Perhaps it was a release of energy from the fucking I was undergoing.Perhaps it was a release of energy from the fucking I was undergoing. She took one last look at me from the door. I looked at her wide eyed, pleading, a cock in my ass and another in my left hand. She smiled, blew me a kiss and disappeared. I sat / stood / layed there. I enjoyed the slow rhythmic stroking of the cock making friends with my rear. The sensations were much more pleasurable than I ever would have believed. The person availing himself in my left hand was pounding the poor dolls head in a nonstop frenzy. I tried to match my contractions to his pumps, but his furious lovemaking was hard to follow. I squirmed my ass and tried to wiggle the best I could to get the most out of my rear- end lover. Thoughts of him made me forget the scenario before my eyes, until I saw the side door open. In came a man, well-dressed, wearing a dark pin stripe suit. I did not move my head to see his face. I remembered her final words as she left. She told me that none of my "customers" tonight knew that there really was a person inside the dolls. As far as they were concerned, these were life-like mannequins with special features to accentuate the experience of sex. To this end, I did not move my head, but tried to observe his motion with my eyes. He removed his shoes, leaving them neatly under the bench against the right side of the room. He dropped his pants to the floor and lay them carefully on the bench. I then saw him turn and observe me, and my apparent situation. All he saw a young woman in a period costume. |