Rob makes a dildo replica of his cock

Thursday – November 13, 2025, High School Parking Lot, 3:15 p.m.

The school day ended on a crisp fall afternoon, with Linda wrapping up a final history review session before gathering her things to head home—another separate day in her and Josh's routine, meaning she'd spend the evening at her parents' house. As she walked to her car in the nearly empty parking lot, Rob approached her unexpectedly, his unattractive, ugly features set in that now-familiar dominant smirk. "I'll take you home... to my place," he said in a low, commanding tone, not quite asking but stating it as fact, his eyes lingering on her curves. Linda hesitated, her internal turmoil flaring—I told him no yesterday, and I lied to Josh about ending this... but knowing how much it turns him on, maybe one more time? The guilt gnawed at her, but the addictive thrill of the taboo, amplified by memories of Josh's arousal from her stories, made her reluctantly agree. "Okay... but just for a bit," she murmured, getting into his car, her heart racing with a mix of fear and unwelcome excitement as they drove to his apartment, the secrecy weighing heavier than ever.

Thursday – November 13, 2025, Rob's Apartment, 3:45 p.m.

Upon arriving at Rob's cluttered apartment, the air thick with anticipation, he wasted no time asserting his dominance, his lonely demeanor fully shed for the commanding persona he'd embraced. "Strip naked—now," he ordered, his gruff voice leaving no room for argument, as he set up his phone on the tripod again, the camera's red light blinking to life, recording every moment for their secret collection. Linda felt a flush of embarrassment and degradation, her naive heart protesting—This is wrong; I shouldn't be here, letting him control me like this—but she obeyed, peeling off her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties, standing fully exposed in his living room, her perfect 55kg hourglass figure on display: full 34D boobs, slim waist, round firm ass, and smooth pussy already betraying her with a hint of wetness. As she undressed, Rob pulled out a plain box from a drawer, opening it to reveal a massive dildo—a replica of his own 9-inch cock, but enhanced by 15% in both length and thickness, making it over 10 inches long and proportionally girthier, a monstrous silicone beast veined and realistic.

Linda's eyes widened in surprise and fear; That's... impossible, she thought, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the sight, intimidated by its sheer size—far bigger than even Rob's impressive endowment, let alone Josh's. "What... what is that for?" she asked, voice trembling, a mix of dread and curiosity stirring her arousal despite his repulsiveness. Rob grinned, holding it up. "My little upgrade—gonna stretch you out good for the camera. Lie back on the couch, slut." He applied a generous amount of lubricant to the dildo, slicking its surface, then positioned himself between her legs as she reclined, spreading them submissively. With deliberate pressure, he pushed the head against her entrance—barely able to get it inside, the massive tip stretching her tight pussy to its absolute limit, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain mixed with pleasure. "Relax, whore—take it like you were made for," he growled, working it slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

As the dildo inched deeper, Linda's initial fear melted into overwhelming enjoyment—the intense stretch filling her in ways that bordered on euphoric, every ridge and vein stimulating her walls like nothing before. "Oh God... it's so big... feels amazing," she moaned, her body adapting, hips bucking instinctively as Rob fucked her with it, thrusting the toy in and out with increasing speed. She enjoyed the dildo immensely, her pussy gripping it tightly, juices flowing freely as it plunged deeper—reaching 8 inches inside her, hitting spots that made her toes curl and her 34D boobs heave with each breath. "Yes... fuck me with it... harder!" she cried, moaning all over the sensations, her voice a symphony of ecstasy that the camera captured faithfully. Rob watched hungrily, twisting the dildo for added friction. "Look at you, loving this monster—such a size queen slut," he taunted, pushing her toward the edge. The buildup was relentless; her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her walls spasming around the toy, screaming, "I'm cumming... oh fuck, yes!" as waves of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her trembling and soaked.

Rob pulled the dildo out slowly, letting her catch her breath, but he wasn't done. "Rest for 15 minutes—you're gonna need it," he said, handing her water and smirking as she lay there, spent but glowing. Linda's mind raced during the break—That was incredible... but the guilt is coming back already. How can I keep this secret?—her body still humming from the high, conflicting with her love for Josh. After the pause, Rob positioned her on all fours, lubing up again before fucking her harder and rougher with the dildo, slamming it in with forceful thrusts that buried nearly the full length inside her. "Take it all, you filthy whore—scream for the camera," he commanded, one hand gripping her hip while the other worked the toy mercilessly. Linda moaned wildly, enjoying the brutal intensity, her pussy stretched and filled beyond belief: "More... it's so deep... I love it!" The roughness pushed her over again, a second orgasm ripping through her, even more powerful, her body convulsing as she collapsed forward, panting. Rob recorded every gasp, every tremor, adding to their hidden archive, his plan to corrupt her advancing with each session. As she dressed shakily and left, the guilt resurfaced, but the thrill lingered, leaving her torn as she headed home to her parents' house for the separate evening.