the doll

jennifersdreams

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Summer blinked and fell off the chair she had been propped up on the night before. She had been a sex doll that they had got as a joke, but somewhere inside her, a spark of life had grown. When the boys had come back from the bars, she had been aware. She saw the strippers dancing and the guys, one by one, stumbling off to sleep. She herself had been passed around as a joke, thrown at one guy or another and then left on the floor until someone picked her up to dance with again.

With the morning, it was more than just seeing and feeling. When she sun hit her, she became real. Flesh and blood. She was wearing the lacy black bra and g string they had dressed her in, and heels so high she could barely stand. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the nipples on her huge, round breasts were hard. Looking in the mirror, she smiled. Her lips were still the deep scarlet color they had been, and her eyes were still bright blue, but otherwise, she seemed normal.

One of the men from the party was snoring on the couch, still in his clothes from the night before. She looked at him for a minute. Then she saw the package she had come in.

"A *real* girl who won't say No! Use all three holes or her prefect tits and she's always ready for more!" The picture on the package was clearly her. She smiled. Now she knew what she was for. She sat beside the man on the sofa.

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He shuffled awake, mostly due to the roughness of his dinner jacket still wrapped around him. The night before was unkind on him, and even more so on his memory. He remembered partying like the old days with his frat brothers, dressed as "classy gentlemen". Now, sitting up and tasting his dry mouth, he could only spark flickers of images from last night. He remembered heading out, taking in too many drinks, and perhaps...strippers?

As he became more alert, he finally noticed the woman sitting at the other end of the couch. He froze...how long has she been there? That question did not last long in his mind as soon as he noticed the scantily clad underwear she has donned. His jaw dropped in disbelief...did they bring back a smoking hot girl from the club last night?

All he knew was that this little lady was not helping his morning wood.
 
The man opened his eyes and made a sort of pained groaning noise. She leaned closer, not sure if she was supposed to understand him. Her breasts swayed, almost spilling out of the cups of her lacy bra. When he saw her, his eyes opened wide. They were a little hazy, and he was still dressed, except his coat, which was pulled over him like a blanket. Summer smiled at him, sensing his confusion and discomfort.

"Good morning," she whispered. She let her hand rest on his leg. She wasn't sure why he was in such rough shape, though she thought it probably had something to do with the night before. He obviously wasn't used to waking up this way, and in her hazy memories, she remembered him wild, drinking hard and roaring with laughter. "You had quite a night. Is there anything I can do to help?"
 
He decided to go along with this for a while, still not sure where she came from.

"Um...good morning.No, I'm okay...should you still be here?" Assuming her to be one of the strippers, but her body is just too perfect. "If anything," he chuckled, "can I help YOU with anything?" He slipped off his jacket and stretched back on the couch, then put his arm around the girl, scanning her body and trying to figure out where she came from.

Boldly playing with the strap of her bra, he hoped that he might get some morning glory before his other buddies wake up and take notice of her too.
 
"Well, where else would I go?" she asked, curiously. Though his words seemed to say that she shouldn't be here, his actions said that he wanted her there. She smiled as he pulled her to him, and lay across his body.

"I don't think so," she giggled, not sure what she would need help with. She reached back to unhook her bra for him. As her breasts spilled out against his chest, she felt a little shiver of excitement. Her hard nipples brushed against his shirt and she moaned softly. She remembered seeing the girls last night moving their bodies on the men, and she ground her hips the way she thought that they had. She felt a pressure between her legs and a surge of heat.

"Mmmmmm, what's that?" she murmured, excited.
 
He was shocked at her approach, but can't really complain. Not only was this perfect little doll (figurative) bouncing on his lap, but she seemed to have no reservation in doing so. By now, he wasn't really caring who she was or where she came from; those tits she just spilled out drove him into a lustful state that only sex could cure.

She bounced and giggled right on his bulge, wondering what it was. He smirked and pushed her on her back along the couch. "Let me show you." He chuckled and knelt between her smooth, creamy thighs on the cushion and tugged off his belt. Within seconds, his entire dress pants and boxers are rolled around his knees and his shirts were flying off to reveal his hard body.

He was more awake by the time he laid on top of her, scooping her delicate frames into his arms and reaching down between them to guide the thick tip along her incredibly smooth slit. He thought nothing of how perfectly tight and smooth everything was as he was nibbling down her neck to her nipples.
 
She moaned as he rubbed his cock against her, pulling the gstring aside to expose her hairless puss, the lips pink and swollen and dripping with her desire. As his began to lick her breasts, she arched her back up.

"Yesssss," she whispered, "I love that!"

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he teased, and she ground her hips, wanting to feel him take her, knowing that thing was meant to be inside her.
 
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