Sex Doll Erotica Column | Chapter Three - Becky’s Private Deal
This is an erotic story inspired by the deadly sexy SY doll - Becky
Written by Tsenlyn
The night air barely cooled the fire raging between them as Jake shoved the tattoo parlor door open, the familiar sting of ink and leather hitting Becky like a drug, reigniting the ache that had been simmering since the bar. Her skin still buzzed from the dance floor—sweat-soaked and tingling from his touch—but now the stakes were higher, the locked door behind them sealing their filthy little secret. Jake didn’t waste a second, kicking a stool aside with a clatter as he backed her toward the backroom, his boots scuffing the gritty floor. “You’ve been begging for this all night,” he growled, voice thick with pent-up need, his breath hot with whiskey fumes as it grazed her cheek. Becky’s heart slammed against her ribs, her thighs still sticky from the bar’s heat, her soaked panties clinging to her swollen lips like a second skin.
The backroom was a cramped, dimly lit cave—tools strewn across a chipped wooden table, the air heavy with the metallic tang of ink and the faint musk of old leather from the tattoo chair. A single bulb dangled overhead, swaying slightly, casting jagged shadows that danced over Jake’s taut frame as he loomed over her. Becky stumbled back against the table, the edge biting into her hips, cold wood pressing through her skirt and sending a shiver up her spine. She yanked her top off in one fluid motion, tossing it to the floor, her full tits bouncing free, nipples stiffening in the chilly air, begging for his hands. Jake’s eyes darkened, a hungry edge to his smirk as he stepped closer, peeling off his own shirt to reveal the hard planes of his chest, sweat beading along his collarbone, glinting like liquid fire under the light. “Fuck, you’re a goddamn tease,” he rasped, his hands finding her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave marks, pulling her flush against him.
Their mouths crashed together, all teeth and desperation, her tongue tangling with his, tasting the smoky bite of whiskey and the salt of his sweat, a heady mix that made her head spin. She clawed at his back, nails raking red trails down his skin, the faint scratch of stubble on his jaw scraping her chin raw as she bit his lower lip, drawing a low groan from his throat. Jake shoved her skirt up to her waist, the fabric bunching roughly against her belly, and hooked his thumbs into her panties, ripping them down her thighs with a wet, tearing sound. The cool air hit her dripping pussy, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling there, making her gasp as her legs trembled. He kicked her thighs apart, his knee wedging between them, the rough denim of his jeans grinding against her sensitive inner skin, sparking a jolt of raw need straight to her core.
“Spread for me,” he ordered, voice a guttural command as he pushed her back onto the table, her ass hitting the wood with a thud, the surface cold and splintered against her bare cheeks. Becky arched her spine, shoving her freshly inked lower back against the table’s edge, the sting of the rose-and-butterfly tattoo flaring hot and wild, mingling with the ache between her legs. Jake unzipped his jeans, the sound of the metal teeth loud in the quiet room, his cock springing free—thick, hard, and glistening with precum, twitching as he stepped between her thighs. He gripped her hips, yanking her to the table’s edge, and thrust in hard, burying himself deep in one brutal stroke. Becky cried out, a sharp, slutty moan, her walls clenching around him as the pain of her tattoo and the stretch of him collided, sending shockwaves through her trembling body. His hands slid up to her tits, squeezing hard, thumbs flicking her nipples until they throbbed, her sweat-slicked skin slipping under his rough palms.
The table creaked under his relentless pace, each thrust slamming her ass against the wood, the fresh ink burning as it rubbed the surface, turning pain into a filthy kind of fuel. Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper as her nails clawed his shoulders, leaving crescent moons in his flesh. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, her ragged gasps, and his low grunts, the air growing thick with the musky scent of sex and sweat, drowning out the faint antiseptic sting. Her phone buzzed again on the floor—probably that clueless boyfriend—but she didn’t care, too lost in the brutal rhythm, her cunt dripping down her thighs, soaking the table beneath her. Jake smirked, catching the sound, and leaned down, his lips brushing her ear: “He’s got no fucking idea what I’m doing to you, does he?” His voice was a dark taunt, his teeth nipping her lobe as he slammed into her harder, claiming every inch.
Her climax hit like a tidal wave, her body seizing, thighs quaking as she screamed his name, the sound raw and broken, echoing off the peeling walls. Jake followed, a guttural roar ripping from his chest as he spilled inside her, hot and thick, his grip bruising her hips as he rode out the last shudders. They collapsed in a sweaty heap. Becky sprawled across the table, chest heaving, her hair a tangled mess sticking to her flushed face. Jake pulled back, zipping up with a lazy grin, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands, the acrid smoke curling into the air as he eyed her wrecked form. “You’re one hell of a ride,” he muttered, exhaling a slow plume, the words hanging heavy between them.
Becky pushed herself up, wincing as the tattoo stung, her legs shaky as she slid off the table, skirt falling back into place. She met his gaze, a smirk tugging at her swollen lips, voice hoarse but defiant: “Worth every second of the ink.” She grabbed her top, slipping it on with a final glance over her shoulder, the air still buzzing with what they’d done. “See you around, Jake,” she tossed out, sauntering to the door, leaving him with the cigarette and the memory of her screams. The lock clicked open, and she stepped into the night, the thrill of it all settling into her bones—no regrets, just the sweet ache of a deal well made.
---The End---
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