It arrived on a Saturday, in a wooden crate larger than her. From the front pathway she watched the two heavy set men secure it onto a furniture dolly and wheel it in through the open garage.
“Lift up on that end, Steve. —No, wait wait! Hold on, yeah let me get this corner.” He struggled to rotate the large box clockwise so he could ease it down through the door frame into her duplex but it stuck on two sides. He pulled it back then pushed it forward again, it caught at the same place. Bill scratched at his head beneath his baseball cap and, with a thick, polite southern drawl asked, “Now whudda we do?”
Steve removed a little square tape measure from his front pocket and stretched the flimsy metal across the length of the crate, then measured the width of the doorway, sucking on a tooth in concentration as he did so. A quick jerk of his head indicated it wasn’t good news as he let the tape measure snap back into a roll. “Shit, it ain’t gonna fit, Bill.”
“Ma’am..” Bill turned to her, sweat rolling down his face at the temples. He grabbed a cloth from the back of his pants and wiped the moisture off his brow. “It’s not gonna fit—too big for your frame. We’re gonna have to leave it ‘n the garage here.” He gestured toward the main wall and added, “We could line it up right there so it’s outta the way for ya, and we’ll crack the seal with a crowbar so you’an just open it when ya want to.”
After the men had left she closed the garage door and stood in front of the box that now sat along the wall, its lid shut, the nails popped out, ready to be opened. She was thankful that the exterior hadn’t been labeled, making the delivery more than awkward for her and the gentlemen.
Crouching down onto her knees next to the package, she curled her fingers under the rough wooden cover and yanked it upwards, the nails squeaking within the holes as they loosened further until they were free. She lifted the lid and let it slide off behind the main frame where it rested between it and the wall.
The inside of the box was filled nearly to the top with shredded packing material. Her hands wiped at it until she had uncovered another box within, this one black and glossy, made of thick cardboard—and big, almost as big as the crate holding it. There were no windows on the front, just a cursive logo in gold inlay that read **Guy** by *Nourish Robotix.* Her lower abdomen tightened, blood rushing in opposite directions both to her brain and her crotch; Her head felt light.
She traced the letters of the brand slowly, feeling the impression under her fingers, her breath heavy in her chest. *Well, time to try and at least get this thing out of the crate.* Her hands slid to the head of the box and she placed one on the side and one on the top to create a fulcrum point, her thigh pressing against the outside of the box to create another. She pulled, the hefty weight apparent when it didn’t move. There was no way she was picking it up, she’d have to open it and remove the contents individually.
At the center side of the container she located a flap holding it shut. She slid the little cardboard tab backward, freeing it before pulling the lid up and open. Underneath there was black and gold tissue paper in neat overlapping folds covering the first layer. On top lay a matching golden envelope with black lettering. She stopped, a sense of embarrassment just flushing her cheeks when she read her own name printed on the front. *Lydia.*
She felt exposed, taking a moment to scan the empty garage as if some stranger would be standing in the corner to stare and shame her. She was of course alone, but she had the need to check anyway. Her fingers reached for the envelope and she tore it open, pulling the card from inside.
*Thank you for choosing Nourish!*
**CONGRATULATIONS!**
*Congratulations?* This was paid for with her money, it wasn’t a gift. Why were they congratulating her? She flipped the card open and continued reading,
*You are the 6,969th customer to purchase a Nourish Robotix innovative customizable love doll!As a reward for your support, your new boyfriend has been UPGRADED to a demo sample of our upcoming new release model,* ***Guy****. Your boyfriend also comes with a bonus gift collection, including over $500 in free accessories, a 64 oz container of ‘Caesar’s Greek God Realistic Lube’,and a scented love candle! Now, what have you been waiting for? Go get your Guy!*
Smiling, she folded the note and put it away, already dizzy with excitement about her ‘upgraded’ prize and what free gifts they would choose to include. Her fingers peeled back the first layer of tissue paper, then the second, then a third until she could see what looked like compartments holding flesh colored pieces in a warm ivory skin tone. It jarred her, at first glance appearing much like a horror scene, clean body parts dismembered and neatly placed in divided sections for packaging.
