Carpenter Ken Loves Harlot Barbie

A coauthored story that turned out to be the final one I felt I've ever needed to write. First published over 3 years ago, although quickly withdrawn, I finally feel ready to publish again.

Thank you to "Beautiful Britons" for inspiration and a "Commonwealth Cutie" for the execution! The title says it all.

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Undies party, upstairs, ten minutes! Be there or be square ^_^

She found herself smiling hopefully as she hit send on the text. Thankfully, his reply dinged in before the stop light changed.

Bring it on, puss :P

Her smile changed to a full on grin as she tossed her phone onto the passenger seat. Yes, yes, yes! She fucking loved it when their playful moods lined up. Ok, there would be an inappropriately large amount of giggling, yes, but also the sex would be hot!

She successfully split her attention between the road and anticipation as she made the last few turns home. The serviceable cotton panties and bra she was currently wearing would do for a start, but more wardrobing ideas were already tumbling over and heating her blood.

Her mind went to some strange places. It was almost too bad that it hadn't rained in a while, she mused to herself. She had always wanted to have a bit of a muddy romp with him, but the yard was dry. Too bad, no mud crawl a la Shakira today.

Parking quickly, she belted out a loud, "Meow!" as she opened the door. Laughter filtering down from upstairs confirmed he was still game. Awesome!

She chugged down some water in the kitchen as she hastily kicked off her shoes and stripped down to her underwear. Throw pillows were scooped up off the couch on the way upstairs, only to find?

He had flopped down on his belly sideways on the bed, head resting on his arms and facing the doorway, naked except for his black briefs. "You're late, puss," he said, flexing and stretching a bit to show off his fine form.

"Guh," she said, dropping her ammo, drawn inexorably to move behind him and rub her face on the fabric covering his ass. She nuzzled her nose down his crack and sniffed appreciatively behind his balls.

Kneeling up, she put her hands on him, kneading his ass gently. "Unfair, unfair, ambushed by such a gorgeous peach. A ninja peach!" She said in mock outrage as he twisted up on an elbow to look back and smirk knowingly at her.

"Such a sneaky peach, all covered up and waiting for me like a shadow. But, vengeance will be mine!" She said dramatically, diving off the bed and spinning back with a throw pillow ready, only to find him better armed with a bigger bed pillow.

"It's on now!" She laughed, climbing back onto the bed and trying to land a one handed arc onto his ass.

What followed was an epic pillow battle that consisted less of pillow hits and more of giggling, tickling, her bra being taken off, and underwear being pulled down and back up repeatedly.

Finally, winded and with a handful of his brief covered crotch, she said, "I'll take your waving the flag here as a sign of surrender. I win." She blew the hair back off her face and collapsed next to him, leaving her hand cupping his semi erection and balls.

"Yes, yes, all my peach empire is forfeit to you. Whatever shall you do with me?" He panted out, laughing and sounding hopeful at the same time. He thoughtfully grabbed a bed pillow and maneuvered it under their heads.

"Aw, baby," she said, cozying up to rub her body against his side before pushing up to kneel over him. She brushed her lips against his and murmured looking into his eyes, "I'm feeling a bit bossy. Want to follow my lead?"

"I think I could find it in me to comply," he understated, letting his body language be the confirmation she needed. She pressed him down into the bed and kissed him thoroughly, lacing their fingers together and pushing their joined hands up and under the pillow.

Easing out of their kiss, she said, "Hands stay there, please, under the pillow." She withdrew her hands and sat back to stroke down his chest, admiring and smiling. She was going to make him feel so good? When she was good and ready!

"Stay," she said, mock sternly, before heading over to her toy drawer to get their favorite plugs and the lube. Unceremoniously stripping her panties and arranging herself ass up and facing him, she directed "Ok, you can sit up and put it in me."

"Yes, princess puss," he sassed but complied, clicking open the cap on the lube but then closing it again. Worried, she looked back but put her head back down when she saw him scootching closer and palming her hips. Relaxing in anticipation, she felt his fingers spread her before his warm breath hit her asshole.

"Ooo, initiative, this princess likes that, good," she moaned out. His kisses and thorough rimming made her melt, and when he finally did put the plug into her, it slid right in and she sighed out serenely.

