[mandy.the.toy]

(FYI this story will come out in parts. It may be a little slow for each part to come out as, while the story's fictional, the pictures really are my fiancee, and I need to hide identifying marks)

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I've never been quite comfortable with my fiancee's friends. Mandy's 20 and, well, cool. Smart and ideological and passionate and charming (and with a nipple ring!) and everything that makes a person cool. I'm 39 and, well, not cool. I'm a project manager at a bank, which is not quite as exciting as it sounds. It means a lot of long hours, hours when Mandy's hanging out with her cool friends, aging in range from 16 to 30, and all of them men.

Maybe it's a slight exaggeration, but not by much. I see or hear about one of Mandy's female friends every two or three months or so.

About two weeks ago, Mandy was getting ready for a party with her new coworkers (she was a barista at...somewhere too cool for me), of which I knew no one. "Do you think anyone will grab your boob?" I asked as she put on Mascara. She just sighed. It was a conversation we'd hashed over a number of times. I could suddenly hear her voice in her head giving her counter-arguments. It wasn't a 'grab'; it was a 'touch'. And it wasn't deliberate; he moved his hand right away when he figured it out. You always say you don't have a problem with cuddling. "Never mind. Have fun" I said finally.

She came downstairs about 15 minutes later in a white tanktop and flowy knee-length skirt. I was jerking it. I'm the luckiest man in the world in that I have a woman who finds male masturbation insanely attractive. She gave me the smirk and walked over and teasingly grabbed hold of my penis with her left hand. It only took a few seconds before she moved the laptop onto the coffee table and climbed on to the couch, her mouth descending onto my rod.

I stuck a hand down her top and rummaged around until I could pop her tits out and get a good look at her nipples. "Keep watching" she said softly. I'd hardly even noticed she came up for air. She gave a knowing look at my laptop screen, showing a video of blonde bimbo, fake tits and bald pussy and all, with a cock in her ass. "Tomorrow night I'll shave for you" she said, glancing away from the screen long enough to see my face bright up when she saw it. It was a rare treat. "I may not do anal, but I can still be one of those ridiculous barbie dolls you seem to love so much". She went back to bobbing up and down on me.

There was a strong hint of feminist sarcasm coming through in what she said. She was one of the most promising 2nd-year Women's Studies and Feminist Research at the university nearby. I've been with enough women to know when one is hypersubmissive and loves being treated like a toy: that was Mandy to a tee. She had just enough naivite and intelligence to convince herself that was anti-feminist and wasn't true, though. It was fun when the two sides of her conflicted.

"Oh fuck my tight little ass! Uh huh! Am I good little girl for daddy?" came blaring out of the laptop, which caused Mandy to stop and laugh.

"Seriously?" she asked, simultaneously looking at my and rolling her eyes.

I pushed her head back down towards my cock. She resisted. I pushed harder and, with my other hand, reached around and gave her bum a smack. "Just hurry up and make me come, okay you sl*t?" She whimpered a little and stopped resisting.

Thirty seconds later, my come was in her tummy. I moved my hand from the back of her head and she slowly slid her way up and off my cock, licking all the way.

She put her boobs back in her top and rushed to the mirror to check her lipstick. "How about this. If anyone grabs my boob tonight, I'll do anal every day for a week". She was completely satisfied in her certainty, but in fairness, she did get the desired reaction out of me.

"Go without a bra" I said, mischeviously. She looked at me stunned for a few seconds, but eventually acquiesced and took it off. When everything was back in place, there was a noticeable jiggle and two faintly darkened spots on her chest visible when she was directly under the lamp (see images).

"Okay, i'm off" she said and gave me a peck on the lips. "I don't have my key, so leave the front door unlocked". And she was gone.