AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
It all started out just as a bit of crazy fun, a one-night thing, but we both got so excited that we carried on. I had been going out with Frank for a month and we had just started having sex when he invited me to stay for the weekend. Of course I said yes straight away, two days and nights of rampant sex was something to look forward to.
We had dined out and returned to his flat for a nightcap and then it was off to bed. In the corner beside his wardrobe was one of those blow-up dolls.
"What's that?" I pointed with a giggle.
"Oh that's Ingrid," he laughed and I could see that he wasn't at all embarrassed for me to see it.
"Don't tell me you've actually used that," I giggled again.
"Sure," he admitted, "she's a good obedient girl, is my Ingrid."
"Well you don't need her anymore," I said, "you've got me."
"Tell you what," he laughed, "you can be my living doll."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You can be my Ingrid now," he said. "She doesn't move or speak but just let's me do anything I like to her."
"So that's how you want me then?" I said but something about the situation was warming my senses and made my pussy wet.
"Yeah," he said with a wicked smile.
"Okay, so what do I have to do then?" I asked.
"That's the whole point, Alice," he laughed, "you don't have to do anything. You just lay there and I do everything. But you have to be like a Barbie doll. I can move you around and you have to stay where I put you."
"Okay, so I just lie here shall I," I said and lay down on his big bed.
I let my body go limp and closed my eyes but I could hear my heart beating fast in my chest. It was curious for, in truth, I am normally a control freak and the thought of just letting go and allow someone else to take total control of my body was so exciting. It seemed like ages but it could only have been a matter of second before I felt is hands on me. First he rolled me over onto my side and I felt my dress zipper being pulled down. With some difficulty he proceeded to remove my dress and it was hard for me to remain still for I wanted to help him. At last he got it off me without ripping it, then he started on my underwear. My bra and knickers were comparatively easy to remove, and then I was naked.
It wasn't the first time I had been naked before him but before it was in the heat of our sexual frenzy, tonight it was different. He rolled me onto my back and then he stood there staring at me. I couldn't see him for I still had my eyes closed but I could feel his stare.
"Fucking gorgeous," he whispered to himself.
I'm lucky, born with good genes for I don't have to work at it to keep my body looking good. I may have a few pounds extra over the perfect weight but I've never had any complaints, far from it. Frank's verbal reaction was typical. Then the bed moved and I felt his hands move over my naked body. At first they were gentle as they roamed over me then he grabbed my ankles and roughly pulled my legs apart. Again I felt the bed move and I guessed that he was now kneeling between my spread thighs. It was sweet torment trying not to move or speak and it was getting worse. I felt his hands moving up and down on the inside of my thighs. I wanted to scream out for him to fuck me.
"Now remember, no moving. Just stay in the position I put you," he said.
Then I felt his weight on me and his cock slipped into me with ease. I was that wet.
"Lovely, sweet Ingrid," he whispered in my ear as he thrust gently into me.
I wanted to grind myself against him, to improve the friction between us, but I gritted my teeth and stayed still. Then he withdrew and before I could call out he had flipped me over and I fell on my front. Remembering just in time that I was a doll I stayed where I fell but soon he positioned me with my bum in the air and my thighs spread. Again he entered me but this time from the rear; I came almost immediately. Before my orgasm had subsided he once again had pulled out of me and he moved me so that he could get his cock into my mouth. I'd never been a fan of blowjobs but this was different. He moved his cock in and out of me so it became more a face fuck. As his orgasm built he fucked me harder until he forced his cock right to the back of my throat and he at last spurted. He pulled out and flopped beside me on the bed, his hands gently moving over my breasts. I had never come so hard in all my short life.
I lay there next to him as he slept and my mind was in a whirl. How could something so silly as pretending to be a fuck doll turn out to be so fucking exciting? But it had. I wanted to talk about it, hear his views, but that would have to wait until morning.
"Morning Alice," he said handing me a cup of tea.
"Morning," I replied.
"Thought we'd go out for a nice walk," he offered, "it's lovely out."
So after breakfast we drove to the river and then walked hand in hand along the towpath. We lunched in a waterside pub and then leisurely wandered back to the car.
Almost as soon as we were back home and I was sitting on the sofa...
"Right, my little Ingrid," he said.
He had called me Ingrid so I knew that I was supposed to be his little fuck doll again. He pushed me down flat and started working on my tight jeans. Because they were so tight, his getting them off also took my knickers too. He didn't bother to strip me any further but roughly pulled my legs apart and entered me. To my surprise I was already sopping and he slid in very easily. Within a few thrusts I could feel my orgasm building very quickly and then it washed over me. I didn't have to pretend to stay still after that for I didn't have the strength to move. He pulled out and stripped me completely and flipped me onto my front and entered me from behind. I couldn't believe it for again I could feel another orgasm building. It arrived just before he spurted inside me.
After that it was an on and off thing. We would go for months with just normal sex, which was more than satisfactory, but then over an occasional weekend he would call me Ingrid and I would turn into his fuck doll. When I was I had to stay still and not speak and I would let him do anything he liked to me. The very thought was enough to start my pussy dripping. Also, he started to want to play outside the safety of the house. Once we were driving along on a day out, he suddenly called me Ingrid, then he stopped the car to unbutton my top to expose my boobs. And even worse (or was it better) was yet to come.
He had invited an old friend around for dinner and after we had eaten we set about getting drunk.
"You know, Phil," he said drunkenly, "I have this blow up sex doll in my bedroom. Well Alice here has now taken her place. Haven't you Ingrid?"
At first I was horrified that he would tell someone else about our intimate secrets, then I came aware that my pussy was dripping. But then I remembered he had called me Ingrid so I had to become his Barbie doll.
"Let me show you," he said and he pushed me flat on the floor.
I wasn't wearing much that night, just small knickers under my dress, so soon I was naked before this stranger.
"Isn't she something," he bragged to his friend.
"Fucking right," Phil agreed.
With my eyes shut tight I had no idea who entered me first and I didn't care. I was well past that for my body was screaming out to be fucked; my first orgasm washed over me almost immediately.
"Your go, mate," said Frank so I now knew it was his hard cock that had brought me off so nicely.
I was entered again and I quickly had two more great orgasms.
They had finished with me for now. Frank hadn't called me Alice yet so I still had to lay there spread out naked on the lounge floor. Just as soon as they would recover, I was sure they would be wanting their fuck toy again. If you had said to me, even just a few short months ago, that I would be lying naked waiting for a couple of guys to recover so that they could start round two, I would have said that you were crazy, but now I knew I was Frank's one and only living doll, to be used any way he wanted, and I liked it that way.
THE END
