For Rent

Rent-A-Dolly

For rent: 1 slightly/ moderately used life-sized dolly for rent to honest men of all legal ages. Interview appointments available every 1/4hour, Fridays only. I.D. Check necessary for entry, contact porter for additional information.

So, yeah... I was renting myself out as a doll. A toy. A usable object. And I could hardly wait. The only price for rental was a condom, but the concept was the same.

With my petite size (only 5'1) and pixie-like (sharp cheekbones and catlike green eyes) features, I wasn't exactly hard up for getting dates, but dating was time-consuming and, in my opinion, dull. Yeah, I could find a decent bed buddy, but eventually they all wanted more of Me, less of my body. Being pounded into the mattress was far better than dinner and a movie.

My deeper profile on the swinger site gave a very clear idea of the rules, what was preferred from my renters, and what they could expect from me. As long as they were legal, age didn't matter. Neither did looks, race, profession or body type. Dolls wouldn't care about any of that.

Renters must leave majority of clothing on, unless otherwise negotiated.

Renters must leave the lights off, door completely closed.

Renters must wear condom, no exceptions.

When first arriving, renters must squeeze Doll's hand and wait for a double-squeeze in return before use.

Renters can expect Doll to be blindfolded, silent and still.

Renters must not damage the doll in any way.

Renters are encouraged to use the doll as needed, then leave in a timely manner.

Renters are encouraged to remember Dolls are merely toys and have no needs to be met, and should not achieve orgasm.

Dolls can be posed somewhat, but only through physical actions, not words.

Toys cannot be easily harmed with rough usage, though caution is encouraged.

And the night finally began.

I heard a slight rattle at the motel door and shivered. Someone was removing the Do not Disturb card from the knob with its hidden key card taped to the back. Let the games begin.

The door opened and shut, giving the dim room only a faint glow before dropping back into dark. But I knew what he'd seen as his breath caught and then shakily rushed back out. I was face-down on the bare sheets, my loose baby-doll dress hiking up a little in the back, showing just a bit of my pert ass and slender legs. My long hair was clipped back in a bow behind my head, missing the straps holding my blindfold mask tight to my face without hooding me entirely. I fought to stay still as he strode over, bumping my foot, and then his hands were tentatively sliding over my ass, before trailing up my back, along my shoulder, down my arm to squeeze my hand. I squeezed back twice, and it was game on.

He said nothing, only shuddering out another breath and began undoing his pants.

This is what I needed. My slick shaved pussy gave a little flutter of anticipation as he nudged my thighs wide and stepped between. The sound of a zipper, rustle of clothing, a crinkle of a wrapper, condom on, a slide of hands over my ass spreading my cheeks before a tentative nudge of heat and the cold zipper rubbing a bit near my thigh. One shove forward with a grunt and he was in. He muttered a curse, shifting his hips, a hand yanking my hips back backard and up and he drove in again, harder and a little deeper.

He wasn't large, by any means, in length or width and I knew I wouldn't be getting off without some extra stimulation, but I didn't Want to come. I just wanted to be used, be filled and discarded. For now, my only purpose was a quick convenient hole. He finally got a rhythm going, the head of his cock brushing by my g-spot teasingly again and again while he panted behind me. It ended almost without warning, a stutter, then a final thrust that he held while he groaned.

Less than a minute later, he was striding out again, leaving me empty and unfulfilled, my dress hiked up. And the room was silent once more. I felt a buzz under my pillow and lifted my mask a bit to check the incoming text.

"So how was it?" Miriam asked. Two doors down, my safety buddy (and porter) watched the hidden camera feed. My hands shook a little in reply.

"SO fucking good."

I tucked the my phone back under my pillow, readjusted my hood and tiny dress, and stretched out once more to wait.

