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Welcome back to Dayasco Kinktober 2025 !! This is the final installment! Thank you to everyone who supported this series!! I may or may not do this again next year who fuckin knows, anywayyy hope you enjoy!! >:)
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cw: masturbation, bosco likes to watch
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Daya missed Bosco with an ache that settled deep in her bones whenever they were apart. She longed for the way Bosco would wrap her arms around her at the end of a long day, how effortlessly she soothed her stress—how good she would fuck her.
It wasn’t that Daya couldn’t take care of herself in Bosco’s absence—she absolutely could. She just didn’t always want to, being the princess that she was. Sometimes, she craved the indulgence of letting go without having to put in the effort.
That’s what led her to treat herself to a little gift. Something that could take the reins when she didn’t feel like doing the work herself.
After wrestling with motors, batteries, and more than a few muttered curses, she finally got everything in place. Bosco wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, which meant she had the whole night to herself—and the perfect opportunity to test out her new toy.
It was a motorized fuck machine. Hands-free, speed-adaptable, and fit universally with any toy attachment.
She attached her favorite dildo to the end of it, the one that felt the closest to Bosco, and experimentally pressed the remote to turn it on and test out its speeds.
With a quick press, the machine hummed to life, starting at a slow, steady rhythm—long, deliberate strokes that teased more than they satisfied.
Curious, Daya twisted the dial to its highest setting. The machine lurched into a frenzy, battering with such force that it nearly fell off the bed with its jackhammering thrusts. Daya laughed to herself at the depravity of it all. She was excited to try it out.
She sprawled out fully naked on Bosco’s side of the bed, lost in the scent of her shampoo on the pillows, and inserted the dildo inside of herself. She sighed at the fullness, letting it sit there for a minute before grabbing the remote to make it start moving.
She turned on the machine and moaned as it started to work in and out of her. Its pace was at a slow roll, and Daya imagined Bosco's hips were just starting to move, just starting to warm her up.
She reached down to circle her clit, getting lost in the sensation that was far better than anything she could do purely solo.
Her thighs tensed as the toy pumped into her steadily, the rhythm deep and teasing. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift—back to the way Bosco would murmur in her ear, low and possessive, fingers digging into her hips to hold her still.
"You feel so good," Daya whispered, pretending Bosco was there. The fantasy wrapped around her completely—warm, familiar, dirty in all the right ways.
She turned up the speed slightly, the rhythm of the machine increasing to a slightly faster tempo. Daya gasped when the toy hit just right, a perfect angle that made her back arch and her fingers stutter on her clit. The machine kept moving with an undying patient rhythm, like Bosco always was when she wanted to draw things out.
Daya's breath quickened. The pressure was delicious, pleasure coiling in her belly with nowhere to go but up. She twisted the dial up a notch, her moan catching in her throat as the pace quickened once more.
"Fuck…" she breathed, lips parting, eyes fluttering. She imagined Bosco watching her like this—spread out, flushed, already so close. It made her want to put on a show, made her move her hips to meet each thrust, chasing more, chasing all of it.
She was so lost in the sensations of her new favorite toy that she didn't register the soft sounds of the doors opening. She didn’t notice until it was too late.
“Well, well…”
The voice froze her in place. Bosco. Home early.
Daya snapped out of her trance and fumbled for the remote, "Oh, god, Bosco—I was just...Um, I didn't know you'd be home!" Her cheeks were burning red.
"I was going to surprise you, but it seems you already had some other plans," she said, stepping into the doorway with a tilt to her head and a glint in her eye. “What is this you have here?”
"I-it's nothing, I just—"
Daya tried to scramble upright, but Bosco was already across the room, pressing her back down on the bed with one strong hand at her shoulder.
“No. You stay right there.”
Daya’s breath stuttered. Her cheeks burned, eyes wide, chest rising and falling too fast. She tried to speak, but nothing came out.
Bosco leaned in close, her lips brushing Daya’s ear, voice low and rich.
“Didn't think you were this touch-starved, baby. Were you thinking about me at least?”
Daya whimpered, turning her face away.
“That’s a yes,” Bosco purred, hand sliding down Daya’s side. “You’re such a terrible liar, Daya. And such a mess without me.”
Her eyes crawled down her body to where the toy was still inside her, the base of it shimmering in the low light with her arousal, and she chuckled softly.
“So wet already? You were really working yourself up, hm?”
"I-I just miss you when you're not here. Come take over." Daya whined, embarrassed.
"Oh, no. I don't think I will." Bosco said, amusedly.
Daya looked at her with a confused stare.
"You went out of your way to buy this slutty little toy, so you're going to use it..." Bosco directed, "...and you're gonna do it while I watch."
Daya’s breath caught. Her hand tightened around the remote, fingers trembling slightly as she glanced down at her spread, flushed body. Bosco’s voice was calm, but it left no room for protest—only permission.
“You want me to just…” Daya started, voice small.
“Yes,” Bosco interrupted, her tone firm now. “I want you to show me how badly you needed it. How bad you missed me.”
Daya hesitated for only a second longer before pressing the button again, and the machine hummed back to life. It eased into her slowly, and she let out a soft, involuntary moan.
Bosco moved from Daya's side, waltzing over to sit in the chair across from the bed. She was watching. Intently. Eyes locked on every twitch of Daya’s hips, every breath she took.
