“Can you give me a little privacy, maybe?” He snaps.
“You shy?” I smirk. “Don't worry, I have no interest in your cock. But I'm not about to leave you down here so you can slip it inside and fuck my girl unprotected. Just do your thing.”
To prove that I'm not interested in what he's up to, I pull my phone out of my pocket and tap around on it a bit, opening the camera app while pretending I'm simply scrolling. There's zero chance that I'm not taking advantage of this moment for leverage in the unlikely event that he decides to turn on me. My little doll had asked me if I recorded myself with her, and the idea had never occurred to me. But now, it's occurred to me that I can't affordnotto document everything.
He gives me a look of frustration, but it's not enough to make him tuck himself away.
“Just stay back.” He grunts, stroking himself with the palm of his hand down to the tip and then giving it a tug before working his way back up. Considering his dick is barely even visible around his fist, I know there's not much of it. He climbs over my little doll, straddling her bare legs, and returns to fisting himself.
He groans when he finds a rhythm, his shoulders tensing as he coaxes himself to pleasure.
His sounds turn animalistic, like a hungry rodent that's finally being fed, and then he cries out. It's a long, high-pitched sound that makes me stare hard at his back, wondering what the fuck just happened.
He's silent for a second before crying out again, and then his dick twitches out his release, his cum pooling just between the valley of my little doll's breasts.
“Fuck,” he gasps, panting to try and catch a full breath, his hand on his thigh to brace himself. I hope the old fucker isn't about to have a heart attack on top of my little doll. “She was that goddamn good, and I didn't even touch her yet.”
I stay as silent as my little doll does while he helps himself to a handful of her soft breast, groaning more gently this time.
Fucking end him now.
He marked her.
He fucking soiled her.
But he didn’t ruin her. And he didn’t get to experience the pleasure of her body.
I’ll let him live, just a little longer. Let him lead me to his friends, bringing me more victims on a silver platter.
“Next time I'll fuck you so hard,” he promises her, “you'll feel it when your master lets you wake up.”
“Just don't forget the condom next time.”
“Oh, I won't. I'll supply your little business with all the condoms you're gonna need. And you're gonna need a lot. I've got no shortage of friends who could do with a little weekly stress release. Your girl will be so busy you may have to stake your claim on her ass while that pussy's being used just to get your own fill.”
Satiated, he rolls off of her and steps into his pants, tucking himself away before turning to face me.
I stash my phone, showing him he's got my attention.
“So, how much are we talking? You have a flat rate or hourly?”
Hourly? Not a fucking chance I'm sharing her that long.
“Flat rate.” I shrug. “Just a couple hundred. She's well-cared for, obviously, and I need funds to maintain her care... and to protect my investment.”
“Okay.” He nods. “I know a few guys who will be interested.”
“Guys you know well? Because I don't want justanyonewho can pay to fuck her. She's a premium product. You don't serve an '02 Cristal Roederer to peasants who would just as readily accept a glass of Verdi.”
He laughs at my reference.
“Of course. Swill for the swine, and diamonds for the debonair.”
I nod.
“I've got a poker game Thursday night. High stakes, no one who works anywhere making less than mid-six figures. Join me. See if my friends meet your standards.”
I watch him thoughtfully. “I'm not usually one for games.”
