The perfect toy.

Nancy’s eyes waver. If it feels so... right for her body to be made useful for holding these nipple clips, and for holding this belt around her neck... wouldn't it feel even more right if her body was also put to use holding this butt plug? She wrestles within herself for a simple answer. Some growing part of her is absolutely sure that it would.

Everything about this is deeply humiliating. Her whole life turned inside out in a day. These squalid living conditions... The bowl of leftovers she will be expected to eat later that is sitting uncovered and forgotten in the corner... Having her private sex toys paraded out in front of her... Her mother being complicit in giving her things to this disgusting man with a disgusting dick. The hints of what she will be expected to do... All of it. Why the fuck does Kyle get to define what is useful? Her betraying body’s responses to his praise are infuriating. She resists a sudden urge to scratch away the dried cum on her face. I need to leave it. For Kyle... Because he wants it there... Maybe using more of her body to hold Kyle’s cum would be even more useful...

And that is it.

That is the thought that starts the snowball down the hill, the thought that tumbles ass over teakettle into an avalanche of dark realizations and things that can't be unthought, all to end with the mental image of being covered head to toe in revolting, crusted-over cum, and the knowledge that someday, probably very soon, despite her will to do otherwise, she would like it. This is the thought that breaks her.

I await some sort of reply from Nancy. She stares straight through the metal butt plug, as if hypnotized. And not just that... She is starting to hyperventilate. Poor thing must be overly excited. She continues to stare into space as I reach behind her and use the belt-leash to walk her up the futon on her hands and knees. Her hyperventilating only quickens into a sort of pant as I push against her bare shoulder blades to lean her over the back of the futon, face to the window.

I dig in the zippered bag and find some condoms that will never fit me so I toss them across the room. Next I find a lube bottle and drop it next to the plug between her knees. I hike her black skirt up to her hips and take a moment to feel the outline of the hardening cock in my sweats as I marvel at her smooth ass cheeks. I caress them for a while, then give them some gentle smacks to watch how they react. Once that curiosity is satisfied, I run a finger up her naked labia. It appears to be running hot. A little pressing confirms that she has been getting wet for at least a little while now.

“What a gorgeous ass you have. It is getting me hard so quickly. See?” I fish out my oddly shaped cock and bounce it off her firm ass. She doesn’t respond, other than to continue fogging the window with her panting. I pick up and open the lube, then on a whim, I pause long enough to give her tightly closed asshole a little lick, then a wet press with the tip of my tongue. Another item checked on my sexual bucket list, nominally. The sphincter pulses once, but is not receptive to intrusion. I squirt an excessive amount of lube around her asshole, then rub it around with my finger, pressing harder on her resistant backdoor with each pass. Eventually the seal starts to give way, and with persistence I am knuckle deep inside of her. A quiet grunt lets me know that she isn’t completely catatonic. Once inside, I push and retreat a few times, working through her layers of resistance. it is a slower process than I expected. My wrist is quickly tiring out, having to be forceful in both directions.

“Wow, Nancy... If this is your toy...why does it feel like...you’ve never used it...before?”

Nancy murmurs something into the sunset, but I don’t catch it.

I grab the lube bottle and wipe sweat from my forehead. Christ I am out of shape. Another squirt on the plug and I press the rounded point into her pucker. The plug is about as small as they come, but it takes a long persistent push for it to securely settle into its new home. I admire the glinting blue gem plugged in her ass.

“It matches your eyes. How cute is that!” I press my thumb on it and give it a little gyration. “Does it feel good to keep this little thing safe where it belongs?”

Nancy utters a sharp, husky moan, flashing the window with a white disc of fog.

“I guess it does.” I stroke myself idly and watch her pant, not at all in her right mind. I get behind her and brandish the angry dwarf, with a firm grip and give her pussy an upward thwap. I repeat the **** a few more times, each thwap sounding wetter than the last. “I think you are ready now.” I adjust my angle and make small circular movements to zero in on her hot, wet opening.

“This has been a great fake date, Nancy.”

I thrust my cock into her. Her pussy sucks in the first little bit just fine, but my widening girth hits her stretching limit immediately, eliciting an open throated groan from the other end of my sextoy, a groan that pitches up sharply with each prodding discomfort. Still, she says nothing, staring ahead.