"You're dripping, princess," his gently sardonic observation brought her back, and she cleared her throat as she sat up.

"Ahem, yes, well done, captive, excellent work," she said, "but now we'll need to get you properly attired!" She got up, loving how the plug shifted in her ass, and selected a frilly pair of panties in a light blue from the drawer. There were ruffles on the bum.

As she approached the bed, she showed them to him, back and front. "Now now, no protesting. These panties are far more suited to you. On your back now, hands back under the pillow, good boy."

A thrill went down her spine as she watched him comply, looking so edible with a bulge in those black briefs that contrasted so nicely with his skin.

She made herself pause while he settled again, before stroking the back of her hand firmly down his side. "You've done so well, gorgeous thing, eating me out. You deserve a reward!" She hammed it up a little, but he was right with her, huffing out a chuckle but staying put.

"First, the ninja duds have got to go. Hips up," she encouraged, carefully guiding his briefs over his groin and down his legs. She leaned in close to his crotch to whisper, "Hush now, I'll have you right and cozy soon."

She pecked a kiss onto the tip of his erection and licked to taste, making him give a startled groan when his cock jerked. His hips gave a little pump and then he took an audible breath and relaxed again. Looking back up his body to his face, she smirked at him, "Well, he is a very, very good one, isn't he? Definitely ready for this reward I'm dying to give him? hold your knees, babe."

She pushed his legs firmly up until he took hold and said, "That's it, let me give it to you." She continued, mumbling against his skin as she kissed and licked down his thigh to behind his balls to his hole. "Stay still now, you're so good, spread for me, more, yes, more?"

After a few minutes, she was absolutely done with teasing and he was panting. She sat up and met his eye, knowing she looked wild, flushed and cheeks shiny with spit. "I'm going to plug your fine hole now. Any last words?"

"Please now!"

"Yes, you're welcome," she said triumphantly, hastily lubing the plug.

"Yes," she hissed out, eyes locked on his twitching cock as she gently maneuvered the plug in, letting his ass pull the narrow neck in once past the widest part. He let go of his knees, pushing his hands back under the pillow, to her fierce and startled delight.

"Fucking hell, you gorgeous man, you are going to get it now." She moved to kneel over him again and held his face between her hands, saying, "I've got just what you deserve, doing just what I asked of you."

She kissed him, or rather she fucked his mouth with her tongue, taking perverse enjoyment in the shared scents and flavors of their respective rim jobs. Still not letting go of his face, she purred to him, "Baby, you're so good, taking all my bossy commands and everything I've given you. I'm going to tell you what's going to happen next though, honey, are you listening?"

At his nod, she continued, "You're going to wear the panties, uh uh!" She put a finger against his lips. "Sshhh, no, no protests allowed, you have to wear the panties, just like I told you." She felt his hips jerk under her and smiled. "And, honey, you're going to come in those panties while you hump my pussy. Right now!"

"God yes," he blurted out as she was already wiggling down to guide the panties up his legs and, with his assistance, over his cock. She congratulated herself on choosing an appropriately stretchy pair for half a second before sliding a leg between his and reaching up to kiss and hold him as they laid side by side. She handled him firmly, grabbing his ass and grinding against him.

As he gripped her tighter and frotted against her harder, she broke away from kissing him to tell him, "We're going to lick all your come out of those panties, baby."

That was enough and he groaned his orgasm out against her neck, clutching her ass to pull her hard against his spasaming cock.

Her only thought as she stroked the fine hair at the base of his neck and basked in her banked arousal was that he fucked like a dream, a really, really good one.

She was distracted all of the next day at the office with memories of the previous evening's intensity. She actually found herself blushing as she remembered the tastes they had shared and of the feeling of his mouth on her neck when he tried to give her a hickey. Just as well she had pulled him to her breast in time to let him suckle there instead. She sneakily pulled out the neckline of her blouse so she could see the faint mark he had left there. Her pussy quivered. She wanted more and began to plan for the coming weekend.

