His Fuck Doll, Part 1 - Sex Stories

His Fuck Doll, Part 1

... for the night and I don't think he had a clue what he was in for. But I knew and so did Deb, he was going to get the fuck of his life. A few moments later I noticed that they stopped dancing. Deb gave me a subtle sign to meet her in the ladies room. We walked in together. "What's up?" I asked her. "Do you mind if I take him home with me?" she asked. "No problem," I replied. "I can find a ride." We looked in the mirror, fussing over ourselves as women do. There were other women in there, we were waiting until we were alone. "He's kind of cute," I said to her. "What's his name?" Deb replied, "Joey, he's a friend of one of the bridesmaids." "He has no idea what he's in for later, does he?" I asked, with a smirk on my face. "That's the fun part," Deb said laughing. "You're going to take advantage of the poor thing?" I asked. "Sweetie," she relied. "I'm going to fuck him into a coma." We both laughed as we exited the ladies room. Krista looked at us and shook her head smiling. She knew her mom's deviant sexual mind was up to something. She was in no position to talk, she was all over some guy half the night. It was going to be an interesting evening a Debbie's house. She wet back to talk to Joey and I went back to my table. When I got there, I noticed a glass of red wine waiting for me. I asked Jane where it came from and she mentioned that a man had bought it for me. Then she pointed to the other side of the room. He looked at me and raised his glass, I responded the same way ...

... and nodded my head in appreciation. Jane whispered in my ear that he was hot, though I couldn't see him very well from that distance. I continued talking with the other women and was actually starting to get bored. After about ten minutes, I saw this out stretched arm to my right. It was him. "May I please have this dance?" he asked. My eyes gleamed as I looked at him. There are many terms used by women to describe men. Hot, cute and sexy are popular, but I think that the best compliment you can give a man, is to call him handsome. To me, the word handsome means both attractive and manly. He was both. He was tall and big shouldered, with brown hair. He looked like he was close to my age. I introduced myself as we walked out to the dance floor. He told me that his name was Frank and he was the groom's boss. He owned a home security company in the local area. I could tell right away that he had money, but that never matters to me. It's how a man treats me that does. He treated me like a woman. He pulled out my chair, bought my drinks and was very gentlemanly. I was getting drunker than I wanted too. When I drink too much, I get very flirtatious and somewhat slutty. I didn't want him to think that I was a lush, so I shut myself off. After some nice conversation we back back out to the dance floor. That's when I saw Deb gesture that she was leaving. She had Joey with her as well as Krista and some guy she met. As I said earlier, it was going to be an interesting night at her house, ...