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“Darlings,” said Angelique, the florist who owned Angelique’s Blossoms. “How wonderful that you can be here.”

She tottered out on platform heels that raised her height by three or four inches, a smile on her lips plumped from collagen injections. She had a dainty nose and a smooth forehead. Not a wrinkle to be found on her face. Not a blemish. She almost had a plastic look about her, a woman who had spent a fortune on her plastic surgery to make herself gorgeous.

She verged on looking plastic. Alive but looking more like a barbie doll that came towards us with a big smile. Her sheath dress clung to her large tits. They had that artificial perkiness that Natalie’s did. The sort of overripe mounds that I loved on a woman. Angelique’s dress showed them off, the top of her cleavage perfect. Her body was slender. No fat.

Liposuction?

Maybe. Her ass, however, was way too curvy for a woman that slender. Not only did she have silicone tits, but she had a rubbery ass. Butt implants like she was a booty girl in a rap video. The type of girl that would wear a pair of shorts so tight they might as well be a thong and could make her asscheeks clap together. Then there was her hair. It was the perfect shade of blonde. Too perfect. I could just see a hint of dark roots.

Nothing about this woman was real, but that was her business. So long as she made my Natalie the perfect bouquet for our wedding, then I didn’t care if Angelique wanted to make herself into a living barbie doll.

“I am so glad you have trusted little ol’ me to make your flower arrangement for your special day,” Angelique said. “Natalie and…”

“You can call him sir,” Natalie said. “He’s my Man.” My fiancee clutched at my arm, pressing her large breast against me through her sheath dress.

I hoped this Angelique wasn’t nearly as much a bitch as the caterer had turned out to be. Natalie wanted the best. The most expensive. She wanted our wedding to be perfect, and I would make sure that it happened using all my powers.

“Welcome, sir,” Angelique said. Her smile grew, her plump lips sliding together. What would those feel like on my cock?

Natalie glanced around at the shop. It was full of flowers. Several young ladies were moving around, tending to them. A man in an expensive suit walked in, a Wall Street exec in need of flowers. For his wife or his mistress?

“I have the flowers in the back so we can experiment,” said Angelique. “I am glad you paid for the royal treatment so we can fully explore your options. There can be so many of them.”

“Yes, yes, it has to be perfect,” Natalie said. My redheaded lover had such a big smile on her face as we followed Angelique.

The woman couldn’t move fast on those platform heels. They clunked on the ground. I shook my head, about to make a quip at them when I saw Natalie staring at them with appreciation. I hoped she wouldn’t want to wear shoes like that. Heels were one thing, but thick platform ones?

What was so sexy about stumbling around like a moron?

Angelique passed us through a curtain of plastic into a room that looked out on the street through tinted windows. Pedestrians flowed down the street. The city bustled, cars swelling the busy road. On the table were flowers. Lots and lots of flowers.

All sorts of flowers. Roses, I recognized, and tulips. I spotted a few orchids, and those might be bluebells, but the rest? Where those gardenias or hydrangeas? Maybe fuchsias? Were fuchsias even a flower? This wasn’t my area, but I could see Natalie smile in delight.

“Yes, yes, you can feel the creativity already,” Angelique said. “Now, let us find that perfect color scheme for your wedding and the perfect flowers to convey it. There is a language in your bouquet and your bridesmaids’. Flowers communicate so much. They speak to that spark all of us humans have. Art was born from the appreciation of flowers. At least, that’s what I believe. And what we are doing today is art.”

“And you’re the best artist there is,” Natalie said. “Let’s do it.”

I stood as the women started pulling at the pile of cut flowers, drawing the wet stems together, comparing them. Natalie had strong ideas. I tried to show that I was interested, but it was all so tedious to me. Flowers were flowers. I didn’t care what they were. I just wanted Natalie to be happy with them.

“I think your man is growing bored,” Angelique said. “Do not be worried that he doesn’t love you or doesn’t care. This happens. While we all have that spark of art in us, it manifests in different ways.”

“Oh, he’s an artist in his own ways,” said Natalie. She glanced at me, a big grin on her lips. “You should see him deal with a bitch or an asshole. When he’s finished, it’s amazing.”

“Ah, he is a psychologist or a therapist?”

“Something like that.” Natalie smiled at me. “Sir, I don’t mind if you want to find something to amuse yourself. I’m sure there are many delights just outside.” She glanced at the window and nodded to a woman berating her dog that she was walking. She smacked the poodle in the nose with a newspaper.

“You’re absolutely right,” I said. I leaned down and kissed my Natalie on the lips. “Whatever it costs, it’s yours. Be happy.”

“I will, Sir.”

