Doll For Pay

Author's Note: Dear readers, this is a quick flash erotica (around 1.3 k words). Please read the tags before you continue. If you're not a fan of very short stories, please look elsewhere.

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I nervously knock on the massive oak door of my new employer's mansion. I really need money right now, and I'm lucky to find such a well-paying easy job. All I have to do is pretend I'm a living doll. I'm not supposed to speak to my employer. No matter what he does to me.

"Please follow me," the maid who answered the door says. I follow the maid in silence, leading me into a room filled with exquisitely crafted dolls and a miniature doll house. And a large vintage bed. "Please wear this. It's your costume." I frown and look down at the frilly dress she's handed me.

"The master will be here soon," she says with an eerie smile. She then leaves me alone in the room and I hear the door close behind her. Footsteps echo down the hall and I shudder as I realize this might have been a bad idea.

I sit on a chair until an older gentleman enters the room. He looks like a rich man, wearing a suit and tie. His gray hair is slicked back and his face has some wrinkles around his eyes. He doesn't look that old though. Maybe 50? I remind myself that I need to act like a doll and stay silent, no matter how creepy it may seem.

He sits across from me in another chair. Then he leans forward so we're at eye level. He starts caressing my hair. I don't say anything because I'm now a living doll.

"You are a beautiful young woman," he tells me. "I can tell you want to please men."

I keep still, letting him play with my hair. My throat feels tight, but I know I have to remain calm for my paycheck.

He slowly undresses me. He unbuttons my dress and pulls off my bra. He takes off my panties too. Now I am naked before him, except for my stockings.

"What a pretty young woman," he tells me. I don't reply, I just stare straight ahead.

Then he kneels in front of me and puts his hand between my legs. He rubs my pussy through my stockings. I try to ignore the feeling of his fingers against my clit. I feel weirdly aroused by this stranger's touch.

"Let me see if you're wet enough," he tells me. I watch his hand slide up and down my slit. I'm tempted to moan, but I can't. I don't want to get fired. I really need this money.

"Good girl," he says. "You'll make lots of money tonight."

He stands up again and walks over to a table where there's a huge dildo. It's made out of rubber or something, and it's very long. He picks it up and pushes it inside me. It goes deep inside me and fills me up. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but I keep quiet.

He begins fucking me with the toy. He thrusts it fast and hard. I almost let out a muffled moan each time he hits bottom. As much as I hate it, I love being fucked by this big fake dick. It makes me feel good.

"That's a nice tight little cunt!" he tells me. "I bet you'd be a great fuck, my little doll."

I have to bite my lips to not moan louder than I already did. I try to think about other things while he pumps away. This was such a stupid job. Why would anyone hire someone to pretend to be a sex doll? But then I remember I needed this job. And maybe I could use a break from working multiple shifts.

When he finishes fucking me, he throws the dildo aside and kisses me. I don't respond to him, though. He keeps kissing me until he gets bored with it. Then he jerks himself off onto my face. I'm not sure why I manage not to move or make a sound. It seems like the most natural thing to let him cum on my face. After he shoots his load, he wipes his cock on my mouth. I swallow his semen without thinking. I hope this doesn't count as moving.

He smiles at me and carries me to the large canopy bed. I lie down on it and he lays on top of me. He grabs my breasts and squeezes them.

"It's time for me to take care of you," he tells me, palming my tits. I don't resist.

He takes off my panties and slides two fingers into my pussy. I feel so full after he fucked me. I can barely breathe. I can't even close my eyes because I'm supposed to be a doll. I lay there silently trying to enjoy the sensations while he fucks me.

I can't help but moan a little when he slams his cock into me. But he doesn't seem to mind. Maybe he didn't hear it. I just lie there on the bed, taking his cock in and out of my pussy. Even though part of me wants him to stop, I also wish he'd never stop.

After a few minutes, he pulls out of me. I shiver as I feel the empty space inside me. I wonder if I should ask him to put his cock back in me. But I'm not sure how to do that without saying anything or moving.

"You're such a good doll, aren't you?" he asks. "You've done such a good job today."

I stare at him, not sure if I'm allowed to nod now.

"I'm going to reward you," he tells me. "Just one more thing I need to do before you leave here.

I sigh in my mind. What else can happen to me? I just lie there, wide-eyed when he grabs one of my stockinged leg and yanks it towards him. I imagine what he might do next, but I'm not allowed to speak. So I just lie there, waiting for whatever comes next.

He tears open the seam of my stocking and pulls it off. Then he grabs both my stockings and rips them off.

He begins licking my foot, starting at the toes. He sucks on my heel, making me squirm. When he reaches my ankle, he bites it. I shudder at the pain, but I don't say anything.

He moves up my leg, stopping every once in a while to go back and suck on my toes or bite my flesh while he jerks off his cock in his other hand. My pussy is throbbing. It feels so empty right now.

But then he stops sucking on my feet. He looks up at me and smiles. He begins grinding his cock on my foot. The sensation overwhelms me. I can't hold still anymore. He cums on my foot, covering it in his sticky white fluid.

"You did well, my little doll," he tells me. "You were a perfect baby doll today." I see him put an envelope on the side — I'm relieved that I'm getting paid. Then he leaves the room. I wait for a while, in case he comes back. But he doesn't return, so I decide to get dressed and head home. As I dress myself, I feel like all the dolls in the rooms are staring at me. And they probably are. They know exactly what I was doing. That I'm not really a doll.

I freeze when I hear something like a murmur coming from one of the dolls. I walk toward the voice, trying to figure out where it came from. I think it came from a large, masked doll in the corner of the room.

I look around the room again. Something isn't right.

"Mmmm."

Now I'm quite sure I haven't imagined it. I grab the envelope and bolt out the door. I even bump into the maid who gives me an odd look, but I don't care. I'm out of here.

But I know for sure I'll never take similar jobs again. Because now I know what real dolls do.

The End