27 comments/ 48133 views/ 68 favorites The Doll Doctor By: DonnaBeck I would like to sincerely thank IanSaulWhitcomb for editing this story for me. ***** "Come on in," I yelled as my studio door gave that last creak it always gives rolling open. Then I dropped the door remote and used another one to turn down the Iggy Pop blasting through the studio. I didn't bother standing up from my worktable - it was a critical moment with the severed arm that had been giving me fits all morning. The morning sun winked at me through the roll-up door, and I glanced over just long enough to see a tall, thin silhouette eclipsing it. It was him, with what looked like a travel bag balanced on one shoulder - an unusually long, stiff travel bag. "Anywhere I can set this down?" I nodded at the other table. "I cleared that one over there for you. Hey, give me a minute, I'm just finishing something up." "I'm at your mercy." He really was. This guy had been emailing me for weeks, wanting to know if I could help him with a project that was outside my 'normal' scope of work. I don't usually do repairs; my business is making bodies intended for destruction. I'm a practical effects artist, specialized in realistic body parts for the movie industry. The arm in front of me, for example, needed to be smashed in a car door. But this director didn't just want a severed limb to be flashed on screen and glossed over with camera tricks. He wanted a close-up: the arm being smashed, the skin bulging and splitting before the audience hears the bone snap. "Does anyone ever tell you that you look like - " "Sarah Connor, Terminator Two? Only once or twice a day. It's the ponytail and tank top." I stayed focused on the tubular plastic artery I was finessing into the flesh of the silicone arm. "Hmmm, yes, well...I was thinking arms and lips." I paused and tried to suppress a grin, silently thanking Todd for showing me how to tone my arms without building up bulk. That had been one benefit of dating a personal trainer, the only other being mind-blowing sex that kept foiling my resolve to break up with that ass-wipe and stay away. Sex is kind of a weakness of mine, but this time it had been 72 days since I caved and gave in to Todd. "Lisa," I said, standing and wiping my hand on paint-splattered khakis. "But you knew that." "Yes. And you know I'm Darren," he answered, taking my outstretched hand to shake it. He was younger than I imagined, in his late twenties, which made him about a decade younger than me. "Would I recognize any of your work?" He asked, making a visual sweep of my studio. "Did you see 'Slither'?" He looked at me blankly, shaking his head. Probably not his genre. He looks more like a sci-fi guy than a horror guy. "It was uncredited apprentice stuff, but I kind of learned my chops on that one. 'Lawn Zombies' was my first big break." I get tired of namedropping about my work and was much more curious about what was in the bag. "Mind if I have a look?" I asked, stepping toward the table. "Um, no, no, let me do that." He stepped between me and the bag, "And uh, Lisa? I don't mean to be rude, but could you wash your hands first? I take really special care of Claire." Yeah, by fucking her so hard you break her back? I thought to myself, but I backed away and said, "Okay, sure." "I'm sorry, it's just that...well, she was really expensive and...like I said in the email, I need to get another year out of her, at least." "How much was she?" "Base price, four grand. But that was without any of the upgrades. I put almost five thousand into her all together." I approached the table again, drying my hands with a towel, and could see that he had the bag unzipped. But it was actually him I was studying. I had seen a documentary about men who had sex dolls, and it was pretty obvious to see why the guys in the video needed one. Most of them looked like they couldn't land a real chick if they wanted too, but Darren wasn't half bad. Definitely skinny and super nerdy, but he wasn't bad. "It was my graduation present to myself," he explained. "An investment, so I could focus on school." "Yeah?" Darren didn't seem to need much prompting to spill the beans. A talker. A talker with a story to tell. "Yes, well, I had a tough time in my undergrad studies. Not with school, but with girlfriend drama. Between the kick of falling in love, the hot and cold of the relationships, then the horrific breakups...I had to drop classes twice, and it really messed me up. Relationships are distracting. So I made a commitment to not date at all until I finish my PhD." "Why not just find a fuck-buddy? No commitment." Darren shrugged. "I'm not very good at that. If I like the sex, I tend to fall in love." "Yeah, that's a problem. Well, I admire your fortitude, Darren." I hoped he didn't think I was mocking him. I actually understood how distracting sex could be and wished I had his level of commitment. Besides, I own a few sex toys myself. Granted they all cost under a hundred bucks and easily fit in my purse. But what would it be like to have that sex toy attached to a body? To feel the weight on top of me, to have something to wrap my legs around. Uh-oh, getting off-track here. I put my focus back on the task at hand. He had the bag unzipped, and I could