Bill Porter locked the wide security doors of his New York penthouse apartment behind the departing deliveryman. He reactivated his alarm system, then turned to inspect his sex doll to see if he'd gotten what he'd contracted for. He'd told his supplier during their negotiations she was to be in a deep hypnotic trance on delivery to his suite. He'd been assured she'd be in a trance for at least eight hours, the length of their contract. He'd been given written instructions with a simple verbal command to use to wake her in case of any emergency.
He sat the petite woman up; her head rolled limply to one side. He held her chin and turned her face to his; he brushed her waist length blond hair to one side with his fingers and saw she was even more beautiful when in a trance than he'd hoped. She had a natural beauty with gorgeous features that needed little enhancement from makeup. He recalled the awesome color of her eyes that had first captivated him was a beautiful deep blue. Her face, eyes, and body had so intrigued him he'd secretly taken hundreds of pictures of her, all of which were safely on his computer, and he had viewed them many times over during the last months in anticipation of this day. Her name was Coco Devereaux, and he knew from his extensive research of her she was near her twenty-fifth birthday.
The girl's full lips were exquisitely shaped and very inviting. They turned up at each side of her mouth giving her a look of constant amusement. Bill could not resist bending to kiss her inviting lips as the subtle perfume she wore wafted pleasantly up to him from her warm body. "My pretty Coco, you're mine at last." Bill spoke her feminine sounding name, then shoved it from his mind. She could only be a sex object to use for his sexual gratification. This was strictly a business arrangement between a high-class pimp and himself.
Her young face had a look of innocence and vulnerability he found damned captivating. He'd been dreaming of this erotic fantasy or fetish, if you insist, since he'd first been introduced to her at a posh charity event a few years before. His obsession for her had finally overcome his personal qualms and caused him to negotiate for this tryst. He was well aware he'd have been charged a larger portion of his fortune for the temporary use of her body if his cynical supplier had suspected the depths of his obsession. His shrewd business mind knew this was a weakness that could be used against him, and he was determined to be alert for that possibility. He reached for one of the girls clothed breasts and tweaked her nipple sharply between his thumb and forefinger. Her face showed no conscious reaction.
Satisfied with her condition, Bill lifted his fuck toy in his arms, and cradled her with ease. Bill was a six-foot tall man approaching his fourth decade and had a muscular athletic frame from the rigorous daily workouts, yoga, and martial arts training that had become his daily habits while in the military. He was considered to be handsome by most women, and largely due to his swiftly accumulated wealth had been listed among the top ten eligible bachelors in the U.S. by several major magazines for each of the last seven years. Bill knew most people would consider his intense interest in little Coco eccentric, he regularly consorted with royalty, Broadway and Hollywood stars, and other celebrities. His only answer was he was driven to possess her, if only for a little while.
He would have estimated the petite woman weighed very little over a hundred pounds, if that. From meeting her personally he'd judged she stood around five feet tall, or perhaps five feet short would be the better way to describe her. He'd considered her presence and personality vivacious and charming, though today he was focused on her physical charms. Bill carried her down the long hallway to his master bedroom.
He turned on several professional quality cameras focused on his bed with one switch on the wall, and glancing up, he saw a huge picture of the bed and the two of them on one of his several wide-screen televisions. Bill took pride in his excellent video and audio systems; he had built them himself. Electronics was but one of his many accomplishments and businesses.
Bill was certain his system was safe from hackers hi-jacking his recordings and pictures. Security was the main product he sold to the many nations around the world who were his customers and had paid him their billions.
Satisfied everything in the room was being recorded from several angles, he sat the young woman on his bed. He knelt next to the bed and let her head lie on his shoulder. He unbuttoned her sheer white silk blouse and took it off over her slim arms. The complete helplessness of her small body was arousing him already. She was his pretty fuck toy to use as he wished. He unsnapped her lace bra and pulled it off her. One glance at the bra's label showed it read 34-C. Her breasts were more than ample in proportion to her slim body. "Damn, she's small, but so freaking sexy," Bill thought out loud!
