At five-feet my ex-wife and part time actress/dancer, Megan was like a little doll. It was a swift break-up after a holiday gone wrong. After a day of drinking on an all inclusive holiday I'd gone to bed leaving her at the bar. Waking up she'd still not come to back to the room, the bar was empty and I checked in the toilet, only to find my brunette wife on her knees in shorts and bikini top licking the flaps of the tall barmaid!
Meg tried countless times to get back, but I resisted. She was relentless and continued hounding me even after I moved in my new girlfriend Jen.
On Halloween night with Jen out with friends dressed as Wednesday Addams, I was home alone. I had a few beers and handed out candy to the kids who knocked the door. Just as I was about to goto bed the door bell went, at first I thought Jen had forgotten her key as it was way too late for trick or treaters.
Opening the door there before me was Megan in a camel coloured coat, dressed as the robot doll from the movie ironically also called M3GAN. It was one of the last movies we watched together before I caught her rug munching the clit of the barmaid.
"What are you?" I asked rhetorically.
"I've been asking myself the same question," she instantly replied... a comeback that I was sure was from the M3GAN movie script.
I looked over Megan surprised as she removed her coat. Her outfit was screen-accurate, a skintight striped T-shirt, a large collar babydoll beige dress; with a flattened, enormous grosgrain pussy bow and thick white cotton tights. Finished off with dark blue Mary Jane style shoes. My short ex-wife was a duplicate of the actual film Model 3 Generative Android, she'd even dyed her hair a copper blonde! She was so perfectly petite and alluring, I felt my pussy pounder stir to life.
In the movie M3GAN was designed and programmed to be a child's best friend...but the doll became self-aware leading to sinister consequences. Standard killer doll stuff, if you were into that. But my ex was a bit of a psycho and it put me on edge.
Bizarrely Megan being an actress, remained in character, even copying the character's AI voice, every time she replied to my pleas for her to leave. An actress through-and-through, she'd always loved dressing up, cosplaying and role playing owning an array of sexy outfits; maids; cheerleaders; nurses; school girls; princess', superheroes to name a few, all the costume fantasy fucks you could think of.
"What are you doing here?" I sighed, looking into her alluring bright-blue contact eyes.
"You need to learn some manners," she said, in a monotone voice handing me her coat. "You know what happens to bad boys who don't mind their manners? They grow up to be bad men. Are you listening to me?" she asked, brushing past me going straight into the house. I tried not to think of all the times I'd tapped that tight clit.
I was annoyed, but found it amusing as I followed her little ass into the spacious living room. She did look cute in the costume. She put music through the Bluetooth speakers and began dancing -- swinging her arms, twirling, posing against a wall. I sat on the couch shaking my head in disbelief.
"Jen could come back anytime Meg," I huffed, as she continued dancing, copying the routine from the movie. Again, my cock stirred as I tried not to enjoy the sexy moves of her tiny frame.
"I didn't come here to get into a confrontation. I came here to find a way forward," she said robotically without emotional.
Meg did an impressive aerial cartwheel flashing her white cotton clad crotch! The whole AI doll thing was turning me on and I thought back to the times when Meg was away doing stage shows or walk-on parts as an extra. When alone I liked wanking over her costumes and strappy shoes and pumps. But after a while I began getting a fetish for her old Barbie, Disney, and Bratz dolls in our spare room. Including her stunning three foot Barbie doll with blinking eyes and her life size makeup & hair head. Like a sick nonce in an ice cream van, or a pedo in the park, I loved emptying my sacks of creamy jizz over their little plastic faces. I missed her dolls, maybe more than I missed her.
She seductively walked towards me on the wooden floor, then got on all fours on the cream rug, making her way to my feet like a cat.
"Come on Meg, it's cute and all that but you need to leave," I said, pointing to the door.
"You ungrateful little bitch!" she said, perfectly in character, her sweet smell of sweat and perfume filling the air.
"Megan, turn off and fuck off!" I said, playing along to some degree paraphrasing a line from the movie.
"Oh, I'm afraid that won't work anymore," she stated, poking a finger in my t-shirt. "I have a new primary user now: me," she said, rubbing her hand on my bulging jeans. "One of my emergent abilities may surprise you. Sucking cock," she smiled, popping out my prick that rocked back and forth like a metronome.
