Getting his money's worth from Slut

John was in heaven. Everything about the FSR dive was beyond his expectations. His talk with Slut had supercharged his own desires and he felt really good. Strong. Confident. Dominant.

He gripped Slut's head and pulled her down around his cock, forcing her cute nose all the way to his pelvis. She actually jumped a little as if ****, but she didn't struggle. She wiggled her tongue what little she could and she hummed pleasantly around his shaft. Several seconds passed and she was just calmly impaled on her master's cock deep in her throat. It was surprisingly anticlimactic.

"Don't do this. Simulate a need to breathe. I want to feel like I'm dominating you. I want a bit of drama. Some struggle. I want this power over you."

She immediately tensed, pulling slightly against his grip and the scene became very very real. She fought him convincingly, not out of a lack of submission but a simple biological need to breathe or die.

He let her up and she gasped and coughed, once again seeming like a very real teen fucktoy.

"Good girl."

She smiled, a thick strand of spit clinging to her chin. "Thank you, Master."

But he was already moving on, touring this newfound reality in which he was king. He slapped Slut's face and she yelped in surprise, touching a hand to her cheek and looking at him warily.

"What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to hit you to see what you would do. You did well. I like when you act real."

She grinned. "Yes, Master. I will be as real as I can for you. You may hurt me if you wish. I will simulate everything the best I can."

John didn't care. Her mouth had been incredibly realistic and his cock ached to try out her pussy. He pushed Slut down and **** her legs apart, mounting her in the middle of the room without ceremony.

She cried out with unbridled pleasure, welcoming him inside her like an old lover.

John pinned her down, taking his pleasure in her flesh at his own pace. Part of him wanted to just tear into her like an animal but he slowed down to really savor every inch of her as he penetrated her deeply. Fucking her slowly, almost tenderly.

She moaned and cooed approvingly. "Mmm. Yes, that feels so good, Master."

John couldn't believe how incredibly tight and lifelike Slut's body felt as it pulsed and clenched around his cock. As good as any woman he'd ever been with, and better than most. She was perfect. He wasn't interested in testing her sexual skills, but he assumed they were on par with her blowjob. He just wanted to fuck this tight little package moaning beneath him. Interestingly, she still wore the delicate cross necklace around her throat.

It filled him with a perverse satisfaction to imagine her a real girl, praying for forgiveness at having delighted so much in being defiled in such a way, knowing she would do it again given an opportunity.

He came, thrusting deeply and rocking his hips ever so slightly as the waves of pleasure tore through him. He groaned against his will, the sensations were so intense. He had to wonder if the system enhanced them a little, but then maybe they didn't. Maybe Slut's body was just that impossibly fine.

He collapsed onto her and rolled to one side, panting and staring at the ceiling. Slut just watched him, looking pleased.

"Thank you, Master."