Bar None

Grace's pussy was topped with a dense, groomed patch of dark pubic hair. She always kept it that way. Certainly not a bush, but a symbol of her powerful, uncompromising femininity. Her refusal to bend to the preferences of men.

Currently, her flushed and swollen pussy lips beneath the dark thatch of hair were leaking a thick load of cum into a glass vial she held beneath it.

Beside her, Connor lay back against the pillow, arms crossed behind his head, his prominent skull tattoo dark against the pale skin of his chest. Grace had high and exacting standards when it came to sex partners, but Connor cleared the bar for a one-night stand at least... as long as he remembered his place.

"I always knew she was a slut," said Connor musingly, watching with fascination as Grace used her fingers to scoop out more of his thick cum into the vial. "I mean, she was for me at least. It's pretty hilarious she thought she could turn her back on her instincts and settle down with a nobody loser like what's-his-name."

"Mmmm," said Grace in soft agreement. "She's always been a juicy little slut at her core. I'm just giving her an excuse to show it off."

"And she thought she could get away from me," said Connor with a smirk. "I think we both know this whole thing will blow up in her face, and when it does, her pussy of a boyfriend will kick her to the curb. But I don't mind taking her back. Not as a girlfriend of course. I wouldn't date an e-girl skank. But she can be my slutty little secret."

Grace just smiled silently as she corked the sample and slid her thong back up her thighs. It wasn't going to go that way, of course. Connor could fuck Cherry as much as he wanted, but when it came to who would own her, Grace had no plans to give up her control.

"With this special promotion you mentioned," said Connor with an evil smirk, "I have a chance to prep Charlotte for returning to her real man. I think I have the perfect idea to pry her away from that boring nobody and get her lusting after me again."

"Do tell," said Grace, her eyes alight with aroused interest.

Connor let out a low, sinister chuckle. "Ever heard of those places that make a dildo shaped like your cock?"

...

The other day, one of the subscribers asked for Charlotte's address. The terrifying request had almost been enough for Charlotte to pull the trigger on her escape plan, even if she suspected she was a few bucks short. Luckily, even Grace had agreed that that was over the line, fifty dollars or no. Giving out your home address to perverts online might get her killed, and Grace had bigger plans for her pet slut.

But Grace wasn't willing to shut the weirdo out completely. She had insisted that Charlotte set up a PO Box as an alternative if one of her loyal fans wanted to send her something, and this was the result: a package about the size of a loaf of bread sat on her bed, unmarked except for a non-descript shipping label.

Charlotte wearily opened her DMs, scrolling through the zoo of crude objectification and dick pics to find the requester who had sent this. Responding to each and every message had become impossible as well. Her number of subscribers had ballooned after her accidental degrading livestream, and Grace had grudgingly admitted that it wasn't reasonable for Charlotte to respond to almost a hundred dick pics a day.

But what she had demanded instead was worse. Charlotte had to record herself masturbating to unsolicited dick pics for at least ten minutes every night and send the video to her mistress. The worst part was that often... she climaxed. Sometimes, after she orgasmed, Charlotte wondered if maybe she was dragging this out on purpose. Was it possible that the reason she hadn't called a lawyer yet wasn't because she was actually short on cash... but because she had secretly started to enjoy Grace's control?

There was no point in dwelling on that troubling question right now. She had another task to complete. She finally found the original requester in her crowded inbox and sent him a message.

[I got the package!]

It took about ten minutes for the anonymous subscriber to respond, during which Charlotte felt her tension rising. What exactly was inside the package? Her fingers itched to open it, but the requester had specifically told her to wait until he gave her permission.

Finally, he responded.

[Finally. Open it up, slut. Take a look at your new obsession.]

Charlotte didn't need to be asked twice. She used a pair of scissors to slit the tape and ripped open the box, reaching inside to pull out...

Huh. Well, she supposed that this was the most obvious answer. It was a dildo made of soft silicone with a solid core, fully modeled balls, and a suction cup on the base. Big, but not incredibly so. Bigger than Steven's cock, certainly, but about the same size as some of her previous boyfriends. Considering how cartoonishly monstrous some fake dongs could get, this seemed tame by comparison.