The toy pumped steadily, the slick sound of it feeling obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Bosco leaned back in the chair, reclining just enough to unzip her pants and take herself in her hand.
“Look at you,” she murmured. “Already falling apart, and I'm not even touching you.”
Daya’s cheeks burned. “I didn’t mean for you to see me like this,” she confessed breathlessly.
Bosco smirked. “Oh, I think you did.”
Daya truly didn't know Bosco would be home so soon. But the thrill of it all—to be seen so vulnerable, needy, soaked, and spread wide with a machine doing what Bosco usually did with so much care and dominance was enough to send her head spinning and her clit pulsing.
“Touch yourself,” Bosco ordered, her voice a little lower now. “Don’t stop the machine. Just add your fingers. Make it better.”
Daya’s hand slipped between her legs again, her fingers finding her clit easily, already swollen and slick. The added pressure made her body jolt, hips lifting into the thrusts, moans growing louder as she circled it with feather-light strokes.
“That’s it,” Bosco praised, her cock now exposed and in her hand as she stroked it steadily, hunger now bleeding into her expression.
Daya whimpered when she heard Bosco let out a low moan. She looked over to see her jerking herself off to the sight of her. It made the desire pool even hotter through her insides.
Bosco noticed Daya staring and smirked. “You started without me, baby. It’s only fair I catch up,” She stroked herself steadily, never breaking eye contact.
"Fuck, Bosco. You're so hot. Need you so bad," Daya babbled as the machine continued to work her.
"It doesn't seem that you do," Bosco said very matter-of-factly, her fist pumping ever-so-slightly faster, "It seems like this fancy machine you bought is taking care of you just fine."
"It's not the same, want you inside me," Daya continued to whine.
Bosco just grinned, her typical, evil grin. "Turn up the speed again for me, baby."
Daya reached for the remote and obeyed orders once again.
"Ohh, god--" Her breath hitched as the machine’s rhythm quickened, a relentless pace that sent her body bouncing with each thrust of the toy inside her. Sharp jolts of pleasure coursed through her nerves. Her fingers curled tighter around the remote, eyes locked on Bosco’s watching gaze, feeling both exposed and electrified under it.
Bosco’s grin deepened, enjoying the show—her presence a quiet challenge that Daya couldn’t ignore.
“Now don’t stop until you cum. I want to see exactly how filthy you are when you think I’m not looking.”
"B-Bosco," Daya whimpered under the intensity of Bosco’s stare, under the weight of her own need. She felt it all coming to a head—her fingers, the toy, the heat in her gut, and Bosco’s voice pushing her closer with every word.
“You’re doing so well for me,” Bosco murmured between moans, the wet sounds of her fist pumping between her legs nearly drowning out her voice. “So pretty like this, so obedient.”
Daya's thighs trembled as the toy plunged deeper, faster, stretching her pussy with unyielding force. She gripped the remote harder, her knuckles whitening, but she didn't dare ease off the speed. Bosco's words wrapped around her like chains, pulling her tighter into submission.
The machine's motor hummed louder, vibrating through her core, each thrust slamming against her sensitive walls and forcing a fresh gasp from her lips.
"You're so hot like this," Bosco mutters, her voice nearly breaking from her own pleasure. The hand between her legs matched the rhythm of Daya's torment, eyes never leaving the sight of Daya's body arching on the bed.
The pressure inside Daya was building to its peak. The relentless thrum of the machine made her toes curl and her back bow off the mattress. She was clenched around it, wetness leaking down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her.
"Bosco, I'm c-close--" Daya mustered, her voice shaking.
Bosco groaned, "Cum for me, Daya. Say my name, show me how bad you need me."
The command shattered Daya's last thread of control. Her body seized, muscles locking as the orgasm crashed over her. She cried out Bosco's name, voice breaking into a sob, her pussy spasming wildly around the invading toy. Waves of ecstasy ripped through her, making her shake and writhe, cum gushing out and drenching her legs and the machine's base.
Bosco's own release followed close behind, triggered by the erotic display. She threw her head back, her fist pumping furiously through her orgasm as her hips jerked, a broken moan escaping her throat. Her cock twitched in her hand as she came in hot spurts, her release dripping down her knuckles, her eyes fluttering shut.
Daya whimpered and switched off the machine, already feeling overworked and overstimulated.
"God," she sighed, thoroughly fucked-out.
"You were so hot, baby."
Bosco finally moved. She lay down on the bed next to her and leaned down to kiss Daya’s damp forehead.
“You did so well for me,” she whispered.
Daya lay there, spent and trembling, the toy still buried deep inside her. Her chest rose and fell in heavy pants, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Bosco loomed over her, that predatory grin still etched on her face, her hand slick and sticky from her own release.
"Open your mouth, baby," Bosco ordered, her voice a sultry command that brooked no argument. She extended her fingers toward Daya's lips, the digits coated in her cum, the scent of her musk filling the air between them.
Daya's eyes widened slightly, but the haze of her orgasm left her pliant, eager to please. She parted her lips obediently, tongue darting out to taste the tip of Bosco's index finger. Bosco always tasted utterly intoxicating. She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around her fingers and lapping at her knuckles. She licked every drop from her hand until it was clean.
"So pretty, so good for me," Bosco praised. “Now scoot over.”
Daya blinked up at her, dazed. “Why?”
“Because now it's my turn to have my way with you.”
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