The hot pink dildo.

It was actually a rather easy choice for Eliza’s sex-addled mind to make, plucking out the long shaft of the dildo. Her inner walls were aching, she NEEDED something inside her. Very little prep was needed before starting, Eliza flopping back down on her bed and resuming the paused video. An Asian woman struggled helplessly against a set of bindings, her hands pulled taunt over her head while a knee bar presented her sex. Pink was seemingly the color of the day as she had a similar rod to Eliza, though hers was already thoroughly in use while Eliza was just getting started.

The bound beauty was accompanied by a partner, another gorgeous woman clad in sexy lingerie, who was relentlessly teasing the naked Asian. Switching between pumping thrusts to agonizingly slow teasing. She kissed and fondled the helpless woman, her subject continuously squirming under her touch. Eliza finally joined in on the fun, her toy easily slipping into her needy tunnel. The room filled with a symphony of sensual moans as the two women were simultaneously pleasured, each having their pussies gouged out by their respective pink cocks, Eliza doing her best to match the pace of the video. In and out, pause, nipple stimulation, kissing, more stimulation, more thrusting, more moans, more pleasure. Soon Eliza's self-disciplin faltered, the matching movements being replaced with deep, constant thrusts.

The video was quickly forgotten about as Eliza was absorbed into the exorbitant pleasure, her eyes closing with the intensifying feelings. This was definitely what she needed, her worries of becoming desensitized being thrown out the window with the rest of the world, her mind becoming fuzzy and blank. All that mattered at that moment was the pure, intense, carnal ecstasy. Her knees started to shake as her muscles prepared for the main course, Eliza tipping closer and closer to the fabulous release that she oh so craved.

The rhythmic pumping of her hand sped up as her walls began spasming, the euphoric waves jolting through her body. “Fuck…ah fuck.” She moaned quietly between her stifled cries, riding out the orgasm in bliss. Her hands didn’t stop their manic trusting, the pink cock forcibly spreading her contracting pussy walls, extending the length of an already intense orgasm. Despite her best efforts, her voice escaped in a primal cry, her mind becoming as blank as a freshly painted wall.

Normally her recovery time after such an orgasm would be rather quick, but her lust-filled brain was slow on the uptake, leaving Eliza lying motionlessly on her mattress. Well, mostly motionless, her hips still spasming in post-orgasmic quakes, these sharing the heightened intensity of the past session. Eliza had left the shaft buried deep inside of her, partly because of exhaustion, partly because she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of clamping down on something during her orgasms. She missed the feeling of the genuine article, the feeling of squeezing down on a pulsating, scalding hot cock was simply unmatched. Realizing the vulgarity of the thought, she started to admonish herself but didn’t get far with what little energy she had to spare. Without dressing, cleaning, or covering herself up, Eliza slipped into an exhausted, dreamless slumber.

She woke up after what seemed like minutes, though the sun peeking through her blinds told her a different story. Squirming as she awoke, she felt a pressure inside of her crotch, her freshly awake mind unable to pinpoint why she felt that way. In a spark of clarity, her mind realized the source, Eliza never actually tucking herself into bed. She lay bare on top of her covers, her phone thrown to the floor and her bed still wet with her juices. There was also the bright pink dildo that she hadn’t disposed of, one that was still shoved cozily inside of her pussy. It had apparently clutched onto it the entire night, refusing to let it slip out as she slept motionlessly.

Groaning in a combination of grogginess and annoyance, Eliza unsheathed the girthy toy with a small spasm. With much of the lubrication gone, the ridges and bumps that ran down the shaft scrapped roughly against her walls, feeling like it was trying to take her walls with it. It felt as if her pussy didn’t want to let the intruder escape, using all its might to keep the foreign object in place, but it was soon extracted. Too tired to correctly dispose of the toy, Eliza simply threw it aside before getting to her feet. Her crotch radiated a dull pain from the dildo’s extended stay, though she knew it wouldn’t last long. This wasn't the first time she had awoken with such soreness and this particular pain didn't hold a candle to the pain she had experienced in the past, she was confident the ache would be gone within the hour.

Stumbling into the living area, Eliza found that she had awoken to an empty apartment, Kat not having returned from her overnight excursion. Eliza couldn’t say she was surprised, as Kat spent more time abroad than she did at home. That did mean quiet mornings for Eliza, so it’s not like she was complaining. Pouring a bowl of cereal, Eliza sat down in front of her T.V. and ate breakfast.

Once finished, Eliza was left in the awkward position of having plans but also having nothing to do. The party wouldn’t be until that evening, so she had to wait the entire day before she could do anything. Her mind wanted to solely focus on the event she was attending that night, resisting any attempts by Eliza to do anything else. The ache from the night before had returned with a vengeance, losing none of its intensity despite Eliza's two attempts to quell it. Her mind wandered to whatever Kat was arranging for her, it throwing out random guesses on what it could be. It could be a fresh feeding partner, but that could have been found in the hours she had before the party. It could be...multiple partners, though that held the same problem as her first thought. She tossed the thought aside, the urge threatening to overtake her if she continued that train of thought. Eliza just needed to kill some time before Kat came back home, distracting herself as best as she could in the meantime.