The dildo prison
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
Phil gulps when he sees Heather pull a clear dildo out of the bag. She kneels down and brings it close to him. "See this?" she asks as the huge phallus looms over him. He nods nervously as he examines it. "It's not just a regular dildo, you know. Watch this", she adds. Phil watches as she gives it a squeeze. It squishes easily in her grip. She then takes her hand and places a finger on the tip. With a push, her finger penetrates the hole down and dives down into what looks like a little reservoir in the center. It looks just big enough for Phil to fit inside...
Phil tries to run as he realizes what she's about to do. Heather cups her hand over him to stop his retreat. "Oh no, you're not getting away. Not after the way you teased me all day. You're going to finish the job, mister!" She then pinches his body between her fingers and lifts him over the entrance of the dildo. "Stay still, or this might hurt" she cautions as she steadies the dildo with her free hand. Phil does what she says.
She slowly pushes him inside. His legs go in easy, but Heather has to force the rest of his body in. When the only thing left is his head, she lays her finger on top of him and pushes down. His vision is blurred by the plastic as she shoves him all the way in. She pushes her finger down with him to make sure he reaches all the way to the reservoir.
She withdraws her finger and holds the dildo up to her face, admiring her handiwork. Phil can make out Heather from the inside, but her features are distorted. He puts his hands against the walls as he tries to see her better. Heather laughs as she watches him. He's going to get a front row seat. She then lays the dildo down onto the bed and undresses.
Phil can't move around much in his little prison. He can't see much, either, with everything being slightly distorted by the material. When Heather's body disappears and he's tossed onto the bed, he tries to turn around to see what she is doing. Before he turns all the way around, Heather's nude body suddenly moves overhead. She crawls over him on the sheets and lays on her back.
Heather grabs the dildo and moves it over to her sex. She gently rubs the tip against her sex. She's already pretty wet but she wants to start slow. Phil can hardly make out what's happening but he sees the rubber bending this way and that.
It doesn't take long before she feels ready. She starts easy, only sliding the dildo in halfway. Phil watches as the walls outside are engulfed by a pulsing pink muscle. He watches as it swells over him, then recedes leaving a creamy substance on the surface. It happens again and again, each time he's thrust deeper and deeper into darkness.
Heather starts to moan as she works the dildo. It feels so good; her hips buck to the rhythm. She doesn't even realize as her pace quickening. In and out, in and out. The feeling builds up inside her. She keeps at it until finally, she bursts.
Phil is dizzy from being shoved in and out of Heather's pussy. He is disoriented by the fact that she's been keeping the dildo far enough inside that, he can't hardly see much of anything except for the creamy substance that have been building up. Suddenly, The pink walls contract rapidly on the dildo. The cavity he's laying in collapses from the bottom up. Phil is suddenly pushed out and through the hole in the front. As he flies out of the tip, he splashes through Heather's liquids, coming to a stop somewhere farther inside her vagina. He can hear her screaming in pleasure as the walls hug him tightly.
Heather pulls out the dildo and tosses it aside as she lies in ecstasy. It had been so long since she'd had such an intense climax. She smiles, then grabs the dildo. "I'll bet you liked that, didn't... you." As she holds it to her face, she finds that Phil is no longer inside. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she realizes that he must still be inside.
She squeezes Phil out onto her hand, along with a modest amount of her fluids. She laughs as he gets up and tries to shake the stuff from his arms and legs. She scoops him up in her hands and lays back against her pillows. She lays him between her breasts and strokes him with her finger affectionately.
Phil isn't sure what to think about what happened, nothing in his life had prepared him for what he's been through in the past few days. What he does know was that the warmth of her bosom and the soft touch of her finger against his back was quite comforting. He could get used to this...
A few minutes later, he is fast asleep.
...
Phil wakes up to find himself alone in the sheets. Across the room, Heather is getting dressed in her work clothes. She notices the little figure standing at the edge of the bed and waves. "Good morning, sweetie," She says warmly. Phil waves back, "hello". The sleep did wonders for him; he actually feel pretty great.