The sight of her exquisite peaches and cream complexioned breasts and puffy pink nipples affected him so strongly he was aware of his pulse rate rising as he looked her over. Next he removed her stylish short skirt, lace panties, high-heeled shoes and stockings. The hair framing her pussy had been removed, except for one small tuft above it, and the curtains matched the carpet, being blond. Her slim legs were shapely and smooth, yet fit enough the muscles in her calves and thighs showed the definition of an athlete, as did those in her arms. Her hips were imminently attractive and functional, wide enough for child bearing, yet there was not a pound of excess flesh to be seen anywhere on the girl.
Bill had learned from his research and discussions with her she had been an outstanding gymnast and had gone to college on a sports scholarship. In his estimation she had a toned and strong little body and took great care of herself. She looked good enough to eat and he fully intended to enjoy doing so.
Bill took off his robe and laid it aside. He picked up one of her small manicured hands and wrapped it around his erect penis. He gave it a few tentative strokes and watched as her breasts bobbled invitingly. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his penis and he bent over her to wipe it on her pretty lips. He was tempted to fuck her mouth immediately, but decided that could wait until later. He'd use her for his sexual gratification in every way he could before his contracted hours ended.
Bill grasped her small hands and looked closely at her nails. As he'd first thought, the polish on her finger and toenails was the same pink as the natural color of her lips. He kissed and sucked on each of her slim fingertips and nails in turn, liking the erotic feel of them in his mouth. He moved her arms over her head and wrapped them loosely with the thin straps of her lace bra. This further increased her aura of utter helplessness to his immense satisfaction. Bill moved down to the end of the bed and held Coco's feet. They were very small, slim and graceful in appearance. He wondered that she was able to find stylish shoes to fit them. Bill kissed her toes affectionately, thinking they were a foot fetishist's dream. Bill was more a tits and ass man himself, but still, he thought, if one were to hold her feet together just so, then insert one's self between them... No, perhaps later, Bill laughed, he had other fetishes to gratify at the moment.
He kissed, nibbled, sucked, and licked his way back up her sleeping body, paying special attention to her thighs, which he found delectable. He skipped past her pussy on this trip, saving that exploration for later.
Bill could not resist the temptation of closely examining the entranced girl's delightful breasts any longer. He went prone beside her to peer closely at them. Bill cursed her damned bra. Its stitching had left faint pink pressure lines on the delicate skin of her otherwise flawless breasts. He decided he'd stipulate that she not wear a bra for several days before any further transactions they made. Bill then had a thought it would be far more sensible for him to avoid ever doing this again. He shoved those unpleasant thoughts aside and went back to his tit play.
With her arms extended above her head the globes of her firm breasts flattened somewhat, but still stood out above her body invitingly. Her nipples fascinated Bill; her aureoles were about the size of a silver dollar and protruded a half-inch from her oval breasts. Their color seemed a near perfect match for the pink of her luscious lips. The tips of her nipples were a little larger than pencil erasers and extended over a quarter-inch from her dome-shaped aureoles. Bill considered them perfectly shaped for his aesthetic tastes. She fitted his own ideal much more closely than he could ever have dreamed, and he, considering himself a connoisseur of the feminine form, had seen thousands of beautiful nude women, both in pictures and in person.
Bill had avidly anticipated enjoying suckling her delightful breasts and he applied himself to this next, while rolling her puffy nipples between his fingers alternately as he reached to explore her moist slit with his other hand. The delicious textures and shapes of her nipples and breasts made his mouth salivate as he sucked and licked them.
After luxuriously suckling every delectable inch of both her breasts and her nipples deep into his mouth and against his palate, Bill moved down between her thighs and found her clit with his lips and tongue. He licked and sucked it while exploring her pussy with his middle finger. He added another finger to her as she lubricated and relished her tight fit as he searched for her G spot. She moaned softly then, which was the only physical reaction he'd noticed her make thus far.