I headed outside to deal with this bitch. Hit her dog? How would she like to be smacked around in the face with a rolled-up newspaper? Already, my dick was swelling hard. Ideas danced through my head at the ultimate fate of this woman.

She had to learn, and I would have so much fun educating her.

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Natalie

“Now, I really like this,” I said as the Man walked out of the room. I held up the pink azaleas and the bluebells. “I think—”

“Are you insane!” hissed Angelique. Her hands smacked the flowers from my hands. A burst of pink petals rained in the air. “We are making art, not some quint little arrangement that a fat wife puts on her end table and thinks it is beautiful. No, no, we are creating something magnificent. You want to paint like Bob Ross when you should inspire for Van Gogh. Passion.”

My jaw dropped. The woman had changed the moment the Man left the room. I was dumbfounded by her transformation. She then grabbed the various collection of flowers before me. She picked them up and ripped off the petals.

“This is trash!” she hissed. “You want to buy my flowers, and this is what you wish to do with them? Is there not a bit of artistic flair in that simple, little mind of yours?”

An icy cold washed through me. “Simple?” I smiled. “You think my mind is simple.”

“You have no vision. You look at the shit art that hangs in a motel room and think it is a masterpiece. Then you look at a Jackson Pollock and scoff at it, not seeing the majesty of true creation before you. Now, you will sit there while I make your wedding perfection. You say one word and—”

I slapped her across the face.

The crack echoed through the room. I bolted to my feet as her eyes widened in shock. She clutched a hand to her face where my red handprint blossomed. Already, the sexual thrill rippled out of my cunt. That hot and naughty itch, that molten ache swelling in the depths of my cunt.

“You slapped me,” she said, stunned. “Do you know who I am?”

“You’re the stupid bitch who has transformed her body into that of a plastic doll trying to chase beauty. Do you even know what art is? Huh? And you think to question me?”

“You get out of here, you small-minded—”

CRACK!

I slapped her other cheek. Her head snapped around. She gasped, tears springing to her eyes. She touched her face with ginger fingers. Then her nostrils flared. She glared at me with such anger and hurt. She ground her teeth together, swollen lips pursing as tight as they could.

“Get out of my studio, you little cunt!” she spat. “I will not work for a Philistine like you who has no appreciation of art.”

I laughed. “Sir! Sir!” I glanced at the window where he smacked the woman in the face with the newspaper. She fell to her knees, her hands going for his pants. “SIR!”

His head snapped to the window. He frowned. Then he threw the newspaper down at the woman. He barked something at her. She started smacking herself in the face. He strode through the shop while I snapped my head around to the fuming angelica.

I folded my arms beneath my tits, my nipples so hard. “Oh, you are going to pay now, bitch. You are going to regret ever calling me simple-minded, you whorish, disgusting, plastic-faced, bimbo doll! My Man is going to remake you into something delicious.”

“Yes, I am,” the Man said as he swept in. I could feel the fury radiating off of him. He looked at the ripped petals, the tears in the woman’s eyes. “You thought you could wait until I left to bully my woman?”

“Yes,” Angelique said, looking shocked that she spoke. “She has no artistic vision. She’s an idiot. She will have a terrible wedding. I will make something spectacular for her. But she is a baby. She cannot take some criticism. Her ideas are terrible. I spit on them. I think they are the worst things I have ever seen. What are you going to do about that?”

The Man smiled.

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“You’re a living doll,” I said to the woman. “A bimbo. You don’t ever need to think again.”

The intelligence in the woman’s eyes vanished. They were glossy, almost empty, like a doll in truth. My dick twitched in my pants. I grinned, so glad that I could punish this nasty, disgusting human being.

She was all smiles while I was in the room, but the moment I left, she showed her true colors. She thought she could bully my Natalie. The red marks on the doll’s face proved that my Natalie wasn’t about to put up with that.

“Since you’re a living doll now, you need to learn poses,” I said and turned around. “Follow, bimbo.”

I marched out and the woman followed. She didn’t make a sound. That was good. Dolls didn’t need to make sounds. They needed to be played with. To be admired. To sit there silent while those who had a brain enjoyed them.

Insult my fiancee? Oh, yes, this would be fun.

I stepped outside. The woman with the newspaper hit her face a final time then grabbed her dog’s leash. She led him home, apologizing to him. I didn’t get to punish her properly, just a quick command. She would spend the rest of her life pampering that dog. Well, the rest of the dog’s life. He would have an owner that understood the humiliation of being hit in the face with a newspaper in front of others.
Whenever she was bad, she would beg someone to swat her with one.

I turned around. The living doll came out. In the daylight, it was even harder to tell if her face was covered by skin or plastic slathered in makeup. She hovered on the edge of being either a high-quality sex doll or a vain woman who had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to look beautiful.

