Below is a porny porn short story I churned out due to a Great Need. In my loins. Content is based on the notion of free use, so it's falls under dubious consent. Straight, male/female pairing, male dominant. Also god if anyone knows a better hosting site for erotica that isn't newgrounds, please let me know.

Without further adieu

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A disturbance roused me from my sleep, not the usual emptiness in my stomach but a fullness... elsewhere. A stiffness. An erectness. Specifically, in my erection.

I rolled to my side, facing where my newest purchase had curled herself up. The moonlight filtering in through the fluttering curtains illuminated the pearly curves of her hips, the duvet having been cast aside in the summer heat. I traced my finger over the sweat-slicked contours of her waist, following my whims down to her spine and further still. To my dismay, I smelled only sweat wafting on the sweet summer breeze, and not a thing more.

Sliding my hand between her splayed legs, I cupped my palm around her pussy. Slipping a finger inside, I found only dry resistance. Shame. She still needed to learn the basics.

As I probed, I felt her body stir to wakefulness. I removed my hand from her, supporting my body as I moved over her. As I shifted my weight, I wrapped a hand around her throat. Not tight, but a gentle reminder of my presence and prominence. As I stroked my thumb over her windpipe, I watched her eyes flutter open. I saw the moment of fear before realization and acceptance dawned over her gaze.

“Quiet, my precious fawn in the headlights. You’re in the right place, it’s just me. Remember me?”

She nodded and her lips twitched near a smile. It was always difficult for the new recruits. My method of throwing them facefirst into the steaming water of my bedroom and hoping that they swam always yielded pleasant results, but it wasn’t an easy process. The initial acclimation was relatively quick, but teaching a new doll the ropes took time.

I smiled down at her, thumb still petting her neck. In time she’d be perfect, always preparing herself before bed in case of midnight or morning use. Always eager, never reluctant or slow. This time, however, I was going to need some sort of lubricant.

What a pain. I never knew where the bottle was. As I stared at her quivering lips, though, a better solution occurred.

With my right hand moving to her hip, I trailed my left hand up around her jaw. With a trace of my fingers across her lips came a whimper, and I answered by pushing through the seal of her lips and beyond her teeth. I caressed her tongue, feeling her timid trembles from within her mouth. Her tongue darted and writhed.

I furrowed my brow. “My dear, cease this pointless fight. Relax your tongue, relax your throat and let me lubricate you properly.”

She closed her eyes but yielded to my fingers. I slid my fingers in and out, less to wet them and more to savor the softness.

For a moment I worried that she had fallen back asleep, and I took that as my cue to move on. I trailed my digits out of her mouth, running them down her chin, to her chest, past her belly as I shifted my weight over her. To my pleasure, when I reached her slit I found the slickness that should have been there from the start.

“In the future, you should bring yourself to orgasm before you sleep. You’ll stay wet through the night, which is far more convenient in times like this.” I tried to give her a pitying smile.

She didn’t reply with words but opened her eyes, only to avert them. I frowned, but I was still tired. Her training could wait until the morning.

I slid my hands to her ass and then under her thighs, pushing them back towards her chest. My cock, ever at attention, was poised at her entrance. With little fanfare, I slipped inside. Tight. Ah, nothing like the feel of a new doll. Of course I knew that vaginas didn’t wear out with frequent use, but nerves did, and nothing was tighter than a nervous pussy. In time we’d be in a routine, and I would have traded in a supple, scared slit for a more... relaxed fit.

Sure, the obedience was a nice perk, but obedient dolls sell best to inexperienced buyers. She was truly a beauty, the thick hair on her mound only a tad darker than the chestnut mane atop her head, and once she was broken in she’d fetch a penny prettier than her body. Once I’d sold her— for a profit, lest you doubt— I’d buy the newest, most ornery doll I could find, and the cycle would continue. Business as usual.

Ah, business. Business business. In all of my musings about management of mounts, I’d forgotten what I was here to do at this midnight moment. I redoubled my thrusting efforts, hoping to get myself off and back to sleep sooner.

“Tell me, girl. How do you orgasm? Have no doubt I’ll see to your pleasure if you’ll just tell me the means.”

Her mouth opened slightly, but she didn’t speak.

“Well? Out with it. I want to feel you cum around my cock, and I don’t like waiting.”

