Erotic Fiction: Silicone Goddess

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I had spent a couple of nights pouring over the brothel’s website, trying to figure out which of the girls I wanted to take on first. There was Nina, with a black fur hat and maroon turtleneck. Christie, with bright green eyes, mocha-coloured skin, and short curly hair cut to a severe bob. Rachel, short and round, with the prettiest pink lips — pursed into a slight pout — that I have ever seen. There were three pages of women to choose from, all with their own gorgeous headshot, their own intriguing background story. I wanted all of them, and, eventually, I would have them all. Today though, I had to pick just one.  

I decided on Sophie. She was tall, with a tiny waist and thick thighs, long doe-brown hair that was plaited neatly to frame either side of her narrow face. She was stunning; her alabaster skin looked almost phantom-like beneath the tight black V-neck shirt she wore in her headshot, accentuating the soft curve of her breasts. She was perfect for my first night.

When the door of our room opened, I found her propped up against the bed in the far corner, her legs crossed at the ankles. Sophie wore sheer pink lingerie, the brassiere embroidered with tiny red flowers and the thong trimmed in matching lace. Tonight, her hair hung freely over her shoulders in loose curls, and her deep bovine eyes beckoned me to her. When I ran my hand along a handful of long strands, it felt like-life.

She was practically human.

I quickly pulled down my pants, struggling to shift them over my waist as my boner gave resistance. From the bed, Sophie watched me with unblinking eyes, her face never giving away her emotions as I undressed in front of her. When my dick sprang out, I almost hoped that I would see a change in expression… I almost imagined that I did see a shift in her face.

Removing my shirt was easy; I pulled it off in a fluid motion as I crawled onto the bed to join her, grabbing her body as she slowly began to fall to the side. When I was face-to-face with her, I noticed that the panties she wore had a small hole in the centre for easy access. Fuck, that’s so hot. I began to stroke myself in long motions, the palm of my hand moving across the length of my shaft.

Sophie’s lips parted against mine, my tongue darting in and out of her in soft flicks before gradually becoming hungrier, more aggressive. In an instant, I moved her back against the bed and crawled over her, guiding my dick into her mouth and thrusting roughly. I imagined her choking on it, gagging as she deep throated every single inch of me, her mouth too full to say anything at all. I took her hands and placed them on the skin of my thighs, holding her as I gyrated back and forth.

I was so close to cumming, but I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. I didn’t think that I would be turned on this quickly. I had to pause, I had to give myself a break or else I would finish.

Slowly I withdrew, squeezing on the base of my dick to ease myself back down from the precipice of orgasm. It was twitching, the sensations pent up inside of me calming down ever so slightly. She looked up at me from where she laid on the bed, a silent call for me to bury myself deep inside of her. 

My breath was ragged, but I knew this was what Sophie wanted. I had to continue, I had to pleasure her. With a shaking inhalation, I spread her legs and drilled into her through the opening of her thong.

I could almost hear Sophie cry out, picture her gripping the sheets under her hands in sheer ecstasy as I moved in and out of her rhythmically. She was so tight, her smooth pussy enveloping me as I pushed in. Her legs moved effortlessly over my shoulders, ankles crossed to my left as I angled her for the deepest penetration I could manage. She was so flexible, her hips offering no resistance as I bent her thighs closer and closer towards her torso to tighten the inside of her pussy even further. 

That was all it took to send me over the edge. Finally, it was me who was crying out, an animalistic scream brought on by this silicone goddess.