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Where is the alpha male going? How can he go out on a night like this? After all, what happened was incredible. After he got up to get into the shower, I sprang out of bed and grabbed Barbie from the closet. Then I put her back onto the bed at lightning speed, and fled. I rushed back to my room and hurried into the bathroom for my own shower.
Once inside the stall, I paused to let myself think. OMG that was so wrong! Yet, I’d enjoyed the interaction. Not only that, but I loved the feeling of Brad’s huge load of semen leaking out of my pussy and running down my legs, mixing with the soap before it disappeared down the drain. It was like a parting gift, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself because my plan worked! I managed to trick my way into Brad’s bed and get him to claim me instead of the sex doll. And the fact that he’d clearly enjoyed my body was the most wonderful part of all.
Of course, I don’t know that he really thought it was Barbie lying there on the sheets. I mean, my skin is warm and rosy, and not plasticky to the touch. Plus, I know I moaned a little. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good when he rubbed my clit, and then when he finally entered me … oh god, he washugeand I got stretched out so much.
So yeah, I’m not sure I care anymore either. The fact that Brad went along with the charade is enough for me, and a huge turn on too, if I’m being honest. Plus, did I mention the sex was downright amazing? Of course, I’ve been with boys before but it was nothing like this. This was the first time I’d orgasmed from deep penetration, and it was earth-shatteringly wonderful. How will I be able to resist Brad now? Do I even want to? And where did he just go?
Then I remind myself of his busy social life and the many evening engagements his schedule holds, and I feel silly. Of course Brad’s not trying to avoid me. This is his house, after all. If he’s tired of having me around, he’ll just ask me to leave. But the alpha male hasn’t asked me to vacate yet, and now I’m hoping that after what happened this evening, he might actually want me to stay. Maybe he liked what we did together so much that he’ll want more? I know I certainly do.
Standing by the window, my pussy twinges with a bit of soreness and I gasp. Oh my god, I was stretched so hard by Brad’s enormous cock. Of course, I saw it the night before when I watched him use that half-doll on his desk. But seeing a dick that huge, and being fucked by it, are two very different things. It felt incredible, and I was crammed so full that it’s difficult to describe. The twinge in my pussy comes again, and I smile to myself because I need to feel his cock again. Can I pull off pretending to be one of his sex dolls a second time? Would I be so bold?
A plan hatches slowly. If I’m going to try it, it has to be now. Brad’s out, and I don’t know for how long. Maybe I’ll see if Barbie’s been stuffed back into the closet, or if she’s still lying on his bed, nude and ready. Then, I’ll make a decision about what to do next.
Like a creeper, I tiptoe up the stairs to Brad’s floor again. I know he’s not home, but it seems better to be quiet anyways. Standing outside his bedroom door, I quietly push it open, and a feeling of giddy arousal flushes my body when I see that the sex doll is still exactly where I left her. Even the sheet still covers her head and shoulders. Perfect.
My heart races as I lift Barbie off the bed and again, I’m surprised by how heavy she is. These dolls are definitely heavier than they look. I’d say this chick is at least ninety pounds, and it seems that all her weight is in her ass. With a tentative hand, I squeeze her round rump, and then her breasts. Yeah, Brad must have customized Barbie because her assets are filled with a jelly-like material that are ultra-realistic to the touch. No wonder Brad has a fetish for them.
After shoving the doll into closet, I once more take off all my clothes, and throw them in after her. Then, completely nude, I take her place on Brad’s bed. I lie there on Brad’s comfortable designer sheets, listening to the silence, wondering how long Brad will be out for. And despite my arousal and my excitement at the prospect of being fucked by Brad for the second time in one day, I start to relax.
But the exhaustion from the last twenty-four hours proves too much for me. I end up dozing and then falling asleep altogether, only coming alive once again at the sound of the front door slamming downstairs. What the hell is going on? Where am I, and why is there a sheet over my face?
At first, I’m confused and disoriented, and ready to scream. But then I hear Brad’s footsteps coming up the stairs and it all comes back: I’m in his bed, pretending to be the sex doll again. Heart racing, I lie as quiet and still as possible, barely able to breathe.
Brad enters the bedroom and doesn’t bother to turn on the lights. The room is dim but not black because there’s a bit of moon coming in through the window. Still, I can see the silhouette of the alpha male’s hulking frame appear as he goes over to the dresser, dropping his keys in a bowl. Then he enters his walk-in closet and hangs up his jacket. Oh shit. Does he see Barbie lying there, along with his other dolls? My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I’m sure he must be able to hear it because once again, the moment of truth has arrived: will Brad discover the truth? And if he does, will he play along a second time, or yank the sheet off of me and tell me that once was fun, but he’s done messing around?
But then, he exits the closet, and a low growl comes from his chest. I feel a huge, square hand gently slide down the curve of my waist before sliding back once more to cup my big breast. He takes a sharp breath as he squeezes it gently, and heat floods my thighs as he trails his finger over the sensitive tip.
Then he’s on the bed, straddling my hips with his jeans-covered knees, and suddenly both my double D’s are in his hands as he squeezes them, licking my nipples. They instantly go hard as my pussy starts to slicken, and I know: Brad either hasn’t caught on to the fact that it’s me, or he knows, but is still up for playing along. Either way, I don’t care because all my focus is now on lying as still as possible as his stubbled chin grates along my milky skin.