see his life-sized doll. "Would you help me lift her out? I can usually do it myself, but with her broken back, I want to be careful." "How much does she weigh?" "Sixty-five pounds." "Huh, not very life-like," I argued. "I weigh almost twice that." "Yeah, but it's dead weight, you'll see. Plus, Claire is only five foot. You're a little taller." "Well, they definitely put a substantial amount of that weight into her boobs. Jeez, Claire! No need for a bra, huh Ms. Perky?" Darren did not answer, which gave me the feeling I'd crossed some kind of line. I decided not to joke with Claire anymore and just help the poor guy fix his sex doll. He lifted her under the shoulders while I took her ankles, and together we lifted her out of the bag and onto the table. I was impressed with the feel of her. I hadn't expected her skin to be so soft. On a real person's ankles, you'd feel different amounts of give for skin and for tendons and muscle or fat, plus the solid bone of the ankle knobs and the shin. With Claire it was all a uniform gentle squishiness concealing the support inside. I couldn't feel the skeletal framework that provided structure to her form, but Darren had told me in email that it was PVC pipe covered by silicone and that he had broken the one in her back. Of course, in my industry I am used to fake looking real, so her face didn't really surprise me, but the overall attention to detail at making her 'feel' real was impressive. "Did you dress her, or did the clothes come with her?" "I bought her this outfit and a few others," Darren answered. "I like the knee socks." Darren had his doll in a short denim skirt, a cut-off tank top that barely covered her tits, and those tube knee socks with three bands around the top that were popular in the seventies. She had Converses on her feet, no wear and tear there. "Yeah, I've had a thing for socks lately. Can't explain it." "No need. Mind if we undress her and flip her over so I can assess the damage?" "Sure." I noticed she smelled of baby powder as I watched Darren removing her skirt, his gentle efforts laying bare a pink lacy thong. He eased Claire onto her side, revealing duct tape holding the tank top together in the back where he'd cut it apart. "It's difficult to get her arms over her head and causes too much wear and tear," he explained. He peeled the tape apart, then lay her flat again and slid the top down her arms to expose an enviable pair of tits. I could get silicone implants too, if I wanted them. With Claire down to her panties, shoes, and socks, Darren gently rolled her onto her belly. He seemed so tender and loving when he touched her that I had to remind myself this was the same animal who broke her back fucking her. "What a cute butt," I couldn't help saying. I am completely hetero, but also a very aesthetic person, and Claire's butt was perfect. She had the kind of ass I've done countless squats trying to obtain, but mine still had a dimple that drove me crazy. Not to mention the veins. "That's what's missing. Veins!" "I didn't pay for that upgrade. It was the only one I didn't get and at first I regretted it, but I'm used to the way she is now." "Hmmm...I could probably add some veins for you. But first let me see about her back." I slid an arm under Claire's belly and lifted her, trying to feel the damage through her tummy, but it was too deep. I used my other hand to feel the pipe from the back, which made it obvious what I'd need to do. "I'm going to have to cut into her back, Darren. I'm surprised the manufacturer didn't leave me any other way to access the pipe. But once I get to it, I'm pretty sure I can fix it. As far as the cut in the silicone, I can make it look like new again." "Really? Well, I guess you're the professional. I fixed a tear and it didn't come out right." "Where?" Darren paused before easing her thong down to reveal an anus covered in silicone scar tissue. I almost laughed and made a crude comment, but the pained look on his face stopped me. "She has three orifices and I'm afraid I damaged this one beyond repair. I used the recommended adhesive, knowing it would make her anus impenetrable, but I needed to fix it in order to prevent further structural damage. Damage that could interfere with her main feature." "May I have permission to do a more thorough inspection? I think I have access to materials in my industry that you are not aware of. I may be able to help the situation." "Really? Of course! Oh, thank you, Lisa. I'll admit, I was a little worried about what you might think of me, but you've been so cool about this." "Hey, I actually respect a healthy sex-drive and admire anyone who has found a solution to a temporary problem. But I hope you don't get too dependent on doll-sex and once you finish school, you opt for the real thing." Darren looked at me like I was crazy, "Well of course! Real sex is one of the key motivators that keeps me working on my dissertation sixty hours a week." Somehow that broke my heart. I decided right then and there to do whatever I could to help Darren with his educational goals and I told him so. Meanwhile I was about done with my assessment of Claire's torn and badly plugged anus. "Honestly, Darren, I don't know if I can get her ass fuckable again. I do think