“Dolls need poses, don’t they,” I said to the doll. “You can speak.”

“I guess they do,” she said in this bubbly voice. Like a bimbo. She giggled. “I’m a doll.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, my dick throbbing. “And you don’t need that dress. Show everyone that body of yours. You wasted all that money on it. Let everyone admire you.”

“Mmm, let’s see if you’re trashy motel art or a Jackson Pollock,” said my Natalie. “What do you want to be?”

“The good art,” the living doll moaned. “Like Pollock or Van Gogh. Something stunning. I am stunning.”

“I don’t know,” I said as she peeled up her dress. “You look like something cheap that I could find at the flea market.”

“What?” the bimbo said. Her eyes glossed over with tears. “No, no, I’m perfect. See!”

She ripped off her dress and exposed her big breasts. They were large and full, her implants top-notch. She had tits even bigger than Natalie, rip and swollen. Her areolas were pink ovals, her nipples hard nubs. She had curving hips. Her pussy was shaved, of course, her slit tight.

Had she gotten a labiaectomy to trim away any dangling pussy folds? She had a cunt that looked like it belonged on an eighteen-year-old. Not a whore like her. She threw her dress down and turned around.

“That is a plastic ass,” said Natalie. “Nothing natural about it.”

I smacked the woman’s ass. I felt the silicone beneath her skin. Her rump jiggled. It had a nice sway to it. “Yeah, that’s the trashy sort of ass that belongs in a rap music video.’

“What?” gasped the bimbo. “No, no, it’s a perfect ass. It’s beautiful.” She wiggled it at us, her butt-cheeks clapping together.

My dick throbbed.

“We’ll have to let the public decide,” I told her. “For now, I think you’re at best motel art.”

“Flea market art, Sir,” said Natalie. “Ghetto trash. That’s not an ass worthy of you fucking.”

“It is!” gasped the woman. “My ass is the best. Any man would want to fuck it. Don’t you want to fuck my ass, Sir?”

“Let’s see if you have any worth at all,” I said. “Dolls adopt poses and they don’t move, do they?”

The bimbo shook her head.

“And you’re a living doll.” I moved up to her. “I’m going to play with you. So don’t move until you’re allowed to.”

She froze.

I smiled and grabbed her body. I nudged her feet further apart in those ugly platform shoes. Her legs spread with ease. Her tight pussy lips parted. Then I grabbed her arms and thrust them out, planting the moan the wall. She just let me pose her. The only thing that moved was her chest as she drew in her breaths. Her tits swayed, plump and heavy.

I planted my hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down, thrusting out that fake ass of hers in the process. I let her go. She held the pose. Natalie watched. Her hands were squeezing her tits through her dress. The woman trembled there.

“I’d pay $5 for that,” Natalie said. “Then I’d hang that in my bathroom. Right over my toilet. Something cheap. That’s all you are, bimbo.”

“$5, huh?” I pulled a five-dollar bill out of my wallet and then thrust into the bimbo’s fingers. She didn’t move. “There. I just bought you. That’s how little you’re worth. You spent all that money, all those thousands of dollars so you could be worth a cup of coffee from Starbucks.”

The bimbo whimpered but still didn’t move.

“Well, let’s see how she fucks,” I said and unzipped my pants. I pulled my cock out right there on the busy street. Wall Street bankers, lawyers, accountants, and other professionals streamed by without batting an eye as my big dick thrust out before me.

Natalie groaned. She tugged down her dress. Her tits popped out. Now those were priceless. Belonged in a museum. And they were all mine to enjoy. She squeezed and kneaded them with her fingers, her hips wiggling from side to side.

“Fuck her five dollar ass,” gasped Natalie. “Fuck that cheap bimbo raw.”

“Remember,” I said, pushing my cock into her butt-crack. “No matter how much it hurts, you’re a doll and can’t move. Right?”

“Right,” she said, her collagen-enhanced lips hardly moving.

Natalie marched up and turned the woman’s head. “These are gorgeous tits, you bimbo slut. Stare at them as he butt-fucks your trashy ass. You’re garbage and I’m diamond perfection.”

“Yes, you are,” I groaned and rammed my cock into the bimbo’s unlubed asshole.

Her body shook but she didn’t move. She groaned through her teeth. I could hear the pain in them. Her eyes fluttered, lashes long. Tears beaded on them, gleaming like little crystals while my dick went deeper and deeper into her asshole.

I heard the pain in her moans. She experienced the burning passion of my dick sliding into her velvety bowels. The heat gripped me. I groaned as I savored that tight grip massaging my cock. I went deeper and deeper into the whore’s asshole.