“Mmmmh,” he groans in his baritone voice as he licks and squeezes my breasts, enjoying their size and heft. He’s making me so wet that my pussy feels like Niagara Falls. It occurs to me that if Brad does know it’s me, he might be teasing me as a way to punish me for this crazy game I started. But then he sits up and I hear him unzip his jeans and I bite my lip with impatience as I wait to feel the huge pressure of his cock forcing its way into my tiny, wet little pussy.
But instead, the alpha male grabs me by the hips, and with a grunt of lust unceremoniously flips me onto my front. What the hell? He must be planning on fucking me from behind. The thought turns me on so much I forget to lie still as I arch my back and offer up my pussy for him to ram from behind.
“Fuck, yeah,” he moans throatily from somewhere above me, as his hands squeeze the heft of my ass cheeks. Then I feel his cock, rock hard, graze my pussy from below. The tip of it reaches all the way up to my belly button and I groan inwardly as a mixture of arousal and anxiety floods me. Being fucked by a cock this huge, in this position, might not be exactly comfortable. Will I be able to take it? But then I feel his fingers slide into my dripping pussy and I hold my breath as he massages my G-spot. OMG, yes! The stimulation is incredible as my body relaxes, arousal seeping from my tiny hole. I’ll be able his accommodate his huge size if he keeps doing this, no problem.
But again, Brad surprises me. His fingers now covered in my juices, he pulls them out with a distinct sucking sound. I lift my pussy subtly in invitation, but he doesn’t go there. Instead, the man caresses my asshole, and it feels surprisingly good. Then he gently pushes a finger, still slippery with my juices, gently into my tight little hole and I gasp, realizing that he’s lubing me up. I only have a second to wonder at why, before I feel him pull his finger back out, and suddenly the head of his cock is pushing against my bottom. He wants anal? Wait, but I’ve never done this before! Wait, wait, wait!
But of course, there’s no waiting because I’m supposed to be a sex doll with a rear end designed for his pleasure. Brad groans, gripping my hips, and pushes further as I gasp. There’s a sharp twinge of pain but it immediately recedes, replaced by rapture. Little by little, Brad pushes his giant rod all the way into the tightness of my ass and my eyes roll back in ecstasy. What the hell? I had no idea anal could feel so good. Different, but so, so good.
“Fuck,” Brad grunts as he embeds himself in me to the hilt. I feel his balls press against my pussy and his hands grip me tightly on my hips to hold me in place and he starts fucking my ass, long, slow, and hard. It feels so good that I’m dripping pussy juice onto his sheets and that’s going to be a dead giveaway if there ever was one because sex dolls don’t have pussy juice. Or do they? I swear, these days the girls can do anything, and I need to read up to figure out my next steps. Still, at this moment I don’t care and press my face into the sheets to stifle my screams of rapture as my ass is invaded.
“So fucking tight,” Brad groans involuntarily from behind me. “Goddamn, that’s good. Your ass looks amazing stuffed full of my cock like this.” His dirty talk turns me on so much that my pussy squelches loudly as his ball press against my clit as he rides me. But I’m beyond caring whether he heard because I’m close to coming, and by the sounds of it, so is he. He fucks my ass harder and harder, my cheeks wobbling like massive mounds of white cream.
“Holy shit,” he grunts as I feel his balls contract against my pussy, “holy fucking shit,” and I know he’s about to pump his load into my ass. “FUCK!” he grunts loudly and deeply as I feel his cock jerk violently inside my ass. This tips me over the edge and an orgasm rips through me. To my horror, my pussy squeezes tightly as I come, squirting pussy juice in repeated hot gushes all over his balls and thighs. Oh shit, oh shit! The game is up because only real women squirt, and I can’t stop either. Huge gushes of sweet cream continue to stream from my secret space, drenching the man behind me. But to my surprise, all I hear is a low chuckle of pleasure as he kneads my ass cheeks, still buried to the balls in my rectum. Does he know? Does it matter? Oh god, what do I do now?
7
Chrissy
My thoughts churn as I stock the shelves at Mickey’s. How in the hell did I avoid a confrontation with Brad last night? After all, the deep rear-end action was so good that I ended up squirting all over his balls and thighs. Surely, a doll doesn’t do that, right? So yes, I totally expected to be called out. I figured Brad was going to yell and scream, and then potentially throw me out of the house.
Yet none of that happened. Instead, Brad finished coming inside my ass, groaning with release. But also like last time, he got up and simply stalked out to the bathroom to take a shower. And like last time, I quickly got the sex doll out of the closet, put her back on the bed, grabbed my pajamas, and fled.
“Yo yo yo!” Elissa suddenly shrieks next to me, and I startle out of my reverie with such a shock that I knock over the contents of the make-over display and send them crashing to the floor. Several customers in adjacent aisles look up from their shopping and glance at us with some interest.
“Whoops, sorry,” giggles Elissa as she starts cleaning up the mess. “I only wanted to say hello.”
“Sheesh, girlfriend,” I reply while crouching down on the store floor next to her to pick things up. “That was some hello. You’re definitely wired up today.”
