The Doll (closed)

[gunforhire]

Professor Charlie Morse spent the fall semester on sabbatical from teaching. He taught at a small private prestigious college as well as having his own consulting business. His specialty was international marketing and when the opportunity to travel abroad to help a London based retailer establish an operation in Singapore came along, he jumped at the chance. The money was good and it would give him an opportunity to catch up on his research of local economies in emerging markets. Who was he kidding, it would also give him a chance to get away. He went through an ugly divorce (his wife hated the hours he kept) a few years earlier and his life was just about getting back to normal. He had a nice house a few miles from campus in the quaint college town where he would see his girls every other weekend.

In Singapore, he spent a lot of time in the local small markets. When something caught his eye he would ship it back to his daughters, aged 15 and 8. His last week abroad he came across a porcelain doll he was convinced that his youngest daughter would love. The shopkeeper didn't speak much English and couldn't explain where it came from but she seemed eager to part with it. Charlie couldn't tell how old it was but it looked old, but well preserved. It was obviously a European girl so it seemed out of place, especially considering that the majority of the store could best be described as junk. It was too late to mail it home at this point. Besides, this way Allie could have something special at his place, other than the latest video game craze.

Each girl had their own room at his house. They were well furnished and decorated but he knew it didn't feel like home to them. When he finally got home after a long day of travel it was late. He placed the doll on the cherry wood custom built shelves in Allie's room. He couldn't wait to see his girls. It had been a long 3 months away. He would get them in the morning. His body timing was off so even though he fell asleep almost instantly he didn't sleep for more than a few hours before waking up. Before heading downstairs, he peeked in on the doll. It was really very pretty and excellently crafted. He hoped Allie would love it as much as he thought she would. He smiled and headed downstairs, turning on the coffee.

 

[Lexavier]

The warm touch of his hand awoke her, like a curtain slowly being opened to let in the morning sunshine. A lifetime of memories flooded back to her in that one instance; love, death, happiness and sadness. They say if walls could talk, what stories they could tell, to her it was no different. The spark of life remained, even after the light was extinguished as she was placed inside a bag. She had an owner again, and it felt like ecstasy.

She was art, a beautifully sculpted doll figurine, modestly covered yet subtly erotic, should you understand these things. Dark hair framed her soft features and a serene smile. White cloth draped around her body, flowing around her, giving her the illusion of movement. One hand woven in the lush web of hair, intricately detailed, while the other rested at her side.

The journey seemed to take forever, even to one who has existed for so long. Finally with pride of place, she found her new home, her spot on the shelf. A little girls room by the looks of it. She still couldn't move, but there was time now...

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie sat at the kitchen table in his boxers and robe, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with his things to catch up on. A new semester would start in a few weeks and his clients needed attention. He had a reliable staff, but being gone for so long still made him anxious.

He glanced at the clock, it was only 5AM. He would pick the girls up at noon so had plenty of time to catch up on things. He turned on his laptop and began sorting through the emails. Most ended up in the trash folder without being opened. After an hour of this and a few refills of coffee, the restlessness took over again. He got out the vacuum cleaner and began cleaning the house. After vacuuming Allie's room he felt very tired. He picked up the doll from the shelf and looked at it carefully, admiring the lifelike craftsmanship before setting her back down. He laid down on Allie's bed and pulled a blanket over himself and drifted off.

He awoke with a start, feeling a sense of unknown ease before realizing what time it was. He remade the bed, took a quick shower and drove to his ex's house, his former home, to get his daughters.

When they got back to his house he escorted Allie to her room, carrying her bag. He took the doll from the shelf and handed it to the pleased little girl. Charlie gave her another big hug then left her alone and headed back downstairs to fix lunch. She talked to it for a few minutes before setting it on the bed next to the stuffed animals, rejoining her dad and sister.

 

[Lexavier]

This felt like she remembered. Contently she stood on the shelf, feeling like she'd always belonged here. Finally the opportunity to see her owner properly presented itself. As he examined her, she examined him. She could feel the pain in his past, an undercurrent to his personality that saddened her to see. She watched him as he slept, feeling like she could almost see his dreams.

Meeting the child was a joyous occasion, she watched as the girl studied her every detail, listened as she whispered secrets. They'd get along very well, she was sure.

When she was finally alone again, slowly and stiffly her arm rose from her side to stifle a silent laugh before returning to her side again...