Insult my woman.

“Mmm, just stare at these perfect tits,” cooed Natalie. She squeezed those big and lush mounds. She shook them, her nipples hard. “These are artistry. Not those pathetic things you have. Too big. Your nipples aren’t centered. You think you have the eye to arrange flowers for my wedding. You couldn’t recognize beauty if it fucked you in the ass.”

The bimbo grunted as I pounded her asshole. She squeezed her bowels around me while she didn’t move. Not a wiggle. She couldn’t pull away. She had to endure her punishment. I buried into her anal depths over and over again, reveling in the heat of her flesh.

“It hurts,” she whimpered.

“Good,” Natalie said. “If there’s no pain, there’s no art. And you’re making art.”

“Yes, you are,” I said. “You have to endure it. Hours standing in a single pose. You’re a living sculpture now. A doll to be posed and fucked for five dollars.”

“That’s what you charge,” Natalie moaned. Her fingers dug into her tits. “You’re a five-dollar piece of cheap art that has to make every man happy.”

“Understand?” I growled, fucking into her bowels.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I’m beautiful.”

“You’re fine,” Natalie said. “Okay. Adequate. You’ll make men cum. Are you going to cum, Sir?”
“I’m getting there,” I grunted, burying into the woman’s asshole. “I’d cum faster in your asshole, Natalie. She’s just that pathetic.”

The bimbo whimpered.

I groaned and slammed hard into her bowels. I fucked into the bitch’s asshole with forceful strokes. I savored her whimpers. A tear fell down her cheek. Her fingers hardly twitched as I pounded her asshole with hard plunges. Powerful thrusts. I buried into her again and again. I rammed to the hilt in her bowels.

Her asshole clung to me. She clenched down her bowels around my cock. She groaned in pain but she also wanted to make me cum. She was enduring it. Trying to be more than a filthy, cheap piece of art.

“Yeah, you want to make me cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her lips not moving, her words slurred.

“Because that’s how you make art now, don’t you? Every time a man cums in your asshole, you make art.”

“Nasty, filthy, trashy flea market art!” moaned Natalie. She squeezed her nipples. “Say it.”

“You heard her!” I growled. “Tell us what sort of art you are.”

“Nasty, filthy, trashy flea market art!” whimpered the bimbo, her asshole squeezing around my cock.

“How does that make you feel?” I grunted, pounding her bowels.

“Like I’m garbage!”

“You are garbage. Your body was ruined. You took something amazing and destroyed it with your vanity. Now all your good for is letting men fuck your doll-body for five dollars. That’s it. A cup of coffee. That’s all your worth. It’s humiliating, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” Her bowels clenched around me, stimulating my cock.

“You deserve to be better, but you’re not. You never will be. That humiliation twists in you. It makes you hot. The more you get fucked—the more it hurts your asshole and makes your pussy sore as man after man dumps his cum in you—the more your filthy body gets off on it.”

“Every time you cum on a dick for five dollars, it’s a reminder that your a cheap piece of art,” moaned Natalie, her voice throaty. “Say it!”

“I’m a cheap piece of art!” whimpered the living doll.

“Yes!” I gasped. “You can feel it, don’t you. That shameful excitement building. You’re going to cum on my dick like the filthy whore you are.”

“I am!”

I slammed into her, my crotch smacking her plump ass. Those butt-cheek implants jiggled. I grabbed her tits. I squeezed those over-ripe, fake mounds. I kneaded them as I pounded her asshole. I fucked her bowels hard and fast, the ache building.

My balls swelled with the cum that I would fire into her. I would pump spurt after spurt of my cum into her depths. It would be incredible. I thrust harder. Faster. The pleasure spilled through my body on every plunge into her hot asshole.

She groaned, her anal sheath clutching about my cock. She gripped me. Pleasure and pain swelled in her. I could hear it in her voice. She grunted her shameful pleasure as I pounded her. I speared my cock into her asshole.

“Cum in her, Sir!” moaned Natalie. “Dump your cum in the cheap whore’s asshole.”

“Yes!” I growled. “Once she’s cum. Once she’s surrendered to what she is.”

“A cheap doll!” the bimbo moaned.

Her asshole convulsed around my cock.

She squealed through her plump lips. Her facial muscles twitched, but she didn’t open her mouth as the pleasure rose out of her throat. I pumped away at her convulsing cock. The scent of spicy pussy filled the air.

“I’m a cheap doll!” she groaned through her sealed lips. “A worthless piece of trashy art!”
“Yes!” I growled and buried to the hilt in her convulsing bowels, my crotch smacking her butt implants.

My dick erupted.

