In Praise of Annie, the Blow-Up Girl of My Dreams

To me, Annie is everything a man could ask for. She’s easy to get along with, never complains, and satisfies me every time. And she’s always willing to try anything new I might come up with, no matter how kinky. I can come on any part of her body or in any of her orifices, and she just looks up at me with an excited and happy look in her big blue eyes, letting me know how much she enjoys it.

Sound too good to be true? Well, maybe that’s because Annie is really a sex toy—a blow-up doll, to be exact—and it therefore follows that she would always be there to serve my needs. But that’s not to say that I don’t treat her well. I always make sure that she’s thoroughly cleaned, inside and out, after every session, and then I tuck her neatly away in the back of my closet.

One of my most favorite times with Annie occurred not long after I had purchased her, when I had already spent several weeks just getting to know her and how she worked. She was pretty attractive once she was inflated—silky white-blonde hair, huge blue eyes, and a deliciously inviting mouth with bright-red lips. I practiced settling my weight on top of her prone form and doing some steady dry humping for a few days before I even got up the nerve to bust out my lube and slide into one of her tight channels.

Thus far, I’d pretty much done just your basic insert cock into cunt, mouth, or asshole and pump until spewing. Her orifices were all tight and hugged every inch of my cock, and her pussy had a detachable vibrating unit that provided me with even more intense stimulation. I never failed to come when fucking Annie, but I was soon ready to move beyond the old in and out and do some real experimenting. I had plenty of fantasies that I wanted to fulfill, and I knew that Annie would be the perfect partner.

I planned my seduction of Annie well. A trip to a thrift store provided the silky dress and the white cotton panties and bra that I dressed her in before positioning her on her back on the bed and leaving for work. All day long my cock twitched in my pants as I pictured my sweet Annie lying on my bed, her legs spread, waiting for me to come home and pleasure her.

Sure enough, when I returned home that day, there she was, just as I had expected. My erection was growing as I gathered the rest of the supplies I needed and climbed up on the bed next to Annie. I began by unbuttoning her dress to the waist and unhooking her bra, then sucked her always-erect cotton-candy-pink nipples. I could almost hear her mewling in delight as I continued my assault, circling one nipple and then the other until they were shiny wet. Then, although she obviously wasn’t going anywhere, I moved her arms up and slipped each wrist into the shackles I had attached to the bedposts. Seeing her bound by those leather cuffs turned me on to no end.

By that point I was hungry for some imitation cunt, so I pulled off her dress and panties and secured her legs in shackles as well. Then I dove straight for her protruding cunt lips and beckoning pink hole, running my tongue all along her folds and then plunging it into her depths. Granted, she tasted and smelled a lot more like plastic than pussy, but my vivid imagination filled in the gap—no pun intended. I cupped her spongy buttocks as I lapped away, and as Annie’s form moved and twisted in the shackles, I pretended she was writhing in ecstasy under the skill of my tongue and lips.

My cock was erect and drooling precome, but I was not yet ready to bury the bone. Instead, I grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup I had placed on the nightstand and began to drip the thick liquid all along Annie’s body, dropping a dollop on each of her nipples and pouring a healthy river down between her cunt lips. Then I resumed my licking, smearing my face with the sticky stuff as I again plundered her cunt with my tongue.

Seeing Annie’s genitals smeared with the brown syrup gave me a deliciously naughty thrill, as did the sticky-sweet chocolate on my face and tongue, which I imagined to be her tasty pussy juices. I had to be inside her then, so I lowered myself on top of her and ran my cock along her slit, lubing it up with a combination of chocolate sauce and saliva. Her syrup-coated nipples clung to my chest hair as I lined up my cock and began to work my way in, groaning in delight as her rubber pussy engulfed me.

I remained still inside her for a few moments before beginning to thrust, picking up speed with each stroke. It was then that I switched on the vibrating unit, which almost sent me hurtling into oblivion. The textured walls of her cunt began crawling all over my cock as I continued to bang into her, thrusting so hard that her head bumped against the headboard with each stroke. I thought I could hear Annie crying out in my ear, begging me to give it to her harder, deeper, faster.

I could have shot my seed right then, but I had another idea of how I wanted to finish up. As quickly as possible, I released Annie from her shackles and flipped her over. I propped several pillows under her pelvis and prepared to enter her asshole. With my left hand I pressed her bobbing torso down into the mattress, while with my right, I lined up my cock with her rosebud. It was slightly tighter than her cunt as I slid in, and I could still feel the vibrating unit through her pussy wall. I began to pump, slipping several fingers into her cunt hole so I could massage my rod as it slid back and forth. The sensation was out of this world.

I pinned her legs down with mine and continued to pummel her tight hole. As my head began to spin with my impending orgasm, I cried out, “Oh, Annie, I love fucking you in the ass!” Seconds later, I was screaming in delight as I sent wad after wad of hot come hurtling deep into her inner recesses.

When I regained my senses, I escorted Annie to the shower for an easy cleanup, then tucked her back into my closet. The chocolate-stained sheets were another story, but I figured that even if they were ruined, the incredible satisfaction I had experienced was worth the price of new bedding.

Someday I hope to find a real woman to share my fantasies with, but until then, I expect that Annie and I will spend many more sticky-sweet nights together.

—Mr. Horace B., Tulsa, Oklahoma