July 2017, so I’d have been 54 at the time. She was … 24, I think. Close to that, at least. Cute, curvy brunette with beautiful wide eyes and a sweet sexy smile.
I’d had the fantasy for some time of meeting a woman who was into the idea of being a real live sex doll — not just to please her partner, but because the idea turned *her* on. I suppose I’d go to Fetlife now for that sort of thing, or maybe even Reddit — but Craigslist it was, at the time.
The idea was simple: She would be mine to pose, to dress and undress, to use as I wanted. If I kissed her, she wasn’t to kiss me back. She was to be silent, unmoving unless I moved her.
She messaged me a day or so after I posted, telling me she had been curious about that scenario for a long time and asking if I wanted to come to her (about an hour away). She also let slip that she would also like to come over to my part of town and play in her car, if I was into car play at all.
(She had no idea how much I love car play — always have, always will). Given that — and the fact that it would give us more time together to play, given my schedule at that time — we took the second option.
She asked what to wear. One of the pictures she sent me had her in a cute summer outfit: sleeveless mid-length belted dress with a gauzy skirt, and thong sandals. (She had really pretty feet, I noticed.) Wear that, I told her, but nothing underneath — no bra, no panties, just the dress.
We set plans for the next night; I’d go out for a walk and she’d pick me up a couple of blocks away. She was already there when I got to the meeting point. I got in, we hugged hello, and she started to drive while we talked and looked for a likely spot to play. On the way, she repeated that she really liked the idea of being limp and unresisting while a man had his way with her. We also worked out a system: I would say one word to send her into doll mode and another to “wake her up.”
We found someplace that looked decent enough, close to a park. I said the first word and it was like flicking a switch: Her eyes went dead ahead, her body went limp and she sagged back against the driver’s side seat.
I kissed her. Her mouth was soft and warm, but there was no reaction. If she really was a first-timer, she was a natural.
I started running my hands over her, feeling her nipples get hard through the top of her dress. Even so, she didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. So I opened her legs, lifted her skirt. No panties, as instructed. She had a small growth of fine soft dark hair on her mound. I reached up to touch her pussy, and she was already slick. I stroked her clit, slid one and then two fingers into her; again, no reaction. She really was a real live doll.
Just then, another pair of headlights showed up at the entrance to where we were. Probably someone else with the same idea of finding a private place to fool around, but I didn’t want to take a chance given that we were only a couple of blocks from a police station. I “woke her up” and we went looking for someplace else. Within five minutes, we found it. It was almost like hiding in plain sight, which always makes car play even more fun.
We talked more on the way. I asked if she was enjoying the exploration. She said she was and suggested that we could get in the back seat once we found the next place. Once we were there, and in the back seat, I put her into doll mode again, leaning partly against the seat and partly against the left rear door.
I ran my hands over her again, playing with her nipples and her pussy, seeing if she could stay in character with extended play. She could, so I took it a step further. I pulled her into a more upright sitting position, took her left hand and started rubbing my cock with it through my pants. Again, she didn’t resist, so I took it even further, unzipping and wrapping her hand around my cock, moving it up and down. She kept staring straight ahead, didn’t even look at me or at it. When I kissed her again, ran my tongue along her lips, she didn’t respond.
Time for the next step. I pulled my pants and boxers down, sat back in the seat and eased her over, directing her and positioning myself until her lips were on the head of my cock. I gently took hold of her head and began to move it up and down. She never started sucking. She just let me fuck her mouth.
That went on for a few minutes, and then it was time for the real test. I slid her down all the way onto the seat, with her left leg down and her right leg up. Protection was applied, and then I got on top of her, lifting her right leg a bit more and placing it over me, and slid inside her, pressing my mouth onto hers once more.
Nothing. She really was a perfect doll.
I took my time at first. I was enjoying the play, and from what she had told me after the short earlier session, she was loving being completely controlled. Only the fact that she was absolutely soaked, and her eyes had closed just a little tighter than usual, told me just how into it she really was.
I adjusted her leg once more, so I could get just a bit deeper into her. (Yes, I let my hand stroke that pretty sandaled foot again when I did it. I have a major thing for pretty bare feet, or pretty feet in flip-flops or thong sandals. Same for pretty feet in stockings.) Then I bore down and let myself fuck her hard. I have to admit, it was really different — her hips not moving, no sound from her. The whole thing struck me as both surreal and insanely hot.
It also struck me that I wasn’t talking, either — not until I groaned and came, grinding deep into her. She didn’t react. Completely passive. I slowed, stopped, stayed inside her, thought about waking her up. Then I decided to try one more thing.
I slipped out, slid down, started licking and fingering her warm, wet, swollen pussy. About three minutes in, with two fingers swirling inside her and my tongue lashing her clit, she finally reacted. Her thighs tensed, shook a bit. I could feel her contracting on my fingers, hard and strong. She let out one small stifled moan — almost a grunt, really — and then one more. I let her come down for a couple of minutes, until she was fully limp, then “woke her up.”
“Sorry,” she said, almost apologetically. “I couldn’t control myself there at the end.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m just impressed you held out that long.”
“It was fun,” she said. “I didn’t really know what to expect but I really liked it.”
We couldn’t get our schedules to work out over the next month, though we came pretty close once. Given my situation, that happens sometimes. Then she started seeing someone. I wonder if she ever brought up that secret desire to him. Maybe I’ll reach out and ask. If she hasn’t, maybe I’ll ask if she can come out and play again.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bzhj49/be_my_doll_another_xpost_from_rsluttyconfessions
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