A white booklet sat on top and she grabbed it. *Nourish Robotix Guy Assembly & Instruction Manual.* There was a separate registration card that slid out of the center. ***Please make sure you double check the accuracy of all customized features before accepting your order as it may affect your return authorization qualification. Visit*** ***nourishreallove.com*** ***for warranty registration. Thanks again for choosing Nourish Robotix, Inc. and we hope you are completely satisfied with your product!***
*Check the features*, the company instructed. It reminded her of the anxiety surrounding her initial decision to order such a thing in the first place, but she was determined to improve her performance.
Lydia had always been plagued by a touch of modesty. She didn’t like to stand out. When in school her friends would tease her, giggling together in troves when she always changed clothes in a closed bathroom stall. *”Come on, Liddy,”* they’d snicker, *“Why are you such a prude? You look fine! It doesn’t matter if we see you in your underwear.”* Lydia did look fine, her limber frame not quite petite, her face pretty, and she wasn’t a prude. However, she was reserved when it came to her body in public. She liked to consider it being classy, not conservative. What her friends didn’t know was that, privately, Lydia was a dirty girl.
She had a colossal libido that followed her from adolescence into adulthood, but her fastidious nature with men prevented a lot of physical experience.She thought this would be the perfect solution, a way to practice without the pressures of another person being attached to the body she fucked. No one would know. It would be hers to use free of embarrassment. Hers to experiment with.She read all of the reviews ahead of ultimately placing her order, contemplating for two weeks on whether or not she should just say fuck it and splurge.
*They’re so new though. What if they get recalled, or come out with a better model?* She was always the last to buy into anything new for fear of overpaying or disappointment, why should this be any different? She had never made an excessive amount of money. With this she would have to be very particular. At a starting price of twenty-five hundred, they weren’t cheap, and all she could currently afford was the base model which alone had taken her around six months to save up for. They are supposed to be ultra lifelike.
Another week of mulling it over and she finally gave in.There were so many choices that it overwhelmed her, and there weren’t many female reviews to help with feedback. The male reviews for female dolls she’d seen while doing research and how they talked about the different vaginal options, if not amusing, made her optimistic for the quality of the product at least. *”Get the built in.. but don’t get it unless you’re strictly in for the aesthetics. Get the inserts if you’re a horn-puppy.. I’d suggest two so you can always have a clean one.”*
Another s*aid, “I haven’t tried the fixed, but I’d definitely go with the insert option because it’s easiest to clean.” Also, “Now that I’ve tried both, built in all the way!”* Men are really into this, she thought, continuing to read and sort through all of the available features. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, ravenheads, long, medium, short, completely bald. Brown eyes, green eyes, hazel eyes, blue eyes. Customizable heights, weights, builds, cock sizes.
What set the Nourish brand apart from its competitors, and what eventually led her to purchase one was its facial generator program. Unlike other companies, Nourish used an information input system to create the faces of their dolls. They required the buyer to list features they found most attractive about the opposite sex, along with an assortment of preferences. That information would then be loaded into a program which amassed it into a completely unique composite. Most companies offered preset face types to choose from, but this was one-of-a-kind, specifically made for each individual purchaser, making them feel that much more like real men.
*Step One*, the page read. Lydia paused, thinking she’d better pull everything out and move them inside before jumping in. She set the manual down and went back to the box. Robotic innovation it said in the booklet. She speculated about what that could mean when in reference to a silicone sex doll. Then she thought of the card. *Upgraded demo sample.* Was she receiving something no one else had yet tried?
The parts looked beyond realistic in their compartments—an arm, then another folded around it. Her hand hesitated when it motioned to remove the first arm, stopping just inches over it. She lowered it slowly until it made contact with the silicone. When her fingers touched they pressed in as they would had it been real skin. She couldn’t believe the softness, the strip between her legs abruptly throbbing at the thought of that same smooth silicone sliding into her.
