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“I don’t care what she thinks, necessarily,” I reply, “but,” I continue, flushing slightly at the memory of what happened earlier, “she seems to be into it.”
“Into it?” snorts Dane in amusement. “What does that mean? She wants her own doll now?”
“No. Chrissy got home from work earlier than usual and pulled a weird stunt where she pretended to be locked out of the house. I happened to be trying out a new doll I had just ordered, and in the middle of it I had to run downstairs to let her in. But she wasn’t there, which was super fucking annoying. But then, when I came back into my room to continue my session with the doll, there Chrissy was.She’d substituted herself for the doll.Literally, she was lying there with a sheet over her face, totally nude with her pussy spread open and ready to be fucked.”
This time, it’s Dane’s turn to choke on his beer. Coughing and laughing incredulously, he shakes his head.
“No way, man,” he laughs. “That’s some fucked-up shit. And kinky too. So what did you do?”
“What do you think?” I shrug. “I went along with it. It was amazing.” I explain to Dane how Chrissy tried not to move, but that she had a huge orgasm complete with a flooded pussy.
“So you fucked her like she was a sex doll and made her come?” asks Dane with amazement.
“Yeah,” I say, taking another sip of my beer as my cock involuntarily hardens in my jeans at the memory. I shift uncomfortably.
“If she wants you so badly, why didn’t she just ask you for sex?”
“Who the fuck knows?” I rasp. “Teenage girls aren’t exactly logical thinkers. But whatever. I figured, if she’s so into it, I’d give it to her. And why not? She’s obviously frisky and horny. It was incredibly hot too. Let me tell you, teenage girls havetiiiiightcunts.”
“My wife’s only twenty, so I know. But what’s the issue?” shrugs Dane. I think for a moment of how to phrase my concerns.
“There isn’t really one,” I muse. “It’s more that I’ve actively been ignoring her because I’d written her off. Like I said, too young, too much work, my ex’s daughter, yada yada yada. And I don’t want to be dealing with teenage drama if she somehow ends up getting her heart broken. But I went along with it because obviously, the sex was good.”
“Dude, exactly,” agrees Dane. “She literallyforcedherself into your bed.”
“Well, forced is a little strong,” I amend. “But still, this is fucked-up because Chrissy’s my ex’s daughter. She’s eighteen. What if she accidentally gets pregnant? I don’t exactly want to become a father.”
“Yeah,” grins Dane, “but of course, there’s a solution to that.”
“Condoms?” I ask in a wry tone. “No fucking way. She better be on the pill.”
“No, dumbass,” jokes Dane. “Anal.” This makes me grin, but I shake my head.
“You’re such an asshole,” I grunt. “Shit, fucking her ass while pretending she’s a doll? That’s too fucked up.”
Dane shrugs.
“Just saying. She won’t get pregnant from some deep backdoor action.”
“Maybe so,” I muse. “If Chrissy’s down to play sex doll again, maybe Ishouldfuck her in the ass instead. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yep,” nods Dane, unperturbed by my crude words. “At least you won’t get her pregnant that way.”
“True,” I agree. “And if she’s not into anal, then the game will be up. Chrissy’s not great at hiding her reactions to the sex. If she starts protesting, then we can stop all this play shit. After all, if she’s not into performing like a sex doll, then she shouldn’t pretend to be one. No one gets to have their cake and eat it too.”
“Like I said,” Dane chuckles, shaking his head in mock disgust with me. “You’re an asshole.”
I laugh and change the subject, and Dane and I continue the conversation, drinking beers and talking about our businesses. Yet I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something off about this game Chrissy started with me. I told Dane that I didn’t care what Chrissy thought of the sex dolls, but I do, even if it’s just a little bit. Whenever she’s in the house, I try to be really quiet when using them and at least a little discreet. I’d hate it if she discovered me with them, although I can’t put my finger on why, exactly.
You’re totally screwed, Brad, a voice in my head whispers.The situation has already spun out of control.
I grit my teeth because maybe my conscience is right. But Chrissy is too tempting, lovely, lush, and sexy to ignore … and I want to see how far this charade can go.
6
Chrissy
Ihear the sound of Brad’s car in the driveway and sit up immediately. I’d been reading in bed, trying to distract myself after the action that’s been going on. My breathing had just returned to normal, and I was able to actually read something instead of just staring at the words. But hearing Brad’s car has my heart racing again. I jump up and run to the window just in time to see his vehicle disappearing down the street, taillights flashing red.