Slutlana Ch. 03

The weeks following Slutlana's launch blurred together. Lana was rarely home before ten, often crawling into bed well after midnight too exhausted for intimacy. Jeff found himself with a new nightly routine: dinner alone, TV alone, and increasingly frequent encounters with the silicone replica of his wife.

"Sales of my pussy are amazing," Lana announced one morning over breakfast, the first they'd shared in what felt like weeks. She scrolled through figures on her tablet, absentmindedly shoving the food on her plate into her mouth. "We're up sixty percent over projections this quarter."

Jeff glared at her.

"What?" she shot back at him.

"I mean, good I guess, but why do you need to phrase it that way?" he said, attempting to sound calm despite boiling over inside.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you were so sensitive," she said, rolling her eyes. "That's just how we refer to it in the office."

He focused on his plate, stabbing at his eggs with more force than necessary.

Jeff had hoped she would at least comment on the breakfast he'd woken up early to make. Poached eggs on avocado toast, fresh berries on the side, coffee brewed from beans he'd picked up from a specialty shop.

"The team is already talking about potential for a version two," she continued, not looking up from the screen.

He set down his fork with force. "More casts? Of you?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. We're still in early discussions. But that's not even the big news! They've given me a new project to lead."

Jeff took a deep breath and braced himself. "What kind of project?"

"It's totally new, TastyCocks. It's a pill that makes cum taste like fun flavors!"

He nearly choked on his food. "What?"

"I know, right?" Lana laughed, setting down her tablet. "When they first pitched it, I thought it was ridiculous. Like, how would that even work?"

"It wouldn't," Jeff said, unable to hide his contempt for the company. "That sounds like snake oil."

"That's exactly what I said!" Her eyes lit up. "But to my surprise, it actually works. I'm handling all the packaging design and marketing materials."

"Wait, what do you mean it works? How would you know that?" Jeff responded, more frantically than he'd intended.

"They said I needed to see for myself, so I tried all the flavors they've developed so far. Strawberry, pineapple, and banana."

Jeff stared at her slack-jawed.

"Strawberry is my favorite!" she said excitedly.

"You tried the flavors," he repeated slowly. "You mean... you tried someone's cum?"

"Yes, they don't want someone who doesn't believe in the product doing the marketing materials. I need to understand the product if I'm going to lead the design and marketing efforts."

Before Jeff could respond, she stood up, handing Jeff her dirty plate. "Well, I really need to get moving, thanks for breakfast. I'm gonna hop in the shower."

She left the room, leaving Jeff sitting at the table, her words still echoing in his head. "Did she really taste another man's cum?" he muttered to himself.

Jeff sat stewing in his thoughts. Her tablet sat on the table where she'd left it, the screen dimmed but hadn't locked yet.

"How long does it take to shower?" he said, glancing at the clock. "She's been in there for fifteen minutes already."

He was about to march in there and confront her, shower or no shower, when the tablet screen caught his eye again. He picked it up.

He browsed through their finance data, immediately spotting some common mistakes in their supply chain spend. "They're paying for shipping containers twice every shipment, it's amateur hour over there..." he muttered, before snapping out of work mode.

The shower was still running. "What is she doing in there?" he muttered, growing more frustrated.

He tried to distract himself, poking around in their data. But he noticed a photos folder with a date stamp the day she'd done the casting.

The first photo made his heart stop.

Lana, completely naked, lying on what looked like a medical table or workstation. Her skin was flushed pink, her nipples hard.

He swiped to the next photo. There was a man leaning over her with his mouth on her nipple.

The last one could have been any casual office party-style shot with several people smiling, gathered around Lana. Except of course his wife was laying there naked, spread eagle on a table.

His pants began to feel tight as blood rushed to his dick.

"Finding anything interesting?"

Lana's voice from the bathroom doorway made him jump. She stood there with a towel wrapped around her torso, hair damp and clinging to her neck, looking at him with raised eyebrows. He quickly closed the tablet.

"Just curious about the finances..."

She smirked at him.

"So anyway," his voice carefully controlled despite the still growing erection straining against his pants. "Did they give it to you in, like, sample cups or something?"

She looked at him, confused. "Huh?"

"The product. The ones you tried."

"TastyCocks?"

"Yeah, that one..."

"Oh." She continued drying her hair. Jeff tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze kept dropping lower. "No, that's the one flaw, it's pretty volatile once it hits the air. Flavor fades in a few seconds."

Jeff's mind raced with the implications.

"I had to get it right from the source."

Jeff felt like the floor had dropped out from under him. "You jerked them off?" His voice cracked slightly on the last word, betraying his shock.

Lana lowered the towel and moved toward him. "Of course not. Don't be ridiculous honey."

She wrapped her arms around him as her towel fell to the floor. "The point is to taste it."

His heart sank. "Wait... you sucked some guy's dick?"

"Oh don't be so crude, I sampled a product. Three of them actually, but yes I suppose it might've appeared that way."

"Three?" his head continued to spin.

"I already told you, there are three flavors, Jeff, don't you ever listen?"