The arms were heavy when taking them out and she thought they must have been weighted appropriately in relation to a real human male. She carried them one by one into her living room and laid them side by side on the floor. Packaged in the remaining space surrounding where the arms had been were multiple velvet bags, the scented candle, and the bottle of lube wrapped in plastic, which she removed first and carried in.
She picked up the largest of the cinched bags. It was heavy. Her fingers loosened the drawstring and slipped inside, wrapping around something firm. The texture matched the softness of the silicone and she already knew it was a cock. As the tip slid into sight she could see that it was visibly much larger than what measurement specifications she had selected. This must have been one of her *free accessory bonus gifts.* She studied it as she held it in her open palm, encasing it in her fingers and feeling the weight in her hand. The idea of slipping something that size inside of herself didn’t seem possible and she put the idea away as she did the attachment back into its bag.
Opening another bag, the item inside felt similar but was smaller, fitting much better in her hand. This was the customized cock that came with her doll, down to every last specification she had made. She took it and the other in and laid them on the floor next to the arms, the warmth ignited inside her groin growing with each new item removed.
The next bag had some weight to it but the item inside seemed relatively small from the outside. She slid the velvet cloth down and a rounded flat blue sapphire came into view, attached to a stainless steel teardrop that looked about three inches in diameter at the widest point. She knew immediately that it was an anal plug, but she had never used one, only having previously inserted her fingers into her ass to coax cum from herself.
It seemed more reasonable than the complimentary cock she had received, but she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea. Not yet. The plug seemed a standard size, nothing extreme. She set it on top of the flattened bag it came in, next to the bottle of lube, assuming it best to keep them together. She’d need one for the use of the other.
From another fairly large bag she pulled a long clear tube that ran to a hand pump on one end and the other to a clear plastic cup. She had seen penis pumps in spam ads on the sides of web browsers—sped up video clips displaying normal sized cocks pumped to ridiculousness—but this, this she had never seen. It had a pump handle, but the end looked like nothing that would fit over a cock, even one only partially erect. It took a second until she put it together, her eyes enlarging at the thought of it. For now it went back into its pouch and was laid next to the lube and plug on the floor of her living room.
That was three objects so far that she had found. Looking into the box she was down to three more bags. A smaller one contained a set of steel adjustable nipple clamps and a slender item that looked similar to tweezers, with rubber covered tips. The second to last bag contained a set of real handcuffs with a pair of keys. *Why would you need handcuffs for something that can’t move?* Perhaps it was simply a bonus kink accessory. She put them with the rest of the items inside and went for the last bag.
It held a U-shaped device molded from firm silicone, bulbous on one side and flat on the opposite. She had seen them when browsing toys, typically in the higher price range that she tended to avoid. A dual vibrator. This she was certainly excited to try.
When Lydia had finished removing everything from the first layer of packaging she lifted the separating piece out. Beneath it was a second layer. The only items here were the two legs running the length of the container, placed in a way that was most efficient for preserving space. If the arms had been the appropriate weight she assumed the legs would be too, and they were. She struggled getting them out, having to lean over the edge as she got deeper into the box. Once out she took them inside one at a time and laid them on the floor, right next to left, pausing to stare at how organic they appeared.
Dirty blond hair lightly covered them and faded at the thigh, just like real legs. Kneeling beside them she squeezed one of the thighs in her hand, feeling the thickness and skin which seemed authentic. She moved her hands along the top, over the knee, and down the shin until at the toes where she pinched and wiggled them around in small circles in fascination.After taking out the second divider from the box she could see the next part was large. The torso. Her fingers tore off the protective plastic and she wrapped her arms around the bulk of it, having to lift slowly to not hurt herself in the process.
