Many Things

Browsing the internet while having a fucktoy ride him took much more concentration than John had expected.

The sensations she was sending him through his cock was unbelievable. Never had he thought that sex could feel this good. She rode him like a champ, lifting her hips and squeezing her pussy when coming back down, resulting in a tight thrust each impact; all while gyrating her pelvis back and forth, both stimulation her clit and cock even further.

The best part? She never got tired. Even after her body shined with sweat and her breathing became heavy, her energy and enthusiasm at riding his cock never waned. John fully believed that he could lay there for hours, being brought to orgasm after orgasm while she fucked him.

Seconds felt like minutes as John was lost in a haze of pleasure. He eventually somewhat cleared his head, coming back to his senses to find what he was looking for.

“Okay,” he started, “so according to this, a fucktoy will always clean up the mess caused by sex, regardless of what was produced during the act.”

Amy flashed him a nasty grin. “That’s not anything new. I was going to do that anyways.”

He grunted, both in pleasure and in acknowledgement.

“A fucktoy’s entire life is dedicated to their owner’s pleasure.” He continued, moving further down his list. “When not being used, their free time is spent ensuring that their bodies conform to their owner’s wishes.”

At that, he looked up towards his personal toy, running his eyes over the body he had requested of her; the body she spent every day maintaining. The strict diet she was on ensured that her body remained petite, the majority of her fat resting inside two beautifully large breasts, which were currently bouncing before his eyes. Her muscles contorted as she rode him, evidence of the workouts she did on a daily basis. Her pussy, which had come naturally hairless, matched the rest of her body; the only hair to be found were the long red locks descending down the entire length of her back, like he preferred.

His favorite part however was the accessories he had asked that she provided. Even now, her pink belly button piercing shown in the light, and the stylized “Property of John” tattoo written under her right boob made him throb inside her.

Amy didn’t say anything as his eyes roamed her body, focusing all of her energy on her current task at hand. After all, while she actively maintained the body of her owner’s dreams, she had to make sure that the sex her body provided lived up to expectation.

Having admired his toy once more, John returned to the list he had found.

“Depending on the gender and age of the model, each fucktoy comes with multiple, distinct personalities. These personalities are interchangeable at will, changing at their owner’s discretion.”

He grinned up at her. “I think that’s my favorite part.”

She smiled back, her body never stopping its movements. “I’m glad you like that feature. I have to admit, I’ve been enjoying living as your virginal sister. Your family’s been really nice to me, owner John.”

And then, without warning, she nearly yelled as she came on him; her first sex-induced orgasm of the night. Neither of them took paid much attention to it. After all, girls didn’t need orgasms to feel sexually satisfied, just fucking a dick was enough. Still, orgasms were a fun cherry on top.

“While we’re on the subject,” she continued, her paced having never slowed, “would you like a personality change, now that you’ve taken my virginity? Don’t worry, it’ll come back if you ask me to ever switch back to the ‘Virginal Sister’.”

Looking away from his phone, he moaned quizzically: “What mo-Oh fuck! …What modes do you have again?”

She suddenly stopped moving, instead pretending to ponder his question. Beneath her, John deeply groaned. She had known he was seconds away from cuming hard inside her, and had teased him by abruptly stopping. Her constant squeezing kept him right at the edge.

“Let’s see, I have the ‘Virginal Sister’, the ‘Innocent Daughter’, the ‘Religious Schoolgirl’, the ‘Trashy Trailer Park Slut’, and the ‘Insatiable Secretary’. Do any of those strike your fancy?”

As she spoke, he was desperately trying to control his urges, the need to cum nearly consuming him. “Nhhu, No…” he managed to say, his thoughts elsewhere.

What caused him to spray his third load inside her was her giggles. When she started giggling at both his words and struggles, the resulting action had sent vibrations throughout her body, reaching his cock, and giving him that push he needed to explode. As he emptied himself, she reached down and kissed him, creating a circle of pleasure that overwhelmed John's senses.

When he came down from his high, he briefly wondered how sex with anyone else could ever top this.

He sighed with deep satisfaction, his fucktoy above him starting again with slow, delicate motions, his cock ever hard inside her slick pussy.

Picking up the phone again, he continued with his list.

“A fucktoy is comfortable and will happy partake in any and all sex acts. They will gladly be shared, abused, discarded, or sold as long as their owner wishes it.”

“Well duh.” She replied, slowly speeding up again, not showing any signs of being tired. “I’d hardly be a sex toy if you couldn’t do that to me, now would I?”

John briefly pondered at the implications of that before glancing back down at the phone.