The Real Real Doll Ch. 03

Thankfully, the damn box I'd been stuffed into is climate controlled, lest Mr. Williams have a real DEAD doll on his hands. What is taking so long?? Delivery was made hours ago.

Several hours are a long time to think about what I've released into motion. It's a long time to be lying naked in a box, questioning my sanity and too fucking long since I moved my legs.

Finally, the lid started to open.

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I had been holding my breath as the lid slide away, revealing the form below. Exhaling now, my eyes focused on the creature before me.

Remember...she's not real. She's not real.

She was exquisite...from her toes, long legs, trimmed bush, flat belly, rounded hips, luscious globes, reddish brown nipples, to her willowy neck, elongated arms with graceful looking fingers, porcelain skin, and a sprinkling of tiny freckles. She looked as if asleep. Her lids closed; inch long feathery lashes rested on her cheeks. Her face oval with a pert nose and full mouth. Her hair a corona of chestnut fire framing her beautiful features. A medieval princess.

With trembling fingers, I touched the tip of her toe, expecting her to jump or move somehow. I glided my way down the top of her foot to her sleek calf. Her skin was warm. Her skin was buttery soft.

I couldn't resist. I touched my nose to her thigh, smelling her scent. She did have a scent and it didn't smell of oil and metal shavings. She smelled earthy, of lavender and patchouli and something darker...something distinctly female.

My fingers stroked over her thighs, past her mysterious v, to her belly. I mapped her curves with each caress.

Her breasts were delightful. Delicious, in fact. My tongue hovered above her left areola, testing the air. I licked around the outer ring, aware of how perverse I must look. The nipple hardened.

Hmm, I hadn't turned her on yet, yet she was turned on. Maybe I wouldn't activate her at all. As with Sleeping Beauty, it would take a kiss from me to awaken her. Maybe I would let her stay as she was in her box? I couldn't possibly do that. I couldn't possibly pay the astronomical price for a real companion, and then not utilize all her programming. I may be daft in relationships, but my business acumen would surely intercede with this decision.

Again, I looked into her face. Her lips full and tempting, even in this inanimate state. My thumb traced over her bottom lip; soft and supple.

My face hovered only inches above hers. I wanted to memorize every facet of her. Once she awoke, the illusion of perfection would most likely disappear. Such was the case with most of the women in my life previously. Ulterior motives surfacing after the initial "honeymoon" phase.

Remember...she isn't real. She isn't real.

I grabbed the watery glass off the end table and slugged back the diluted Scotch and slammed it on the table. Swiftly, I dove my hand into her hair, pulled her head up and kissed her. It was as if life breathed into her as our lips collided. Her eyes opened, her lips parted, like electricity was coursing through her. I released her hair and looked into her eyes.

"Mr. Williams, I presume?"

"Hello, Victoria"

"How may I serve you sir?"

The chemical synapses in my brain fired with brilliant speed. Indeed, how may you serve me?

"Please get out of the box so that I may examine you more closely."

She held out her hand for me to help her sit up. She never took her vibrant green eyes off of me. Letting her legs dangle over the side, she nimbly pounced to the floor.

The detail of her body was amazing - sculpted form, flowing hair, heart-shaped ass. Her movements as well - fluid, more human than human.

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Lying in the box, I had thought he would fuck me even before turning me on. I was curious how that would go. I would have to appear lifeless and be perfectly immobile. A dead fuck. He must have had a girlfriend or two in the past who he'd already had that particular type of sexual encounter with, because he woke me up.

It was comical how he was looking at me now. Like he truly wanted to strap on a pith helmet, grab a compass and flashlight and explore every inch of me. This was going to be brilliant!

Keeping up the charade of being silicone was obviously going to be difficult. It helped that he had no experience with real dolls to know that some of my "programming" was in fact, aftermarket.

The anticipation of this moment, his boyish enthusiasm, and his earlier skin stroking/nipple teasing had me aroused. He was taking his time exploring my bells and whistles. His fingers danced over my naked body, plowed through my hair, stroked the curve of my neck, and hefted each breast as if testing for ripeness.

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He stood back from me finally, eyes never leaving my body.