She brought it in and lowered it onto the carpet, above the legs and between the arms. She stepped back to observe the creature she was creating piece by piece, like a sexually sinister Frankenstein. The crowning attachment being the head she had seen wrapped and packaged in the corner. It wasn’t the most erotic thing to have a head sitting out, lifelessly staring her down as she assembled the body it belonged to, and she decided it best to leave it put away until it was ready to be added.
Time for assembly. She picked the instructional manual back up and flipped to the page showing step one. The odd thing, there wasn’t much assembly required. Each step of the instructions was a new part being connected to the main torso. Everything appeared straight forward. On the end of the limbs where they locked on was a silver knob and on each portion of the torso where the appendages attached there was a correlating hollowed out metal socket.
Crouching next to the right leg, she gripped it with both hands and slid it up to meet the torso. It looked like it would be difficult to pop in place but the ball moved fluidly into the joint, and then something extraordinary happened. The seam of silicone skin meeting skin melded together, merging where the line disappeared and sealed to form one solid piece. Amazed, she put her fingers where the one item previously was two, pushing and prying in an attempt to find the seam formerly there, but she couldn’t. It had visibly vanished.
Her hands went to the thigh again and she lifted upward, bending the leg at the knee and extending it outward, watching as it moved as a real leg would. She connected the other. What was laying on her floor resembled a life size broken Ken doll, just a torso with legs, no arms, no head, and most importantly, no cock. The arms merely needed to be snapped on and she did so easily, first the left then right. Only two pieces remained.
Deciding on the custom sized attachment from the assortment of items lined up on the floor, her nipples stiffened moderately when it was in hand and she moved to place it. It was so real, the balls hanging heavily from it appropriately toned a shade darker than the shaft. It flopped when being lifted, rolling across her hand in a half circle, and she wondered how it operated when needing to be erect. Perhaps the instructions would shed some light. It went on just as freely as the arms and legs had, snapping into place and sealing over in a flawless bond. Her cheeks reddened, heat diffusing from them as she admired what was now hers to enjoy. *Now the pièce de résistance*.
She stood and returned to the box, reaching for the last remaining item, the head.She had settled on sandy brown for his hair, thinking it the most neutral, the best of both worlds between light and dark. Jade for his eyes, because the color green soothed her. All of her previous boyfriends had brown or blue eyes, but never green. It would be new and distinct. This was supposed to be her dream guy, after all.
As far as features, she opted for a more classic approach, checking such a variety of boxes when filling out her form that she had no real idea of what to expect, considering her chosen preferences. Clean shaven. Squared jaw. Defined cheekbones. Average lips, not too thin, not too thick.
Once out of the package she began unwrapping it, doing her best not to let excitement dissolve into revulsion at the fact that she held a disembodied head within her hands. The hair is what she saw first as the layers of plastic around it gave way. It was a lovely light golden brown, longer on top and tousled from being crammed under packaging. Lydia sat on the floor, legs crossed over one another, a backwards head resting in her lap.
They say the average human head weighs ten pounds and she felt every bit of it, letting it lay face down before eventually braving the task of turning it over. This was the tensest step of the entire process, so unsure of the fabricated face that would be staring back. Cautiously she rolled it over in her hands and, despite the mental preparation she had done, it was no less startling, nor perfect.
The head was lifted and aligned with the connection point where it slid effortlessly into place, all semblance of the previously separated body parts left in the wake of this fully constructed man. Things were becoming palpable, the model lying in front of her now a male body as realistic as if it were a breathing being. And here he was—completely assembled and ready for use.
The lifelike features captivated her. The eyes were closed but she couldn’t resist peeling open an eyelid to examine what was beneath. As soon as she rolled it up she jerked her hand away and it fell back closed. Too real, she thought, but opened it again to reveal a green eyeball underneath, peering straight ahead. Pushing it open she did the same to the other until both were wide, gazing outwardly at nothing. Now open she could properly appreciate the craftsmanship. Hooded, and intense. She wondered if they were made of glass. Somehow they were unbelievably expressive, though she knew there was no original thought generating from behind them.