Looking down, I see I am only a third of the way in. That is a little disappointing, but it feels pretty fucking good already. I work the cock back out with a slow slurp, then try again. In and out, finding a surge of divine pleasure each time it wedges to a tight stop, then again each time I pull the meaty wedge free.

“Think how good you will feel when you can take the whole thing.”

I start pulling almost all the way out and giving her some good, hard thrusts, gripping the futon for leverage as I ram it in. Her pussy starts to give a little.

“Not everyone can...take a dick like this... Most women are...scared to even try.”

I am getting a real sweat going, forcefully plugging her pussy, then grinding my pelvis into her, savoring the fresh pleasure of each incremental bit of progress. As the outside light is fading, I see Nancy's reflection in the window and realize she is staring at herself, and between pants and pained moans, she is mumbling to herself.

“We are almost halfway now, Nancy. It’s going to get easier soon. You are doing so good.”

Thump. Grind. Slurp. Thump. Grind. Slurp. Thump. Grind. Slurp. We are getting agonizingly close. I squirt lube all over my cock. I catch some fragments of Nancy's words. "...tha thhhingg ...aaaAAHAHH... can't rrrrmmMMAAAAHH......jusss...fffake paiaaAAOOOHHaann...aaahhhm...sooo ussseful..." It sounds like she is finally getting it.

“You should know, I’ve never actually gotten all the way in with a woman before, so in a way, I'm kind of a virgin still. You know what happens if you take it all? That will make you my extra special fucktoy. Maybe better than a real woman.”

To my surprise, the next time I press deep into her, I feel her lean back into it, her wavering, high pitched moan echos in the glass. She sits back harder, apparently willing to ruin her precious hole for me. That’s the closest thing to authentic love I can imagine from a fuckslut.

The fact that she is doing an amazing job of turning me on has probably made this process a bigger challenge than it had to be. Still, I feel something slip, then a whoosh of sliding in deep as the mouth of her stretched out pussy is finally allowed to relax. As it gently contracts, it hugs the base of my cock lovingly. Once the initial shock that it happened passes I hear her panting intensifies and her whole body starts to get rigid.

"You did it! I'm all the way in, honey." I pat her ass and marvel at the sight of her engulfing all of me.

What erupts from Nancy is sort of a throaty, rising wail, flinging spittle against the window. Her new butt plug bobs frantically with her orgasmic shudder. Seeing that this is going to be the mother of all orgasms, I reach around and tug on the chain of the nipple clips. She starts bucking involuntarily from some deeper orgasm, arms and legs thrashing wildly, overpowering me, forcing me to grab onto anything for support as the meat anchor trapped inside of her is yanking the rest of me in unpredictable directions. I get hold of the belt-leash and try my best to steer us to safety.

When the theatrics finally end, I find myself sitting on the futon. Nancy is facedown on the floor with her bent legs spread wide on my lap, my cock still very much lodged deep inside of her. Every twenty seconds or so she has an aftershock. Sometimes her thighs twitch, sometimes her pelvis jerks, tugging my cock, and sometimes the crystal blue butt plug does a single bob. The poor thing needs a rest.

I close my eyes and try to ignore her sudden movements until my cock shrinks enough to pull out with ease. As much as I want to pump her full, I really can’t risk getting her pregnant anytime soon. After I slide out from under her, letting her legs straighten out a bit, I stroke myself hard again. This really was a great fake date. I step astride her waist again and play with my balls, realizing my sexual bucket list is growing rapidly. I watch my sextoy’s heaving back as her breathing gradually settles. Her eyes are half closed and her faded blue hair is scattered all around, a few tangles drape her face, growing dark as they absorb from the pool of drool. My balls tighten.

Nancy’s eyes flutter open as she gains just enough awareness to recognize the feeling of thick ropes of cum striking up and down her bare back. She shudders in tormented delight with yet another orgasm. Kyle is letting me hold more of his cum for him! Sure, it’s gross, but lots of important jobs have some gross parts to them, so it's not really that bad. Still, she feels a vague emptiness now that Kyle has stopped using her painfully overstretched pussy. It hurts now, but if she practices, maybe he’ll be able to fuck it all the time.

Wouldn't that be useful.