Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
As I stalk back into my room and slam the door behind me, I yank the towel off my waist and throw it aside, revealing my thick length. It’s gone soft from having to deal with Chrissy’s childish games and now hangs heavily down to my knees as I stride back over to the bed to finish fucking my new sex doll. But then I freeze, my breath stuck in my throat.
What the fuck is this?
The sex doll is gone from the bed, and in its place is the real life curvy body of a young woman. I immediately know it’s Chrissy and my cock instantly hardens and starts to rise again, throbbing with lust at the delicious sight of her bare pussy, her milky thighs, and her huge, heavy tits with their delicious pink nipples. Chrissy’s long blonde locks cascade from beneath the bedsheet covering her face. She’s lying dead still, the only sign of life coming from the gentle rise and fall of her soft belly as she breathes.
Was this her plan all along? To lure me away long enough so she could substitute herself for the doll? Does she really think I’m so stupid that I would actually fall for this? Or is she hoping I won’t care about the game, and fuck her anyways? For God’s sake, if she wants me to do her so badly, she could have just asked. I may have been holding back from making a move on her because of the taboos involved, but I’d have been more than happy to give her good fuck if it was coming from her. This game, on the other hand, is ridiculous.
I’m tempted to yank the bedsheet away and tell her how stupid and crazy she’s acting, and then send her out of the room so I can finish what I started with my newest purchase. It would be the right thing to do. But Chrissy’s a grown woman, of legal consenting age. She technically knows what she wants. And if what she wants is for me to pretend I don’t know it’s her, and use her for my pleasure, then that’s what she’ll get.
Besides, I’ve always wondered what her tight little pussy would feel like, wrapped around my cock. And if she’s offering it up to me on a platter like this, why would I deprive myself of that? Don’t get me wrong because Barbie and her friends are pretty fucking awesome. But there’s nothing like a real woman, and that’s something I haven’t had in a while. It’s too much hassle, especially given Janice’s recent decision to explore her polyamorous side with a bunch of grizzled old dudes. But Chrissy, in this situation? How can I resist?
My teeth clenched with lust, I reach down and gently touch her bare pussy with the tips of my fingers. Like velvet. Wet, slippery velvet, lubed up with her own juices, ready to accept me. Chrissy’s sharp intake of breath as I caress her pussy reveals her lust, and I know she’s trying to keep quiet. I can’t resist teasing her, so I gently play with her clit and grin evilly as she struggles to repress a moan. Let’s see how long she can keep this up. She’ll have to give in sooner or later.
Taking her swollen clit softly between my thumb and forefinger, I gently pull and stroke, eliciting sighs from beneath the bedsheet. But Chrissy manages to stay completely still. Fine. If she wants to keep up the pretense, I’m game too. After all, I have a heavy load to unleash.
My cock pulses painfully with impatience, my aching balls contracting uncomfortably from having been teased enough for one day. I mount Chrissy’s body on the bed and spread her thighs unceremoniously apart, like I would a doll’s. Then I place the angry, throbbing head of my cock at Chrissy’s glistening vulva, her lips swollen with lust, and push my full girth into her tightness, making her gasp from beneath the bedsheet.
“Mmmh,” I growl involuntarily through clenched teeth at how deliciously tight she feels. I stop immediately, wondering if I’ve made a huge mistake. Looking down, my shaft looks ludicrously monstrous jammed into her tiny little pussy. It’s only a third of the way in, and I’m suddenly concerned it’s too huge for her. I’m used to fucking sex dolls, which are designed to inflate a man’s ego by providing tiny pussy and assholes. But forcing your way into a real woman? That’s another story. Should I stop?
Yet Chrissy’s dripping pussy is clenching impatiently around the portion of my cock that’s inside already, and I can hear tiny pants and gasps from beneath the bedsheet. So I push harder, invading her slick pussy until I’m impaled in her to the hilt. If she wanted to change her mind, she could have done it by now. No more Mr. Gentle.