Hot cum spurted into her bowels. Her flesh writhed around me. The rapture shot through me. I growled through my clenched teeth as I pumped her full of my passion. Stars burst across my vision. Her hot asshole sucked at my dick.

“That’s it, you trashy bimbo!” I growled. “Five dollars, and I’m dumping my cum in you. That’s all your ass is worth.”

“And he’s marrying me!” gasped Natalie. “That’s how much I’m worth.”

“Yes!” I snarled, more and more cum pumping out of me.

I unloaded spurt after spurt of my jizz. I basted the whore’s asshole with my cum. Her flesh writhed around me, massaging my dick. The pleasure screamed to the pinnacle of ecstasy. I rose to those heights of rapture.

Hung there.

I ripped my cock out of the doll’s asshole. Her sphincter gaped open for a moment, then it sealed shut, only a trickle of my cum leaking out of her. I panted and then glanced over at Natalie. She had a big grin on her face.

“So, how should we use her next?” I asked. “Choose her pose.”

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Natalie

I glanced at the woman as she was braced against the wall. The idea of posing her like a doll appealed to me. This wicked part of me spread a smile across my lips. I moved to her and grabbed a handful of her dyed hair. I yanked her head back.

She moved. So pliable.

“What sort of sex do you enjoy?” I asked her.

“I don’t,” she said. “Sex is violence. Every time a man penetrates you, it’s the same as raping you.”

“I’ve never been raped. I’ve been fucked.” I smiled. “Sir, I don’t like that she’s using the ‘I’ pronoun. She’s a doll. She shouldn’t have an identity.”

“You’re right,” he said, a smile on his lips. “Doll, you will refer to yourself as ‘this one’ or ‘this doll.’ You’re not a person, you’re a thing that needs to be used. And as for sex, you want it. The more shameful and trashy the better.”

The doll nodded. “This one does want trash sex. When you fucked my ass, Sir, it was so humiliating. This doll came so hard. Just like a slutty object should.”

“That’s right. You’re a living, breathing sex doll.” I shivered. “Something as fake as a blowup doll we can buy at the sex shop.”

The woman didn’t answer. She just stood there, her eyes empty. I loved it. She called me stupid and now look at her. This was so wonderful. She was stripped of all identity. A shiver of heat ran through my body.

“Lie down so I can pose you, doll,” I said.

“Yes, Natalie.”

She sank down onto her fake ass. She stretched out on the concrete of the sidewalk. People moved around us, hardly looking. They didn’t think this was weird. That was one of the amazing parts of the Man’s powers. People just accepted what he ordered others to do as the most natural thing in the world.

It made me so wet. After watching the slut get ass-fucked, I needed to cum.

I ripped off my sheath dress, exposing my body. I had lost all sense of self-consciousness at public nudity. When you were the Man’s woman, you fucked wherever he wanted. That made it hotter. Even now, a shiver ran through me.

The Man watched as I knelt down and parted the woman’s legs. Her filthy pussy was on display. She had not a hint of stubble. It was clear this woman didn’t shave. I doubted she even waxed. She would have used laser hair removal. That was the vain thing she would have done.

That pussy was so tight, too. Like a girl’s cunt. Was there any part of her that she hadn’t had enhanced by surgery.

I pulled her legs up so they were bent, her feet thrust out. Her pussy lips parted with her legs up in the air like this. Then I grabbed her arms and moved them so that her hands gripped the back of her knees, holding her legs up in place.

I pushed her head flat so it lay on the cement. I smoothed her hair out of the way and then ran my fingers over her plump, collagen-injected lips. They were warm and soft. The woman’s glassy eyes looked up at me with no expression.

“There’s one part of her that needs to move, Sir,” I said.

“You’re right.” He smiled. “Doll, when you’re giving oral, you can move your lips and tongue to lick and lap and suck at your client.”

“That’s right,” I said. “Mmm, Sir, do you have five dollars I can borrow.” I looked down at the doll. “I never have any cash. I don’t need it when I’m with him. He can do anything. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Yes,” the doll answered.

The man threw two fives on the slut’s big tits. The crisp bills landed on her boobs. Then he fell to his knees. The woman’s cunt was spread open and inviting, just ready for a cock to plunge into it. A dirty cock straight from her asshole.

“You’re going to put that nasty cunt to good use,” I said, straddling her face. “You’re going to buff the Man’s dick clean. Excited?”

“This doll needs to do filthy things,” she moaned, voice throaty.

“That’s right!” I planted my cunt right down on her plump lips. I could feel how engorged they were. I had never had a mouth like that on my cunt.

I liked it.

Her lips moved. Her tongue flicked out. She lapped at my cunt. Her toes twitched and her legs shifted, but she held her pose as she devoured my cunt. She ran her tongue up and down my folds. She stroked me, sending delight flutter in through me. My clit burst in sparks. I moaned in delight.