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie spent the afternoon with his girls and enjoyed catching up. It did become more obvious to Charlie that there was an increasing rift with his older daughter Lauren. It may have been just the age. But it might have been something more. After dinner Lauren retreated to her room and texted her friends while Allie and Charlie watched a movie.

Allie fell asleep against his shoulder and Charlie carried her to her bed and tucked her in. The doll was still on the bed and Charlie was tempted to move the fragile doll back to the shelf but a half asleep Allie put her arm over the doll and he left them alone and shut out the light.

Charlie's sleep cycle was still messed up and he couldn't fall asleep so he went back to working on his laptop in bed. Around midnight he thought he heard a rustling sound from Allie's room and went to check on her but the room was still and Allie was deep in sleep. The doll had fallen to the floor and Charlie picked it up and studied it in the dim moonlight before setting it on the shelf. It was probably just his imagination but something seemed different about it. He really needed to get caught up on his sleep.

When he did fall asleep he had a vivid dream about a strange young woman that caught his eye in a foreign land a long time ago. He tried to catch up to her in the crowd but never could...

 

[Lexavier]

As she lay in bed with the little girl, she silently sighed. Warmth seemed to spread through her body, slowly seeping into every inch of her porcelain body. As the arm was removed from around her, the little girl rolling in her sleep, she tried to move an arm again, it was a little easier this time. She stretched it out infront of her, holding it at angles like a dancer, wiggling her small fingers.
Suddenly another roll from the little girl sent her sliding off the bed, hitting the floor with a clunk. She didn't feel damaged thankfully, but she didn't hear the door open and was still checking herself when the man came into view.
Her arm snapped to her side but she knew instantly it wasn't in the proper place. Another silent sigh, this time in relief as she was placed back on the shelf.
The rest of the night was spent examining her arms as she put them in different positions.

It was really happening again... she was a patient little doll...

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie and the girls spent the next day out of the house. First they had lunch, then he took them to the mall so they could do some Christmas shopping. By the time they got home it was time for dinner and then he would have to take them back to their mother's since they still had a week of school. The day felt so rushed to Charlie but it was good just to be around them again.

When it was time to go, Allie wanted to take her new doll to her mother's. Charlie convinced his pouting daughter that it would be better off here, that he wanted her to have something special here too.

He helped Allie pack up her clothes and drove the girls home. As soon as he dropped them off, he felt very alone. He drove slowly home and made his way to the now seemingly very cold and empty house.

Charlie did some work on his laptop, revising the syllabus for the upcoming semester and reviewing a few clients' files he would check in on the next few days. When he was ready to turn in, the feeling of being alone struck him again. He went to Allie's room, looking at her things, picking up a few things. He went to the shelf and picked up the doll. "Well at least she likes you." He smiled and put it back down before shutting out the light but leaving the door open.

After a bit of reading, he brushed his teeth then undressed completely and climbed into the warm bed. His hand wandered down his body, enjoying the feeling of human contact, even if it was his own.

 

[Lexavier]

The day standing alone was productive. The porclain dress was cumbersome and unyielding, yet she managed to get some semblence of movement, inching this way and that on the shelf. It was a start.
She overheard the conversations, and she knew the small child was leaving. It was a shame they hadn't got to know each other, or spend as much time together, but she was getting stronger and ultimately she could have more fun with just the man in the house.
When he returned alone however, his pain was fresh and anew. She could feel it even as he spoke to her. Soon... be patient... she wanted to whisper to him as he stepped out of the room...

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie's hand worked himself to an orgasm, the thick cum splattering on his abs. He climbed out of bed, washed himself off and went back to bed, falling asleep quickly, now fully relaxed and comfortable in his surroundings for the first time in weeks.

He woke up the next morning and the sun was shining bright despite the cold weather outside. Still nude he made his way through the house, opening the blinds to let the warming effect of the sun in. As he left Allie's room, he had the feeling of being watched but that notion seemed ridiculous as his house was well shielded from the street or any neighbor. He shrugged it off and took a long shower, letting the hot water soothe his still jet lagged body.

Charlie was out of the house most of the day, catching up on errands and spending time at the office. It was dark when he got home and the wind was picking up. After turning the furnace up and closing the blinds throughout the house, the doll caught his eye again, noticing not only the beauty in the craftsmanship but also in the details of the face. He picked it up, looking for any signs of the doll's heritage, wanting to know more about it's origins. Who knows, it might actually be worth something, he thought to himself. Unable to find any markings he set her back down on the shelf.

