Chapter 2: The Karen of the Neighborhood

Liza stood at her front bay window watching as Karen Cromwell disappeared from her upstairs window washing duties. She turned and looked at George curiously. He was busy sitting on her couch looking at his phone and appeared to be texting someone. She turned back to the window and Mrs. Cromwell was hurriedly crossing the street, naked with the exception of high heels and a red ribbon in her hair. Liza gasped and turned to look at George again. She started to say something but George held his hand up as if to stop her from interrupting his thought. She turned back and could now see Mrs. Cromwell checking her mailbox.

“She’s checking my mailbox! That woman just opened–”

“I told her to,” George interrupted as he continued texting on his phone. “She’s bringing your other package that I delivered yesterday. So you don’t check your mail daily?”

“Well, no, not every day. Some days I don’t–”

“From now on you’ll check your mail every morning at 11:30. Understood? Here, hold onto this until I use the word scent, like the smell?”

“What is it?” Liza asked as she looked at the tiny unmarked bottle.

“It’s for your pussy. You’ll know when to rub it on. Don’t you check your mail daily?” he continued.

Liza set the bottle on the side table next to the couch and nodded her head and peered back out the window.

“I didn’t hear your answer Liza,” he said sternly. “You will check your mail every day at 11:30 am. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir. I understand. I will check my mail daily from now on,” she said as the doorbell rang.

She grabbed her robe and turned to go answer the door, but George held his hand up. “Wait. We still have 6 minutes. Why don’t you take your toys in the kitchen and clean them.”

Liza nodded and picked up the three toys and headed for the kitchen.

“Wait!” George said suddenly. “Leave the robe and the ASSMASTER. You can clean the other two. Then stuff them inside two of your orifices, you pick which two. Answer the door, with them inserted, and bring Mrs. Cromwell in here. Understood?”

Liza looked at him curiously. It had never occurred to her that she could, or would, use the dildos for anything but solo fun. Now, this deranged mailman was causing her to question everything she had learned about sex, except was this sexual? And to what end was she questioning things?

“Yes Sir. I understand.” Liza answered reluctantly. Another thought occurred to her. What was Mrs. Cromwell doing while she waited for her to answer the door? She remembered the camera mounted at her front entrance and pulled up the app on her phone after she placed the two dildos in the sink and turned on the water.

There she was, standing with her back to the door facing the street with her hands atop her head.

“Her ass looks huge in the camera,” Liza thought to herself. “How many cameras are there?”

Liza chuckled out loud thinking that anyone driving by would be able to see the snooty old busy body standing at her door. All they had to do was look up at her home. This woman was bold! “Typical Karen,” Liza said to herself.

She scrubbed and cleaned the REALISTIC and the “OSFA” (One Size Fits All) and made the only logical choice she could. She bent her knees slightly and placed the OSFA up inside her rear end. She stood up and adjusted herself slightly. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. A few steps back and forth revealed that she felt she could manage the pain.

The REALISTIC would be a different story. She squatted and pushed the monster up inside her kitty as far as it would go. She looked down to see at least 8” hanging between her legs. She stood up and took a few steps. Her thighs rubbed against the massive dildo with each step. It was awkward and painful, at the very least, but the problem was slippage. Any differentiation in her walk, where her thighs didn’t rub the device, allowed it to slip out slightly with each step. Every few steps required her to stop and reinsert the huge dildo. She looked through her kitchen drawers for some relief or a way to hold it in place as she walked, but there was nothing immediate that she could find. She heard the doorbell ring just as the phone timer went off and she decided to just do the best she could and hold the dildo in place as she carefully made her way to the front door.

“Good morning Mrs. Cromwell,” Liza said, smiling. “To what do I owe the pleasure, and why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

“You know exactly why I’m naked out in broad daylight, Mrs. Friedman. It is raining out here you know? I see he’s gotten to you as well,” Mrs. Cromwell replied sharply as she noticed the dildlo hanging between Liza’s legs. “Where is he? I might as well see what he wants to do to me today.”

“Right this way,” Liza answered as she led Karen to the living room.

Liza took two steps toward the living room and dropped to her knees. The REALISTIC was vibrating inside her kitty like nothing she’d ever felt. She fell on the floor in the fetal position and held onto the massive dong with both hands as she erupted into a massive orgasm right in front of Mrs. Cromwell.

“I see he’s already controlling you,” Mrs. Cromwell said, snickering. “I’ll say this, the man definitely knows how to surprise a woman like nobody I’ve ever met!”

Liza lay quivering on the front entryway, jerking as the dildo continued to vibrate inside her and cause another orgasm.

“Found it!” George said as he stood over Liza dangling the remote control. “It was inside the box in a separate package with the batteries. Did you know it had vibrating functionality Liza? You really know how to pick good toys.”

He turned off the vibrating function of the dildo and reached down to retrieve it from between Liza’s legs.

“No! Please, just a few more minutes,” Liza said, begging him as she held the fake dick with both hands. “I’m so close, please Sir. Just two more–”

“No Mrs. Friedman. Maybe later,” George said as he quickly snatched the dildo from between her legs. “I believe we’ve completed the necessary testing and each of your devices, or toys, are in proper working condition. Besides, you asked for Mrs. Cromwell to be delivered here, in your home and on your couch. Well, here she is. What would you like to do with her? She’ll do anything you order her to.”