“I don’t... I’ve never had an orgasm, sir.” The words trembled from her lips.

“Ah, so you have a voice. I’m sorry, never an orgasm? That won’t do. Damn, I won’t be sleeping soon after all.”

“My apologies, sir.”

“Save your shame, that won’t help us. How do you feel, with my dick inside you?”

“I don’t understand.” She cast her gaze down, hiding her beautiful blue irises from my sight.

I huffed and slowed my thrusting, making it firmer, more deliberate. “Tell me what my cock feels like. You feel sensations still, yes?”

“I—”

“And look at your master when he speaks.”

Her deeply oceanic eyes stared up at me, wet with tears. “Master, I feel very full. And... warm.”

“Good. Do you like this feeling?”

She started to look away but seemed to remember her orders a split second later, and once more stared deep into my own eyes. “Yes. It feels pleasant.”

“It should. See, inexperienced masters won’t understand, but your pleasure can feed my own. That is its purpose, and so you shall seek it out as one of your duties. Now then.” I moved my right hand from the bedsheet, before placing the heel of my palm just to the right of her clit. In firm, circular motions I rubbed, staring her dead in the eye. “Tell me what this does to you. If it is nothing, you must tell me so or we’ll get nowhere.”

“It— Oh!” A weak moan if I’d ever heard one, but some buyers would take that. “It’s very nice. Warm. Strange, but warm.”

“Worry not for the strangeness. Focus on the warmth. The pressure.” I lifted my hand slightly and was pleased to feel her raise her hips in protest. “When there is absence, focus on your desire.”

“Yes, master.” Her words came out more staccato now, punctuated with puffs of breath.

I pushed my palm down once more, eliciting a pleased whine. I thrusted slow and steady, feeling my dick throb off tempo with her heartbeats. Then, thought I kept my hips moving, I lifted my hand away.

“Oh...”

I smiled. “Would you like my hand back?”

“That’s not my place—”

“Nonsense, you shall voice your needs so that you may serve me best. Would you like my hand back?”

“Master, yes master.”

I leaned down, putting my right hand on her chest and my weight above it. “Is that the best begging you can muster?”

“Please, please.” The words were panted, but for all their desperation lacked passion.

My hand trailed up her collarbone and closed around her throat. I saw the panic flare in her eyes, and for a moment the sight was too much for me to take, at least when mixed with the alluring musk of her pussy. I stopped my thrusting and watched her eyelids flutter.

“Master...” The words barely registered in my ears.

“I will remove my hand from your throat soon, and when I do, you will beg me like the wanton slut that I need. Tell me exactly what you want me to do and why.” I still didn’t squeeze her throat, just letting the threat rest under her chin. I felt her chest rise and fall under my arm, felt her heartbeats in my fingertips in time with the ones massaging my cock.

“Please me, doll.”

She stared her reply, looking at once docile and desperate.

I pulled my hand from her neck. “Beg.”

“Master, please, I need you to rub my pussy. Rub it just by, ah, that special place... I don’t know what it’s called, but it felt like a burning fire and I need it more. I need to orgasm. I need to.... cum for you, master.” She whimpered and panted the words.

“Perfectly verbose. Very well.” I put my hand back in place besides her clit— I would need to expand her vocabulary, clearly— and rubbed in the same steady fashion as before. She writhed below me, and it took all of my strength not to thrust like a feral creature into that dripping, drenched hole.

“Oh please make it happen, master. When will it happen?”

“It just will. Ride the waves, and you’ll surely feel their crash before long.” I clenched my jaw as I glided slowly in and out.

“Master, master... I want it, master.”

“Good doll.” Want it faster, dear. My cock was beginning to grow weary of this impromptu orgasm lesson.

“Oh, oh! I think... ah.. ah!”

“Yes, that’s it.” I started to thrust once more, fucking her with fast strokes, puffing hot, heavy breaths over her heaving breasts. The rippling contractions of her inner walls did more than any pistoning could, and as quickly as it had built up my own release was emptying inside her in an urgent moment.

I stayed inside her for a moment, but the haze of sleep started to descend faster than I could cope. I slipped my softening dick from her spent pussy and rolled onto my side, facing the wall. I heard her speak as I succumbed to sleep.

“Master, will I become pregnant?”

I huffed, but mustered up a final response before drifting away. “Perhaps, but worry not, as there’s a buyer for every doll...”