Diary of a Toy - Day 27 (Patreon)

Day 27

I blinked in disbelief. This meeting wasn’t on my calendar yesterday.

12:00 Lunch with Lady Z - great first blog post. Loved it. Cum hungry.

It was all I could manage not to pull up her personalized photo while pulling down my pants. I didn’t need to jerk myself silly five times right before our meeting.

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Like an obedient little dog, I showed up to mansion 5’s private dining room early and waited for Lady Z. If I had a tail, it would have been wagging out of control as I saw her approach me, her radiant smile and scarlet lips showing off and epmhasizing her perfect, gleaming teeth. Did I mention that her feet were not touching the floor?

She was still dressed in her superhero costume. I wasn’t expecting that. Was she… were we… was I going to do it with her, in costume!?

I controlled my urges to reach out and touch her flowing cape as I followed behind her. I’d always wondered what it would be like to meet Lady Z and what her uniform felt like. Who could have imagined that I would have met her as a superpowered civilian before meeting her as a superhero!?

We stepped into the dining room. She softly clicked the door shut, gave me a little throwaway coquettish smile, and went to put together a plate of food from the items that were neatly lined up. I waited behind her for my turn.

“You want to touch my cape? You may, if you like.”

I gasped. How did she know?!

As she heaped a plate high with smoked fish, cream cheese, capers, fruit, cold cuts, cheese… I just reverently held and stroked her cape. It felt nice and silky, but not anything special, honestly. The special part was the person who wore it.

“Is it really indestructible?” I asked.

“No, not really. It’s tougher than you might expect, but I’m the one protecting it from damage. In case you didn’t notice, I can take care of myself,” she snarked.

Curiosity satisfied, I reached for a plate of my own. I was ravenous, and boy did the food look good.

“You won’t be needing that,” she announced.

“Huh?”

“I’ve got something else for you to eat…”

With her free hand, she nearly dragged me off my feet. Setting her plate down at her seat, she flicked the back of my knees with her toes, causing me to buckle and kneel. I was going to eat her out! In costume! As she flipped her cape over the chair and sat down, I eagerly crawled under the table and assumed my position.

“Mm, good boy! You catch on quick. One of the best hires we’ve ever had.”

I couldn’t see her face from down here, but it sounded genuine. I swelled with pride.

Beginning my task at her svelte yet sculpted legs, I traced my fingers over her tight skin.

“Just a moment.”

Her legs reappeared in front of me just as quickly as they’d vanished.

“Forgot my freshly squeezed OJ. Go ahead.”

I resumed my exploration of the neverending length of her legs. My fingertips glided across her smooth, supple skin, past her knees, all the way up to her thighs. They were so strong, so tight... I placed my palm on her and thought to try and squeeze that considerable muscle, but they didn’t have any give at all! She was steel wrapped in fragrant, perfumed silk! My steely erection tented my pants as I moaned.

“What do you think?” she asked. “It’s been two days since you saw me last. Gonna come already?”

“Was trying to turn you on with foreplay…” I muttered, sweat beading my face, eyes shut as I desperately tried not to blow my load.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but you can unwrap me and start eating. I have a meeting at 1:00 with the mayor. Of Paris. Hopefully, you can satisfy me before then. It’ll go more smoothly for everyone involved.”

I didn’t waste any time. Skipping the romantics, I put my hands under her skirt and flipped it up. She wasn’t wearing any underwear! I gulped at the sight of her pussy up close, nearly creaming myself. Everything about Lady Z simply drove me wilder than I could imagine!

Even her nether lips were mesmerizing. She was bare down there. Not a trace of hair at all. Completely smooth.

She was an innie. I traced that tantalizing slit with my fingers. My god, even her vagina felt powerful! I could actually feel her lips vibrating, tugging, sucking, pulling on my fingers. Was she controlling this?

Her folds were glistening and beautifully pink. Her scent was… divine. I’m not just saying that. When it hit my nostrils, I froze up and sucked down a lungful of air, which was saturated with more of her perfume, of course. It drove me into a frenzy. I trembled with desire and grew rock hard in an instant. My hands quivered on her superhuman thighs, and I dove in like a starving man at a buffet serving one course: Lady Z.

It was hard to hear much over the sound of my lapping at her clit. I simultaneously drove my fingers inside of her, which was much harder than you could imagine. As I sucked and pressed my face hard against the wonderful nub protruding from its sheath, I curled two fingers inside of her, pressing, kneading, pushing, trying to find what she liked. It almost felt as if she were guiding my fingers, pulling and tugging at them inside of her.

I must have been doing okay because I felt her thighs press against my ears and squeeze my head.

“This is something most people don’t know, not even within Zenterprise. I’ll tell you,” she stated matter-of-factly between bites of food. “I’m even growing stronger, more powerful, every day.”

“Mmf?” was all I could manage.

“Everything is getting easier for me. It honestly takes the thrill out of it. So I’ve been exploring other avenues to keep myself entertained. Mm! Oh, that’s good! Keep doing that!”

I don’t know what I’d done, but I kept doing it. I kept pushing my lower lip against her as hard as I could to grind against her clit and suck on her wonderful nectar. I heard the clink of fork against ceramic as she continued to eat.

“When I started out, I wasn’t like this. I could take gunfire, but it hurt. I imagine enough of it might have really injured me, maybe even killed me. I was young, idealistic. These days, I’m not sure anyone could oppose me,” her voice shivered with desire.

She stopped to take another sip of juice as I continued to madly gulp her down.

“You should have seen what I did to that judge yesterday! He almost reminded me of young me, how idealistic I was. How I thought there was a clear line between right and wrong. He actually thought he could bring the hammer down on me! What a joke!”

Was I hearing this right? I reeled back for a moment, but her thighs clamped down hard and prevented me from escaping.

“I didn’t even have to use my powers! Unless my beauty counts as a power. These days, I’m beginning to think that it does. What do you think, based on our first night together?”

Suddenly, she gushed all over me. Everything about her scent, her taste, grew even more suffocating, more impossible to resist. Every nerve in my body tingled, like my essence had been distilled into raw sexual pleasure, completely under her control. I’d never been this hard from eating a girl out before, and I’d certainly never had the most violent orgasm of my life from performing oral sex. Not until now.

I screamed into her intimacy as my hips bucked involuntarily. Her laughter rang in my ears.

“Good, right? You should’ve seen the judge! I had him so twisted with desire! I just gave him a little come-hither look, and suddenly his ideals weren’t so important to him anymore! After what I did to him, I don’t know if he’ll ever be able to come without me ever again!”

I convulsed even harder.

“You put a great spin on that one. And great catch on other stuff. You really make me fucking wet, you know? It’s not like anyone can really satisfy me physically anymore, but your penchant for reading between the lines, for manipulating the public perception... mm!”

I couldn’t stop to process what she was saying. I could only come and continue to taste her. The fingers I had inside of her spasmed uncontrollably from the pleasure she was inducing in me. She ground against me, legs trembling, fingers carving into the wood of the table.

“12:55. I’m almost there, baby. Yes! Yes! You’re so desperate, you can’t stop, you’re my helpless little toy… you’re gonna make me come! Fuuuuuuck!”

Her fingers sank through the table entirely as she pulled back, ripping a trench through the solid wood. She squeezed my head and shuddered through her release.

Finally, she scooted back from the table and stood up, looking no worse for wear. Me, I was soaked with her love juices and my own sweat. My head hurt. My arm ached. I was totally drained.

“Great work. I’ll be able to make this meeting in time. See you soon, toy.”

And in a blur, she was gone.