“But I won’t be inside you.” Jacob says his shoulders slump. ‘How could she do this to me?’ He cries in anguish in his mind, his cock throbbing inside the soft, warm diaper. He sighs and resigns himself to more humiliation and reaches down to take off the diaper so he can put on the harness.
“No, leave it on that way you don’t have an accident and decide to get us kicked out,” Izzy says, watching his face fall further again. ‘Should I just let him have sex with me?’ Izzy asks herself, ‘It’s not like I have been seeing the doctor as regularly.’
She watches as he fumbles trying to get the complicated series of straps situated. She sits up and kisses his chest as she helps him get it into place. “Ooh, it fits great,” she whispers. She grabs ahold of the toy and strokes it; it feels cold and a little rubbery, but it looks similar to his, and there is a pleasing upward bend to it. She thinks about how it will hit her G-spot perfectly.
She strokes it a few more times, and a drip of lube forms on the head. She bends down and licks it while looking up at him. She can see the goosebumps running down his arms. She looks back at the toy, and it looks almost real. Ok, it looks fake, but she has had stranger-looking cocks inside her recently.
Jacob stands with the harness in place; he looks down at it, and it does kind of look real. He holds up the tube filled with cum. “How’s this supposed to work?” he asks.
“It’s a cum tube. When you want to fill me full of a creampie, you press the plunger and fill me so full,” Izzy says. She gets some lube and squirts it on the toy, rubbing it in with one hand, “And you do want to fill me so full, don’t you? Can’t let Cane have all the fun. Or Grup or the tentacle beasts.”
“Yes, I want you, but I want it to be me in you,” Jacob practically whimpers.
“I want you, Jacob,” she whispers in her most manipulative, persuasive tone of voice while looking up at him.
Jacob is still feeling betrayed by all of this, but he looks down at the toy again and then up at Izzy as she stands up and puts the tip between her legs. “You are beyond sexy,” he whispers as he twitches inside the diaper.
Izzy rocks back and forth, feeling the texture of the toy rumble on her clit. “This is how me and Grub fucked; he doesn’t fit inside me,” she whispers, feeling him thrust forward at the idea. She kisses him. “I have missed you in me, Jacob.” She feels him start thrusting in time with her. “You will fuck me, won’t you? “Please,” she fake begs.
Jacob feels her hips roll back, and when she rolls them forward, he can feel the tip hit the edge of her vagina with each pass; his own cock twitches again.
Izzy feels it through the strapon. “See, this is hot, isn’t it?” She says, kissing him, then biting his neck, then up to his ear to whisper, “Now come fuck me, stud.” Reclaim your cheating girlfriend. I have been so bad. You heard everyone asking where I was. They all just want another turn with me, Jacob.”
Jacob’s cock is painfully erect; he can feel the precum leaking out of him only to be collected a moment later in the soft padding. He internally roars and externally grabs her hips and tries to aim the toy.
Izzy feels him move to thrust inside her, but she pulls away and lies on her back on the bed, legs parted. He needs no invitation; he climbs on the bed and presses the tip to her opening.
Jacob finds the process is familiar but not natural; the toy is not perfectly aligned with his own member. But it’s close, and the pressure of the toy against her body translates to pressure against him. He groans, “I need you, Izzy.” He pushes against her opening with the toy. He watches as it enters her, easily sliding deep inside her.
Jacob leans down to kiss Izzy, and the toy plunges deeper. She squirms under the pressure, biting his shoulder as she adjusts to the size. Jacob starts to thrust into her as he feels her teeth on his skin. “That’s right, you have been cheating, haven’t you?” he whispers, knowing it’s not true, but it’s hot in the moment.
“That’s right, fuck your dirty girlfriend.” She thrusts up to meet him, the toy not long enough to hurt, just long enough to make her fulfilled. ‘Almost,’ she whispers in her mind. She scratches his back lightly. “Show me how much of a man you are,” she grunts as he fucks harder. The pressure builds slowly as he takes out his pent-up sexual frustration on her vagina. She is glad she lubed the toy, or this would be painful; instead, the deep thrusts down to the toy’s balls just push her into the mattress, and with every pull out, she rises back up to meet him.
He pulls out of her, watching how her vagina doesn’t snap closed like before. “They have stretched you out so much,” he grunts as he breathes hard, his heart racing. “I want to fuck you like Cain did,” he demands.
She moans and looks at him. “What time?” She smirks evilly.
“Over the edge of the bed,” Jacob says and motions, Izzy’s slightly cruel words only fueling his fire.
She bends over the motel bed; she puts a pillow under her chest so she can breathe. She looks across the room at the closet and, for the first time, realizes that the partially open door reflects the bed; she can see him position himself behind her. She can feel the pressure as the toy enters her; she pinches her nipples and presses firmly on her breasts, biting the bedsheet. “Fuck your slutty girlfriend; fuck me hard like Cane does.”
Jacob, filled with lust and anger, thrusts forward hard. He grabs her hips and slams himself into her. With each hard thrust, the pressure rubs the harness against his cock, making it feel good—not as good as being in her, but it feels good enough. He feels the buzz of a potential orgasm growing. He revels in it.
She bites the bed, the force of him slamming into her butt making something jostle inside her. She feels herself grow wetter. She whimpers “fuck” into the sheets. He fucks her hard, slowly leaning over her back, tipping the angle of the toy lower and lower till it is pressing on her G-spot and bladder. She scrabbles and grabs the sheets. “Oh, fuck, Jacob, I am close.”
Izzy says the words he loves so much: “I want your cum, Jacob. I want you to Cum in me!” He can’t feel her clamping down on the toy, but he can see it in her body language. She has started to orgasm. He fumbles for the cum syringe and presses the plunger as he thrusts into her like he is having an orgasm. Her reaction is extreme.
Izzy can feel the room temperature come and flood her. She can feel him buried to the hilt. She can feel his desperation. She can feel the wonderful tingling rush of an orgasm ripping through her. He keeps thrusting into her. “I am your slut, YOUR slut,” she cries out as her orgasm peaks.
He slowly fucks Izzy, making her twitch as the overstimulated nerve endings fire off panic messages. Jacob slowly stops and rests, leaving the toy fully in her as Izzy lies half conscious, floating in a sea of dopamine. He kisses the smooth skin of her back.