Running a single finger along the ridge of his perfectly crafted nose and over the philtrum she stopped at the mouth, tracing the lips as well before pushing her fingertip between, prying them open for examination.
Lydia pressed down on the tongue, noting how it almost felt moist. It was moist she saw the residue left when removing her fingers. *Odd, how do they make it stay wet?* At first she was uncertain of how to progress, so invested in the assembly process up until that point that the reality of freedom now presented to her was boundless and overwhelming. She checked the clock and it read 5:27 pm, good, it had only taken her an hour and a half to unwrap the pieces and put them together. Plenty of time remained for experimentation.
Lydia acknowledged the throb now steadily pulsating against the inside lining of her pants, her pussy just beginning to swell as a downpour of fantasies flooded her brain. She abruptly felt silly still being clothed. Who was she hiding from? Him? It was ridiculous to think that way. A brief survey of the living room ensured all the blinds were closed.
Her shoes were already off but now she worked at her pants, unfastening the button and dropping the zipper until the denim was loose at her waist. She wriggled them over her hips and they crumpled into a pile at her bare feet before she stepped free and tossed them aside using the tips of her toes. Her t-shirt came off with ease and it landed on top of her discarded jeans.
She stood wearing nothing but pale lavender panties and a matching bra, the smooth expanse of her taut stomach stretching to meet petite breasts that sat atop her chest which rose and fell heavily under the weight of her increased breathing.
She approached her sedentary boyfriend that lie on the carpet in the center of the room. His lively eyes looking directly up, his mouth slack, arms at his sides. *Now what?* Truthfully she hadn’t considered that she would be doing most, if not all of the work, the conception of him as a sex doll fading into the actuality that he was nothing more than that, a doll. A manufactured item whose only magic was assigned by that of its user.
Disappointment attempted to soften the enthusiasm demonstrated at the start of the assembly but she pushed it to the back of her mind. No, he was still hers to play with as she pleased. Did she expect him to stand, grab her by the waist and bend her over? Of course not. He wasn’t real, but she could still fuck him, couldn’t she?
Stooping over him she sat to his left, examining his body. Her hand combed through the silky hair that shortened in length from the top to the sides. *The hair even feels natural.* She reasoned that it probably was. They use human hair for wigs, and for the cost, why would this be any different? The tips of her fingers rubbed behind his neck, feeling the bristly texture where it was shaved into a fade down the back of his neck. He looked as if he could come alive at any minute, gasping for air as he woke from his constructed coma.
Her hand continued down his cheek, along his neckline and over his chest where she circled his nipples, stopping momentarily to squeeze them between her thumb and index finger. His body would be labeled average but fit. Not excessively muscular, yet not simply skinny. Lean and toned. She pressed her fingers flat together, gliding the palm over the concave curvature of his stomach, circling the naval, sticking a finger in and then retracting it before pinching at the skin on his sides. Everything was so realistic, she couldn’t stop poking and prodding and touching.
Another check of the time revealed how idly she’d spent it critiquing him as it currently read 6:41 pm. The tension throughout her body gathered, forming one knot of arousal that sank into her pelvis, settling behind the wall of her cunt. It was time for action. Time to sample what she had so patiently designed, waited for, and now intended to fuck.
Lydia turned so that her body faced his, planting her left hand on the carpet next to his right side. Leaning forward over his chest she slowly hooked her left leg across his waist and folded it under, settling down onto him at the top of his thighs where his cock lay soft against his stomach in front of her.
For a while she enjoyed the feeling of freedom, able to comfortably adjust to the idea of being on top of a man for an extended period of time without expectation or embarrassment. Her underside sank into the silicone of his thighs and she began to slowly rock, testing the give beneath her weight.
The quality was astonishing, having the composition of a living human being. She bent at the waist, closing the proximity between them until their noses touched. *How real do his lips feel?* Pursing hers she dragged them across his, pressing them in and they yielded in response, her inquiry immediately answered when met with a velvety smoothness that replicated real skin.
