Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 5

Not that Xander was complaining.

He never had, and, Faith was pretty sure, he wouldn't now, as she introduced him to Mr. Pointy. If he did, well, she'd give him something to complain about.

Faith's predecessor, the Slayer from Jamaica named Kendra, had given Buffy her "lucky stake," with which she'd killed many vampires. She'd named it "Mr. Pointy," which had prompted Buffy to tell her, "Remind me to get you a stuffed animal." Faith thought the name made a cute and appropriate name for the strap-on dildo she'd purchased a few years back and carried with her in her suitcase whenever she relocated to another town, always willing to mix business with pleasure. She was pretty sure that Xander wouldn't let his manliness-what there was of it-get in his way of being fucked by a beautiful woman. In her experience, most men didn't.

Faith had opted for a step-through harness that she pulled up, over her thighs, so that the straps fit snugly over her buttocks and around her waist. The silicone cock, a nine-inch "circumcised" beauty in purple with a permanently exposed pink glans, jutted from the hole through which she inserted it at about the same level as Xander's own prick protruded from his groin. Donning the harness was an easy task, as Faith had adjusted the straps numerous times in the past, and they needed little further adjustment, as she maintained her girlish figure easily, both as a matter of her superior Slayer's metabolism and her extraordinary amount of exercise in staking vamps, demons, and other creatures of the night. Sliding a condom over the silicone cylinder, she felt its weight and bounce as it jiggled and swayed in the harness. It felt good, she thought.

Her movements finally got the better of Xander's determination to sleep after orgasm, like a typical male, and he rolled over, an annoyed expression on his face. "What are you doing?" he demanded. Then, he saw the strapped-on dildo, and his eyes widened. "What the fuck?"