I’ve written this before and I’ll write again because this is what I want today. Fuckdoll story
He moved closer, his hand falling on her knee￼￼. Her mind scrambled for a moment and she lost her train of thought.
“You were saying?”
Was his voice deeper? She took a sip of her water, suddenly so hot sweat beaded on her upper lip. The water cooled her just enough she remember what she’d been saying.
“Yes, I don’t really get these girls who just turn into mindless idiots with men. No man has that capability and only stupid girls give in to that.”
He slid his hand up her thigh, just beneath her skirt, and she swallowed hard as that same hot wave washed over her. It was worse this time. She gulped down more water and was unbuttoning her blouse without thinking. Images of her on her knees sucking his cock flashed across her mind. She nearly choked the moan.
“I don’t think I’d call them stupid.” His hand inched up higher, until his forefinger just traced the line of her panties. “I think they’re giving into what they need.”
“They need? Who wants to be mindless and used?”
She’d parted her thighs somewhere along the way, letting her skirt bunch up. Her focus was split between the finger barely stroking her and the hidden thoughts surfacing.
“You want that, don’t you?” He was whispering that in her ear, his palm cupping her cunt.
He chuckled and she squeaked at the way it made her body hum. She didn’t want any of that. She wanted to be in control and and…
“No, you don’t want to think. You want to beg for it and to be at my mercy. You want to be used and filled over and over until your overflowing with it.”
Two fingers pressed against the gusset of her panties and her hips rocked forward. She couldn’t think about anything except his whispered words in her ears. Her mind empty, his hand around her throat, his cock stretching her cunt, her body brimming with come.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to turn you into a mindless girl, a stupid fuckdoll who begs for my cock.”
He pinched her nipple hard. When had she removed her clothes? It didn’t matter as long as he kept touching her.
“Do you want my cock, fuckdoll?”
She wanted it desperately. That was all she could think about, what his cock would taste like, feel like in her every hole.
“Yes.” She was breathless and needy. “Yes, please.”
“Show me how much you want that?”
Standing, she tried to think of what he’d want her to do. She couldn’t think though, not about anything important.
“What do you want me to do?” She stared at him, eager for direction.
“Oh, what a good girl you are. Bend over the table and show me my cunt.”
She draped herself over the table, parting her things, and lifting her hips so he could see all of her. She was wet and knew he’d like that, and she wanted to do whatever he liked.
His hand at the nape of her neck made her mind go blank. She wiggled, begging with her body for him. He smacked her ass twice and then her cunt, and she lifted her hips to take another.
“What are you?”
“A… I am your stupid fuckdoll.” The wet sound of his hand slapping against her cunt again filled the room. “Stupid fuckdoll.”
“Exactly. Just like you’ve always wanted to be.”
Her yes was cut off by his cock inching into her cunt. Her mind was emptied and now her body was being filled.
“We have to fill every hole because that’s what you need.”
“Yes. That’s what I need. Thank you.” She didn’t hear how even her voice changed, pitching higher.
With a hard thrust, he claimed his perfect little doll.