I didn't have to wait long. The next visitor let himself in with the hidden key and was much slower to close the door, looking his fill. Hand squeeze, pants barely down, condom on, shove in. As rigorous as the first guy had been, this one was almost gentle, his pace deep and slow, like an attentive lover. It wasn't what I wanted, wasn't what I craved, and I squirmed a bit unhappy but silent. I was just the cunt meant to get them off. What I wanted didn't matter. He readjusted my hips, pumped a little faster, then paused briefly to nudge my thighs wider still before before a hand shoved down between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress and his next thrust was just right, raking over my gspot and slamming into my cervix.

My breath went out in a rush, and possibly a small whimper too, and then he found a rhythm that left my head spinning and my cunt soaking wet. I could feel an orgasm building, a deep ache tightening and even my neglected clit tingling in anticipation, even as I silently sobbed in regret. I didn't want to come! I hadn't earned it yet! As if he'd heard me, he yanked out suddenly, sweaty belly peeling away from my ass and leaving my cunt empty and quivering. A small wet noise and then he groaned, deep and long and I felt he warm wetness of his come splash onto my ass. Without a word, he zipped up and was gone, returning the do not disturb sign with its hidden key rattling against the door as it shut.

I was trembling hard, so close to coming that I didn't trust myself to move yet, breathed deep and slow until I relaxed enough to grab a towel from the edge of the bed to wipe my ass off, and fish my water bottle out to drink deeply., giving a clear A-Ok hand sign in the direction of the hidden camera by the window.

I didn't know how many 'appointments ' I had tonight, but was surely at least 10. I knew nothing about any of them except that they all had positive reviews from the swinger site from at least 2 people who'd met them in person. Still, having a safety buddy was just smart, and she reviewed my choices for me, leaving me completely in the dark on specifics.

A rattle at the door once again, a pause and heavy breathing, door closing a little hard. I could smell this one clearly, stale cigarettes and dirt and cut grass, unwashed and sour sweat. A bit of me was revolted he hadn't showered, but my pussy leaked a bit at the thought of rough, careless fucking from a slob. Thick calluses on thick fingers when he squeezed my hand, cigarette breath on my ear as he pulled away, unbuckled, unzipped, condom slicking on, nudging at my entrance and I could feel the hefty weight of him against my back. Not just a sweaty slob but a fat one. He grunted like an animal, his weight pressing me down into the sheets and rutted inexpertly into me while he groped for my small breasts beneath me, pinching my nipples too hard until he finally came, still pumping hard right through his orgasm until his limp dick slid out, spent.

He shuffled out a minute later, and the door had barely closed before opening again with a mutter. I didn't even have time to wipe down before he was spqueezing my hand, 3 times instead of 1. Finally, someone would use my ass.

I was quick to respond and glad to feel cool damp lube splash over my hole just before probing fingers worked in, testing my looseness. Since I'd spent the full day with a wide plug in before getting to the motel, I was plenty loose enough. He slicked up another finger and stretched me just a bit more. And then I knew why.

His dick was huge. It would've been a tight fit even in my pussy, but it felt like a mammoth fist, and I squirmed uncertainly. He stilled instantly, a hand soothing down my hip, and then lifting me to my knees off the cushioned pillows stacked under my pelvis. My ass felt better instantly, the burn and stretch subsiding. He shifted me a bit more, knees wider, hips tilting up, my face and chest flat to the sheets.

He began rocking in, little by little, filling me impossibly full, so fucking full my brain and body both quieted, sinking into the sensation. A minute or an hour later, his hips were flush with mine. Even with my needy cunt wet and empty, I'd never felt so contentedly full. He tugged my head up and back by my hair, lifting me off the bed and literally sitting me on his cock, my legs spread wide and head limp back against his shoulder.

I sighed quietly as he began a rocking lift with his hips, fucking up into me, so deep and hard I could feel it in my belly. His breath was hot and labored on my neck, his movements slowly speeding up until he dropped my torso back down to the sheets for leverage. His thrusts were starting to hurt, less like fucking and more like raping, pinned me down by my neck, slammed home hard enough to bring tears to my eyes and a small pained whimper.