The only thing that was unique about it was its realism. Instead of having just the suggestion of male anatomy like most of the dildos Charlotte had seen in the past, this one had realistic coloring and molded veins that made it appear almost lifelike.

[Thank you so much! It looks really fun! <3] she typed, hoping that accepting the gift was the beginning and end of this request. But she knew that she was being foolishly optimistic.

[This is going to be your new affair partner. Take a photo of you giving him a little kiss hello.]

Charlotte felt a tingle between her legs as she read the phrase "affair partner". How did so many of her subscribers seem to know that she was dating someone? And this one seemed to have a kink for referencing that. It felt like a taboo subject to her. Thinking too hard about all the slutty things she was doing behind Steven's back made a complicated knot of guilt and arousal form in her chest.

But this was a fifty-dollar requester. She had no choice but to do as he commanded. Charlotte didn't even try to fight the feeling of erotic helplessness as she crossed the room to her dresser. Getting turned on by being ordered around and disrespected was becoming second nature to her.

She plucked a lace masquerade mask from its hiding place deep in her panty drawer, her hand brushing the thick wad of cash hidden beside it as she went. Ever since the requesters forced her hand on the subject of nude photos and videos, Charlotte had begun posting nude photos for her regular updates. Why not? The seal had been broken on that kind of content, and she might as well chase more popularity and lawyer money if nudes of her were available anyway.

The lace mask was her new solution for anonymity. It saved her the trouble of carefully lining up shots or blacking out her face later.

With her identity hidden, Charlotte took a selfie of her giving the realistic dildo a juicy, performative kiss and sent the snapped photo to the requester. It looked pretty good. Charlotte was getting a better and better sense of how best to perform for the camera.

[Good girl. Now a short video. Rub your new bull all over your face. Tell him how horny he's making you. Oh... and by the way, this dildo has a name. Call it "Connor".]

Charlotte felt her heart skip a beat as she read the name. Connor... In a lot of ways, her ex-boyfriend would always be a part of her. She spent most of the past five years in a passionate, tumultuous relationship with him. In retrospect, she could see that the relationship had been toxic. Now that she was with a caring, loving man like Steven, she realized that Connor had probably never really respected her.

But it hadn't been all bad... The sex had been explosive. Volcanic. Connor was a Dom in bed, and had taught Charlotte the pleasure of submitting. It was a part of her sexuality that she would always carry with her (even if Steven wasn't really up to the task of that kind of play), and she would always have a twisted gratitude to Connor for that. The submissive sexual tendencies Connor had first uncovered in her were being exploited and inflamed in a major way by Grace now, and she was reluctant to make that mental connection by naming the dildo "Connor". It was no doubt a coincidence. Maybe the requester didn't even really care what the dildo was named.

[Hmmm, can we name it something a bit more studly? Like maybe "Chad" or "Brock" ;)]

It was worth a shot. But her subscribers weren't normally in a compromising mood by the time they got Cherry under their command.

[No. Your new bull is "Connor". Get used to it. Now send me that video.]

Charlotte sighed. Just her luck. This subscriber must also be named Connor. Well, she would have to just get through it and try not to think too hard about her toxic ex-boyfriend.... And his big dominant cock.

That was easier said than done when she was forced to take a video nuzzling her face against the rigid length of the fake cock and moaning things like "Connor... Oh Connor... I'm so happy to meet you. You're so big and strong... I'm so glad to have you as my Bull". The word "Bull" tingled on her lips. She was sexually experienced and kinky enough to know the word's implication, at least in vague terms. This requester wanted to frame her play with the dildo specifically as her cheating on Steven.

It made her feel guilty... but there was a sneaky arousal growing inside her at the thought as well. It was a little kinky to be sneaking around behind Steven's back with another man... even if that man was a dildo.

And the name... the name was having an effect on her as well, even though she was trying her best to separate it from her ex-boyfriend in her head. "Connor... oh Connor..." she moaned, dragging the rubber cock across her soft lips. It brought her mind back vividly to how the real Connor loved to do the same thing... making her kneel in front of him and rubbing his cock all over her face, marking her as his. She could practically smell his cock now... feel his throbbing heat.