I can get it finger worthy. Do you want me to do that?" Darren's head dropped back, then he straightened again and looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Yes. Yes. Yes." I don't know if it was his body language or enthusiasm, but I could no longer deny the tingling that was occurring in my own panties. "What about her mouth, have you done any damage there?" "No. Her mouth doesn't open very wide, and I can't even get my dick all the way in there, so I usually just rub it on her lips." Oh fuck, I did not need to hear that. I rolled Claire onto her back, suddenly resentful that this doll was getting more sex than me. "May I examine her vagina?" I asked, trying to sound clinical. He hadn't said there was anything wrong with her vagina - I was just curious. "Sure. It slides out for cleaning." Darren showed me that where the flesh turned pink, it was really an insert. He separated her outer labia, then gently pulled out what looked like a pink fleshy tube. "Impressive. Now put it back in." Darren did as he was told, and once he had her main attraction back in place, I used my finger to explore Claire. I couldn't believe how realistic, tight, and muscular she felt. Of course I was feeling her without lubrication, but I could tell how this would be very satisfying. The vulva was extremely realistic - she even had a clitoris covered by a hood. "Do you perform oral sex on her?" I couldn't help myself. It was the first time Darren showed any signs of shyness, but he nodded, and maybe my expression said how hot I thought that was, because a grin grew across his face. "Hell yes, I do. You know, it isn't just masturbating. With Claire I can enjoy all forms of foreplay, and afterplay too." "Afterplay?" "We cuddle." "Wow." I stood there looking at this doll and now I knew I really hated her. I also knew I seriously needed to cum soon. "You're going to have to go now Darren. I have work to do. I'll email you and keep you up to date on how it's going." I rushed him out the door as it was closing, already regretting that I didn't have a vibrator with me. I came using the handle of a paintbrush while looking at Claire and imagining Darren eating her rubber pussy and stroking his own cock. * * * * * The repair was easy. Too easy. I could have finished it in a day, but I didn't want to. Instead I took my time and was very meticulous. After replacing the PVC pipe, I closed the 'wound' like it was surgery, taking way more time than necessary, gluing it together with a special silicone adhesive that I mixed to match Claire's skin tone, sealing from the inside out, one layer at a time, letting it set for twenty-four hours, and repeating until I reached the surface of the skin. I filled in the tiny line until it wasn't noticeable that she had ever been cut. I dissected away Darren's botched anal repair very carefully, then used latex to strengthen the area right above Claire's anus, and then more of the first adhesive to strengthen the bond. I even used a pink tone to make it pretty. I am a professional, after all. I dragged it out over five days so I could email Darren daily and let him know how it was going and also make small talk, so he would get more comfortable with me. During that time I ignored several emails and text messages from Todd showing his hot bod and hard cock, professing how much he missed me. I was glad to have this project to occupy my mind. Todd suddenly seemed overbuilt and vain, while Darren had become an obsession. I could not stop picturing him eating the pussy of a sex doll. Intellectually I felt like I should be turned off by this, maybe even creeped out, but I wasn't. Instead, I found his sexual hunger a huge turn-on. A tad bit kinky ... okay, a whole lot kinky. Regardless, I felt drunk with lust. I did a lot of research on the manufacturer of the doll. I learned about the options that could be customized. Eye color, hair color and length, skin tone, even nail polish. Darren had opted for the French manicure for Claire. Then there were nipple type and pubic hair options. That last one was one of the reasons I was dragging my feet. Claire had a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, and I had been waxed recently. I finally realized that I wasn't going to be able to hold out for the time it took to grow my pubes, so I added that to my list of things to talk to Oscar about. Oscar is good friend and make-up artist, and twisted enough himself to 'help a girl out' when she wants to role-play with her partner. That is how I explained my diabolic plan; as 'role-play,' and Oscar was on board. I set up an appointment for him to bring his kit to my studio Thursday morning. I found a red-haired straight bob on Amazon, along with a ridiculously short denim skirt, tube socks, and black Converses. I already owned a pink lacy thong and a white ribbed tank top, which I cut off to barely cover my boobs. I even cut the back and duct-taped it back together. When I had everything I needed, I emailed Darren and told him Claire was ready and he could pick her up Thursday. I told him to make sure he had some time to spare and didn't have to rush off, because I "wanted to go over some things" with him. Of course he agreed. Meanwhile, there was a song I couldn't get out of