Further adventures of Emily and Mike, (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Ch. 1.
Mike had requested whether I would be happy to be a fuck doll for the night.
Not in the normal way with a party of thirty strangers and an ongoing gang bang, though that is where he got the idea, some of the stuff he reads!
This would be a role play between the two of us.
He liked the idea of me having to be completely un-responsive, not allowed to talk or cum even, while he did nasty things to me and treated me like an object.
I pointed out the obvious flaw in his idea.
As a middle age woman, leaving me lying around like a rag doll while he took a break to drink beer and watch porn would lead to a messy outcome.
Middle aged women have certain requirements.
Mike countered with the fact that we had the pussy pee vacuum device as invented by his mate K- for when I was in the crusher.
He could fix the PPV to the fuck doll after use. As the doll getting up from the floor or bed or asking to be un-tied so it could sneak into the bathroom, would for sure mess up the whole game.
Something about the way Mike referred to 'the Fuck Doll' and 'it', really turned me on and I agreed to give it a go asking what kind of Fuck Doll he would like.
This led to me slapping him around the head a few times while he tried to dodge, as he answered the doll should be like Barbie, with a tiny waste and super perky tits.
Mike is well aware my tits are older than him. This many years of gravity on large knockers like mine does not equal perky, which is probably why he likes tying my breasts so much, and why I like letting him.
Once we had recovered our breath from laughing, he said Fuck Doll should be sexy, a bit Goth, kind of worn looking with fishnets and a corset. He knows I like being tied really tight into a corset.
I asked, "So like Rocky Horror - ish?" and then had to explain the Rocky Horror Show to him, which really made me think education is sadly lacking in schools these days and made me feel super old.
Once the doll was decided on, we agreed to book at a top-class hotel (thick walls), and I said I would organize the back story.
We pretty much agreed the doll would somehow be left in the room, but Mike was happy to leave that to me as I have more imagination, or as he put it.
"I'm looking forward to finding what is pretty much a masturbation device in my room, I don't really care how it gets there."
Always so charming!
We met around lunchtime and hung out until check in at 2 pm, I told him to leave his bag right by the door so when he came back, he could pretend he had only just checked in.
Then I told him to go hunt up some beer or whatever and come back at 3.30 pm.
It was 3 pm, I had just finished hiding any evidence of my occupation of the room and was giving Fuck Doll a final mirror check, when my phone rang, it was Mike.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Doll how are you doing?"
"I'm pretty much ready, is everything okay?"
"Yea." His tone suggested that it wasn't.
"What is it, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong exactly, it's just I bumped into K-"
"Oh right, HEY K-" I yelled.
"Christ, now you burst my ear drum. She says Hi." I heard him turn aside.
"Sorry." I was sniggering.
"Yea whatever, okay so here's the thing. K- wants to come and see the Fuck Doll."
I didn't speak but my heart immediately stated racing.
K- had designed and seen me in the crusher but he had insisted on covering me so that I wasn't embarrassed.
It just was not possible to cover up the Fuck Doll, she was hanging out all over the place.
"You still there?" Mike demanded.
"Yea." My voice kind of squeaked out so I coughed and tried again, "Okaaaayy, so?"
"So?"
Christ, I thought, this man was no help.
"Do you want to let him come and see the doll?" I was whispering now and trembling a little, unsure if I was excited by this idea or scared.
"Well obviously yes, or I would have told him to fuck off and not bothered calling you!"
"Alright, you've taken me somewhat by surprise here, if a moment isn't too much to ask."
I heard him take a deep breath.
"Sorry, I'm a little over excited, I didn't mean to snarl at you."
"Not yet anyways."
Mike laughed, "Well no."
I took stock, it was excitement. I was frightened sure, but also excited by this idea and very wet.
"I assume you don't intend for him to pop in for five minutes?"
"Emily, we've been in the bar for the past half hour drinking shots and discussing how the rest of my afternoon and evening is going to go." Mike was talking quietly but I could hear the passion making his voice husky.
"We are both so hard we are having to stand at the bar. I have beer and porn and my best mate. If he comes, he stays till morning."
"Well, if you didn't insist on spraying your jeans on, you could sit at the bar."
He laughed.
"Can I have another minute please?"
"Sure, you take your time."
I heard K- in the background.
"She's uncomfortable, it's fine don't worry about it."
Then Mike's muffled reply.
"Look it's the last decision she'll be making today, give her time."
The last decision she will be making today, those words ripped such excitement through me.
I was going to be an object, just something to be used.
I was so aroused I had to concentrate on keeping my voice steady.
"Mike?"
"Yea."
"I have some conditions."
I could hear him grinning, "Okay, shoot."
"You need to make sure K- understands all my personal limits and the safe word, cramp signal etc."
"Sure, of course."
"You can't leave him alone with the doll."
"Absolutely."
"I don't want K's dick near my mouth or face and he's not to cum in my mouth or on my face."
"No worries."
"He can cum over me anywhere else."
"Oh Boy, hang on." I heard him high five K- and some whooping.
"Yep, that's fine, I mean great, excellent, Wow."
"It's completely up to you whether or not you allow K- to fuck the Fuck Doll."
"What? Oh Shit!" I heard Mike make a sound like he had been sucker punched, he just kept repeating 'Oh Shit' over and over.
"Mike, you okay?" no answer, "Mike?"
"Yea, yea sorry, I think I just came in my jeans."
"That's so gross, what are you twelve?"
He laughed a bit but then was serious.