"You can't just blow your goddamn coworkers!" The words burst out, incredulity overwhelming any attempt at calm.

"Why do you insist on making everything sound so pornographic?" She shook her head at him.

Lana's eyes drifted down. "Maybe you're just a little pent up."

Her hands found their way to the unmistakable bulge protruding from his pants.

"Lana, stop," he protested as she unzipped his pants. "We need to talk about this. You can't just..."

Her hand was already inside his boxers, wrapping around his shaft. His body responded, leaking precum from the tip. She used her thumb to spread it over the head in small circles.

Then her voice dropped to that familiar husky tone. "It's really nothing to get worked up about." Her other hand reached between her legs to touch herself.

"Fuck, Lana," he gasped, unable to look away from her fingers working between her legs.

She guided his fingers to her pussy, already slick and swollen.

"See how wet I am?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Jeff tried to speak, but nothing came out. He couldn't think straight. She picked up Slutlana from the nearby shelf, using the smooth silicone to envelop his stiff cock.

Lana pulled him toward the couch and shoved him down onto the cushions before straddling him. Her dripping pussy left a streak on his pants thigh. She continued working Slutlana over his dick as she rubbed the real thing with her other hand.

"God, yes," he moaned as the toy slid down his length, the silicone warm and tight around him.

His hands gripped her waist as she kissed him hungrily, her tongue diving deep into his mouth.

"Lana, you can't... just change the... subject," he managed between gasps.

"What... what happened?" he struggled to form the words.

"It was just Sean from R&D, Marcus from my team, and Derek from marketing," she said softly against his lips, grinding her hips slowly. "Each took the pill the day before."

"Lana, fuck!" Jeff gasped as she twisted the toy in a way that sent sparks up his spine.

"My favorite was strawberry," she continued, "that was Sean. God, he's so big though. I didn't think I'd be able to fit him in my mouth at first. I really had to work at it." She paused, smiling to herself. "I had to relax my jaw completely, and even then... he hit the back of my throat before he got the whole thing in."

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she relived the moment. "It took him about fifteen minutes, but when he came, it was so much I could barely swallow it all."

Jeff groaned and his hips began to buck involuntarily.

"It was really delicious, and Sean said I was a natural," she grinned wide.

Jeff struggled to maintain his composure as she continued working the toy over his painfully stiff dick, but his breathing grew heavier with each word.

"Derek was next, he had the banana flavor," she moaned softly as she reminisced while rubbing herself. "His cock curved upward at this angle that made it hit the roof of my mouth. It made my eyes water," she giggled. "But the reward at the end was worth it. He didn't cum as much, but it still tasted amazing."

"Oh god," he moaned, picturing it despite himself, his body betraying him as his hips thrust up to meet her movements. "Stop, this went way too far..."

She slowed her rhythm.

"Shhhh, You wanted the story, let me finish," she scolded. "Anyway, Marcus was last, he took forever, it must've been thirty minutes. I was tired by then, but honestly? I was so turned on I didn't want it to end. Luckily he preferred to hold my head and do all the work himself. The pineapple flavor was the most subtle, but still nice."

Her hips rocked against her own hand, grinding down against her fingers with increasing urgency. "He said he'd been saving it for me all week, and he wasn't kidding. He definitely had the most, even more than Sean. When he finally came, I thought I might choke, but I managed to swallow every drop." Her voice grew breathier. "It was so good... I wish I had some now."

"Fuck, Lana," Jeff groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet her movements with the toy.

She leaned down, brushing her breasts up against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "And that's pretty much all that happened."

"Pretty much?" he managed between his panting.

"Well, I didn't mention that I was playing with myself, and came a couple times, but can you really blame a girl?"

Jeff's brain was short-circuiting. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Lana picked up the pace again, nearing her orgasm.

"Oh god, oh fuck," Jeff panted, feeling himself getting close. "Lana, I'm going to..."

"That's it," she encouraged, increasing her pace with the toy. "Come for me baby."

Jeff's cock throbbed inside her substitute pussy, filling it with his load as his body tensed. "Ffffuuuuuck," he moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lana cried out almost simultaneously, her back arching as she came against her own fingers. "Fuck, Jeff, yes!"

She worked his cock with the toy, drawing out every last drop until he whimpered from the sensitivity. Finally, she pulled Slutlana off him slowly, making him hiss. She held the toy up over her face, cum leaking from the opening.

She opened wide, letting it drip into her mouth and wincing. "Ehhh, I should bring some of those pills home when we launch."

"Are they adding more flavors?" Jeff asked, catching his breath.

"Umm, I think so. I'll have to ask."

"Why don't you just bring them home for us to try next time?" he offered.

"Sorry, nothing leaves the lab till launch, company rule," she said dismissively.

"But..."

She interrupted him. "You're getting a lot of use out of this, huh?" She studied the sex toy.

She set it down and stood up. "Version two will be even better, I'll have to make sure you get the first one off the line." She walked toward the door. "We're starting the first R&D session next week."

He stared at Slutlana on the table, still leaking cum.

At that moment, he realized he hadn't been inside the real Lana since the day she'd brought that thing home.