Charlie sat down on Allie's bed and took off his shoes. Before he knew it he was asleep. He slept on the girl's bed before waking up a few hours later and made his way to his own room. For some reason, Allie's room seemed warmer which made no sense since it had more exposure to the elements and was furthest from the furnace. Still, he slept peacefully.

 

[Lexavier]

What an eyeful this morning. Her gaze followed him, or followed 'it' around the room with facination. Today was a special day, and this surprise made it all the sweeter.
She had the house to herself as well, which was lucky.

Concentrating really hard, her face screwing up into a look of utter determination, gradually her arms softened, as did her legs and very slowly, the rest of her body too. The hardest bit was next though, it took hours of work but finally, and with a tiny pop, the dress turned into a tiny sheet of cloth, floaty and soft yet still hugging her body in the right places.

She had done it! She was free again! She danced around like a ballerina, spinning around on her tip-toes, watching the dress swirl and flutter around her.
She could also take it off. It had been a long long time, with utter glee she slipped off the dress and stared with big eyes at her beautiful little body.

Her chest was full and curvy, with bright pink nipples standing up to attention. Her body gracefully curved, her bottom not too big, not too small, the small pink lips of her pussy contrasting against the milky white thighs of her silky long legs. She traced every line, every curve with her hands, shivering with pleasure.

Her first orgasm was explosive, her toes gripped the edges of the shelf, one hand twined in her hair, the other furiously rubbing at her clit. She screamed... silently, her body quaked as hundreds of pent up, frustrated years came out with a crash.

Another climax or two later and she was worn out. She lay there, exhausted, panting soundless breaths. The clunk of the door finally tore her away from her reverie. She swiftly returned to her position and in the blink of an eye, became the solid doll again.

He came into the room again. Examined her, searched her. His hands were warm and enticing. He slept in here again, she wondered if he always did that or it was her presence. When she knew he was under, she transformed again.

Mischief time! She explored the house, getting into the rooms she could and having a good look around.

She gazed around, pondering what she could do. The creak of the floorboard behind her made her jump and she quickly hid. He was almost sleep-walking as he made his way back to his own bed, he obviously hadn't noticed she was missing. He also left the door a jar, perfect. When he back down again, she slipped into his room and onto his bed - which was hard work. With a naughty smile, she wandered over to his hand, softly caressing his finger. She could feel his heart beating through it. She thought of all the dirty things she could do to him, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter. Throwing a leg over, she straddled his index finger, kneeling on either side. The warmth she got from him against her pussy sent shivers up her spine.

Cupping her breasts, she began to rock back and forth, grinding herself against him. He was too deep to feel it, he made no move to get away. Her body was still so sensitive, especially her nipples, god how she looked their feel, their texture, the way sparks of pleasure shot through her when she flick and touched them, imagining it was his lips, his touch on them instead of hers.
She gasped silently as she touched her clit once more, grinding and rubbing, coating his finger with her sex juice, wishing she could cry out until ... that one.. last .. moment!!!

Feeling content, she gathered herself and returned to the little girls room. What a first day and night of freedom this had turned out to be....

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie woke in the last moments of darkness before dawn and felt a sense of renewal. Getting back into his usual routine must be doing him good. He sat up realizing he was still in his clothes from yesterday. He went to the bathroom, relieved himself and came back to the bedroom and undressed. As he was down to his boxers the warmth of the bed was too inviting to pass up as he heard the wind howling. He laid back down and pulled the comforter over his nearly nude body.

He wasn't sure where the inspiration came from but he gave into the carnal feelings and began stroking himself hard. As he gave into the pleasure he arched his back and slipped his boxers off. He continued to stroke himself until he shot a load of spunk on his stomach and sheets. Knowing he would have to wash the sheets he didn't bother to clean up, instead pulling the sheets back over himself and drifting back off to sleep, feeling even more content than when he woke originally.

When he woke again it was almost noon. By then a fresh blanket of snow had fallen so Charlie decided to stay home for the day. He would make a few calls and answer emails from home. He pulled his favorite robe around his body and headed downstairs for coffee.

 

[Lexavier]

Another day, sunshine filled the room despite the blinds. Something new was happening today. She wasnt sure if it was the general feelings of the house members or it was last nights physical contact but things were happening much quicker than normal.

