© 2004 by MLyons
Author's Note: The following story and the characters within it are purely a product of my imagination, and they are meant to be enjoyed only as a fantasy. Any similarity to real people or events is unintentional.
Reproduction of this story in any form without express written permission from the author is prohibited.
Synopsis of Chapter 3: Johnson's present from Cindy was revealed as a lifelike sex doll, complete with silicone skin and an anatomically correct skeleton. After further teasing, which included forcing him on his knees in his garage to lick her feet and loosen the straps of her heels with his teeth, she forced him to dress the doll in Cindy's slut outfit, kiss it, lick its pussy, and finally fuck it. Johnson was completely debased, and so desperate to fuck anything that the doll more than satisfied his needs, even while Cindy fucked with his mind and got off on it in the process. Afterwards, Johnson was made to lay on top of the heavy toy while Cindy strapped him completely to it with packing straps. Johnson finally drifted off to sleep in that position as he heard Cindy masturbating in his own bedroom down the hall.
My sincere apologies to those who have read the original versions of Chapters 1-3 (Prior to August 2004). They have changed a bit and are now finalized. The story is a shade darker now, and my apologies again if it is not your cup of tea. The synopses now included in each chapter (see above) are meant as a quick catch up for those who don't wish to re-read them. I beg your indulgence and thank you for your patience.
Chapter 4
"Time to wake up, Mister Sleepy-head."
Johnson's eyes opened as he groaned himself to consciousness. His cheek rested on the doll's face. He instinctively tried to get up but was quickly reminded that he couldn't move. The 150 pounds of rubber and steel he was strapped to was weighting him down like an anchor. As he regained his senses, he felt a tickling sensation on his balls. The blanket covering him was gone, and Cindy was running her fingers along his scrotum. Sometime during the night his cock had softened and slipped out of the doll, but morning wood had struck him. She had already applied more lube to his cock and was coaxing it back into the doll's pussy.
"You know, I had a slave once Professor." He saw her cross in front of him, still wearing her nighty.
"Cindy," Johnson said weakly. His body was so sore.
"Yeah, it was about a year ago. He was cute. You wouldn't believe the kind of things he'd let me do. He really wanted me to go out with him," she giggled. "I figured it would be good practice for when I met you. 'Course, I didn't really make him do anything, he just really liked it."
Johnson could not free his stubborn hard on from the confines of the rubber pussy. Each time he tried, it simply rubbed against the slicked walls--making his cock that much harder. He watched as Cindy climbed up on the arm of the couch next to his head.
"Cindy, please, let me go."
"I guess you really don't want to hear about him," she said bashfully. "But I'll tell you a secret." Cindy sat on the arm and spread her legs so that her ankles rested beside his prone head. Lifting her nighty up so that it bunched across her tummy, she edged her bare pussy toward his face and grabbed his hair. "You're a lot more fun than he was."
She pulled his head up and planted her pussy directly underneath it so that her bottom rested on the doll's forehead. He could tell she was already worked up. He saw a glimmer of juice just along her outer folds, and could smell the familiar mixture of her sex with the perfume of her laundered, cotton nighty.
"Lick me off, slave."
Johnson was in a daze. His body was sore, his cock was being subtly massaged, and Cindy's ripe pussy was waiting for his tongue. She released his hair and despite his unbelievable situation, he found himself licking hungrily at the tender lips of her vagina.
"Good boy, keep licking like a good little doggy." Cindy reached back behind her and grabbed the phone receiver off the end-table. "I found this in your office last night, Professor." She dangled a rolodex card in front of his eyes. "I'm not sure if he'll go for this, but I thought it might be fun. It's worth a try anyway, right?"
Johnson couldn't see the card before she yanked it out of his line of sight, and he had no idea what she was talking about. He moved his tongue up to her engorged clit--flicking it and tasting her young pussy. His cock was a rock, and he wanted her so badly. Her taste simply intoxicated him. He couldn't help it. Cindy, meanwhile, had been dialing a number on the phone.
"Cindy, who are you calling? What are you doing?"
"Shhh, lick slave," she whispered looking down at him. "This is so exciting!"
Johnson didn't know what else to do but follow her order.
"Hello," she said brightly, seemingly unphased by Johnson's dutiful tongue. "Is this Mister Ronald Tyrney?"
"Cindy!" Johnson desperately whispered. "What the fuck are you doing?"
She covered the phone. "Shhh--quiet, doggy!" she hissed. "Lick!"
"Yeah, Mister Tyrney, my name is Lisa, how are you? Yeah, I know it's kinda early on a Sunday. Sorry about that, but I was kinda horny and thought I'd give you a ring."
What the fuck was she doing? Was she insane? Tyrney was his boss--the man she threatened to call to alert him to Johnson's theft from Young Industries. Johnson's heart sank when he realized that Tyrney was just the type of sleaze ball who would fall victim to Cindy's charms.