She pushed her tongue between them, letting it flatten down on top of his, holding it there. It slithered sideways, left to right and then back again, shoving itself deeper until it flicked at the back of his throat. Had he been real it would have gagged him, but as it was the thick red muscle of her mouth filled his orifice entirely as he lay perfectly still. She felt like a princess waking a sleeping male beauty with her kiss in some twisted reality of fantasy role reversal. Her tongue crept beneath his, lifting it until she could wrap her lips over it completely, sucking it in and rolling it over in a one-sided make-out session, the mixture of organic and synthetic saliva trailing between their mouths.
The heat between her thighs had grown considerably, hormones working in preparation for entry at the influx of chemicals rushing her system while she kissed her lifeless mannequin. Her body straightened and she slid forward, the limp organ that lay in front of her now a wad of flesh compressing under her panties.
Clothed sex had always excited Lydia. The suspense. The steady increase of arousal at the anticipation of release as eager genitals rubbed together through material. It was the ultimate form of foreplay. Sagging her hips she let the bulge press uncomfortably against the mound of her pussy. She pushed firmly down onto it, rolling it beneath her, putting pressure on her clit which was rapidly swelling inside the lavender material. A moan dripped from her lips and was amplified in the stillness of the house, the only other sound the low whirring of an oscillating fan in the corner.
Again she rocked back and forth, and again she moaned. Dampness was spreading as a result of the friction, coating the surface of her lower lips and darkening a circular area on the exterior of her panties. The constriction of adductor muscles sent a jolt of pleasure that webbed down her inner thighs, warming her lower half and hardening her nipples under their cloth covering. Her hands moved to her chest where she peeled the bra downward, exposing small breasts which she cupped, squeezing them between her fingers, pulling and twisting the nipples until she had coaxed out further groans of pleasure from within. And suddenly it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.
Removing her right hand from her body she reached for his left, picking it up by the wrist where the arm sagged heavily. She had to tug at it and scoot forward an inch so it would reach. Now with his hand floppy within her grasp she mashed it against her right tit, watching the fingers curl under inertly. Hmm. Not what she was expecting, but, again, he wasn’t real. He couldn’t grip her breasts, or pinch her nipples, or move at all for that matter without her aid. With her left hand she individually unfurled his fingers before pressing the hand flat once more. She wiped it up and down, left and right, then in semi-circular motions as the softness of the faux flesh irritated her nipple into further erection.
It felt good, but it was taking too much of her strength to both hold the arm up and move it around while still maintaining a level of mental arousal. After another half minute she stopped and carefully set it back down onto the floor next to his side. His mouth. That’s what she would do. His lips were as delicate and pliable as her own, even without them moving as live lips could it would still be pleasurable.
Dismounting him she turned away, facing his feet. She sat back and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and slid them down her long milky thighs, over the knees, past the calves and feet until they were off and thrown carelessly aside. She squatted next to him and one leg hooked over his body, leaving her naked lower half straddling his waist. With her hands she pushed backwards, stopping when her crotch was directly over his mouth, her face hovering above the stretch between his groin and naval. Slowly she descended onto it until she felt the lips brush at her pussy. They squished against the pink folds now smothering them until one set of lips cupped another.
Out of instinct she lifted herself, careful not to hurt his jaw with her weight before realizing she couldn’t hurt him. That sudden thought tantalized her, causing her to sink down further onto his face. She squeezed the sides with her inner thighs and began to grind, her hips working in tight little circles, her clit catching against the inside of his lower lip, making it harden even more. She bucked her hips forward and backward, still low against his body, supporting her weight with her hands and knees planted on either side of him.
The incivility of what she was doing was enough to drag another moan out of her. If someone caught sight of her, witnessed her, a grown woman, naked, riding the face of a life-sized doll—well, ten minutes of locker time during high school wouldn’t even come close to that level of embarrassment. It made it that much more perverse in her mind.