She licked her soft lips and parted them. Yes! She could just about hear the slight sound of her exhaling breath. She tried to speak, it was still but a whisper but it was a start. "Hello", she'd need to be close to someone for them to hear but still the advancement made her dance around her shelf happily.

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie spent the next few days catching up with things at work and slowly getting back into his exercise routine. Living abroad was an adventure but the different food and extreme change in day to day life, left him without the energy to stay disciplined with his workouts. His body was a bit sore from the increased activity but he was regaining his vigor. Even after just a few days of this, he began to notice a difference, liking his appearance a bit more each time he saw his body in the mirror. The renewed energy also increased his sexual appetite. He masturbated at least daily, sometimes more. He decided he really needed to find a girlfriend and began to comprise a mental list of potential dates.

Although he was busy throughout the day, he looked forward to returning home more than ever. The house always felt lonely to him, but lately it provided a new comfort. There was a different energy in the house he thought but he dismissed it at just finding comfort in getting back to his normal life.

The following weekend was his weekend with the girls. Unfortunately Lauren was spending the night at her friend's house for a birthday party but it would be good to spend time with Allie alone.

That Friday morning he began to tidy up and began to notice things amiss. Little things - objects slightly out of place, his neatly folded clothes being a bit messed, food looking tampered with. When he straightened Allie's room he looked at the doll. She looked different, even more lifelike than he remembered. He quickly dismissed these things as the products of an over active imagination.

He picked Allie up and brought her home. They watched a movie and then he tucked her in, asking for her doll. Charlie smiled and brought it to her and she clutched it to her chest. He kissed her good night and waited for her room to remain silent for a short while before he went to his room, locked the door and undressed. His hand was stroking his cock in almost no time at all. A few minutes later his hand was filled with the sticky cum. Another orgasm wsted, he thought before falling asleep.

 

[Lexavier]

She liked exploring, playing with objects she found any chance she could get. Friday was a bigger cause for excitement however when she learnt that Allie was coming back.

She wasn't disappointed. The moment she was in the door she was being picked up, examined, remembered, like it was the first time they'd met. They were gone short time as darkness began to fall, and then she was back, being tucked up into bed.

The door clicked shut and Allie's breathing became a little more regular. She began to whisper into her ear, reasurring words to help her dream sweetly. When she seemed content, she slipped from Allie's grasp. There were new things to explore, toys and clothes that Allie had brought with her. She dropped down to the floor and giggled softly to herself as she poked a rather large teddy. She loved the feeling of his fur on her skin....

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie was woke by an excited knock on his door from Allie. Still naked, he quickly put on boxers and his robe, willing his morning wood away and let the excited little girl into his room. She was beaming and bouncing as Charlie sat groggily on the bed, telling her father that the doll had spoken to her and told her her name was Esmeralda and sang her a lullaby. Charlie laughed to himself, stood up and kissed Allie's forehead. She took his hand and pulled him to her room and handed him the doll, urging the doll to speak again. Of course the doll remained still but Charlie began a conversation with Esmeralda for Allie's sake.

The disappointed little girl admonished her dad. "Not like that Daddy. She really talked to me....she just must be sleeping." The pouting girl put the doll on her bed and stalked off downstairs.

Charlie picked the doll up again and looked at it bemusedly before setting her back down. "Guess you're a hit Esmeralda." He joined his daughter down stairs and made her favorite breakfast as the girl watched cartoons in her pajamas.

After breakfast Charlie left her downstairs and headed back up stairs, passing by Allie's room and peeked in. For some reason he noticed the teddy bear on the floor and picked it up. He noticed a crusty clump on it's fur and reminded himself to tell Allie no more food upstairs.

 

[Lexavier]

Esmeralda giggled to herself when she was finally alone again. Oh he was so much fun. He hadn't said anything but he'd just picked up the bear, examining it. She wondered what he thought was on it.

