Doppelgänger

After fumbling about in her slick backdoor, she managed to get the tip of the toy against her opening, giving it an experimental push. The toy slipped right past her hole and out of her hand. She sighed. Why couldn't she have taken more time to learn how to masturbate properly like the other kids? She tried again, and this time the tip of the toy parted her asshole, just like the tongue. Not too bad. It didn't hurt.

She pushed again, feeling resistance, and she forced the thing a little deeper, it wasn't pleasant. It was tolerable, but not enjoyable. Angela breathed out, shut her eyes, and tried to remember how the tongue had gotten so far into her. She'd been relaxed. The thing had just made her climax, and she'd felt more relaxed. Right now, though, she was fighting it. She made another attempt, this time relaxing her muscles. This opened her up and the slick toy began to slide deeper with greater ease and much less discomfort.

This still wasn't giving her the kind of pleasure she'd felt earlier, but it also did not hurt. It was just kind of like feeling a little full. Ok. Nothing to be scared of there. She pulled the toy back, and pushed it in again, working at building up some kind of rhythm. The repeated motion, in and out, in and out, did start to feel good as she continued. She thought of what she must look like, face down on the pillow with her ass in the air, fucking her own butt with a sex toy. The image was kind of hot. The lube had dripped down her crack, and she could feel it running through her pussy slit.

After a few more minutes of fucking her ass with the dildo, she removed it and inserted the plug. The fat base of the thing spread her butthole wide, then popped inside. Her anus contracted around it, creating a tight seal that kept it in. This was an interesting feeling. Maybe keeping the thing in for a while would help her get used to having something up her ass, in preparation for tomorrow's activities. She used a towel to wipe up the excess lube, returned her comforter and pillows to the bed, then dressed and washed off the dildo before putting it away.

Moving around with a plug up her ass was stimulating in a slutty kind of way, and when the little thrill of it went through her, she shifted. The now-familiar shimmer around her lasted long enough to count it out, at about a second and a half. During the shift, she saw the same room, but empty and dark. Then, it was gone, and she was back in Angie's bedroom. She allowed herself a feeling of satisfaction. It was working.

Chapter 16: Blowing Brian

Angie and Brian shared a table at the back of the class during A/V Club. After yesterday's filming, Brian was all too happy to have Angie sitting with him in every class they shared, which allowed her to easily cheat off his exams. Now, they shared a set of earbuds and reviewed the initial edit of the previous day's footage on Brian's laptop. Angie had to admit he'd done great! Today, he'd said, they would work on the voiceover using a script he'd written for her and then film the next episode.

Angie applauded herself silently on her choice of partners. This kid was going to make an excellent little stooge for this whole thing. Her only regret was that she'd have to waste most of the next two days in school, which tested her patience. Still, it was a small sacrifice. There was only one more exam tomorrow, and then she'd be graduating with honors. She made a mental note to get in touch with Angela and taunt her about it later. Maybe she'd masturbate while she did it. That would be super hot!

Once school was dismissed, Brian drove Angela home and followed her up to her room. They spent just over an hour recording Angie's voice following the script, with Brian prompting her to reread lines a few times to get the tone right for his vision. The little guy sure was dedicated. With the voiceover recorded, Angie pulled more of Angela's clothes out of the closet and dressed in front of Brian, who shifted awkwardly as he waited, unable to take his eyes off of her.

"What's the next step, director?" Angie asked, sitting on the bed.

"We, um, well, today we're going to take it one step further and use the other toy. Let's start like yesterday. Lay back against the headboard and put the toys in front of you."

Angie scooted back and set the two toys in front of her. Brian switched on the cameras.

"After learning how good it felt to use a sex toy on your pussy," he said, "you're very eager to try it again. Pick up the vibrator and turn it on. Watch it hum. Lick your lips. You're excited by the pleasure it gave you. Slip your pants off, all the way this time, more quickly. You're eager."

Angie was eager. She wriggled out of her pants and kicked them off.

"Now, your shirt, too."

Angie pulled the shirt over her head, exposing her bra-clad breasts.

"Run the vibrator over your panties, and work yourself up. Do what comes naturally. Touch yourself. Explore your body. Learn what makes you feel good."

