The Naughty

Illicit Obsession

"He's scared of getting her pregnant," explains Dane, rolling his eyes. "So I told him to fuck her in the ass. Anal is safe, bro."

"Which I did," I groan at the memory of Chrissy's unforgivingly tight little ass, and how it had made me come embarrassingly quickly.

"How was it?" asks Dane with approval.

"Incredible. She's a squirter too, and gets off from backdoor stimulation."

"Fuuuuuck," Ed drawls.

"Goddamn, that sounds hot," Dane agrees. "But with all this, she can't possibly think you believe she's a sex doll?"

"No, she doesn't," I agree in a terse voice. "And therein lies the problem. We've brought the issue into the open and fuck, but it's complicated. I basically ended it, and I feel like a complete asshole for dropping her like a hot coal. Not to mention the sex doll shit."

My two buddies chuckle.

"Lighten up, man," Ed elbows me playfully. "You're forgetting that I met Kimber at a breeding party, right here at Club Z. Don't you remember what a fucking mess that was? And now look at us.Married."

"Exactly," growls Dane in agreement. "And my story is even more fucked-up. I bredanotherwoman after I'd already gotten involved with Jamie. Well, at least Iattendeda breeding party. I didn't actually touch that woman, although obviously, when Jamie found out, she went ape-shit. But all that's by the by. I'm just saying that there are worse things than a hot young girl pretending to be a sex doll to get you to fuck her. Just go with the flow, my man. That's my mantra these days."

"It's still a fucked-up situation," I insist. "It's not just that Chrissy's young. I used to date hermom, Janice. It's just too bizarro and pervy, like I'm some sick troll with gray hair peeking out from under my trench coat."

"Yeah, that is kind of perky," Dane acknowledges.

"Speaking of which," Ed drawls, squinting off through the blinking lights of the dance floor. "You're talking about the Janice that I met last time I was in the city, right? With the big boobs and blonde hair."

"Yeah, why?" I ask. "What's it to you?"

Ed squints again into the distance.

"Well, isn't that Janice over there?"

I blink, surprised. What the fuck? But then, I see that Ed's right. There's a woman standing next to the dance floor, dressed in nothing but a thong and high heels, balancing a tray of drinks in one hand. She's blonde, beautiful, and svelte with a narrow waist and big breasts for her smallish frame.

"Holy fuck!" I grunt with surprise. "Janice works at Club Z now?"

"Looks like it," Dane hums. "Did you know?"

"Fuck no!" I reply, unable to keep the note of surprise out of my voice. "But then again, I'm actually not surprised," I continue. "You know Janice ditched me because she wanted to try a polyamorous lifestyle. I guess Club Z was her first stop." Then, as we watch, Janice serves the drinks to two men sitting at a table to our left. The guys glance at her lustfully before leaning forwards to suckle at her breasts. Janice throws her head back and sighs, cupping those big boobies as male hands rove hungrily over her ass and thighs.

"It looks like she got her wish," grunts Dane, his eyebrows up in the air. "Because damn, that woman's working it." As we watch, one of the men slides his hand into the front of her thong, clearly twiddling her clit. Meanwhile, the other pushes the back of her thong out of the way before stroking the tight pleats of her asshole. Janice throws her head back even further, enjoying the depravity as she moans, clutching both men to her chest.

Clearly a threesome is about to take place, but I don't need to see it. In fact, I've seen all I need to see here at Club Z tonight. Enough to confirm that this isn't my scene anymore. But also enough for some basic education: women nowadays are into kinky stuff, just like dudes. Polyamorous living, breeding, and even pretending to be a sex doll.

Maybe I just needed my eyes opened. Maybe what I've been doing with Chrissy isn't so bad because women have desires too, and it's fine for them to express their preferences. In fact, I appreciate it because it takes the guesswork out of things.

Suddenly, I know I've fucked up because I've been judging Chrissy for being nothing but playful. I've assumed that the dirty acts and rancid sex have been too much for the teen girl, but now, I know I'm wrong. She's an adult. She has a high school degree and is of legal age. I can't make these decisions for her, and I shouldn't have judged her while I held myself to a different standard. Suddenly, I know what I need to do. I need to talk to the curvy girl, and to atone for my actions. That is, if it's not too late already.