Allie came up a little later on, bubbily and energetic like a little girl should be. She leapt onto the bed, scooping up the doll and grinning at it. "Are you awake yet?" she asked softly. Esme didn't change completely, just slowly turned her head and smiled at the girl.
"Yes Allie, I'm awake. I'm sorry your Father didn't believe you." her voice was a whisper, infact the girl had to hold the doll up to her ear just to hear.
"That's ok. I bet my Mum would though, you should meet her, and then I can show you my room! and my other dollies! They're not like you though..."
Esmeralda was patient, when the girl finished talking, she calmly whispered,
"I would love to meet them all, but you know what I think is a better idea? When you go home, your father is left all alone, wouldn't it be nice if I could stay here and keep him company? We dont want him getting lonely do we?"
The girl thought for a moment, a look of serious concentration on her face. "Ok. You can keep my Father company so he doesn't get lonely." She put Esmeralda back down on the bed, jumping up, "I'll go tell him!" she laughed as she ran out the door.
Esmeralda smiled knowingly to herself....

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie and Allie left for the day. They picked up Lauren from her friend's house then spent the rest of the day Christmas shopping and dining out. When they got home Charlie was surprised when Allie said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. Charlie stayed up with Lauren and tried talking with her but it seemed force. The conversation was light, mostly about school when Lauren abruptly changed the subject. "You know Mom's got a boyfriend, don't you?" She glared at him as she spoke and Charlie felt the hatred directed at him. He stood up, feeling shaken from the look in her eyes, said a quiet "I'm sorry that this is hard on you" and left her at the table. He went into the living room and turned on the TV, but was paying no attention the shows. He heard Lauren head up stairs shortly there after.

Charlie couldn't erase the look in her eyes or the venom in her tongue from his mind as his mind scrambled. Why did she blame him for everything? Comes with the territory of being the father I guess. Who is this boyfriend? Is he sleeping over? Why did Lauren seem to delight in taunting him with this news?

Charlie finally headed up to bed. He passed by Lauren's room and could hear the occasional buzz from her phone vibrating. He went to Allie's room and peeked in on her. He smiled as he saw her clutching the doll to herself.
Don't you ever grow up on me.

Charlie took the girls home the next afternoon. Lauren seemed a little less distant at breakfast and on the drive home, as if her outburst helped her in some way. He kissed them goodbye in the driveway and as they hugged Allie whispered to him that Esmeralda knows he is lonely and will keep him company. Charlie brightened at her innocence and gave her a big smile. "Well Daddy's very happy to hear that sweetie. You're very sweet to share."

 

[Lexavier]

That night was the worst feeling that Esme had yet to experience in this household. Charlie was feeling hurt about many things, Lauren too was struggling. Only Allie, the ever optimistic youth, seemed to sleep soundly. Still, Esme had plans to cheer up Charlie, very interesting plans...

She said a hushed goodbye to Allie as they parted, and waited. She was good at waiting. Tonight would be hard for him, and not just because he was alone again...

She stood at the window looking out over the snow clad streets, her chest heaved with anticipation, her cheeks flushed a little as her mind went over what she hoped to achieve...

 

[gunforhire]

Not wanting to be alone in the house, Charlie drove slowly away. Instead of heading home, he drove to the small college where he taught and navigated his way through the old ivy covered brick buildings. Since it was break, there were few people around and he enjoyed the quiet solitude of the peaceful setting.

When he did finally head home, he fixed a Jack and Coke and listened to some music. He chose Roy Orbison, always admiring the sorrow caught in the man's voice. After another drink, he headed upstairs to his room and undressed to his boxers and an old tee shirt. He chuckled to himself when he saw the doll lying on his bed, obviously placed there by Allie in an attempt to provide him with company. He picked it up, smiled at it and said "so I guess you're supposed to keep me company." He set her on the night stand against the lamp and shut out the light, the doll's face being the last image he saw before falling fast asleep, thanks to just the right amount of alcohol in his system.

 

[Lexavier]

Seeing the car pull in the drive made Esme gasp and run to his bedroom, scrambling up the bed and arranging herself just as he came in the door downstairs.
She could feel the emotion, it caught in her throat. Poor Charlie. As he lifted her she smiled inwardly at his comment, yes, she'd make it all better tonight. His warm hands around her body made naughty thoughts run through her mind as she considered what she was going to do, the anticipation was already turning her on. She could tell from the slur of his syllables and the faint aroma of his breath that he'd been drinking. Good, the sleep would be deeper.

She waited, watching over his sleeping body from the bedside table, his breathing becoming deeper, a steady rythem becoming noisier until he was snoring - a combination of the alcohol and sleeping on his back no doubt.