my head by Iggy and the Stooges. "I Wanna Be Your Dog," morphed into "I Wanna Be Your Doll." Thursday morning I was nervous. Sure, I could have just flirted with Darren and tried to seduce him, but that wasn't what I wanted. I needed to be clear about my intentions and not get into anything beyond the specific idea I had in mind. I figured the direct approach would work. He would either reject my offer and I would never have to see him again, or he could accept and... Oscar did an amazing job on my make-up after studying the photo of Claire's face. I didn't show him the actual doll because I'd promised Darren to keep it a secret. Oscar used a spray to cover my tattoos, and helped me get the green contacts in. "Girl, I've never seen you with fake nails. I thought they interfered with your work." "That's why I used press-on instead of acrylic. It is just for one day." I explained. When he was all done, Oscar stood back to look at me and admire his handiwork. "Girrrrrl, you are oozing slutty sex appeal!" And that was without the outfit. After Oscar left, I put on the wig and the clothes, then went over to have a little talk with Claire. I know, I was bordering on creepy here, but...I just wanted to get her blessing to 'borrow' her man with the contingency that I wouldn't keep him. I did fix her broken back and torn anus. The least she could do was loan me that hot nerd for just one day. * * * * * The roll-up door rattled at the sound of a knock. Oh god, he was early. He didn't recognize me at first, but I watched his face register what was going on. His expression blew right through horror, to confusion, and then settled on anger. "Is this your idea of a joke? I trusted you and you're making fun of me?" He looked around the room, like he was scanning for something. "I better not be on a reality show, Lisa. I'll fucking kill you, I swear!" "It's not a joke, Darren. You aren't on any show, I promise." "Then you're just mocking me for your own personal enjoyment? Where's Claire? Did you fuck with her?" "No, Darren, Claire's fine. In fact, she's better than fine." My tone seemed to relax him slightly. "Why are you dressed like her?" He didn't sound hostile anymore, just guarded. "Did you cut your hair?" "Maybe." I didn't want to tell him it was a wig. "Why did you do this?" Now he wore an expression of sadness, and it tore me up. He really didn't get it. "Don't you understand, Darren? I'm trying to turn you on." He stared at me like I might be pulling some kind of con. "What?" His posture softened - but not like he'd relaxed. More like ... weariness. I suddenly got the feeling that he had endured a lot of teasing in the past - that I shouldn't fuck with this guy. Well, I definitely should fuck with him, but not with his mind. Since he couldn't figure it out on his own, I needed to be blunt. "The way you talked about Claire and what you like to do to her really turned me on. A lot. I can't stop thinking about it, picturing it. Darren, I'm totally serious about this: I want to role-play for you. As Claire." He kept staring, and I got more and more nervous that I might be looking at rejection here ... until my eyes fell on the bulge in his pants. Erection or not, though, I guess it was still a challenge for him to accept what I was saying, because the next words out of his mouth were, "Really? Lisa, why? You've got to have lots of guys after you. Man, if you went outside dressed like that..." "I don't want lots of guys. I want someone to want treat me like you treat Claire. I want to be...used. But in the loving tender way that you behave with Claire." "I'm not always gentle with her," he warned. But a grin came over his face too. "Well...I was actually hoping that would be the case." His gaze changed, tightened, turned observant along with its disbelief. "You took out your nose ring." The Doll Doctor "Yep." "And covered your tattoos." "That too." He looked me up and down. "I like your socks." "I knew you would." "You did this for me?" He still couldn't get his head around it. "Um, not exactly, Darren. I did this for me. I want this. What I want you to do is take this remote and go back outside. I want you to wait a while and then come back in. I'm going to be on my back on this table, and I want you to pretend I'm Claire. I'm not going to move, I'm just going to...I want to feel what it is like to be her. Just once." I still hadn't knocked the disbelief out of his eyes, but that extremely promising bulge in his pants kept me from wavering. "If you don't want to do this, just walk right past me and get Claire from the back room. I'll send you a bill, but I won't ever want to talk to you again. If you do want to act out this fantasy, well...I wanna be your doll." I clicked the button to start the door rolling down and tossed him the remote. "Go!" * * * * * Lying on my back, I tried not to tremble. I wasn't scared of rejection anymore. Something told me Darren would come back in that door and fulfill my fantasy. But I was shaking with anticipation. I worked on some deep breathing. Then I heard the door rise and creak, and I tried to stay perfectly still. The door slowly rolled back down. I heard him walking toward me, but instead of looking, I remained static in my doll pose. I could see him