210

The door opens into the dark of room carelessly, bouncing off the wall and left to hang open as Amy falls into room 210. She spins round to turn on the light and moves with her back to the bed to rip off her necklace and throw it on the dresser beside her, followed by her t-shirt. Her perky breasts bounce out from under the garment as she turns to the bed. And jumps back in shock.

Her buttocks smack the dresser, but Amy barely notices the pain as she stares, wide-eyed and mouth agape, towards the bed.

A strange man lies on the bed, silent, and naked. With arms at his sides and legs slightly apart, he seems relaxed - bar an angry red erection jutting skyward.

"I'm so sorry! I... eh..." Amy is trying to not look at the stark figure, only he hasn't given any clue that he has registered her presence; open eyes fixed as straight as his dick look right through her to the back wall.

"...hello?"

Cautiously, Amy walks up to the bedside, tilting her head so as to avoid looking at the strangers raging manhood. She waves a hand in front of his face, clicks her fingers. Nothing.

Maybe it's a statue, or a doll. It's so lifelike though. It must be a doll. This Sam guy really is a creep. Deciding more and more that the stranger lying in front of her isn't real, she starts to look it over a little more. From the bright blue eyes and slightly agape mouth, down past the collarbone, defined pecs, attention-drawing abs, and finally a good look at the long, thick cock. It is made to look painfully erect. She can't help herself, she runs a finger over the swollen head and pulls away, watching it spring back to attention.

Amy hasn't had a good fuck in months.

A feeling has been growing in her nether regions, a testament to how good this thing looks, she ponders.

"Oh why not."

She moves down to between the dolls legs, "I'll need to lube you up, big boy." Silly dirty talk for her own benefit, as is the kiss she plants on the lips, running her body down the doll's, taking in the pecs and every ab, the cock caught in the soft flesh of her breasts.

This thing is ridiculously realistic. It feels like a person.

She takes the hard cock in hand and licks it from base to tip, engulfs the head with her luscious lips, bobs her head down as far as her throat then comes up for air. Drool strings from the cock head to her lips. Her head moves back down and she pushes when it hits her throat, slowly making it all the way to the base. Comes up for air again. All the while the pliant cock moves with her, just like the real thing.

Amy can feel her pussy dripping.

She pulls back to the end of the bed and removes her jeans. Her panties come away with a wet, scandalous _shlick _and are thrown into the dolls face. Amy kneels between it's legs rubbing her clit. Her breathing getting more erratic. Her face flushed.

Looking down, she notices something odd. She's sure there's something out of place. She looks closer, the hand on her clit getting faster and more insistent. She spots it, a bubble at the cock head.

Pre-cum?

Suddenly Amy finds that she can't move. This is a real person. She has to get out of here but she's stuck. Her fingers are intent on taking her right to the edge. Her pussy needs that dick. She tries to scream, but instead her lips curl into a lustful smile towards her petrified partner and she rises, moving her pussy over him. Straddling this strangers cock.

There's a moment of fearful anticipation. On her knees above a living statue and his aching, leaking dick.

"...please, just let..." her body sits.

Amy's head jolts towards the ceiling. Her needy pussy stretches round the swollen girth, plunges to the hilt, and Amy forgets for a moment that she didn't fuck this man of her own free will. Her cunt clenches on the welcome invader, her juices running down his shaft, flowing a torrent from his balls. She feels her hands grab her ankles and her hips buck, making his cock own every inch of her slutty pussy, grinding her over-sensitive clit into him, bringing her closer and closer.

And closer.

Amy's body goes still as she cums. Hard. No sound escapes her lips. The bed lies completely still. Yet she cums. And cums. She wants to grind, and fuck. And get off this dick impaling her, it's too much! She needs to escape. Amy cums again.

Exhaustion is very quickly setting in. Impaled on this strangers huge cock with her face reaching for the sky, her mouth in a wide 'O' of constant pleasure, Amy begins to feel the light going dim as an unknown power forces her to sleep.