5 comments/ 49216 views/ 6 favorites Doll Empire By: RWMASTER Chapter 01 – Legacy Mornings were still the most difficult part of the day. Waking up to an empty house, without the smell of burnt toast filling the air or the sounds of his old man flipping noisily through the newspaper to greet him, but, rather, waking up to the knowledge that he was alone in the world. The only family he had ever known, gone forever. It all seemed so unreal and he could physically feel the pain gripping his entire body every single day. Still, reluctantly, Stephen swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there, dreading the notion that today he would begin packing up his parent's room. He had not been in there since the day following the funeral and had been actively avoiding it for close to six months now. A gentle knocking pulled him out of his reverie and he looked up to see Sarah standing at his bedroom door, smiling lovingly at him. "You feeling ready for this?" her voice was sweet and forcibly upbeat. "Not sure...but with you here it should be easier." It was a lame attempt at acknowledging her constant support over the last few months. The smile on Stephen's lips more for her benefit than due to any real sense of relief or levity. Sarah really was a sweetheart, he thought, an all-American, girl-next-door type with flowing blonde hair and a beautiful smile. "Well, that's what I'm here for, right?" she replied, gracefully turning on her heels and walking away toward the stairs, her sundress molding to the curves of a body sculpted by years of playing competitive sports, teasing Stephen with the promise of what lay beneath. 'What the hell?!' - The thought of her naked body underneath that dress caught him by surprise, actually making him a bit embarrassed, almost as if he was being improper by thinking of her in that way while preparing to put his parent's belongings away. Yet there was no denying how much he was enjoying watching her walk away. The image of her nude body, with that perfectly round behind and those incredibly long, toned legs hiding her clean, shaved pussy burning in his brain. He could almost touch her. "Are you coming baby?" Sarah was standing by the stairs. 'God she looked beautiful.' "I'll be right there" was the weak reply. After a quiet breakfast together Sarah cleaned up the table and joined Stephen as he made his way upstairs, holding his hand all along until they solemnly crossed the threshold into his parent's room. A sweet dampness hung in the air mixing in with the smell of his mother's perfume. They quietly got down to business, carefully putting things in boxes as they moved methodically through the room. They had been at it for a couple of hours and Stephen was almost done clearing out his father's bedside table when he saw the envelope. It was small and square, and entirely unremarkable. It had his name written on it in what looked like pencil, a bit of which came off on his thumb as he unconsciously pulled the envelope towards his chest. A flood of memories nearly overwhelmed him. Snap shots of earlier, happier days spent with his dad fishing and riding bikes by the beach. The sound of his voice resonating in his head as he called his name when he got too far ahead. With these thoughts dancing through his head he gently tore at the seal and pulled out a single piece of paper with what appeared to be his father's handwriting. "Dear Stephen, I write this note simply to remind you of how much I have loved you and your mother all this years. I know I probably never said it enough, but words never seemed to suffice. All I can hope for now is that you will soon find that you possess, within you, all the tools necessary to gain the happiness that I found with your mother, for your own life. I love you son." Stephen was absorbed by the small paper in his hands when the though of Sarah's naked form flashed before his eyes once again. A searing image burning quickly; like black powder. When the image disappeared he found myself staring into Sarah's deep blue eyes, her arms wrapped tightly around him. The kiss began softly, almost reverential in its intimacy. Sarah's body felt warm and comforting in a way that only comes from years of mutual affection. But there was also something else in that warmth...a different and more intense sort of heat. The temperature continued to rise and soon they were both holding each other tighter, their mouths locked in a kiss more passionate and animalistic then any they had ever shared before. Stephen could feel the heat coming from Sarah's mouth engulfing his whole body and through the burning haze he felt her hands tentatively reach for his swelling cock, which was straining the fabric his jeans, her chest heaving as she squeezed and pulled at him. His body responded instinctively, his hands reaching for her ass, lifting her onto the tips of her toes, trying to bring her closer than he knew was physically possible, pressing his cock against her cunt, the thin fabric of their clothes the only thing separating the two. "Fuck." The word surprised him coming out of her mouth. He couldn't remember Sarah ever saying the 'f' word before. "Aah...fuck...mmm" her pelvis grinding against his groin, begging for contact. Well if fucking was what she wanted then