standing beside me, but only in my peripheral vision, because I didn't turn my head. Then I felt his breath on my cheek and heard him whisper, "I missed you, Claire." I knew I was trembling, but he didn't acknowledge that. Instead he walked around the table, inspecting me. I felt his hand lightly touch my arm. "Wow, Lisa is good. It looks like she gave you some upgrades. I see she installed the eye-blinking chip and the breathing module. I didn't even know they had those features available yet. And the body heat feature too ... very nice. But why did she deflate your tits?" And that was when I realized Darren was not only a sexy hot nerd, but really fucking funny too. But I didn't laugh. I was an ice queen. Darren's hands gently stroked my arm, then glided across my belly. He crawled onto the table and scooped both hands behind my shoulder blades to lift my back off the hard surface. I heard the duct tape rip . Then he lay my bare back down. I didn't make eye contact. I tried to remain perfectly still, even when he lowered my tank top the same way I'd watched him take it off of Claire. I didn't help or cooperate at all. I tried to control my breathing, but now my tits were exposed and ... I don't know if this is normal, but my nipples get hard whenever I even look at them. Having Darren stare at my tits stirred me up, even without him actually touching me. I had a brief moment of worry that they wouldn't look as good as Claire's. But then I felt myself getting wet and remembered wet pussy trumps fake tits. Ha-ha, Claire. Darren started massaging my breasts with both hands. I locked my focus on a spot on the ceiling and tried to control my breathing. He didn't bother trying to hide how turned-on he was, and he didn't need to, so I heard his breathing and even a little moan. Oh my god, how am I going to keep this up? He just started. "Your tits feel really good," he whispered in my ears. Did he mean my tits or Claire's tits? Oh god, of course he meant my tits! That was my nipple being rolled between his forefinger and thumb. He started kissing my cheek, and it took every ounce of willpower in my being not to turn and meet his mouth with mine. I kept my lips parted but not closed, just like Claire. But I wasn't expecting him to insert a finger in my mouth and start exploring! Don't close, don't suck - keep the tongue still! Then he lowered that hand to my skirt and unzipped it. I didn't cooperate by lifting my hips, so he had to sit up and do a lot of work to shimmy that skirt off of me. After he got the skirt past my feet, he tossed it aside and sat next to me, unbuttoning his shirt. I wished I could look at him - I was so curious to see what his body looked like. But I continued to stare at the spot on the ceiling. What was he doing? Fingers on the side of my pink panties, lifting them, pulling the fabric gently to the left - oh, my hot nerd had decided to check my hair status. "Perfect," he whispered. Oscar's expertise at fake facial hair paid off. The only flaw was, I knew the patch of hair couldn't withstand much friction, and I was really craving a lot of friction. Darren pulled my panties down carefully, and though I am sure I was shaking with lust, he ignored it. The underwear removal was almost as difficult as the skirt - I continued to offer no assistance whatsoever. "Claire, did Lisa try to have sex with you? I saw the way she admired your shape, and I started to wonder, actually, I've been fantasizing all week that she would have sex with you." "Really, she sat on your face? ... Did you like it, Claire? ... Oh my god, that is so hot. Yes, I think a threesome is a great idea, I'll be sure and ask her." It took everything in my power not to laugh. Then he parted my legs. And I about died. The crazy thing is he didn't touch me for a few seconds. I don't know if he was just looking at me or what, but after what seemed like a long time, I heard him unbuckling, then unzipping, and then I heard the 'swoosh' of fabric. I was practically panting and I could feel my wetness. I could even smell it, putting another mental tally mark in the 'Lisa' versus 'Claire' column. His hand settled onto my thigh, stroking his skin against mine. I wondered if he was always like this, so extremely patient, or if he was trying to impress me. I didn't want him to try to impress me. I wanted him to have his way with me. And I didn't imagine I could be any more turned on than I already was, until I felt his mouth on my tit. I'm sure a tiny gasp escaped my lips - I couldn't help it - but I quickly reeled it in and regained my composure. That is to say, as much composure as an extremely sexual woman can have with a hot nerd clamped down on her nipple, lying on top of her while his hand casually teases the external folds of her labia. If I weren't a doll right now, I'd so throw you down and fuck the shit out of you. Seriously, I began to wonder if I could handle this, mentally. It was torture. He just kept flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue and teasing my pussy without penetration for an eternity. Fuck me already! Then he propped himself on his elbow and apologized. "I'm sorry Claire, I'm extremely horny. I've really missed you, and I am super-anxious to fuck you. I think I can only manage