Charlotte stopped the recording, shaking her head to clear it. That should be enough. She had already done what the requester asked for; no reason to go crazy here. Even if it did feel kind of good.

She sent the video and lay back on her bed, awaiting a response. Her whole body was flushed and she could feel moist heat growing between her legs. Her humiliating new Simpspace career didn't seem to be satisfying her sexual needs at all. Oddly, since she had been forced into sexual servitude to Grace, her libido had spiked, even though she was getting off much more often than usual.

And Steven was taking care of her needs worse than ever. How long had it been since he fucked her? A week? Two? No wait... they had given it a try the Friday before last. Right after the movie night where Grace posted her photos. Normally these days he had trouble getting it up, but that night he had the opposite problem, cumming only after a few short strokes in her pussy.

Charlotte loved Steven a lot, but he needed to step up. His failure to perform and her rising libido made it feel like Charlotte was building up to some sort of terrible climax. She needed some way to release the sexual tension inside her.

The requester finally replied. First, just an eggplant emoji, followed by another message.

[Perfect. So fucking hot. Just one more video before you've earned every penny of your fee. Ride your new Bull. Moan his name and tell him how much better he is than your cuck boyfriend.]

Charlotte's pulse thumped in her ears as she read the filthy words. There it was, the worst word of all, right out in the open.

Cuck.

Charlotte had never considered anything she had done so far to be cheating on her boyfriend. Was it all disrespectful to him? Yes. Would he be upset if he found out? Hell yes. But it was all just images and dirty talk. She wasn't doing anything with the anonymous subscribers besides giving them jerk-off material. Besides, it was all coerced, so it wasn't even her fault.

But this... this command was asking her to cross a very important mental line. It was asking her to play with the idea of betraying Steven. The fact that it was with a dildo that had the name of the man who made Steven so incredibly insecure only made it spicier.

Charlotte gripped the thick, rigid shaft of the dildo in her hand, feeling the coiling of dark hot lust in her core. She had no choice after all. So what if she felt a kinky little thrill from the task she was being forced to complete? No one would ever have to know that.

She got up and pulled her little camera tripod out of its hiding place in the closet, setting it up pointed at the open stretch of floor between the bedroom door and the bed. She shimmied out of her panties and shorts, a little embarrassed by the wet spot she noticed when stepping out of them. After a moment's thought, she pulled off her shirt and tossed aside her sports bra as well. The subscriber hadn't requested that she be fully naked, but she thought it would look better.

She pushed the suction cup of the dildo down firmly onto the hardwood floor and it stuck fast, pointing upward with an obscene wobble. Then she started the recording and stepped in front of the camera, bare except for a black lace mask.

Taking a deep breath, she squatted down, spreading her thick thighs to reveal her glistening pussy, swollen with arousal. With one hand, she reached down and gripped the shaft of the fake cock, rubbing it back and forth across her slit and lubing its surface with her juices. She shivered with pleasure, then began speaking her taboo lines.

"Mmmm, Connor," she purred, closing her eyes in ecstasy, "you feel so good." In her mind, she flashed back to squatting above her ex-boyfriend the same way, feeling his hot, hard dick teasing at the entrance of her eager hole.

"So much better than..." Charlotte let out a little whimper as the soft, realistic tip of the dildo rubbed across her engorged clit. This next part would be the hardest... and maybe the most arousing. "...Than my c-cuck boyfriend," she said in a low raspy voice. Her insides twisted as the foul word crossed her lips. She had done it... insulting her loving boyfriend on camera. And it felt fucking good. Upsetting and guilt-inducing, but good.

She couldn't resist chasing that feeling. "Fuck me, Connor," she gasped, sinking slowly down the realistic length of the silicone shaft. God, it filled her up just right. She hadn't realized how much she missed being stuffed like this until just now. Even before he had become such a dud in bed, Steven wasn't as big or forceful as some of her exes.

Charlotte sat for a moment, breathing heavily, squatting low with her pussy snugly gripping the full length of the dildo. Then she began moving. Slowly at first, with powerful, rolling hip motions. "MMMMM, yeah baby," she groaned in delight as her pussy clenched and squirmed around the invading dildo. "You feel so fucking good inside me. So hard. So thick. Not like..."