The Man brought his dirty cock right to her pussy. He grinned at me, this look of joy in his eyes. He loved this open invitation to ram his cock into a living doll’s cunt. My pussy clenched, and I ground my twat on her plump mouth.

He thrust.

The Man’s cock buried to the hilt in the dolls cunt. He slammed hard. Deep. He buried to the hilt in her. It was such a delight to hear. I loved the humiliated moans she made into my cunt as his dirty dick penetrated her.

“That’s it, Sir!” I moaned. “Pound the dirty slut’s cunt. Just fuck her hard. She deserves it. She was so mean to me.”

“That fucking bitch!” he growled. “Mmm, her cunt’s gripping my dick. She’s polishing me with her snatch.”

“Good!” I moaned and smacked her fake tit.

Her breast jiggled. She moaned into my twat. I watched it rippling, the red mark swelling. I shuddered, this surge of depraved lust rippling out of my pussy. As her tongue parted through my folds and caressed all my naughty bits, I slapped her again.

SMACK!

Her left tit jiggled this time. She moaned her pain into my pussy. Her tongue lapped at me while the Man’s cock pumped away at her cunt. She buffed his dick clean of her as while I watched her big, fake boobs swaying.

SMACK!

I hit the right tit, almost on the nipple. The bitch moaned into my cunt. She squealed out her pleasure. I loved it. I ground my cunt onto her mouth. My orgasm built in me as her tongue stroked me. She brushed my clit.

SMACK!

Her left tit rippled.

SMACK!

Her right.

SMACK!

Left.

SMACK!

Right.

I groaned, having so much fun slapping back and forth on her tits, drumming on them. A red flush spared over them as she moaned into my cunt. Her tongue fluttered faster. Her nipples thrust up hard. I groaned, grinding on her plump lips, my pussy cream running.

“That’s hot,” the Man groaned as he pumped away at her cunt. “Smacking the doll’s tits is sexy as fuck.”

I grinned at him.

SMACK! SMACK!

A double crack echoed as I slapped them both. They cracked together and then bounced apart, the flesh rippling from the impact.

“You are a bad, bad girl,” he groaned.

“I know,” I moaned, grinding my cunt on the bitch’s mouth. “Mmm, get that tongue in me, doll!”

“Yes, yes, make my Natalie cum, whore!”

“This doll shall,” she moaned into my cunt.

Her tongue thrust into my twat. I gasped as she swirled it around in me. She fluttered it from side to side, the pleasure growing and growing in me. I trembled, my breasts heaving before me. My red hair swayed around my face. Her tongue danced inside of me. Felt incredible.

The Man pounded her cunt with his hard dick. He fucked her hard and fast. He buried to the hilt in her over and over again. He rammed his cock into that twat. He fucked her with passion, a huge grin on his face as he did so.

“Are you going to cum in the slut, Sir?” I cooed as I leaned forward, my pussy swelling with bliss from the naughty tongue swirling in me. “Huh?”

“I’m going to dump my jizz into her,” he growled.

“Good!” I moaned. “I want you flooding her. Using her. She’s just a thing. She lost the right to be a person.”

He grinned at me. “God, I love you, Natalie.”

“I love you, Sir,” I moaned back, my cunt clenching about that naughty tongue in my pussy.

I ground my cunt on that whore’s mouth. Her plump lips slid over my labia. Her tongue danced around in me. I couldn’t take much more of this. I had to cum right now. The pressure swelled and swelled in me. Her tongue surged me towards my release.

That moment when the dam would burst in me and drown her in my cunt cream.

I grew back my head, my big boobs heaving before me. My pussy smeared across her mouth. The heat surged through me. Her tongue danced through my folds. The Man slammed his cock into her nasty cunt.

“Fuck, yes!” I howled and came.

My pussy cream gushed out of my pussy. My snatch convulsed. My juices splashed into her whore-mouth. I drowned her. She lapped it up, her tongue fluttering through my folds. Waves of delight rushed through me. Stars danced before my eyes.

“Oh, you nasty cunt, don’t stop licking me!”

“Don’t stop!” the Man commanded, slamming his cock over and over into the slut.

She licked and lapped at me. Her tongue danced through my folds. She caressed me. Teased me. Pleasure kept rippling through my body. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side as I ground on her.

My hair danced around my shoulders. I groaned, the heat rushing through me. I smeared my cunt across her engorged lips. Her tongue fluttered through me, keeping my orgasm alive. The waves washed through my body over and over again.

“Oh, Sir, dump your cum in the sex dolls cunt!” I moaned. “You have to use her. She’s such a whore!”