about twenty minutes of oral right now." Somehow, I kept the scream completely internal. A very ample hard-on pressed into my leg, and I sensed it leaking precum down my inner thigh. Darren lowered himself between my legs. I continued my attempt at "dead weight" as he moved my feet and bent my legs at the knees. Of course I was still in my socks and Converses, which he seemed intent to leave on. Fuck, I could literally feel his breath on my pussy - it must have been visibly wet. A finger gently parted my labia, don't scream, don't scream, followed by a slow lick from bottom to top. "Fucking yum," he said. Then he dove in. His face buried itself in my pussy, licking and sucking and fucking with abandon, shaking side to side as if trying to wedge in deeper, and driving me beside myself. This was by far the best, the most enthusiastic face-fucking of my entire life. Darren was a spelunker, determined to plunge into my depths. I didn't even need to grab the back of his head to pull him in further; he pulled himself in, fucking me with his mouth, with his tongue, even with his nose. Then he rammed a finger into me and wasn't exactly gentle about it, jolting me involuntarily into an orgasm I could not even remotely pretend to hide. "Fuck yeah," I heard him mumble into my pussy as I quivered in orgasmic bliss with shock waves echoing all through my body. "Mmmmm," he moaned into me. I couldn't believe I wasn't screaming. I couldn't remember ever coming so hard, and I tried, I really tried, to keep my panting below a roar as I caught my breath. Darren was breathing loudly too, and then I noticed a wetness on my shin. It was his cum on my leg. How did that happen? Was he stroking himself as he ate me? Oh my god, that was hot. Why hadn't I placed mirrors around the room so I could see that? Darren flopped down next to me, kissing my neck and face where I could smell myself on him. It was excruciating not to respond to his kisses. After a guy makes me cum, I get incredibly amorous, especially after an orgasm of that caliber. But I pretended to be a statue, a shivering, orgasmic, very satisfied yet still completely aroused statue. "You taste amazing today, Claire. Better than you've ever tasted before." I tried to suppress a grin as his hand roamed my body. Then he flipped me over. And I got scared. The shudder I gave was probably indistinguishable from all the other trembling and quivering I had been unable to suppress, so even if he sensed it, he couldn't know he was approaching "no-no" land as he very slowly kissed down my spine, one vertebra at a time, pausing only to compliment Lisa's handiwork and say the scar wasn't even visible. But I know where that spinal cord leads, and it tucks into the space where 'no man has roamed before.' Surprised? Well, I've probably come across as a very open-minded and experimental person up to this point, but the truth is I'm squeamish about my butthole. It's a hygiene concern, not that I didn't take great care to clean myself up and prepare for this encounter, but, but, but, butt, butt - Oh fuck, he's at my butt. Pervy nerd boy was spreading my butt cheeks apart and licking my crack with his signature enthusiasm, and I was supposed to be a compliant sex doll. Oh fuck, what a dilemma. I used all my will not to squirm away. Relax, breath, relax into it. He wants to do this, he doesn't mind. Oh my god, oh my. Oh wow...uh-oh...he lightly tickled around my anus with a finger, and I felt the other hand spread my legs, and I consciously didn't help him move me. Oh my god, he is ambidextrous. Oh wow, how is he doing that? I was enjoying this way too much, way more than I was supposed to, way more than I ever thought I would, and his moans and hard dick grinding into my thigh told me he was enjoying it just as much. A brief panic passed through me as I realized he might try to put that monster in my ass. He can't! I'd told him I couldn't get Claire's ass fuck-worthy - oh, but I did say that she might be able to ... oh my god. I no sooner thought it than felt it, a finger sliding up into my butt, rolling the image of a bowling ball down a throbbing gutter in my mind. Oh this is good. I tried to relax, to stay in character, but what had happened to Claire's butt terrified me. Somehow, though, I got myself to loosen up. Relaxing helped. I didn't know it would feel this good, but of course it is only one...oh fuck, now it's two. That's got to be two. No more Darren, I try to tell him telepathically, really, I can't take anymore and ...holy crap, I feel so full and don't even have a dick in me, this guy is so good, so amazing and he's gently chewing on my ass cheek at the same time and ... then he pulls out. And stops. Did I do something wrong? Why did he stop? I can't turn around and look at him, so I stay motionless, wondering what he is going to do. I hear something I can't place, then seconds pass, and I can hear him breathing, but he doesn't say or do anything. Is he having second thoughts? Did I turn him off somehow? Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he gently touches my butt cheek. Then he starts massaging my ass harder with both hands. I am so turned on and so relieved to have his hands back on me, I am sure if he touches my pussy at this point I will spontaneously combust. I feel his weight on me, not all of him, and he slides a hand underneath me to rub my clit. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, I can't help it ... the right amount of pressure from his weight, the pressure in front, him breathing into my neck, and the whole time my arms are flat at my side and I'm not reacting verbally, but my pussy is screaming at him with its wetness and then he does it again, Mr. Ambi-nerd-boy uses his second hand to fill my pussy with two fingers from behind and he bumps my g-spot while grinding my clit with the palm of his hand. I explode with orgasm. An inhuman sound escapes my mouth. I didn't know if it was a scream, a groan, a yell ... I just knew that all my holding back, every second of restraining myself, burst out of me and filled the room at once, and my body, which that was supposed to be 'dead weight, bucked off the table about a foot. I couldn't control it. I actually closed my eyes and saw flashes of light as my limbs and spine reacted against my will. It was just one loud, guttural noise that I made, but my body continued screaming to Darren that he was giving me the most undeniably fantastic orgasm of my life. It was a good thing I couldn't speak. I was so giddy with sex that if I'd opened my mouth at that moment, I would have professed my undying love for him. I would have asked to marry him, offered to have his baby, to wash his clothes, to lick his ass. Oh hell, did I just think that? There are times when it is best to hold one's tongue and let the feelings pass. He was hugging me as much as one could hug a stiff body, while my tremors subsided. "Good girl, Claire," he whispered in my ear. "I wanted you to catch up with me and have a second orgasm." When had he cum again? Oh, the pause after licking my ass? Oh my god, nerd-boy was such a hot perv, and apparently ready to go again since I could feel his rod pressing into my side. Darren rolled me onto my back. I did nothing to help him. "Uh-oh, look what happened, Claire." I made myself proud managing to keep my head still. Luckily, I didn't need to turn it at all. He held the dainty patch of hair up in front of my eyes. "I rubbed your little patch of hair off, Claire, I'm sorry. Maybe we can get Lisa to re-attach it. But actually...I'm kinda' digging this hairless look. Yeah, Claire, you feel really good, really smooth. It's like ... it's like I'm cheating on you with Lisa ... What's that? You wouldn't mind? You want to hear what I would do to her? Oh, Claire, you're such a nasty girl. Well ... when I met Lisa, I hadn't expected her to be so fucking hot. Yeah, beautiful and sexy. I had an overwhelming desire to bend her over this table right here and take her from behind. What's that, Claire? You want to role-play Lisa for me? Damn, you're a nasty girl. Okay, be Lisa for me." God this guy was a complicated perv. Now I was role-playing a doll role-playing me. I didn't think he could possibly top what he'd already done, but then he rolled me to the side of the table and let my legs dangle to the ground while keeping my weight on my belly. He placed his dick at my entrance, allowing just the head to enter me, and paused. The fact that he was now calling me Lisa had me swooning, but he wasn't just saying my name, he was worshiping my body with both hands, all the while holding still with the mushroom head of his cock barely inside my pussy. I could have cried with joy or frustration. Instead, I held still and remained silent. "Damn Lisa, I've been thinking about this all week. I imagined you'd look beautiful naked, but you've exceeded my expectations by some margin. I fucking love you in these socks, by the way. God, you look and feel so good," I felt him kissing the back of my neck with an open mouth. "And you taste ... mmmmm." And then he did it. He slid his cock into me with the patience and restraint of a blessed saint, if saints were allowed to fuck. And it was a good thing he took his time, because Nerd-Boy-Darren was a tight fit. An extremely tight fit. I had not been able to get a look at his cock or even feel it in my hand; I had only felt him pressed into my leg and side, so I really didn't know what to expect. With my docile arms by my side, he filled me so full of cock that my eyes bulged. Then he wiggled side to side, as if trying on something new. I died a thousand times. I wanted to be a statue, to remain a statue. I wanted to turn to marble with Darren's dick buried deep inside me, then be put on display in a beautiful rose garden so that passers-by would see the look of heavenly bliss on my face and say, "Wow. She died happy." Then he slowly slid out of me, and I mentally built a shrine to him and committed myself to falling on my knees and worshipping at the Darren altar of amazing cock for eternity. Fuck, nerd-boy could fuck. He took his time at first, which was a good thing, given his size, but then he gradually gained momentum and pounded into me like a pile driver. I might have lost consciousness for a moment, until my pussy did a dance I had never felt before, clenching and squeezing as I climbed the peak to orgasmic summit and leapt off its precipice into pure ecstasy. I floated back into reality and landed with a thud when