She didn't have to. She had already badmouthed Steven once. She could probably leave it at that and still claim that she followed the subscriber's orders. But now she was already in the fantasy... of fucking someone else other than her boyfriend... of enjoying them more.

"Not like my limp little boyfriend!" she moaned, savoring the twisted mix of guilt and desire building inside her. "You're better. Oh Connor, you're more of a man than he could ever be. Fuck me!" And now, despite herself, she was picturing the real Connor. Her hips began to pick up speed, sweat dripping from her forehead as she made sweet little unselfconscious grunts of pleasure, riding up and down the thick dildo beneath her, her pierced tits bouncing and jiggling as she bucked. She imagined Connor's dark, wicked eyes. His lean muscle. His deep, forceful voice ordering her to ride him faster, to make him cum.

She especially remembered the feeling of his cock. In fact, as her hips began to hump and grind with needy, eager speed, she began to feel very very nostalgic. Was it just the name? Or did this dildo remind her even more deeply of Connor for some reason? She tried to think, but she was approaching orgasm rapidly, little whines bursting from her throat, her hips slamming down with wet rhythmic sounds, taking the dildo all the way down to its rubber balls with every stroke.

She was about to cum... she was almost there... Connor's face floated in her vision, hard and cruel and commanding and impossibly fucking hot.

Charlotte had almost no time to react when she heard Steven's keys in the lock. The bedroom was near the front door, and once Steven saw she wasn't on the couch, he would come to the bedroom right away to find her.

She had maybe fifteen seconds.

Working on pure adrenaline and instinct, Charlotte launched up off the ground, kicked her clothes under the bed, snatched the dildo off the ground with a wet pop of a releasing suction cup and dived into bed, pulling the sheets up to her chin and holding the dildo beneath them.

She didn't take down the tripod setup. If she had tried, she would have been caught. Immediately after she had gotten into position and snatched off the lace mask, Steven opened the door to the bedroom. "Hey babe," he said casually, "still in bed?"

"Yeah," said Charlotte with a convincing attempt at casualness, her hand gripping the slick shaft of her new dildo tightly beneath the sheets. "Just been lounging around today. They let you go early?"

Steven shrugged. "Yeah, the boss was there and it was slow, so..." he noticed the tripod and went silent. A strange look crossed his face, sort of haunted, but also... turned on? For a second, Charlotte thought he might have caught on that something was up. She looked down and saw to her horror that there were noticeable droplets of feminine juices on the floor from where they had dripped down the dildo.

But Steven just mildly said, "Huh, so what's this?" gesturing awkwardly to Charlotte's phone mounted in the tripod.

"I... I've been thinking about trying out some of those dances that girls do online," lied Charlotte frantically. "Too tiring. I decided to take a nap."

If he checked the phone, Steven would see that the video was still recording. He might even see how the video had begun. Charlotte felt wet all over... sweat dripped down her face, the remains of her arousal seeped slowly down her thighs.

Steven looked at her closely, his eyebrows lowered and an unreadable emotion in his eyes. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, "That's great babe. I'm proud of you for trying something new. See you in a sec, I'm going to take a quick shower." As he headed toward the bathroom, his foot barely missed slipping in the warm droplets of feminine arousal that Charlotte had left on the floor.

When she heard the shower turn on, Charlotte finally had enough time to get up, put on some clothes, wipe up her mess, and put away her tripod. She still couldn't believe she had been that lucky. Steven had barely questioned the fact she owned recording equipment. Maybe he was a little TOO trusting...

Finally, she flopped back on the bed, feeling relieved... but she still had to send that video to the subscriber who had requested it. It needed heavy editing. After all, Steven had walked in at the end in full view of the camera! But she had no time to edit right now. Steven would be out of the shower in a minute or two, then they would be together for a few hours before it would be time for her to go to work.

There was only one option. What else did she have a "manager" for anyway if not for a situation like this? Charlotte swiftly sent the unedited video to Grace with a short message.

[Mistress, I'm sorry, but Steven came home early. Could you edit this video and send it to the subscriber so I don't keep him waiting?]

She waited, almost holding her breath in tension. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea. Grace could be a little... touchy if she thought Charlotte was being disrespectful. But it seemed like Grace was willing to be reasonable this time.