Heather finishes dressing and walks over to Phil. She picks him up and holds him up to her face. "Well, it's time for work", she says and...
Phil tries to run as he realizes what she's about to do. Heather cups her hand over him to stop his retreat. "Oh no, you're not getting away. Not after the way you teased me all day. You're going to finish the job, mister!" She then pinches his body between her fingers and lifts him over the entrance of the dildo. "Stay still, or this might hurt" she cautions as she steadies the dildo with her free hand. Phil does what she says.
She slowly pushes him inside. His legs go in easy, but Heather has to force the rest of his body in. When the only thing left is his head, she lays her finger on top of him and pushes down. His vision is blurred by the plastic as she shoves him all the way in. She pushes her finger down with him to make sure he reaches all the way to the reservoir.
She withdraws her finger and holds the dildo up to her face, admiring her handiwork. Phil can make out Heather from the inside, but her features are distorted. He puts his hands against the walls as he tries to see her better. Heather laughs as she watches him. He's going to get a front row seat. She then lays the dildo down onto the bed and undresses.
Phil can't move around much in his little prison. He can't see much, either, with everything being slightly distorted by the material. When Heather's body disappears and he's tossed onto the bed, he tries to turn around to see what she is doing. Before he turns all the way around, Heather's nude body suddenly moves overhead. She crawls over him on the sheets and lays on her back.
Heather grabs the dildo and moves it over to her sex. She gently rubs the tip against her sex. She's already pretty wet but she wants to start slow. Phil can hardly make out what's happening but he sees the rubber bending this way and that.
It doesn't take long before she feels ready. She starts easy, only sliding the dildo in halfway. Phil watches as the walls outside are engulfed by a pulsing pink muscle. He watches as it swells over him, then recedes leaving a creamy substance on the surface. It happens again and again, each time he's thrust deeper and deeper into darkness.
Heather starts to moan as she works the dildo. It feels so good; her hips buck to the rhythm. She doesn't even realize as her pace quickening. In and out, in and out. The feeling builds up inside her. She keeps at it until finally, she bursts.
Phil is dizzy from being shoved in and out of Heather's pussy. He is disoriented by the fact that she's been keeping the dildo far enough inside that, he can't hardly see much of anything except for the creamy substance that have been building up. Suddenly, The pink walls contract rapidly on the dildo. The cavity he's laying in collapses from the bottom up. Phil is suddenly pushed out and through the hole in the front. As he flies out of the tip, he splashes through Heather's liquids, coming to a stop somewhere farther inside her vagina. He can hear her screaming in pleasure as the walls hug him tightly.
Heather pulls out the dildo and tosses it aside as she lies in ecstasy. It had been so long since she'd had such an intense climax. She smiles, then grabs the dildo. "I'll bet you liked that, didn't... you." As she holds it to her face, she finds that Phil is no longer inside. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she realizes that he must still be inside.
She squeezes Phil out onto her hand, along with a modest amount of her fluids. She laughs as he gets up and tries to shake the stuff from his arms and legs. She scoops him up in her hands and lays back against her pillows. She lays him between her breasts and strokes him with her finger affectionately.
Phil isn't sure what to think about what happened, nothing in his life had prepared him for what he's been through in the past few days. What he does know was that the warmth of her bosom and the soft touch of her finger against his back was quite comforting. He could get used to this...
A few minutes later, he is fast asleep.
...
Phil wakes up to find himself alone in the sheets. Across the room, Heather is getting dressed in her work clothes. She notices the little figure standing at the edge of the bed and waves. "Good morning, sweetie," She says warmly. Phil waves back, "hello". The sleep did wonders for him; he actually feel pretty great.
Heather finishes dressing and walks over to Phil. She picks him up and holds him up to her face. "Well, it's time for work", she says and...
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