Darren pulled that beautiful cock out of me so it landed and nestled between my butt cheeks like a polish sausage in a bun, spewing hot goo all over my back. His moan was so beautiful I could have cried. He stayed on top of me a minute or two, gently stroking my arms and kissing my shoulders. Then he rolled off and hugged me from the side. I wasn't sure what to do. Stay in character? I wanted to turn and kiss him and talk to him and tell him how amazing I thought he was, but I knew I couldn't. He stood up and went over to my sink and came back with a wet towel and started cleaning my back, completely in character. Then he whispered in my ear, "Sorry, Claire, I don't have any baby powder here," solidifying my determination to keep the game going. But he just sat there. Finally, I looked at him, and he grinned back at me. The restraint it took not to fuck this guy back was nothing compared to the discipline it took to stay with my decision. "You better go now, Darren. I've got to get back to work." His face shifted, quickly, and then the cheerful smile returned to his lips, but not to his eyes. "Okay, sure, Lisa." He walked to my back room to get Claire, and I quickly hopped up and put on the wrap I had laid out and went to help him. He inspected Claire, thanked me profusely, and tried to take cash out of his wallet, but that felt too weird. I told him I would email a bill. Then I helped him lower Claire back into the bag. I used the remote to roll up the door, and he stopped and looked at me. "Lisa, I just want to -" "Don't, Darren. It was perfect. It was everything I hoped for and fantasized about. I'm going to relive this in my mind a thousand times, I'm sure. But we can't keep doing this. You need to concentrate on school. Now go!" I smiled at him as I hit the remote and the door started lowering, showing him he only had a few seconds to get out. He kissed me quickly and ran out the door with Claire balanced high on his shoulder. * * * * * I completely lost interest in Todd after that. I even lost interest in my work, which was not a good thing. Every time I opened my roll-up door, I hoped I would see the silhouette of that skinny nerd walking toward me. I decided to take a project out of town, something I hadn't done in a long time. I needed to get away. I ended up going out with a stunt guy on the new project. Martin was really hot looking, and we went out for a few months, but unfortunately a sexy body doesn't trump a sexy mind. I mentally put a tally mark in the Nerd-Boy-Darren column. The Doll Doctor Darren sent me an email after a few months, a photo of him and Claire together. When I saw the subject line, I was a little scared to open it, but the photo wasn't sexy, it was hilarious. It showed the two of them sitting at a table playing poker with a bottle in front of them and cigarettes hanging off their lips. I just answered with 'lol.' I didn't want him to stop, but I didn't know what to say. About a month later I got one of them playing twister. I didn't answer. Sure it was funny, but I still couldn't believe I felt jealous of that fucking doll. The third one was months later and much more risqué. Claire had her head in his lap while Darren was dressed in a suit, reading the paper. I knew she couldn't fit her mouth around him, so I actually laughed at that one. I made a list of all the reasons I shouldn't like him: he's too young, he fucks a doll, he needs to finish school, he's a fucking nerd. God, was he a hot fucking nerd. My list didn't work. Then I told myself it was just sex and I didn't really know him at all and that we had nothing in common aside from super-charged sex drives. I was starting to believe that, when he called. "Hey, Lisa, it's Darren. Remember me?" Yeah, like I could forget the guy who gave me the three best orgasms of my life. "Oh yeah, hey, Darren, what's up?" I tried to make my voice sound casual as my heart pounded against my sternum. "I wanted to know if I can take you out to dinner. It would be a celebratory dinner. I finished my dissertation." "You what?" "I finished, Lisa. You knew I would finish, didn't you?" "Well, I hoped so, I mean ... wow. I'm so proud of you, Darren!" He had no idea. Fireworks were going off in my brain. "Yeah, well, thanks, Lisa. I admit, you added some increased motivation. I've been working almost every waking hour since I last saw you." I couldn't believe it. "So I'm ready for some fun," he said. "Oh." He meant sex. Of course he wanted more sex. "With me as Claire, right?" "What? No. No. You said that was a one-time thing. That's not what I want. Wait, is that what you want?" "No ... well ... no ... I mean ... maybe?" Darren didn't say anything for a second. "I want to date you, Lisa. I want to get to know you better. And of course I want to have sex with you, but only if things lead there naturally." It was my turn to be speechless. "Okay. Okay, Darren. I want to get to know you too. And I really want to celebrate you finishing school. I'm really, really, impressed by the sacrifice you made to reach your goals." I meant it. Darren laughed and said, "Okay, good. How's Friday?" "Perfect." "But hey, Lisa, just out of curiosity - did you happen to save those tube socks?" "Yes," I laughed, "and I bought four more pairs."