"Yeah, you'll fucking take it," he rasped, then shuddered and groaned loudly, dick twitching hard in my aching ass. I thought maybe I was trembling, but couldn't tell past the white noise my head was wrapped in. He pulled out carefully, hands sothing my ass cheeks even as he zipped up. I felt a finger, strangely, glide over my lips and the door shut quietly behind him.

I gave a limp wave toward the camera, a sign I needed a quick break. A moment later I hobbled to the toilet, did my business, and used a cool cloth to wipe my soaking pussy a bit, but left that trace of lube still dribbling from my crack, loving the slippery feel. I had a wild crazy hope the condom had broken, that he'd left his stain deep inside, marked his territory or something. My head was clearly in a weird space just now.

I returned to the bed, had some more water, and settled in again, this time face up. From under the other head pillow, I pulled out a wide ring gag and buckled it in, leaving my lips enticingly wide open.

Hearing a slight noise outside, I let my limbs fall loose to the bed. Something sounded different as the door opened, an odd echo I couldn't define.

"Fuck," a voice choked out.

The oddness became apparent a second later when a distinctly feminine hand squeezed mine and a breath of a whisper near my face.

"I'll go if you want, but I'd love t watch him fuck a gorgeous dolly. Can I watch? 1 squeeze for yes, 2 for no".

I squeezed once and was rewarded with a stroke over my cheek. This was unexpected, but hardly unwelcome.

"Unzip your pants, lover" she whispered, her weight settling on the bed beside me. "Let me see how much you want this dolly."

I could hear him comply, rushing both buckle and zipper in his haste.

"Slower, Love, slower. Good, good boy. " I could feel him shiver at the praise and was both bemused and a little envious. Dollies didn't get praise.

"And look how hard you are! Looking forward to this, hm?" I think I felt him nod. "Put the condom on, slow and gentle, like that gorgeous cock is delicate crystal that could break... there you go, love. Being so good for me tonight."

I shivered along with him this time, definitely envious this time. I could almost see me in his place, taking directions, desperate to please.

"You said the doll is posable, yes? Good."

She nudged me down to the very edge of the mattress and spread my ankles, then my knees, pushing and lifting until she directed me to hold my own knees wide and high, leaving my cunt and still-slick hole on display, like some kind of an offering. Which it was.

"Here's the tricky part, " she murmured, "you need to fuck her without touching her with anything but you dick. Not even a nudge. Can you do that for me, Love? I know you can, just slowly and carefully." I felt the heat of his cock, slender and rock hard, easing into me with careful determination and fought my own body to keep from twitching toward it, impaling myself on him. This was the best kind of sensual torture, a riot of sensations I couldn't name and was helpless to avoid.

"So perfect, love," she choked out, sounding raspy and aroused, probably fixated on that slim strip of flesh where he was slowly impaling me. "Now, you have permission to come, but only like this. Take as much time as you need, but if you touch Any skin besides that lovely cunt, you'll be in a cock cage and edged twice a day for the next month straight. Understand?

Hollllllly fuck. I was a little surprised my pussy juice hadn't overflowed and come running down my crack. This was one of the hottest things I'd ever experienced. He swallowed hard and began a slow, methodical pace that didn't come close to my sweet spots but still managed to keep me riding the same desperate edge he was. His breath was coming fast and hard, but his hips continued their determined and careful plunge. I hoped he could get off this way, just as a reward, but I knew I couldn't come like this, barely half full and no extra stimulation. His stuttering breath became shuddering gasps became almost panicked sobs, the longer he thrust.

"Please!" He rasped, sounding close to tears, "please, I need..."

"Soon, love, Soon. You can do this just a bit more, just a little longer."

This time he choked his sob back, but kept his hips undulating, still so cautious.