Saturday now, and she was putting the finishing touches on her make up while she mentally reviews her checklist. Strategically applied dabs of perfume, check. Suspenders and stockings, check. Silky panties over top, check. Flirty pencil skirt with the two way zips on both sides, check. No bra and light top, check. Teeth and hair brushed, check. Make up now done... she just needs to slip into her heels and she's ready.

It's a little warm in the workshop and she's glad of the cold water she brought for both of them. "Break time," she calls cheerfully, seeing him at his bench with a pencil tucked behind his ear.

She can nearly feel his eyes moving over her as she walks over. She takes her time crossing the room and is delighted that he's clearly watching her breasts move freely under her shirt.

Deciding to be bold, she wraps her arms around his neck, resting the cool condensation covered bottle on the back of his neck. She can't keep from smiling a cheeky grin up at him but somehow refrains from brushing her front against him.

Knowing he'll notice and likely tease her for it, she takes a little sniff to catch the scents that she's been looking forward to all day, wood and industrious man. She's so ready to play.

She wonders what his reaction was when he found the toolbox that she had so carefully stocked, along with her note that had simply said "See you at 4."

He stood stunned as she glided apparently effortlessly into the workshop on her killer heels. Who was this siren? The usual black on black utilitarian clothing had disappeared and been replaced by a wanton looking colorful pencil skirt with a light jersey top that stretched so invitingly over her obviously erect nipples as she moved toward his workbench. Then there was the makeup.... slutty did not properly describe it. Panda eyes, dark red lipstick and lush red nails.

He had wondered why she had put a Barbie doll in his toolbox with the note stuck to it before she went to the mall earlier that afternoon,. It had been fun the other night and after the thoroughly good fucking they had reminisced about how much fun they used to have when they were dating when he would try and finger her under her skirt in public places like the local diner, feeling her panties and nylons and how that had led him to wear hers for the first time. The thought of it had made him so randy he had tried to give her that hickey. Obviously the memories had been working for her as well.

As he let his gaze move down her body, after he managed to tear his eyes away from her nipples, he noticed the slight bump of suspender clasps under the material of her skirt.

The cool of the water bottle on his neck and the subtle perfume she wore aroused him even more, but he pushed her away instead of caressing her breasts so he could admire the costuming fully again. After savoring the view for a short time he suddenly reached forward and grasped her by the waist lifting her to sit on his bench in one fluid movement. She grasped his arms in surprise at the move but enjoyed the feel of his arm muscles rippling as he lifted her.

The material of the pencil skirt was restrictive and now pulled very tightly over her legs as she sat there, he looked down at her thighs and could now make out the line of the stocking welts underneath the material as well as the garter clasps. He wanted to see more. He slid the zips up on each side of the skirt so he could spread her legs wide and bring the stockings tops into full view. It was only then he also saw the panties. They were just like the nylon ones with just a little bit of embroidery he used to admire on the girls in the old pinup magazines. As an added bonus he could see her shaved pussy lips through the see through front panel.

"What were you doing at the mall?" he asked.

"Barbie school." she answered.

He knew he was going to disappoint her. She looked so damn hot sitting there with her stockinged legs spread wide. She was clearly turned on herself after spending all morning getting transformed, the crotch of her panties were quite damp already.

She had put some other toys in the toolbox along with the doll. There was a camera, some ribbon, a box of tissues, a dice and a banana. He had been anticipating some exciting games to come but he didn't expect the chrysalis to transform into such beauty that affected him now so deeply.

He didn't want to play now, he just had an urge to hold her and have a good old fashioned soggy fuck. He wanted to come deep inside her. He led her out of the workshop to the bedroom.

She could not stop the feeling of glee that came over her when she realized how much she had underestimated the effectiveness of her efforts. Absolutely no need for the foreplay games she had stocked into the toolbox. Next time.

Leaving the sticky warmth of the workshop behind was also a relief. She'd been starting to feel humid in all the wrong places, like behind her knees, trapped in the gorgeous stockings which she had absolutely no intention of removing. And, she had been a bit worried about how they'd get on with all the hard surfaces.

They soon arrived at the bedroom and she wasted no time getting her skirt the rest of the way off, coaxing him down to kneel on the soft rug in front of her. "Please, oh please, kiss me?"