Brian's camera recorded as Angie played the vibrator over her panties and groped her breasts. Her growing arousal was evident on her face, and soon by the small wet patch in the crotch of the white panties.

"Today, you're ready to expose your pussy." Brian said, his own arousal apparent, "Sit up on your knees, and turn your bottom toward the camera. Good! Slowly arch forward, and peel your panties down your legs. Yes, just like that. Now, on your back, legs in the air, facing the camera. Slide them off your legs. Great!"

Angie tossed the panties aside.

"Now, back against the headboard, and spread your legs."

Angie bared her wet and excited cunt to the camera and Brian, spreading her legs widely.

"Touch yourself with your hand. Feel your hot, young pussy with your fingers. It's so warm and it feels so nice to play with it."

Angie followed his instructions, touching her pussy with well-practiced expertise, teasing the camera.

"Now, the toy."

She took up the toy and began to rub her horny slit with it once more.

"Let the feelings guide you through your natural curiosity. Don't be afraid to explore your body with your hands, and let the camera see what you're feeling."

Angie slipped the vibrator into her pussy, and Brian captured it up close, his penis hard in his jeans as he watched her exposed folds swallow the little toy and her other hand rubbing her clit back and forth. He played the camera up her body and caught the gleam of her excited eyes as she fucked herself.

"Work yourself up and cum for the camera, then we're going to move to the next toy."

The vibrations and the familiar act of filming herself masturbating was doing the trick for Angie, and her hips pumped against the toy as she worked it into herself, then pulled it out and pressed it against her clit. Her other hand wandered over her tummy, then up to her breasts. After a few minutes of this she let out a small moan and came with the vibrator pressed against her button.

"Now, move to the next one. Let your gaze linger on it while you consider the difference in the size, and the shape. Run your fist over it and stroke it like it's your first lover."

Angie took the rabbit and did as instructed, looking at it with wide eyes full of wonder, her expression showing her eagerness to try it. That, she did not have to play at. She owned a couple of toys like this, and they were her favorite. She touched her tongue to the new toy as she fondled it, swirling it around the rounded head. Her fingers found the switch at the base and flipped it on, adjusted the vibration to something lower, and touched the thing to her very wet cunt.

"Good! It's so much bigger than the last one. You're more frightened about how this might feel, but you're so worked up that you can't stop. You just have to push it in."

She did, and the fat round head of the toy spread her pussy apart for the camera in a way the little vibrator wasn't able to do. Brian licked his lips but held the camera steady as it captured the long, fat toy sinking into Angie's body. She groped her tits through the bra, wishing that she could rip it off and get at her hard nipples, but she remembered that she had to go slow. The pulsing rabbit's head popped into her pussy, and the curved tip found that special little spot just inside that it was designed to stimulate.

"Oooh, yes... " she moaned softly and mauled her breast, pushing the rabbit deeper, deeper, until her pussy had swallowed the thing and the little arm vibrated against her clit.

Brian said nothing, not wanting to break the realism of the moment. Angie held the toy inside of her for a moment, letting the vibrations pass through her slick channel, and the tremors in her clit push her toward cumming again. Once the feeling started to ebb, she pulled the toy out, just a fraction, and began to fuck herself with it, letting that curved tip stroke her inner walls, while the arm stayed in touch with her clit. Fuck it was good!

Brian moved about her, capturing different angles, getting close up shots of her horny pussy, her hands moving and groping, and her face showing half-lidded ecstacy. Angie fucked herself faster, bucking against the toy as it brought on a much-needed release. The wet, squishing sounds from between her legs were music to her ears as she hit her peak and the first big orgasm washed over her.

Brian watched in wonder as his crush thrashed in pleasure on the bed, her legs wide, knees up, the fat toy lodged into her shaking body as she moaned out her release. In his mind, he was already accepting his award at the AVNs. He'd never been so hard in his life, but he kept on filming like a professional. Angie's first orgasm passed, but she kept going, lost to the pleasure now. She turned hungry eyes toward him and motioned with her hand.

"Cock..." she panted, "I want to suck your cock!"