She transformed, the hard porclain exterior becoming the soft satin cloth, her skin smooth like silk. She slipped the little dress off and admired herself. Some people might call her vain but if they didn't get to see their body in the flesh very often, they'd be vain too. She sighed to herself as she ran her hands down her body, starting at the shoulders.

The first job was light, she made her way over furniture to the windowsill and opened the blinds just enough to let the room fill with moonlight. Perfect. Leaping back onto the bed with a soft bounce, Esmeralda found a place to slip under the duvet and crawled over to Charlie. Using his t-shirt as leverage, she gently climbed up onto his moving chest. He didn't even stir. She giggled to herself, noting that his exercise had been going well as his figure was nice even through the simple t-shirt he wore.

His chest wasn't what she was interested in though. Working her way down and coming to the bottom of his t-shirt, she could just make out the bulge in his boxers in the dim light. She tugged the boxers open at the front, her heart beating hard in her chest. There was her prize, it had been too long since a moment like this.

She stood inbetween his slightly parted legs, looking down at his cock. With a little smirk on her lips, she softly ran her hands over it, stifling a giggle as it twitched in response. As she traced her fingertips over it again and again, it seemed to come alive as her soft ministrations made the blood flow, filling and hardening his cock till it lay against his body, only slightly shorter than her!

Esme lifted it up and pressed her body against it. The throbbing she felt through her body was like extacy. She let out a little moan as she brushed her breasts against it, pecking little kisses around the head. The smell of precum filled her senses and she moaned again, lapping at it as it dribbled over her body.

She was getting wetter herself, her nipples hardened as she rubbed them against his cock. Falling forward, she crushed herself to it as it pressed against his body, tracing her tongue all around the head. Slipping a hand down her own body, she found her pussy to be soaked, gasping as she delved two fingers inside her.

She used her entire body to stimulate him, rocking back and forth as she was almost straddling him. She let out another hushed moan as she started to rub her clit, whimpering in pleasure. She kept a steady pace, teasing the length as she pumped her body back and forth. She brought both arms up to stroke and tease the sensitive head, briefly bringing her fingers to her mouth to sample the mixed taste of his precum and her own juices.

His breathing was getting harder, and she knew it wouldnt be long. She switched position, lying down on his lower abdomen and continued to stroke him. Her excited face was flushed red, her chest heaved, as any moment now....

His cock swelled for a moment before exploding. She opened her mouth to gasp and it was filled with his cum as it splashed over her. He groaned in his sleep as another load washed over her, it dripped from her breasts, covered her belly and she could feel it slide over her pussy lips. Desperately trying to swallow as much as she could, she let go of his cock and returned to her own body, spreading the cum over her globes as she cupped them, bringing her hands up to her mouth to lick it all up before moving back down her body, beginning to furiously rub her clit with one hand and thrust the other inside her, pumping harder and harder. Her back arched as she climaxed, her lips forming a little 'O' as she was wracked with pleasure, spasming uncontrollably.

She let out her breath explosively, panting to catch it back. Then she laughed as she looked down at the mess she'd made. She couldn't believe how amazing that had felt. She used his t-shirt to clean herself off, to make it look like she hadn't been lying there in the way of his cum and slipped back out of the duvet.

She basked in her own glow as she sat on the edge of the nightstand, not quite ready to return to her porclain form. She hoped he would remember this night in some way...

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie fell into a deep slumber almost from the moment his head hit the pillow. He wasn't sure when it happened exactly, but he was briefly alert enough to feel the warm spurts of cum on his belly, interrupting his vivid sexual dream. In his dream he was receiving oral from a strange woman. Just as he reached orgasm, he withdrew from her mouth, covering the woman in absurd amounts of cum from head to toe.

He woke just as the sun was coming up, reflecting off the snow outside, blinding him as he tried to open his eyes. He must have left the blinds open but he swore he had closed them. Must be the alcohol playing with his mind.

When Charlie pulled the covers off so he could close the blinds, he could smell the salty scent of his sex on his body and his clothes. He reached down and felt the crust on his boxers. He hadn't had a wet dream in years, recalling what it was like as a youth. He remembered how he learned to masturbate to prevent them, not wanting his mom to find his clothes crusty from his sperm.

As he closed the blinds, Charlie saw the doll, the bright sun enhancing her fine features. It was as if her eyes were watching him. "Don't tell Allie about this okay?" Charlie took off his boxers and tee shirt and threw them in the laundry basket in his closet and came back to bed after peeing in the attached bathroom. Feeling a bit hungover he rolled on to his side, the side of his face in the pillow, looked up at the doll again and drifted into sleep, his nude body on display uncovered since the room seemed very warm to him.

