The Doll Who Wants to Sleep Over Tonight
After that, I had sex with the doll in just about every position I could think of. I sat on the sofa and let her ride me, her inner voice spilling straight into my head — Hngh♡! Aaah♡! Nngh♡! Haaah♡! Then I laid her out on the couch and took her missionary while she went back to playing lifeless doll — Aaah♡! Hnnaah♡! Aahh♡! Nnh♡! Then I stuffed her back into the Boston bag, bound and zipped, cracking the zipper just wide enough to flash her pussy, and fucked her like that — Hngh♡! Aaah♡! Haaah♡! Nnh♡!
We pretty much tried everything. For the record, getting fucked inside the Boston bag had been the doll's idea. The second our last round ended, she'd suddenly crawled into the bag and started shaking her ass at me, so I gave her what she wanted. Every so often I'd press the button mid-thrust and send a shock through her, too. Anyway, I'd wrung myself dry. There was nothing left to squeeze out.
A rustling started up from the bag. I'd only just finished coming and was taking a breather when the whole thing began to shake and fidget. I watched it for a moment, then checked the time.
1:58 a.m. It was about time I sent the doll back.
"You're heading back in two minutes anyway. You sure you want to stay in there?"
The bag started thrashing even harder.
Ah, no! I don't wanna!
Between my senior's inner voice and the way she was wriggling around in there, she clearly had something to say. I unzipped the bag for her. The doll, who'd been lying face-down inside, scrambled upright in a panic, rushed over, and buried herself against me. Then she tipped her face up at me, all cute and pleading. The corners of her mouth were smeared with cum, of course — but her face was so pretty it just made the whole look obscene.
I stroked her hair.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
She pointed at the clock on the wall and shook her head. Then she padded over to the sofa on quick little steps, grabbed the pen and notepad lying there, scribbled something in a hurry, and held it up for me to see.
Can I sleep over tonight?
"...You want to stay the night?"
She nodded eagerly. I made a face. Honestly, I didn't mind — I was worried about her. Tomorrow wasn't even a weekend. We had to show up to work together. Then again, maybe it didn't matter. If I left the doll behind and headed in first, like last time, she'd probably tidy up and come in on her own, right?
A pair of little taps landed on my chest.
"Hm?"
While I'd been lost in thought, the doll had closed in right under my nose. She patted my chest again and held up the notepad.
I get it. You're uneasy, right?
"Uneasy? Me?"
She nodded again, flipped to the next page — she'd written this one in advance, apparently — and showed me the next line.
Because you don't know what I might do at night.
I'd never actually thought that. But looking at it from her side, I could see why she'd assume I had. Per the story we'd set up, the doll standing in front of me was a gift from some unidentified mage. Someone I still couldn't fully trust. If I hadn't known that the mysterious mage was my senior, and that said senior was currently inside the doll, I probably would have been uneasy, just like she said.
She patted my shoulder like some magnanimous big shot, held up another line, and nodded along with it.
I understand. I understand.
The whole performance was weirdly hot. Cute, mostly — but hot.
She flipped the page, wrote something new, and held it up.
I have a way!
"A way? What way?"
She nodded, then trotted over to the Boston bag on the sofa, pulled something from the outer pocket, and came back to show me.
"This is..."
A red leather dog collar with a chain attached, and a roll of black electrical tape. She pressed both into my hands, fished the notepad and pen back out from where she'd tucked them between her breasts, wrote something, and held it up.
If you tie me up with these, you'll feel safe, right?
"Ah."
So she wanted to be tied up and sleep next to me. All that talk about being considerate, and the real play had just been a long con to get herself bound.
"So what you're saying is, you want to be tied up for bed."
She started hammering her little fists against my chest like she was offended, then wrote something else and shoved it in my face.
I'm being considerate so Jihunnie can feel at ease!
Sure. We'd go with that. I huffed a laugh.
"Alright, fine. Before we sleep, though..."
I glanced toward the bathroom.
"Let's wash up first."
She blinked at me, head tilted.
Even so, there was no way we were going to bed covered in cum. I took the doll into the bathroom with me. The second she saw the bathtub, she started trembling and looked up at me — like she was asking whether I seriously planned to put her in there. Fair enough. The only holes she could breathe through were her pussy and her clit, so if she went into a filled tub, my senior wouldn't be able to breathe.
"We're just going to take a quick shower and get out."
Not that I wouldn't have liked to get in the tub with her. It was late, though. Next time.
I turned on the shower and looked at her. She seemed to think something over, then suddenly climbed into the empty bathtub and crooked a finger at me — come here.
"You want me to fill the tub?"
Wrong guess. She shook her head and crooked her finger again, more insistently. I gave her a puzzled look, then stepped in and stood in front of her the way she wanted. She started tracing letters on my chest with her finger.
"...Lie down? In the tub?"
She nodded. I did as I was told and lay down in the bathtub. The moment I was on my back, she settled in with me, leaning her back against my chest like I was a pillow. Her silk-soft silver hair tickled my skin. She tipped her head back to look up at me, then started writing on my arm.
"Wash. Me? You want me to wash you like this?"
Another nod. She couldn't get into a filled tub, so she wanted the vibe, at least. It was cute enough that I stroked her hair, then turned the shower to hot and ran it over both of us until we were warm. Then it occurred to me that the heat might be stifling for her, so I eased it down to lukewarm. Lukewarm or not, it still felt plenty cool against my skin.
"Alright. Let's get you cleaned up."
She nodded, then tucked her face against my chest and went still. She wanted to be washed just like this, then. I took the showerhead in my right hand and used the fingers of my left to pry her sealed mouth open. The cum she'd been holding in came spilling out, running down over her breasts. She'd been keeping quite a mouthful in there. I soaped up my hand and worked it over her face and chest, then slid my index and middle fingers into her mouth and stirred, cleaning the inside thoroughly.
Mmph! Mm-ghh!
I finished by holding her mouth open with two fingers and rinsing it out with the shower.
Alright, then...
Face done. Next was her pussy. I soaped my hand again and pushed a finger inside her.
She clenched down hard.
Hngh♡... nnh♡!
Sensitive spot — her moans came through loud and clear. I hooked an arm around her slim waist and, under the perfectly reasonable pretext of getting her clean, worked my fingers around inside her cunt.
Hah♡! Hnngh♡~!
I'd meant to just wash her and be done with it, but those sounds were getting me hard all over again. The hour was the hour, though. Better to finish up and get out. I soaped the inside of her thoroughly, then rinsed her out with the shower until even the inside of her pussy ran clean. I considered shampooing her hair too, then figured it didn't matter — she was a doll.
"Alright. Done."
She gave a tiny nod, went limp all over, and slumped against me, lingering in the afterglow. I left her there, squeezed shampoo into my hand, and started washing my own hair. She turned her head and stared at me, dazed. Then she suddenly stood up, grabbed my arm, and started tugging — get up.
"Hm?"
I rose, still looking confused. She took my hand and started writing on my palm.
"You'll wash me?"
She nodded, grabbed the shampoo bottle, tipped it into her mouth, and started holding a mouthful of the stuff. Then she slowly sank down. Her soapy hands wrapped around my cock and started stroking, and I thickened in her grip all over again. She pointed at my cock, then at her own mouth. So that was what she'd meant by washing me.
I huffed a laugh and stroked her hair.
"All yours."
She nodded like she meant to give it everything she had, then slid my cock into her mouth and began slowly bobbing her head.