that's what he would give her. He frantically pulled her sundress up and over her hips, desperately trying to get at her panties, planning to pull them down but, before he had time to do anything else, she had already wrapped her right leg around his waist and was frantically fumbling with piece of cotton covering her slit, trying to move it aside so she could get his cock inside her. There was no teasing, no hesitation, she simply pulled her panties aside and pulling his dick out of his pants guided him right into her expectant pussy. He had never known her to be this wet. Her cunt slick with fluid which easily coated the head of his swollen head making him harder than he could ever remember being and, without needing any more incentive, Stephen pushed into her as deep as he could go, her insides grabbing at his meat like a wet fist. "Fuck, I love your cock baby." Her breath tickled his ear and her words tickled him elsewhere. Stephen loved dirty talk but he had long ago resigned himself to the idea that Sarah just wasn't 'that' girl. Yet, here she was, lost in the moment. Fulfilling one of his fantasies. "I love you baby." He muttered as he put his right arm around her body, reaching once more for her ass, his fingers hooking on her panties pulling them farther from her soaking wet pussy and his left hand dug into the flesh of her thigh which was draped on his hip and he began to pump into his girlfriend like he had always wanted to, but had never done before. "NNNNG! FFFAH!" Her moaning was music to his ears. It filled the room and stoked the fire in his balls, impossibly raising the heat already building there. He, on the other hand, could do nothing but grunt, feeling like he was watching the whole scene happen in front of him. His dick making wet noises as he pistoned in and out of her tight slit all the while Sarah's hands were busy playing with...no, this was definitely not playing. She was torturing her tits through her dress, kneading and squeezing her flesh ferociously; pinching and pulling her delicate nipples through the thin fabric. Stephen's body was now on auto-pilot, his hand leaving her ass to reach for the shoulder strap on her dress and pulling it down her arm, revealing a gorgeous pale breast now covered with red marks were her hands had broken some capillaries, its beautiful pink nipple erect and hard as a pebble. The sight of her continuing to pull and pinch it with such ferocity left him breathless. He continued pumping harder and faster in and out of her cunt until he began to feel Sarah's body tensing in his arms and her pussy walls began contracting around his dick like those cuffs they use at the doctor's offices to measure blood pressure, making him harder than he had ever been before. He could tell that she was close to orgasm. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" The words rushed from Sarah's lips and her eyes locked onto his as she readied herself for what was to come. Wrapping her arms around his neck for leverage she raised herself slightly and with a swift motion impaled herself on his cock and she began to ride her orgasm, moaning loudly, her face inches away from his her pussy relentlessly trying to draw him further in and to push him out all at the same time. Stephen was blissfully aware of her juices, running out of her cunt and dripping down his ball sack while she slowly gyrated her hips, trying to prolong the pleasure visibly ripping through her. The orgasm lasted a minute or two and as she slowly came down from her high she briefly pulled away and looked at him with a singular look in her eyes. The look was not of surprise or fear but rather something in between. Her body seemed to be on fire and each touch from him made her catch her breath. She continued to stare at him and he watched as her eyes sparkled and the sexiest little smirk he had ever seen began to pull at the edges of her reddening lips. She swiftly fell to her knees and without ever letting her eyes leave his, she put her lips around his cock, swallowing the head and half of his erection in one motion, savoring the bitter-sweet taste of her own cum. The feel of her lips wrapped around his cock was incredible, she had stopped looking up at him and was now completely engrossed with the task at hand. But she wasn't just sucking him off though. No, this was something else entirely. She was hungry for his meat, that much he was sure of for he had never had anyone devour his cock the way she was doing it right now. He saw her lips open wide and felt her hands reach for his ass and she began to pull him into her mouth, his rod pushing against the back of her throat making her gag a little at the intrusion but never stopping nor pulling back. Stephen was in heaven, he wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn't much care for an explanation either. He simply found himself putting his fingers through Sarah's silky blonde hair, watching his sweet girl try to put more and more of his cock in her mouth, her tits swollen and covered in perspiration. Her moaning sending incredible sensations through his entire body and the look in her eyes once they reopened seemed to beg for more even as she gagged on his rod as he mercilessly rammed it down her throat. "Oh you fucking slut! You fucking