a tremendous business venture.
Autumn loved Vic’s dick. She loved to lick it, rub it, touch it, stroke it, fuck it, suck it, and run it between her modest tits. She loved to examine it, to trace its every curve with her finger, lingering on the other side, feeling its pulsing heat in her hands. She wanted to take it with her, carry it in her purse, and touch it like a token when she felt nervous or anxious, like a security blanket. She wanted it on her keychain, like a lucky rabbit’s foot.
In one way, Autumn felt very lucky to have access to Vic’s magnificent rod. In another, she felt cursed. There wasn’t much Autumn thought of as weird, but Vic’s obsession was a bit … odd. And slightly dangerous.
“Put a cucumber up my butt!” he said to her once after two weeks of dating. They hadn’t even fucked yet. In retrospect, Autumn figured this might have been calculated. Plenty of guys liked a little something in their ass, and Autumn was cool with that. She’d stick a finger up there; a rimjob if he was clean, no problem. She’d used dildos on a few guys. It was fine. It was the male equivalent of women Autumn had met who were once ashamed of who they were but had since broken free. Dudes who wanted assplay usually held back, so when one admitted to wanting it, Autumn couldn’t help but applaud them.
But Vick had started not with a finger or a tongue, but with a cucumber . Looking back, starting with the cucumber made sense, because it was far and away the most normal of Vick’s requests. He probably got a lot of refusals early-on, so making that “normal” request after the women were hooked by his wonderful cock but before they got to take a ride on it was probably one trick he’d learn to maybe double his number of yeses.
“You want a cucumber up your ass?” Autumn repeated, just to make sure. She had her tits out. Her nipples were hard, and Vick was rubbing and tweaking them. Her pants were still on, but the top snap was open and his hand kept going down below. All signs pointed to this being the night when Autumn would finally get to take a ride on Vick’s vein train, so she was horny enough to comply with just about anything. Autumn was usually the one in charge, but Vick had out-freaked her, and her pussy was willing to do whatever it took to earn its stuffing.
“There’s one in the nightstand,” he said.
“In the nightstand?”
He bit and kissed at her neck. “Yes.”
Also in retrospect, the fact that Vick had put a cucumber — or possibly even kept a cucumber — in his nightstand should have raised a flag in Autumn’s mind. But her pussy wasn’t willing to surrender.
So she shoved the cucumber up his ass. He kept telling her to push it in deeper and deeper, but Autumn thought that if she pushed any deeper, the thing was liable to squirt out of her hands and be devoured by his asshole. So while Vick was moaning with ecstasy, she pulled it out a little and discreetly impaled the end of the cucumber with a pen crosswise, which would act as a protective stopper.
Then, finally, he fucked her. With the cucumber mostly up his ass, but whatever. That was all it took; Autumn became a Vick’s cock addict. It was like the cock of a shapeshifter. She swore it was melding and changing inside her so it could hit all her best spots, filling her like a Plaster of Paris mold. Autumn passed out when she came.
The next night, Vick gestured to his nightstand again, requesting the cucumber. Autumn had known it was coming and so had mentally prepared herself. She had prepared herself so well, her mind automatically substituted “cucumber” for “glasses case,” which was what he’d actually said.
“I’m sorry,” she said. Vick’s legs were up and open, his beautiful cock and less attractive ass on display. She dug through the drawer and pulled out the glasses case.
“Do it! I want it in me!”
Autumn shrugged, attempted to sufficiently lubricate the
Autumn loved Vic’s dick. She loved to lick it, rub it, touch it, stroke it, fuck it, suck it, and run it between her modest tits. She loved to examine it, to trace its every curve with her finger, lingering on the other side, feeling its pulsing heat in her hands. She wanted to take it with her, carry it in her purse, and touch it like a token when she felt nervous or anxious, like a security blanket. She wanted it on her keychain, like a lucky rabbit’s foot.
In one way, Autumn felt very lucky to have access to Vic’s magnificent rod. In another, she felt cursed. There wasn’t much Autumn thought of as weird, but Vic’s obsession was a bit … odd. And slightly dangerous.
“Put a cucumber up my butt!” he said to her once after two weeks of dating. They hadn’t even fucked yet. In retrospect, Autumn figured this might have been calculated. Plenty of guys liked a little something in their ass, and Autumn was cool with that. She’d stick a finger up there; a rimjob if he was clean, no problem. She’d used dildos on a few guys. It was fine. It was the male equivalent of women Autumn had met who were once ashamed of who they were but had since broken free. Dudes who wanted assplay usually held back, so when one admitted to wanting it, Autumn couldn’t help but applaud them.
But Vick had started not with a finger or a tongue, but with a cucumber . Looking back, starting with the cucumber made sense, because it was far and away the most normal of Vick’s requests. He probably got a lot of refusals early-on, so making that “normal” request after the women were hooked by his wonderful cock but before they got to take a ride on it was probably one trick he’d learn to maybe double his number of yeses.
“You want a cucumber up your ass?” Autumn repeated, just to make sure. She had her tits out. Her nipples were hard, and Vick was rubbing and tweaking them. Her pants were still on, but the top snap was open and his hand kept going down below. All signs pointed to this being the night when Autumn would finally get to take a ride on Vick’s vein train, so she was horny enough to comply with just about anything. Autumn was usually the one in charge, but Vick had out-freaked her, and her pussy was willing to do whatever it took to earn its stuffing.
“There’s one in the nightstand,” he said.
“In the nightstand?”
He bit and kissed at her neck. “Yes.”
Also in retrospect, the fact that Vick had put a cucumber — or possibly even kept a cucumber — in his nightstand should have raised a flag in Autumn’s mind. But her pussy wasn’t willing to surrender.
So she shoved the cucumber up his ass. He kept telling her to push it in deeper and deeper, but Autumn thought that if she pushed any deeper, the thing was liable to squirt out of her hands and be devoured by his asshole. So while Vick was moaning with ecstasy, she pulled it out a little and discreetly impaled the end of the cucumber with a pen crosswise, which would act as a protective stopper.
Then, finally, he fucked her. With the cucumber mostly up his ass, but whatever. That was all it took; Autumn became a Vick’s cock addict. It was like the cock of a shapeshifter. She swore it was melding and changing inside her so it could hit all her best spots, filling her like a Plaster of Paris mold. Autumn passed out when she came.
The next night, Vick gestured to his nightstand again, requesting the cucumber. Autumn had known it was coming and so had mentally prepared herself. She had prepared herself so well, her mind automatically substituted “cucumber” for “glasses case,” which was what he’d actually said.
“I’m sorry,” she said. Vick’s legs were up and open, his beautiful cock and less attractive ass on display. She dug through the drawer and pulled out the glasses case.
“Do it! I want it in me!”
Autumn shrugged, attempted to sufficiently lubricate the
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