"My sweet love, doing so well! So good for me, aren't you? You look so perfect right now," she whipered. "Almost there, so close! You can do ths!" I found myself rooting for him too, if only for the vicarious orgasm. "Come for me, love! Come for me now!" And his cocked twitched hard inside me, one, twice, and on a sobbing shout, came hard and long, still only half his cock inside me. I was gasping silently through my ring gag, wishing he'd lost control at the end just to slam deep and violent into me, catapult me into my own orgasm, but she nudged him back, drawing that meager bit of dick away and leaving me empty again.

They too left without a word and I wriggled up the bed a touch so I could set my feet down and relax my legs, letting them splay wide. I was mentally reliving that last visit, fingers itching to wander to my neglected clit when the door rattled extensively and finally opened with a slightly squeaky noise. The squeaks continued, closer now, right up to the mattress. Faintly, I could smell aspercream and was only mildly surprised when a thin wrinkled hand squeezed mine. I hadn't imagined my loose age requiremet would swing up to the elderly, but now that he was here, my pussy quivered at the thought of a dirty old man drilling my cunt.

He lay down fully on top of me, pants low on his hips and worked his half-hard dick in, his sour breath in my ear, unshaven whiskers scraping my chin. A dozen pumps later and his dick finally hardened up, proving old didn't mean dead. He was surprisingly long and nudged up against my cervix with every thrust and it didn't take much to finish off with a creaky groan. I felt filthy and a little depraved as he slowly withdrew, zipped up and creak-squeaked his way back out. Fuck. I'd have to thank Miriam for that little surprise.

She must've known I'd like that, because her next text was nothing but a smiley face. I gave the cam a thumbs up and relaxed back onto the sheets just in time for the door to rattle again, but stopped a second later, then a faint feminine voice echoed through. Miriam had stopped someone at the door. Uh oh. A short muttered conversation later and the door swung open a crack. "Unit 9, taking a leak," and then a silent crackle of a radio as it was switched off. I could hear a zipper descending even as the door closed quickly behind him. Ah well. Cops have needs too, I suppose.

"Sorry dolly, couldn't get the night off " But he squeezed my hand and then squeezed his wrapped cock deep into my mouth. Somehow, this made me feel even naughtier than the old man, though I don't know why. I could hear the jangle of his belt, even the faintest jangle of handcuffs as he jacked quick and silent into my throat, done in minutes, nearly gagging me on his last thrust. He groaned softly when his dick twitched hard, and was out the door just as efficiently.

Hell, fucking, YES.

It was a good five minutes more before someone new arrived, breathing fast and hard, but quietly. His hand trembled a little when he squeezed mine, and sounded like he fumbled the condom a bit just getting it on. He pried my legs almost too wide, but plunged in thick and deep, his hips at work almost before he'd hit bottom. There was no finesse to this fuck, just eager energy and maybe a little sloppy, panting as hard as his deep jabs. I might have figured out why when he finally came - his groan was a little higher pitched. Young. My pussy clenched on nothing, quivering a little and unfulfilled as he zipped up and departed.

Miriam's text was to the point. "Turned 18 seven minutes ago. :) and lost his virginity shortly after."

I smiled, oddly glad I could be of service. Hung as he was, I didn't think he'd lack for future partners.

Her next text made me equally sad, though. "Last one for the night."

At least I was ending on a high note. He was thick, too thick to get past the ring gag, and took a painfully long time fucking me slow and hard. I damn near came twice before he was through and as the door shut behind him, I had to fight my own jittering hormones just to keep myself from getting my hands all over my wet cunt in a rush to get off. I could wait.

"Well?" Miriam demanded excitedly, rushing in. "Cause I might need to rethink my stance on this. Holy fuck that was hot!"

I pulled off the blindfold and unbuckled the gag, easing it out and working my jaw loose. I probably looked a little strung out. I grinned at her anyway. "You free next weekend?"