"Undress me," he ordered.

"Very well, sir"

He was wearing a shirt and tie, slacks and a very expensive pair of Italian shoes. I stepped closer to him and reached for his tie. My eyes watching his. I very carefully loosed the knot. His hands fidgeted at his side, like he was unsure what to do with them. I continued with the tie until it was free, then laid it on the bed. I moved behind him then. He looked at me questioningly.

I embraced his back as my fingers slipped around his chest and to the collar of his shirt; my nipples poked against him invitingly. Very slowly, I unbuttoned the top button. I deliberately took my time with each button until his shirt was finally open. Grasping the collar, I pulled his shirt down his back and exposed his shoulders without completely removing it. I then moved in front of him again.

After I unbuckled his belt, unfastened the closure and slide the zipper down, his slacks fell to his knees and bunched up. He was wearing grey silk boxers. Obvious wetness stained the front.

I let my nails feather tickle his abs as I reached for the waist band of his underwear. He was looking intently at my mouth, forming an O with his own without realizing he was mimicking what he craved. I inched the silk down, until just the head of his cock emerged. It was beautiful. An angry purplish-red with clear fluid leaking from its eye. He trembled at the sudden exposure of air. I gradually unveiled the rest of his member, as I slipped the material the down his thighs to meet up with his slacks.

Since he was undressed, though technically not completely, I got on my knees in a submissive pose. My mouth directly in front of his twitching dick. I looked up at him and smiled. His breath quickened.

"Suck me."

"As you wish."

Our eyes locked. I had anticipated this moment for hours, days, weeks actually, and it was finally here. My mouth salivated as my lips hovered over the tip of his shaft. I smiled at the idol before me and reveled in the knowledge that this beautiful instrument of pleasure would soon be splitting each of my entrances in turn. I ached to have him. The evidence of my arousal glistened on my thighs.

My lips parted to nestle the head of his cock inside my mouth. He gasped and instinctively tried to slide himself further into my recess. I wanted this to last. I wanted to take him to the brink and back as many times as humanly possible before he released his load.

With one hand, I held his body away so that I could dictate the level of penetration. The other hand I slide between his thighs and cradled his balls. My tongue found the crown and swirled wetly around it. I eased more of the shaft in my mouth, lubricating then pulling back to the head.

He was groaning as he tried to thrust further than I was ready to allow. His hand managed to find my neck and he curled his fingers into my hair, tugging gently. His other hand wandered down my chest and found my dangling orb. He distractedly squeezed and released my nipple.

I continued to suck and swirl the head, agonizingly slowly. He panted as I tugged at his delicate sac.

"Let me fuck your mouth!" he said through clenched teeth.

Hmm, already the petulant child.

Instead of holding him back, I pulled him towards me. I relaxed my jaw as his entire length slide into my mouth and nudged my throat. Clutching him there, I moaned around his shaft, letting the vibrations tantalize him further. His body trembled and tensed as though he were going to spurt. I stopped moving until he relaxed a bit.

My lips suctioned tightly as I pulled back to the tip and then swallowed him again. As my pace quickened, so did his frantic thrusts. My plan to ebb and flow his cock all evening seemed to be vanishing. His urgency was more than I had anticipated.

I began mouth fucking him in earnest; my lips firmly suctioning his shaft as his frenzied cock plunged headlong towards flash point. I briefly wondered if he planned on cumming in my mouth or on my face or in my hair. I wanted to taste his cum.

My answer arrived quickly. His hips bucked wildly and his grip on my hair tightened as he gasped and announced he was about to cum. Another long stroke, and he deluged the back of my throat as he released what seemed to be months of pent up desire. I swallowed each stream until he trembled and was finally spent.

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I hadn't planned on cumming so fucking quickly. The anxiety of her arrival and intensity of her presence and availability spurred me to a galloping climax. Jesus, I'm like a teenager. For someone known for his control and poise, I certainly have turned into a quivering mass of confusion.

Get it together man. You bought her so that you could bypass human interaction, remember? You don't have to worry about her needs, thoughts, feelings, desires, criticisms, or cynicisms. You don't have to worry about embarrassing yourself.

She's not real, remember?