A cock of her own

The first time he mentioned the whole clone-a-bone thing as a joke. Sent the link with a dozen others, toys he could use on her or she could use in his absence. Some chicks would have been offended. She wanted to try them, watch his face as she described how she would use them in her hot little pussy. Discuss the advantages of this feature or that. Should have known this was coming when a year later she was still mentioning having a replica of his cock, a replica boytoy, for her to keep. The whole thing took a strange twist when they began to talk about strap-ons and how she wanted to take his ass.

What seemed to be a slightly ‘out there’ fantasy of fucking himself looked to be fast becoming reality. His cock hardened just thinking of it. Sucking the plastic copy, licking it til it dripped wet, getting it lubed so she could fuck him with it. Putting him on his back, making him hold his legs up, offering his asshole to her voluntarily. Her fingers invading him, lubing him up. Him asking for it, asking her fuck him. The toy hot in her hand, replacing her fingers. Opening him wide, so much bigger than her fingers in his ass. Him pleading please, please please. Slow slide of his own cock in his ass til its balls deep.

Knowing he could stop her but instead wanted this, wanted her to take him, use his own body against him. Let her pull the boytoy almost out of his tight little hole and then a much firmer push back into it. She’d told him once he submitted, let her take his ass with it, she was going to chain him, on his back, arms and ankles locked to the bed over his head. Snap the replica into the harness, toss a vibrating chrome egg in her pussy before tightening the harness on her. Then she was going to take him some more, slam in and out of his ass until she came. He could only hope that once she stopped shuddering against him she would take pity on him and let him come as well.

He needed to stop thinking about it. So hard, precome dripping from his cock he wanted relief. She’d made him promise though… no coming while he was alone. He could come for her, with her, but not for himself and never alone. He could go ahead anyway, there was no one there to tell on him. But he’d know, and wouldn’t be able to lie to her about it if she asked either.

Restless, his cock throbbed with longing as he kept thinking about the replica sitting on the counter, slowly solidifying. Kept thinking about her reaction when he finally presented her with her very own copy of his cock. How hot her pussy would be, how wet she’d been everytime they contemplated the whole adventure. Kept thinking about how it would feel when she took him with it. Wondering how long it would be before that happened. Realizing he was craving the feeling of being fucked…with his own cock.