Chapter 12
TWELVE
BOBBY
B acon popped in the pan, fat sparking out and hitting the backsplash.
My phone buzzed, and I glanced over at it. It wasn't an order this time. It was an alert that the microphone had been activated.
‘Couldn't resist, huh?' I murmured, opening the app and pressing the side button to push the volume to max.
The first sounds were rustling and movement. A locking of a door. The ping of a phone camera taking photos.
I counted out the beeps, every ten seconds. Plenty of pictures. If she had the balls to send them.
Soft moans turned to sloppy gurgles, and I closed my eyes, focusing on each individual noise, ruminating in them.
‘That's it Ashley, take it all,' I groaned, sliding my hand into my underpants and fisting my quickly hardening dick. She sounded like she was struggling, but I'd train her on the real thing until she could swallow every inch and still wag her behind for more.
Heaves mixed with moans until at last she stopped, deep breaths all that came through the phone. My hand stilled in my pants as I waited. Would she fuck it? Fuck me.
It barely took her a minute until her lustful groans filled my ears, an ouch falling from her as she stretched over my modelled dick.
The urge to jump in my truck and go to her burned at me. I wanted to see. Hell, I wanted to pin her to the floor and fill her ass while my simulation dick filled her sweet cunt. I'd need to make another to fill all of her holes to bursting with me.
My hand gripped harder around my dick as I tried to match her. Needy moans quickened along with the pace of her pussy sliding sloppily on my cock. My girl was working hard, punishing herself on the dildo.
Twists of pleasure built in my balls, tension threading through me.
‘That's it my pet. Show me how you'll take me. Let me hear it.'
I growled out the words, my balls tightening until I couldn't hold back anymore. At last, she tumbled over the edge, her cries tipping me right over with her.
Ropes of cum filled my pants right as the smoke alarm sounded, my poor bacon black as soot.
Shame.
If my pet was there, I'd have crushed up the charred meat along with my cum and made her eat it from the floor while I filled her right back up with my dick.
Next time.
I shut off the mic. It's job done… for now.
A grin broke when a new message popped up on my site.
With attachments.