Brian nearly dropped the camera in his haste to comply, but kept it in hand, loosening his belt with one clumsy hand, pushing his jeans down his legs while trying to keep the camera focused on his starlett. He joined Angie on the bed, his penis tenting his boxer shorts. Once on his knees next to her, the camera pointing down at Angie's flushed face, he fished his cock out of the boxers and then inhaled sharply as Angie plunged her lips over it.

"Oh fuck!" Brian exclaimed, his cock disappearing into Angie's mouth in one swift motion.

The feeling was like nothing he'd ever experienced, a hot, tight sheath of pure joy around his penis, and her writhing tongue caressing every part of it. Angie figured that the kid would have a pencil pecker, but she was pleasantly surprised to find him just a hair above average. Not that it would have mattered at this point. She just needed a real cock in her mouth. It had been days now since Arnold had shoved his black schlong into her throat, and she was not used to going for days without blowing at least 2 or 3 dicks. Brian didn't stand a chance in her well-trained mouth, though, and within a minute he was groaning and firing a nice heavy load of cum into her as she fucked herself with the toy.

The taste of his sperm on her tongue pushed her over her next peak, and she squealed around his spurting penis as she came. Brian was in no hurry to pull his dick from her mouth, and as she rode out her cum, she sucked at it continually as it softened, and then finally plopped free. Brian backed away, looking at her worshipfully as she switched off the rabbit. She pulled it slowly from her cunt with a pleasurable sigh and dropped it on the bed, licking her lips to get the last drops of cum.

"Your cum tastes really nice." Angie said, her head light, "We'll have to do that again."

Brian nodded from behind the camera, grinning.

Chapter 17: Angela's Anal Adventure

Angie's father had been absent the whole evening, which Angela figured was not a rare occurrence. The fact that Dale was some high-profile researcher over here was, in some ways, even weirder than that fact that she was a whore. She wanted to know more, but she certainly couldn't ask him. It was not like Angie to care what her father did, as long as he provided her with money and a place to sleep. If she was going to get her hands on anything useful, she'd need to find out for herself.

Today, though, she had her own situation to deal with. She drove Angie's car, a cute little thing, the maker of which she had never heard of, on the wrong side of the street. The first time she'd done it, the previous evening, hadn't been easy but she'd managed. Today it was a bit more familiar, but still felt wrong. The GPS on her WozPad directed her toward the outskirts of downtown, where her first of Angie's clients waited.

Skipping school to whore seemed like both what Angie would do, and also was something of a necessity. She had to work fast to get her shifts up long enough to be useful, and that meant maximizing her time as Angie. More time in the day meant more clients serviced, and more time added to the length of the shifts. Today was going to be a tough one, though. She's already arranged three clients for her morning and early afternoon. And she wasn't going to take it easy. No simple suckoffs today.

Her brief journey took her to a home similar to Mike's, where a client named Jerry waited to slam her pussy full of dick while his girlfriend watched (and possibly joined in). Angela walked up to the door, smoothing her tiny skirt down, and then knocked. The door was opened by a short girl with a ring in her nose and black, lanky hair, who was topless and not at all shy about displaying her small, pierced breasts. She smacked a piece of gum loudly in her mouth as she invited Angela in with a quick nod of the head and not a single word.

Angela followed her inside and down a dimly lit hallway, toward the sound of a horrible racket that sounded like some form of speed metal. There, she met Jerry. From what Angela had seen of Angie's clients so far, none of them were unattractive. If nothing else, at least Angie didn't want to debase herself so much that she was into gross, fat guys. Jerry looked a bit like a nerd, if she had to be truthful, with big round glasses perched on a beak of a nose, and a button-down shirt tucked into his khaki pants.

"Your whore's here." The girl yelled over the music, and Jerry turned it down to a conversational level.

"At last," Jerry said, looking at the topless girl with disgust, "some good pussy worth fucking."

Angie's sheet had referred to Jerry's usual service as "fucking/Cuckquean". Angela had never heard the term before, but found out on Alta Vista that it was a woman who got off on watching her significant other with other women, usually while being demeaned and humiliated. Using Angie's porn license, she was able to find a few licensed videos to get an idea of what she was supposed to do. Unfortunately, Angie hadn't filmed herself with this particular client, so she'd have to wing it.