dirty, cock sucking slut!" The words just exited his mouth in a raspy, breathless grunt; his internal censor long ago abandoned as he wantonly continued to face fuck his girlfriend. "MMMM FUUGGN, OOOH FUUGN!" Her moaning was uncharacteristically loud and wholly unintelligible. Her eyes widening on hearing his words and before he could try to figure out if that was going to put a premature end to the festivities, her hand flew down to her crotch, frantically pulling at her panties, trying to reach her burning pussy which she fiercely stuffed two fingers into as she exploded in a second orgasm, this one obviously unlike anything she could have imagined possible before today; her eyes shut tightly as she rode the waves of pleasure with her fingers making loud wet noises as they went in an out of her soaked cunt, her moans resonating in her mouth and through the dick inside of it. The sight of his dick buried to the hilt inside Sarah's beautiful mouth, coupled her moans vibrating through it and the newfound knowledge that at this moment she was completely his, proved to be too much for him, so he tightened his hold on her hair and resolved to fulfill at least one more sexual fantasy right then and there. The pressure building in his groin was unimaginable and her reaction to him calling her a slut was a fuse and after only a second or two he exploded in her mouth. A thick wad of pent up cum came shooting out of him and straight down her throat, which, although willing, was simply not used to that kind of abuse. Sarah choked on the warm cream and with a cough pushed his dick out of her mouth. But he wasn't to be completely denied because with the speed that comes from sheer, red-blooded-lust, he grabbed his spewing dick and without letting go of her silky hair, proceeded to spray the rest of his load on her pretty face. His cum came in thick, creamy ropes that crisscrossed Sarah's face from her forehead to her neck. Months of pent up semen, sticking to his girlfriends face as she tried to control her coughing and held out her tongue, hoping to catch some of it in her open mouth. By the time he was finally done squirting on her face, Sarah was wrapping her delicate fingers around his still hard cock and proceeded to clean it up. Her tongue drawing slow, deliberate strokes from his balls to the tip of his head, where she would wrap her lips around it, sucking all that was left in him. All Stephen could do was look down at Sarah's face covered in cum and watch his softening dick disappear once more into that incredible mouth and he heard himself whisper, "What the fuck just happened?" Later that night, laying awake in bed, Sarah closely at his side, her thigh resting on his stomach, her hand on his chest; their mixed cum staining the sheets between her legs where it had leaked out of her pussy; her breathing, steady. A familiar monotone. At that moment Stephen couldn't stop thinking about the events of the previous day. The realization that they had been at least partially naked for the better part of a whole day brought a satisfied grin to his lips. He had thought that after they had finished having sex – fucking was a more appropriate term perhaps – the first time, that they would simply get back to the task at hand, but within a few minutes of his cock finally leaving her lips, he had found myself thinking of her and how hot she had looked while he fucked her and soon afterward they were at it again. They had sex through out the house. In the kitchen; in the bathroom; in the study and even in the shower – a big no-no so far in their relationship. Not to mention on the bed, on tables and desks, counters and stairs. Against the wall of every room and on the floor of most of them. What had until today been nothing more than fantasies had all turn into a whirlwind of flesh and sex, which Stephen was now trying to resolve in his own head. It seemed clear that, at the very least, this was uncommon behavior for both of them. Him, too scared and insecure to be this dominating or assertive, constantly afraid that if he pushed too hard he would simply end up losing Sarah. While she had always demonstrated that there were some very clear boundaries determining what he could hope for sexually. None of that seemed to apply today. Was it just pity that moved her to please him on such an emotional day? Was this break-up sex? Did she plan on dumping him and thought that giving him one last hurrah would make it easier, less problematic for her? The possibilities raced through his head and that last thought brought a smile to his lips as he looked at the girl beside him and the perfect curve of her ass. 'If that was her plan then I think I could live with a break up,' he thought. Little did he know how wrong that would prove to be. His mind kept racing for a good while longer but at some point exhaustion caught up with him and he drifted off to one of the best and most contented nights of sleep in his life. In that moment, life was good. * * * The cold roused Sarah sometime in the middle of the night, the sweat from her body having chilled as she lay naked, her body draped over Stephen's. His breathing was slow and rhythmic, comforting her and bringing a smile to her face. She thought of all they had done that day and she realized with pleasure that she was happy. Quietly she reached for the cover crumpled at the foot of the bed and pulled it over both of them, inching closer to him until she could feel her naked clit pressing against his thigh and her nipples being tickled by his chest hairs. "I love you," she whispered in his ear and she lay her head back down to sleep. Doll Empire Ch. 02 Author's Note: I would like to thank all those who continue to encourage new writers like me. Constructive criticism is always welcome as it will hopefully lead to a better story for both the reader and also myself. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy the rest of the journey. Chapter 02 – Morning Stephen woke up, relaxed and happier than he remembered being in quite some time. The smell of sex still filled the air, mixing in with the sweet smell of soap coming from the steamy bathroom. Memories of the previous day came rushing back, filling his head with images of Sarah in various states of undress, her skin glowing and terse to the touch. Her long legs wrapped around his torso pulling him deeper and deeper into her. Her husky moans rang in his ears, causing his dick to twitch under the covers. She looked so perfect, her body so smooth and long, sculpted by years of dedicated volleyball and dance practices. The images were so real that he felt he could once again touch her. His hand tentatively began to reach out when through that happy haze of sleep he saw Sarah emerge - as if by magic - from the steam. A glistening revelation, stepping out of his dreams and into his room, sunlight bouncing off her still damp skin, her breasts standing firm and proud as she dried her hair with a towel. "Good morning baby." Her voice was so sweet and tender and her eyes seemed to have developed a richer, deeper shade of blue overnight, her hands still held high above her head as she wrapped a towel around it stretching her body upwards, making her look like the muse that must have inspired the early Greek and Italian masters. When she reached his bedside she leaned into him easily - her perfect tits hanging firmly from her chest, her nipples red and perky - and planted a kiss on his lips as deep as he could remember ever sharing with anyone in his life. Their tongues chased each other in their mouths as her hand reached down to grab his morning erection giving it a playful squeeze. "God, I love your cock!" The ease with which she said this as she pulled away from him struck him. "I wish I could have it inside me all the time." This time not satisfied with shocking Stephen with her words, she proceeded to put her lips on the tip of his cock and casually gave it a loving smooch. Maybe she said something else after that, maybe about work or school or something, but all he could process at that point was the sight of her perfect ass swaying majestically, her still swollen lips peeking between her legs as she walked away. The rest of the morning was spent in a fog that not even an extra long shower could dissipate. Shaving, dressing, breakfast, all part of the same dream, throughout which Stephen kept looking at Sarah and imagined doing all sorts of dirty and nasty things to her. Finally, Sarah gathered her things and headed for the door. Stephen had always had a thing for beautiful women in business attire and always thought that Sarah looked stunning in them. Today she was wearing a crisp, short sleeved white blouse that hugged her incredible figure - making her tits look at least a cup size larger than the 34B he knew them to be, heaven bless whomever invented the push-up bra, he thought - which she had tucked into a charcoal, knee length pencil skirt that molded to her hips and ass and seemed to extend those already impossibly long, bare legs even more; all leading to a sexy pair of three inch, purple suede pumps that matched the color of her barely visible and magical bra. That flashing again. Sarah's legs wrapped around his hips as he pumped in and out of her repeatedly; fiercely pushing her against the wall, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her hair flowing loosely, her bra and blouse hopelessly trying to contain her tits. When he came to, "Come here" was all he needed to say. The look in his eyes or the smile on his lips must have meant something to Sarah, because her eyes locked onto his and her coy smile gave way to a complicit grin. "I don't think we have time for..." she never got to finish that sentence as he pulled her firmly into his arms and roughly pressed his lips against hers. She felt him fumbling with the bun in her hair and instinctively reached up and loosened her golden mane, some of which he quickly grabbed between his fingers eliciting a little yelp-slash-moan to escape her lips. There was no foreplay. No hesitation of any sort. He undid his trousers while she pulled frantically at her skirt, lifting it past her hips and he guided his dick around her panties to her already moistening pussy. "FUCK!" That was all he could muster; his groan lost inside her mouth, the sensation of his cock pushing past her still swollen lips setting him on fire. "AAAH FUUUCK MEEE! His grip on her hair tightened when he heard her cry out and he both pushed and pulled her back against the wall, exposing her pale neck to his hungry