Sweat started to bead on her forehead, her body temperature increasing with her arousal as she fucked the face of her doll. She could feel the constriction of her vaginal walls working toward orgasm, clenching and relaxing repeatedly while her clit grazed across silicone tissue. Short rough grunts escaped her in succession as she bumped against his mouth repeatedly, each contact drawing her closer to expulsion.
Her head was on fire, light, and dizzy on the progressing path to climax. And, as she neared the edge with a wave of euphoria was almost cresting the surface about to wash over her in the form of bodily convulsions, she relaxed and ceased her grinding. No. Not this way. She wanted to fuck him, to ride his cock until she was satisfied.
When she lifted herself off of his mouth there were strings of pre-cum stretching between them until separating, tacky against her pussy and oozing slowly down his chin and around his mouth. Once off of him she sat back on her heels beside his body, leaning over him so that her mouth and nose were directly above his. She breathed in deeply and steadily, taking in her own scent before pressing her lips against his again, sucking at the juices she has deposited on them. Her tongue swirled around inside between his teeth and gums, circling his before retracting. She always enjoyed her own taste, mild and a tad bit sweet.
She hadn’t stopped to consider the fact that she had absolutely no idea how to make him hard, too busy having been enamored with his lifelike appearance and quality, followed by the examination of his mouth.
Her nose crinkled, her brow squeezing together in contemplation. *How does he get hard?* Abruptly she remembered the manual. When see saw how easily he was put together she didn’t bother reading the rest. She found it on the coffee table and flipped it open, skipping past the assembly portion until she saw the extra notes in the back.
It read: **WARNING!** *Flammable! Keep away from open flame. Doll is safe for temperature play and may be both warmed and cooled. Doll is water safe. This doll was manufactured to appear and operate as realistically as possible and was developed under the current guidelines for the most up to date standards of robotic innovation.*
*Please note, with the new developments in synthetics your dolls appendage seams will naturally fuse and blend together once put in place during assembly. Doll is designed with state of the art instinctive emotion programming and will react with intuition based on a variety of situations, including swelling or softening of penis and liquid ejaculation. [Refillable ejaculate available for purchase on website.] The discreet, streamline power button is located on the bottom of the left pinky toe. Press and hold 3 seconds to activate. To turn off press and hold button again for 3 seconds.*
*Of course. This is why you always read through the instructions thoroughly.*
She closed the booklet and sat it back down, returning to the body on the floor. At the feet she pinched her fingers around the pinky toe of his left foot and held it there, counting. *One.. two.. three..* A faint LED flashed inside on the bottom of the toe and then disappeared.
Adrenaline rushed through her, the sweat still present on her forehead. She waited but nothing happened, nothing had changed. There was no sound, no start up greeting. Nothing. She knew pressing and holding it another time would turn it back off, presuming it was currently powered on.
Scooting next to him at the waist she looked at his cock. He was still soft. Why? *Is this thing not working properly? Maybe it’s broken. Does it need to be charged? It didn’t mention anything about charging..*
She went to move it with her fingers, and, as soon as they made contact she felt it shift in her hand. Not only felt it, she *saw* it move. Her hand shot back and she froze in disbelief, staring at it lying motionless against him. It did move.
She cautiously touched it again, and again it moved, but this time she didn’t recoil. She left her hand on it, feeling how it quickly began to swell and harden in her palm, as if it were alive. His skin even felt warm where before it had been room temperature, but now he seemed to be heating up all over. She felt it radiating from his thigh that was pressing into hers. It intensified the illusion that he was in fact real.
With a firmer grip she began to toy with his cock, flattening it onto his abdomen and closing her hand around it, letting it slide vertically up and down as she watched it grow. Artificial veins looked as if they were pulsing under the skin. Her lower lip hung open, drool drying at the corner as she watched herself jerking off the cock of a sex doll.
And then—Lydia’s breath caught in her throat at the sound. Her hand froze mid-stroke at the realization of what she had just heard. She tried to release the cock in her hand but at the first movement against it the sound came again, smoky and drawn out, “Mmm, fuck….”
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