Being His Doll - Sex Stories

Being His Doll

... brush through my long locks, gently working out any tangles. When he laid me back against the bed again, my dress rose even higher up my legs. I felt his fingertips graze my bare thigh. "All mine to enjoy however I want." A pleasured sigh escaped his lips.

Again I stared at the ceiling, though I was so tempted to sneak a glance at Nathan while he undressed. It didn't take him long to strip naked and join me on the bed. With tender hands, he rubbed my feet. Then he spread my legs apart, which caused my dress to ride up and reveal my panties. He let out an appreciative moan at the sight of them. "While I love your panties," he said, his fingers grazing my crotch, "I love what's beneath them so much more."

I somehow managed to keep my breath steady as Nathan pulled off my underwear. Even when he brought them to his face and inhaled deeply, I didn't express my shock. I did, however, feel incredibly exposed with my legs spread wide. The air of the room felt cool against my pussy, which was shaved smooth.

I expected Nathan to slide a hand between my thighs, but he instead lifted my dress higher until my breasts were exposed. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against my right nipple, and I struggled not to moan. After teasing each nipple to hardness with his tongue, he whispered, "I own you, doll." I remained docile and unresisting when he pulled the dress over my head. Ever so gently, he kissed my mouth. "You're my most treasured possession."

Nathan propped me up ...

... against two pillows before straddling my torso, careful not to rest his full weight on my body. I was now at eye level with his hard cock. A drop of precum already waited for me on its tip. Though I did nothing to reveal my pleasure, I was thrilled he'd gotten so excited. Maybe these roles were more natural to us than we'd ever imagined.

He worked his fingers between my lips, opening them wide, and then slid his cock into my mouth. My own arousal grew until I was dripping wet. Mingled with my lust was a sense of relief. Gone was my constant self-judgment, and my habit of questioning every sound or move I made, wondering if it was the right response. As Nathan's doll, I wasn't expected to respond at all. Something like elation filled me when I realized I no longer felt detached from this experience. Before, I'd been so distracted, caught up in trying to see myself as Nathan did. Now my only role was to be his plaything, and I could lose myself in the bliss of surrendering all autonomy.

Nathan knew I had a weak gag reflex, but he didn't try to test it. Burying his fingers in my hair, he claimed my mouth with shallow thrusts. I merely wrapped my lips around his cock, letting him use me for his pleasure. He groaned as his breathing quickened. "What a lovely doll you are, taking my dick!"

Saliva began trickling from my lips, and I allowed myself to swallow before resuming my passive role. When Nathan finally withdrew from me, I stared ahead at his belly. My mouth remained ...