Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Brad storms down to the first floor, still cursing under his breath, and I make a dash for it. Rushing onto the landing, I dart soundlessly up the stairs to the top floor and along the hallway leading to Brad’s bedroom. Good, he left it open. My heart pounding, I hurry inside and am immediately greeted by a sex doll on the bed, her pretend pussy still glistening with lube. The doll’s torso is covered by a sheet, exposing only her pussy and legs, but when I pull the sheet off, I see that she’s blonde and blue-eyed, like me. She’s much, much slimmer than I am, and has nothing of my luscious curves, but that’s fine. I can’t stop now because I have only moments to act. Picking the doll up from the bed, I’m surprised by how much she weighs, but I’m able to lug her over to a large, mirrored closet flanking the wall.
Then, the front door slams angrily downstairs and I freeze, the life-size sex doll hanging awkwardly from my arms. Oh shit! Brad’s on his way back! Sure enough, his footsteps thunder up the stairs and within seconds, I hear him striding along the hallway towards the bedroom. Towards me. I’m out of time, and my plan has failed before it’s begun. Within seconds he’ll burst through the door and find me here, in his most private of spaces, holding a sex doll whose silicone pussy no doubt already holds plenty of his pre-come. It’s over.
Then the doorbell rings, the sound reverberating through the house. I jump, and I hear Brad freeze just steps away from the bedroom door. He sighs in annoyance through clenched teeth.
“Goddamn it, Chrissy,” he growls, and I realize he thinks it’s me. When he went downstairs to let me in and didn’t find me on the stoop as expected, I wonder where he thought I’d gone? In any case, he seems to assume it’s me again, because I hear him turn on his heel and storm back down the stairs, muttering curses under his breath. It must be my Amazon delivery, arriving at last. I’ve literally been saved by the bell. As a result, I don’t waste another moment.
Breathlessly, I wrangle the closet open and see several other sex dolls crammed inside - plenty of them are also blonde and blue-eyed, most of them in skanky lingerie. The one I’m currently holding, however, is entirely naked. Taking a deep breath, I heave Barbie in, careless of where she lands. Then, I strip down with lightning speed and throw my clothes, including my bra and panties, in after her. I slide the closet door shut, and rush over to the bed, lying down in exactly the spot that was occupied by the sex doll only moments ago. I hastily pull the bedsheet over my head and shoulders, so Brad doesn’t see my face, and spread my legs in the same position the sex doll was in. Not a second too soon because I hear Brad thundering back up the stairs, still cursing a blue streak. I hold my breath because this is where the rubber meets the road.
Brad flings the door open, seething with frustration at having been interrupted in the middle of fucking his sex doll. He’s still cursing up a storm as he stalks towards the bed before coming to a stop. Through the thin bedsheet over my head I can’t make out much, but I can see the outline of his hulking frame towering over me as he takes in my lower body. Oh shit. Does he know it’s me? Can he tell me apart from the life-size Barbie currently crammed in the closet?
I hold still, barely breathing beneath the sheet. Fortunately, my pussy’s already moist, so it glistens invitingly. I’m careful not to move, but can he tell? Will my mom’s ex-boyfriend call me out? Or will he be overcome with lust at finding my young, flushed curves in his bed, willingly offered up to him for him to use at his leisure?
4
Brad
My blood boiling at Chrissy’s antics, I storm back upstairs. My teenage houseguest is sexy, but still, I was in the middle of fucking my newest purchase. To say I’m in a bad mood now is putting it lightly.
After all, what the fuck is Chrissy thinking? If she was locked out, why wasn’t she there when I opened the door? What kind of game is she playing, anyways, pretending to be locked out so that I’m forced to open the door for her, only to hide from me when I’m finally downstairs? Goddamn teenage girls. I should boot her pretty ass out of my home.
After all, I’ve noticed how voluptuous Chrissy’s become. The blonde teen parades her curves around the house like she’s in a beauty pageant. But shit like this reminds me of why I’ve been holding back from making a move on her. She’s too young, and immature to boot. She’s got a job selling make-up, but I’m sure it doesn’t pay more than minimum wage. However, more antics like this, and she’ll be out on her ass without so much as a goodbye.