She couldn't resist holding his head and grinding against him a bit when he greedily lapped at the wet spot on her panties. Her high heels put her at a better height, she noted with even more delight, promising to herself to wear them often.

"God, I love being a Barbie," she moaned. "But please, won't you please take off my panties?"

He hardly lifted his mouth off of her as he dragged the panties down, skimming his hands down her stockings. He stopped short of taking them off, leaving them around her ankles. The naughtiness of it made her cunt pulse.

I'm Harlot Barbie, you know," she said, stretching her arms up and primping her hair. "The shoes and stockings and belt are molded and painted on. They don't come off. Everything else though... well, maybe you ought to check, Carpenter Ken?"

Carpenter Ken was delighted to pay tribute to Harlot Barbie's perfect pussy. The Harlot chrysalis transformation was so much more than mere makeup, a dress and lingerie.

Here was a wanton woman emerging and discovering her new found powers. Ken enjoyed the dominant way she forced his face into her crotch but with the sweet playfulness of a 'please oh please' request. It was such a short time ago that she had found the whole oral thing almost distasteful. Now she was wallowing in the heady sensations of forcing his tongue onto her clit and into her pussy.

Her dampness had increased, her natural juices were filling her vagina and seeping out. Ken tongued them and swallowed, savouring their tastes and aroma. He wanted to lap up as much as he could but Barbie pushed him away and sat down on the mattress while he was still kneeling before her on the carpet.

His erection twitched as her legs parted and her thoroughly wet cunt opened wide before him. He shuffled forward on his knees and the head of his twitching cock touched her clit. Her cunt muscles pulsed and a stream of cream was pushed from her pussy. He lowered his cock to enter her and it slid straight into her soggy wet cunt without effort. He pumped it in and out a few times.

She had a whole spiel ready to go. She had been planning to deliver it, teasingly, as she laid back on the bed and wriggled around enticingly before spreading her legs.

She had even written it out, brainstorming to try to tickle some of his fantasies too. She had practiced with her notes, out loud in front of the mirror while she straightened her hair.

"Now the outside matches the inside, don't you think? Heels that whisper slutty wet pussy needs cock. Mascara that shouts I like it from behind. Lipstick that says you want these lips on you."

She had paused while the iron reheated and frowned a little at her halting delivery. But, she knew it would flow better when he was looking at her, be easier to talk dirty about whatever feature he was focused on.

"I bought a matching set in your size," she had continued more smoothly, more confident in her ability to deliver this shared fantasy even as she divided her attention so as not to singe her hair. "We're going to get waxed and put our panties and stockings on. And then we're going to get horizontal and make out and have sex with our legs!"

That had sent her into an absolute fit of giggles that had her throwing down the iron in mock disgust and sticking out her tongue at herself in the mirror. Her brain pretty much melted whenever she thought about the sensual delight of rubbing their smooth and stockinged legs together, so "leg sex" was the hilariously pathetic best she could manage. He'd probably understand, or be melty too. All good.

Ironically, when it came time to deliver her carefully crafted dirty talk, she was rendered mute by the intensity of their play. It seemed that time warped so that as soon as her thighs parted, his cock head was against her and then sliding relentlessly into her aching cunt. The involuntary pulsing of her cunt took her breath away.

She didn't think she'd ever been so wet as when she surrendered to him on the bed. Her body was so in sync with all the filthy sexy dirty thoughts she'd been entertaining today, uncensored for once. As he pumped his cock in her, she felt deliriously wanton, elated at achieving this carefree arousal. She could feel her whole body rocking bonelessly with his thrusts.

She could not stop herself from moving her hands to fondle her tits through her shirt. I look amazing, she thought to herself when she heard him curse and saw him focus on the way she pinched up her nipples.

Her next thought surprised her but also did not. His desires were just the excuse she had needed to give in to what she herself had wanted. Time to embrace the part she had dressed for. He would want her to.

"Hey," she said breathily, all artifice gone. "Put your mouth on my slut hole again please? Suck some slick out of me, I'm too sloppy to feel your cock."

Her dirty talk was turning him on even more now. His senses were being torn in so many different directions at once and his mind didn't know what to think. His body was caught in a Harlot's web and he was unable to think or control it.