“She is!” he growled, pumping away. “Fuck!”

His face twisted in delight. The doll moaned into my cunt. I knew her pussy spasmed around his dick and milked his cock. Her tongue lapped at my cream. My orgasms rode to the pinnacle of rapture. I hung there.

“Fuck!” he snarled. “Goddamn, empty-headed whore! This is all your good for. A cum-dumpster. A trashy piece of disgusting art! That’s what you are!”

“Yes!” she squealed into my cunt.

“Sir,” I moaned, coming down from my high. “You’re amazing.”

I kissed him as my pleasure died to buzzing bliss. My tongue danced with his as he pumped his jizz into the whore’s pussy. This was such a perfect punishment for the bitch. I quivered in delight at being able to help the Man humiliate her.

I was the luckiest woman alive.

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“Now kneel like a doggy,” I told her. “This is your new life. Every day, except Sunday, you will find a place in the city and adopt a sexual pose for two hours. During that time, any man is free to pay you five dollars to use your trashy body however they want. They can fuck you, cum on you, piss on you, even spank you.”

“They will use this doll’s worthless body,” moaned the bitch. Her glossy eyes held no life, but there was a throaty, shameful pleasure in her voice.

“You are then allowed an hour break to clean yourself up, get something to eat, stretch your body. Then you must adopt a pose for another two hours. You will get another hour’s break and then one more two hours session. After that, you can whatever it is idiot dolls do. Half the money you make you will send to my PayPal account.” I told her what it was. “Doll, your first two hours starts now.”

She moved into a doggy pose, her head thrown back like she was climaxing, her mouth open to be used. My cum ran out of her pussy. With her body looking hairless, no doubt all her body hair lasered off in her quest for perfection, she looked like a living sex doll.

Already, her first customer approached, the mind-control letting him know she was open. His wife who was with him gave him an amused smile and motioned to the coffee shop across the street. Clearly, she was going to wait there while his husband used the doll.

He didn’t need a coffee with this pick-me-up. So he whipped out that five he would have used on a latte and tossed it on the ground. Then he was unzipping and ramming his cock into her like the whore she was. She gasped out in delight, her voice throaty, full of the humiliating pleasure.

But she didn’t move.

“And what delight would my bride wish to enjoy?” I asked as I sat down on a bench to watch.

Natalie’s eyes fell on my cock. She smiled and then straddled me. She pressed her large tits into my chest as she guided my cock to her pussy. “Sir, you always know how to treat the bitches in this world.”

“Yes, I do,” I groaned as her cunt slid down my dick. She engulfed me with that tight and heavenly pussy.

Another guy came up. He tossed down his five and then whipped out his cock. He just aimed it at the doll’s face and let loose a stream of urine. Natalie gasped. Her cunt squeezed down around my cock. She shuddered on me. She stirred her snatch around in slow circles. Her cunt felt amazing around my cock. Just the sort of tight, hot twat that a man deserved.

Natalie rode me as the stream of urine spilled across the doll’s face and soaked her expensive dye job. You could hardly tell those locks were artificial. But there was nothing real about the bimbo bitch. She just moaned as she sat there, mouth open, piss falling onto her tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Natalie hissed. “Mmm, you say I have trashy tastes, bitch, but look at you. Ooh, you’re loving that piss. I just know it.”

“Yes, she is,” I groaned, grabbing Natalie’s ass. I gripped her perky rump and loved her cunt sliding up and down my dick.

She gripped my cock with that tight snatch. She massaged me as we watched the man fire out the last of his piss. The husband kept fucking the doll’s cunt, pounding her with hard strokes. Her large tits swayed.

“Fuck, I needed that,” the man said and zipped up. “Though you’re a little expensive for a toilet.”
Natalie laughed as the guy walked off.

Another man came up and threw down his five. He pulled out his cock and just started fisting it, staring at the doll’s piss-soaked face. The man groaned, jerking off on the street, not caring that he was wearing a $5000 suit. Pleasure crossed his face.

“Dirty whore!” he growled. “Dirty fucking whore! Look at you. You’re filthy. Yeah, you’re a filthy girl who wants me to cum in your mouth.”

“Fuck, yeah!” the husband groaned, slamming his dick into the doll.

I loved it.

Natalie purred her delight, her cunt working up and down my dick. She squeezed about me, holding me tight. The pleasure rippled through my body. My fingers dug into her rump. I gripped her. I loved every moment of it.

She pressed her large tits into my chest. Her cheek rubbed on mine, our heads both turned to watch the degradation. Her pussy gripped my cock. The ache built and built at the tip. I would have such a huge explosion of rapture.