mouth and he began to pump into her like she was a high-class hooker. He knew right away that he wasn't going to last long. The feeling of absolute control and ownership of Sarah's body and her wanton responses to his advances were too much for him and he soon felt the pressure in his balls build to a boil. So, before long, without so much as a grunt, he began to cum inside Sarah's cunt. He continued to pump his spewing cock in and out of her as jet after jet of semen flew into her abdomen, with no small amount of incentive from her contracting pussy, the pleasure filling his entire body from his toes to the top of his head. * * * Sarah had wrapped her arms around his neck and was holding him tightly as she rode the waves of her own orgasm, reveling in the sensation of his pelvis smashing into hers as his cock, that wonderful, delicious cock, filled her already dripping cunt. Her world was a blur of unbridled lust. She could not remember ever being this...free. She could not recall ever being able to give herself so freely to her own sexuality, relishing the responses that his actions and her own where having on her body. Her nerve centers where going crazy sending signals from not only her clit and nipples but from her kneecaps and elbows and ears and ribs. Her whole body was tingling and at that moment, she realized that she couldn't remember ever been this horny or this happy. Spending the rest of her life like this was all she could imagine at that moment. * * * They continued like that for a couple of more minutes. Stephen's dick inside Sarah's pussy as she slowly moved her hips and contracted the walls of her vagina to squeeze all the cum out of him. When Sarah finally opened her eyes, her breathing fast and ragged, she looked at Stephen and managed to exhale a few quiet words in a sensual, coquettish whisper. "Well, that was lovely." The perspiration was visible on her face and a small rivulet was forming and making its way down her neck and into the valley between her barely contained breasts. "I'm glad you've given me something to hold me over till I get back" She said in a stronger, slightly steadier voice as she reluctantly pulled away from him, his dick easily sliding out of her slippery slit, her hands lovingly smoothing out Stephen's wrinkled shirt. When they had separated, she began rearranging her own clothes. After re-tucking in her blouse into the waist of her skirt - and after putting her tits back in her bra - she began to pull her skirt down when she stopped mid action and gave Stephen a wicked little look he had never really seen before. "Maybe I can return the favor and give you something to hold you over till I get back!" She said, feeling just a little bit naughty. "I don't think I have the strength to..." He began but stopped mid sentence as he watched her hook her thumbs on her panties and swiftly push them past her hips and thighs and step out of them, one delicate heel at a time. "Maybe you could hold this for me?" She asked, the now moist fabric hanging casually from her index finger. "I don't think I'll be needing them today." All Stephen could do was smile and stare as he reached for them. Once the transfer was complete she walked back to the kitchen, her skirt still resting on her hips, that perfect ass again teasing him with its sexy swaying. She stopped by the breakfast bar and reached for a clean dishtowel with which she began to wipe between her legs. "As much as I love your cum in my pussy, I'm afraid it wouldn't look good to have a stain between my legs while at the office. I'm not sure how Walter would react." Sarah couldn't believe how much her own words were turning her on but she could pretty well guess as to the effect they were having on her dumbstruck boyfriend. 'I bet I know how he would react' Stephen's brain interjected. Walter was a nice enough man, much older than both of them but Stephen was quite positive that he remained above all else, a man, and therefore he was sure he had on more than one occasion thought of taking his beautiful young assistant, putting her on his very beautiful and very expensive antique walnut desk and reliving his days in the Navy, during the war but, none of that mattered now. She was his and he knew it. The thought alone filled him with immense pride and pleasure. "Well, I really have to go now" She was straightening out her skirt and had began to button up her blouse when he reached over and gently stopped her before she got to the second one from the top. "Maybe you could give Walter a little something to brighten up his day?" Stephen couldn't give a rat's ass about Walter, he just wanted his girlfriend to look like the fantasies he'd secretly harbored in his mind for all those years. "Your hair looks better loose anyway and you really need to do those tits some justice by showing a little cleavage, don't you think?" That playful grin that he was beginning to love pulled at her delicate lips. "If that's what you want..." her words trailed off as she undid one more button and gave him a soft peck on the lips. "But I really have to go now." She then turned around and walked out the door. The mental image of her bare pussy under that skirt made his dick stir between his legs. This was shaping out to be a rather spectacular Monday.