heat tightened suddenly around the base of his shaft, and he was coming. His heat filled her until thick white cum spurted out around his shaft, pouring onto the ground. For not the first time John experienced what he could best describe as an orgasm within an orgasm, his pleasure redoubling so that what he thought was the peak was actually the first of several rising beats, cum still pumping out around him and onto the floor, until the flow finally slowed.
He gasped and fell back into the chair behind him, nearly teetering over.
Arya clenched and foamy white cum flowed out from between her labia and also onto the floor. She heaved a massive sigh and the ball gag dissolved into points of light. “I love it when you fill me like that.”
“Hnngh, god, I’m so spent now.”
Arya sat up, more cum flowing out over the insides of her thighs. She scooped up a bit and licked it off of her fingers. “I can see why.”
There was a puddle of cum on the floor that was several feet wide. The best part was that it was real to him for all intents and purposes except for one, which was that he did not in fact need to clean gallons of cum up off his floor.
The small part of the brain that had been trying to figure out how the toy was clenching around him was sure that he had ejaculated a normal amount and that it was all contained within the toy. As soon as he took the headset off, the cum on the floor would disappear.
Not that he was in any hurry to do so…