 

[Lexavier]

Esme sighed to herself as she looked at the naked form of Charlie to the last moment of light, she even watched the shadowy silhouette as he positioned himself to sleep. How she would love to do it again this night, to get that invigorating feeling from pleasuring him, and herself.
But it was not to be tonight. She was weary. Keeping the transformations up for so long without significant periods of rest was tiring her out. She needed to rebuild her strength.
She smiled inwardly, Charlie would still be around when she felt stronger again.
With another soft sigh, she mentally closed herself off and drifted into a content sleep....

 

[gunforhire]

After sleeping off the alcohol, Charlie spent the rest of the day at his office at the college. There was a lot of paperwork piled up for him and Charlie took his time going through it. Most of it ended up in a pile destined for the recycle bin. Under one of his trade journals, Charlie saw the small square envelope peeking out. It was addressed from the office of the Dean of the Business College. The Winter party, a PC name for a Christmas party Charlie thought, was scheduled for this coming Friday. He didn't want to attend but had put his academic life on the back burner for too long and besides, he didn't have the girls and didn't feel like being alone on a Friday night. At least the food was usually pretty good.

The rest of the week was quiet. He didn't move the doll from his night stand, liking the link to his daughter nearby. He woke up one more morning with dried cum on his body from the wet dream in the middle of the night. He had been sleeping in the nude most nights, all except for the most frigid. The dream was similar to the last, once again ending with huge splats of cum on the woman's naked body. The woman seemed to revel in being covered like this.

At the party Charlie ate the appetizers, had a few drinks and caught up with colleagues and met the new faculty for the next semester. Just as he was ready to go he heard the woman's voice address him. He was pleasantly surprised to see the pretty woman of about thirty years of age. Her smile suddenly made the stuffy room seem a lot more bearable. It turned out she was a former student of his who just completed her PHD and would be teaching an undergraduate course in January. They talked a bit about her academic work before she made it very clear that Charlie was always her favorite professor and considered him an inspiration. Charlie winked at her and told her he wished he had known that. He told her to wait for him at the table and returned back with two stiff drinks.

Meeting and connecting with a woman like this was a thrill. It was obvious she admired Charlie as more than a mentor, her hand lingering a bit too long on his arm, her eyes locked on his for a bit longer than normal.

Finally he got the courage up. "Would you like to meet me at my place for a drink?" His heart raced as he asked her. When she smiled back and agreed quickly he was delighted. They agreed to meet outside in twenty minutes, leaving the party separate from each other and she would follow him. The twenty minutes seemed like an eternity.

 

[Lexavier]

It had taken longer to recouperate than she had thought it would, transforming briefly to have her way with Charlie again. Still, it had been amazing to watch as the sun rose to light up the bedroom, something else rose to tent the sheets.

She hated it when Charlie was away at work, it was so boring being alone in the house. But she was excited, the weekend was drawing nearer and she'd get him all to herself for two days straight.

He got home from work on Friday and seemed busier than normal, rushing around, showering etc. She wondered what could be happening when he suddenly left. She peered out the window as he got in his car, dressed in finery, and drove away. A work meeting? A social gathering of some kind? She sighed to herself and sat down to wait, she was good at waiting...

 

[gunforhire]

Charlie and his new friend and colleague, Anna enjoyed a few drinks in his living room. As out of practice as he felt romancing a strange woman, it was a very natural progression. Before long, he was giving her a tour of the house and when they made it to his room, they both knew where this night was headed.

Anna picked up the doll and Charlie explained how his daughter had placed it in his room for him. Anna agreed it was very beautiful before Charlie took the doll from her and sat it back down on the night stand, this time facing the wall however. Charlie joked that since the doll had been telling secrets to Allie, he'd rather her not see this. He shut off the light and pulled Anna to him.

When the couple finally woke up, they picked up where they left off, this time with the blinds open, letting the bright sun warm their naked bodies. Charlie looked over at the doll, now facing them. He assumed Anna was looking at it before he woke up.

A few hours later Charlie made her lunch and kissed her goodbye. He headed back upstairs, practically glowing from his conquest, but very tired. He undressed and slipped back into the warm bed, trying to recall every moment of the night before drifting to sleep.