Angela put her arms around Jerry and stuck her tongue into his mouth. He tasted of spearmint. She spent a couple of minutes making out with the guy as his topless girlfriend sat on the couch and watched, her face red and legs tightly pressed together. Angela kept her eyes open, watching the girl fidget. She figured that was more humiliating than simply closing her eyes and kissing the guy.

Jerry's hands wandered over her body as they kissed, and he made little appreciative grunts into her mouth. Finally, she pulled away and rubbed his cock through the khakis.

"Haven't been getting satisfied by tiny tits?" Angela asked, injecting as much vitriol into her voice as she could manage.

Jerry laughed, and looked at the girl, "Satisfied? I think not. Have you been satisfying my cock, babe?"

The girl looked down at the floor and shook her head.

"She loves this shit." Jerry said, "You love this shit, don't you, babe? You wanna see your man get some big tits in his face and a nice, tight pussy around his dick, huh?"

The girl visibly shook with arousal at the dirty words and nodded. Jerry reached on top of his TV and handed Angela a folded wad of bills. Based on Angie's sheet, this was $600, the going rate for a fuck with two people, even though she would actually only fuck one. She wondered again where Angie kept her money. As active as she was, she must have a nice little stash somewhere.

Angela dropped to her knees and worked Jerry's khaki pants down his legs, then looked up at his half-hard prick. No underwear for Jerry, she noted.

"Can I suck it for you, baby?" Angela asked, stroking it.

"Hell yes! Teach that bitch how a real woman does it. She still doesn't get it right." Jerry answered.

Angela threw herself into her task like an eager slut who only cares about money and fucking, slipping her wet lips over Jerry's cockhead and swallowing his penis, holding it in her mouth as her tongue swirled around it and brought it to life. Jerry groaned his appreciation and watched his weird girlfriend as Angela sucked him.

"Shit yeah, baby!" Jerry said, "That's how you do it. Take notes, babe. You're still using too much teeth when I fuck your mouth. This little slut's a pro. You see that? All lips and tongue."

Angela let herself feel pride at being a pro slut who sucked this man's cock better than his girlfriend, and even went so far as to choke herself trying to deepthroat him. She ignored the girl on the couch and looked up at Jerry, trying to play her role as best she could. After a minute of working his shaft over with her tongue, she jerked it with her hand, and pulled her top down to show him her tits.

"Give them a squeeze, baby." She said, "I know how much you love having a real pair of tits to play with. I'm sure you've been missing these."

Jerry nodded, and groped her breasts roughly, squeezing them in his hands and making her nipples erect.

"You're so hard." She said breathily, "You really need good pussy, don't you?"

Jerry nodded again and pulled her up. Angela slipped off her panties and skirt before she followed him to the couch, where he sat next to his girlfriend, his wet cock sticking up. Now, she was ready for a new experience. Angela sat on Jerry's lap, but trapped his penis beneath her, spreading her legs and arching her back against his chest. Jerry reached around and played with her tits.

"Why don't you get me ready for him?" Angela said to the girl with a cruel smile, "You might as well be useful for something."

The girl immediately dropped to her knees and crawled between Angela's legs. She licked the head of Jerry's trapped penis, and then happily went to work eating Angela's moist pussy. Within seconds, Angela realized that the girl was damn good at it. She'd probably done this for Angie several times, and knew just what she liked.

"Fuck, you're a hot little dyke." Angela said, and the girl cooed into her cunt, "get my twat nice and wet for your boyfriend. That's a good little lesbo. Right there! Yes!"

Angela shook with pleasure as the girl lapped and sucked at her clit, Jerry groping her breasts and tugging at her nipples. She had to give it to Angie on this one. The feeling of power over this girl, watching her please another woman in front of her boyfriend, was getting her hot. She mentally pushed away the rational part of her mind that drew comparisons between her and Angie, and focused back on being a bitchy slut.

"Put that dick in for me." Angela ordered the girl, and lifted her hips.

She turned her face to Jerry and found his mouth, awkwardly side-kissing him as the girl took hold of his hard cock and put it against the opening of her pussy. Angela lowered herself back down, taking this stranger's cock deep into her as she moaned into his mouth. Jerry's full length filled her up, and she began to gently rock her hips back and forth in his lap, sucking at his tongue as he pawed her tits.