I would just fire all that cum off into her cunt. Just spurt blast after blast of jizz into my fiancee. But not before she had her orgasm. I wanted my Natalie to have all the pleasure she could enjoy. Her sexy body deserved it.

“Fuck!” the investment banker groaned and erupted. “Dirty, filthy whore!”

He painted the doll’s face in cum. The white jizz mixed with the piss that soaked her face. Spurts landed in her open mouth. She moaned, her body shaking. Then pussy cream gushed down her thighs. The husband groaned and slammed into her.

“Yes!” he growled and pumped his cum into the living doll’s slut pussy.

“Ooh, that’s hot!” moaned Natalie, her pussy squeezing about my cock as she slid up me. My dick throbbed. “That’s so hot!”

The husband threw back his head as he basted the doll’s cunt. Then he ripped out of her, leaving her pussy lips gaping open. More jizz dripped out of her depths. A Black guy stepped up, dreads swaying, and whipped out his ebony cock.

“He’s not as big as you,” purred Natalie as the Black guy threw a five on the doll’s back and slammed into her pussy.

She gasped, her body rocking forward just from the force. But she held her pose as he fucked her hard. Another investment banker unzipped and then rammed his cock into her mouth, dropping a five on the ground.

They spit-roasted the slut. They fucked hard into her. They buried fast. They fucked her with such passion. They rammed to the hilt in the doll. They didn’t hold back. They weren’t trying to please her. They just cared about themselves.

My digit slipped into Natalie’s butt-crack.

She gasped as my finger slid down lower, her pussy squeezing about my cock. “Oh, Sir, yes, yes, I love you.”

I found her asshole and swirled my digit around her. Then I pressed in. I pushed it into her anal depths. She groaned as my finger sank into her hot bowels. She gripped me, her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

I fingered her asshole as she rode me. I ram that digit deep into her and pulled it out. Her bowels clung to my finger while her cunt gripped my dick. She held me tight, bringing me closer and closer to that moment of eruption.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my balls tightening. The crown of my dick throbbed with the pleasure. I would have such a huge orgasm.

“Mmm, Sir,” moaned Natalie. “Oh, Sir, this is so hot. She’s such a whore. Such a trashy piece of fuck-art!”

“Yes!” I growled, pumping my finger in and out of her asshole. “Yes, she is. Look at her go. She’s going to explode.”

“Just cum so hard!” Natalie moaned. “Oh, god, she’s such a whore. Getting spit-roasted by strangers. Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

She slammed her cunt down my cock. Her pussy went wild. Her asshole writhed around my finger. I groaned as my fiancee’s twat sucked at my dick. She was hungry for my cum. She turned to me and kissed me hard on the mouth.

I thrust my tongue into her lips. I jammed my finger deep into her spasming asshole. The pressure soared up to the tip of my cock buried in her writhing cunt. Her pussy worked at my dick. Massaged it. hungry for my cum.

I gave it to her.

I erupted into her cunt. I spurted blast after blast of cum into my woman’s pussy. Her hot flesh rippled around my cock. She squealed into the kiss. She bucked, sliding her sucking cunt halfway up my cock.

Then she impaled back down.

I groaned, kissing her hard as I pumped all that jizz into her. I filled her pussy to the brim with all my spunk. She shuddered, her mouth sucking at my tongue. I fired the last of my cum into her, the pleasure rippling through my body.

The bliss of cumming in my Natalie simmered through me. I broke the kiss, panting. She smooched over my face as her pussy’s rippling slowed and died. Then she groaned and leaned back. Already, the Black man was ripping out of the woman and another man was stepping up.

“Fuck!” a Hispanic guy groaned and just fired cum onto her fake tits.

“Now,” I said, “we have flowers to choose. The perfect arrangement.”

“Yes!” Natalie slid off my cock with a wet plop. She spun around and headed into the florist shop.

I followed after. I knew that Natalie would have her dream wedding. I would punish every bitchy caterer and arrogant florist to make it happen. And I would do it with a smile on my lips.

We entered that room. Through the windows, you could see the men gathered around the doll. More loose five dollar bills were lying around her as she maintained her pose. A man rammed his cock into her asshole while Natalie began pulling together flowers.

Two hours later, just as the living doll was ready to take her first break of the day, Natalie had done it. She had the perfect bouquet and flower arrangement. So I found one of the girls that worked here and put her in charge.

She promised to have it delivered on time. She wasn’t arrogant at all.

Over the next few weeks, as we readied for the wedding, more money filled my PayPal account. The doll’s deposits were just one more, joining all the women paying me half of their whoring profits as punishment. Even better, I spotted the bimbo from time to time around the city getting fucked hard like the sex toy she was.

I smiled every time as she maintained her pose.

To be continued…

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