Netorase Play (1)
She walked deep into the dressing room, then emerged a moment later carrying a fairly large box. She set it down on the bed and carefully lifted the lid, as if unveiling a treasure chest. Inside were colorful objects in strange shapes. She began pulling them out one by one, arranging them neatly on the bed sheets—a pink rabbit-shaped vibrator, a transparent glass rod that sparkled under the light, small beads of unknown purpose. Countless adult toys were now on display before my eyes. Some were familiar shapes I'd seen in porn videos, but most were bizarre contraptions I'd never laid eyes on before.
I swallowed hard, my gaze sweeping over the lineup. But amid them all, the one I'd been unconsciously searching for wasn't there. The overwhelming black dildo she'd hastily shoved behind the sofa cushion a few days ago. That monster was nowhere in sight.
Sensing my stare, she scratched her cheek with a shy flush, letting out an awkward laugh. "A bit... a lot, huh? Haha..."
She sat down beside me and lightly traced her finger over the most ordinary-looking flesh-toned dildo among the display. Then she dropped a bombshell. "These are the ones I played with when I first got into this stuff."
Got into this stuff. The words lodged in my brain. These were just the beginner toys? Then what the hell was the real deal like?
While I sat there frozen, she picked up the pink rabbit vibrator I'd seen earlier. Her expression was calm and kind, like she was explaining how to use a new kitchen appliance. "Take this one, for example—it's one of the most basic vibrators. These rabbit-ear protrusions stimulate the clit, and the long shaft goes inside to hit the G-spot. You can stimulate both at once, so beginners love it. It has all sorts of vibration intensities and patterns you can adjust, too."
Her explanation flowed fluently, professionally, like a home shopping host. I nodded, taking in each toy she pointed to. The glass dildo could be used cold or warmed up, the little beads gave subtle pleasure every time you moved with them inside... I soaked up her knowledge of this new world like a sponge. It was all so fascinating—and dizzyingly thrilling.
"I see..." I murmured dazedly, and she swept the beginner toys aside with a meaningful smile.
"But these are just the entry-level stuff."
"...Huh?"
"I'll be blunt, honey." She locked eyes with me, her voice dropping lower, more sultry. "Sluts like me... we play with special toys."
The word slut hit my heart like a hammer. She casually dragged over the larger box she'd set aside earlier and began pulling things out.
They were... dildos of overwhelming size. On a whole different level from the ones before—thicker, longer. And there, proudly among them, was the pitch-black behemoth I'd glimpsed behind the sofa days ago. These weren't just toys anymore; they looked like weapons.
"W-what...? Why... why are they so huge...?" My voice trembled without me meaning it to. The earlier dildos and toys seemed like kids' playthings compared to these. Their sheer, brutish mass intimidated me, stirring even a hint of fear.
Amused by my reaction, she caressed the largest black one with a soft touch and a laugh. Then she said something I'd never forget.
"These..." She paused, holding my gaze. "...are dildos molded directly from the cocks of the men who satisfied my pussy."
"W-what did you say...?" I couldn't believe my ears. I hadn't fully processed her words. No, I didn't want to.
"Dildos molded from men's cocks...?" My voice shook as I repeated it, but she nodded calmly, as if it were the most natural thing.
She picked up one of the monstrous things, explaining it like a curator at a museum. "Yes, honey. Exactly."
Her words stabbed into my chest like daggers. "Pure and simple... souvenirs from the men who fucked my pussy so hard I wanted them to knock me up, pounding straight to the depths of my womb."
Souvenirs. She called these grotesque things souvenirs. My mind went blank.
With a shy smile, she ran her hand over the lineup. "A lot, right? That's how many people satisfied my pussy."
There was no guilt or apology in her voice—only a hint of pride. She paused thoughtfully, then added something even more shocking. "Especially overseas. Sure, Korea had a few decent ones... but..." She shook her head with a tsk. "Honestly, compared to Western guys, they're just toys. Cute, really."
It was borderline racist, but I had no room to care right now. Finally, she lifted the largest, most intimidating one—the pitch-black monster.
Miles. It had to be his.
"Especially black guys." She cradled the black dildo reverently in both hands, gazing at it in ecstasy. "Black cocks... they're a whole different species. Feel this girth, this length...? Once you take one, it throbs all the way to your brain. The pain of your pussy tearing apart, melting into body-shattering pleasure..."
Her description was crude, vulgar. Her eyes glazed over, lost in memories of past ecstasy. I couldn't look away. Something inside me crumbled with a crash—shame, rage, and above all, a sickening wave of arousal.
"Korean guys' dicks... they're just so cute and dainty, you know? Half the time I couldn't even tell if they were inside me." She chuckled mockingly, bringing the black dildo close to my face. Its overwhelming size and presence stole my breath.
"Once a slut like me tastes a real cock like this, nothing else cuts it. You just crave bigger, harder ones that pound deeper... turning you into a total bitch in heat."
She brushed the tip against my cheek—cold, unyielding, vividly real. I could only gasp, speechless, as her filthy words washed over me.
She slowly waved the black giant before my eyes, her expression almost pious, like a priest in ritual. "You probably guessed... this is Miles' cock."
I gulped. I'd suspected, but hearing it from her lips made my heart plummet.
Still holding it, she gazed into the distance, lost in memory. "Huge, right?" Her voice quivered; her cheeks flushed. She looked like a girl reminiscing about her first love—but her words were anything but innocent.
"Miles was... so rough, so wild. A total beast. The first time I saw it, I was terrified—wanted to run. How could something that big fit in a human body...?"
Her fingers traced its firm surface tenderly. The sight was so erotic, I was transfixed. "But once he fucked me... the world changed. Bones-crushing pain giving way to brain-melting bliss. My womb swallowing his cockhead, pulsing to his rhythm... It made me feel like a real female, body and soul. ♥"
She rhapsodized about her trysts with Miles in rapturous tones—his power, his technique, how hot and thick his cum was. I was utterly captivated, staring blankly, mouth agape, panting like a dog, tongue lolling. Reason drowned in arousal.
After lavishing praise on him for what felt like ages, she glanced down at me. Seeing me heaving, a satisfied smile curved her lips. In my haze, I blurted out a stupid question.
"S-so... between me... and Miles... who was better?"
I regretted it instantly, but too late. She narrowed her eyes, scanning me from head to toe. Pity and contempt mingled in her gaze.
"Heh..." She chuckled softly. "Do you really need me to say it, honey~?"
Her answer pulverized my last shred of pride. But I couldn't stop. I craved the end of this humiliating thrill. "Yeah... I want to hear it."
I begged. She studied me a moment, then laid Miles' dildo next to my pathetic little cock. With a cruel smile, she opened her mouth.