With the teddy bear my father-in-law gave me

That teddy bear came into my life on my birthday, wrapped in a giant red ribbon that my father-in-law himself placed in my hands with one of those smiles that send shivers all through my body. It’s enormous, one of those stuffed animals that takes up almost half the bed, so big that my boyfriend always complains, saying he doesn’t even fit in the fucking bed anymore. But my boyfriend doesn’t know half of what I do with that bear when he’s not around. He thinks it’s just a corny decoration, a cute souvenir from his dad. If he knew what his dad does to me, and what I do with the stuffed animal he gave me, he’d surely die of rage.

I love my boyfriend, don’t get me wrong – I want to marry him and have his kids, he’s a good catch and treats me nicely. But his dad… his dad is a whole other story. He’s a real grown man, one of those who smell of tobacco and expensive cologne, with big veiny hands that just imagining them grabbing my ass makes my cunt get all flooded. Every time we visit him, he throws those sidelong glances my way, sizing up my body, staring at my tits or my ass when I turn around to serve the food. And me, dammit, I get like a bitch in heat. My panties get wet just from him looking at me like that, with that dirty-old-man grin that knows exactly what he’s provoking.

When my boyfriend leaves for work or stays overnight at his parents’ place, I take my chance. I take out the harness I hide in the back of the closet, behind the old shoes, and a huge dildo I bought online. It’s not just any dildo, no. It’s one of those black ones, 22 centimeters long, with super pronounced veins and a fat head, the kind that stretches your whole vagina wide when it goes in. I strap it firmly onto the teddy bear, tie it tight to the harness so it doesn’t move, and then I get on top.

I get on all fours on the bed, my cunt already dripping just from picturing my father-in-law’s face. I spread my legs and start rubbing my vulva against the stuffed toy, feeling the soft scratch of the fur on my vaginal lips. I get so wet that the bear gets soaked all over, but I don’t give a fuck. I grab the plastic cock, press it against my entrance, and push downward, shoving it all in at once. Ufff, that feeling of being filled all the way to my stomach, of being split in two, is exactly what I need. Then I start to ride.

I ride it like a nasty bitch, like there’s no tomorrow. I bounce with all my strength on top of that dildo, feeling the fat head scraping my inner walls, feeling the plastic veins rubbing against my sweet spot. My tits flop up and down, smacking against the bear’s fur, and I moan out loud, shamelessly, calling out to him: *”Fuck me, father-in-law, shove that whole dick in me, break my cunt.”* I close my eyes and in my head it’s not the bear, it’s him, his graying beard pressed against my neck, his bony fingers gripping my hips while he pounds his cock into me hard.

I squeeze my legs together and push the harness against my pelvis, moving my hips in circles so that rubber cock touches me everywhere. I feel my juice dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets and the whole bear. I slip a hand between my legs and start rubbing my clit while I keep riding. That drives me crazy, I can’t stop. I speed up, slamming down hard and rough, imagining it’s him, my father-in-law, giving it to me from all angles, whispering in my ear that I’m his son’s little whore.

It reaches a point where I just can’t take it anymore. I feel the pressure building, the orgasm coming like a freight train. I clench the dildo with my vagina, squeezing it with all my might while still riding nonstop, and then I explode. I squirt, soaking the teddy bear and the whole bed. I scream his name, scream “father-in-law” while trembling like jelly, my legs spread wide, shaking all over, feeling the spasms gripping my cunt over and over again.

I end up all sweaty, hair stuck to my face, heart racing. I stay sitting on top of the bear, catching my breath, with the plastic dick still inside me, feeling my vagina pulse after the fuck. I get off, wipe myself down quickly with a towel, and hide everything before my boyfriend gets home. But I know that the next time I see my father-in-law at the dinner table, with his old man’s smirk, everything down there is going to get flooded again, because that teddy bear is nothing more than a substitute for the craving I have for his dad.