A quickie before bed

As tired as I was, the fear that I might've just turned off Emily so she could sleep through her own **** was enough to wake me up completely. What if there was a fire? Or an intruder? Well apparently people didn't commit physical crimes against my property now... or at least that's what Zoe had said, but what about a female intruder? I suppose that was unlikely and it seemed unlikely a woman would ever try anything with me around. It was mostly just the fire and how likely was that?

Like most of my anxieties, or anyone's anxiety – I hoped so at least – this was another situation of worrying about the 'technically possible' as a 'certain to happen.' One night, with me beside her was about as likely to be dangerous as any other night. But this was a horrifying realization that with this level of control over another persons autonomy was a minefield of potential hazards, potential blood and suffering on my hands....

As I calmed down though, I looked over Emily's sleeping form, soft and curvy, she wasn't a model, she was just a regular girl, technically attainable, but taken, out of reach for everyone except one person, but now I had become the second, even more important than the first at that. The memory of her words, her encouragement to keep toying with her and other women like objects echoed in my mind.

I felt a now familiar twinge of guilt as I flipped off the covers from the both of us and sat up, but it was getting quieter and quieter the more I kept indulging myself. I should've been scared of that, I was screaming at myself in the back of my mind, but it was getting further and further back, as I looked up and down Emily's soft, plush form.

Getting out of bed I walked over to the foot of it, down by the busy mother's small feet and moving almost automatically not really thinking or worrying about my actions anymore I grabbed her by the ankles and roughly yanked her towards me. Her breathing stuttered for just a second as her entire body was jerked and bounced on the bed, her modest breast bouncing upwards under her loose shirt at the violent movement, but she was back to her peaceful sleep in an instant, save for her arms now stretched above her head and her hair fanned out, trailing behind her.

I walked back a bit dragging her until her hips were at the foot of my bed and unceremoniously dropped her feet, her heels thudding against the floor a bit harder than I had intended, but if it had hurt she didn't show any reaction.

I was being a bit rougher than I'd normally ever be, but there was this thrill that she was literally just a doll for me now, a sex toy, a life sized doll, that made it hard to hold back. I wouldn't admit this to anyone, but I'd looked up life sized anime sex dolls more than I was proud of, and even with my generous allowance the price was enough to convince me that I should just get a girlfriend like a normal person. But now, for practically nothing except my own nagging conscious I had a real living doll. I could have a collection, I could start dressing her up and using her to furnish my apartment. Hell I could make her furniture like I did with Sophia.

I tried to shake the thoughts from my head, much slower than I liked, and not as thoroughly as I'd hoped, the twinge of excitement at collecting women like anime figures was starting to buzz around the back of my mind as I looked at Emily laying beneath me, motionless, limp, just like a toy and she'd stay that way until she woke up in the morning. I wasn't over my doubts or my ethical qualms, a week and a few conversations had somehow failed to change my mind completely, but alone, with my thoughts and a **** woman I couldn't stop myself from considering the upsides to my new situation. The fantasies I had before I confronted my ex, the fantasies Marcus teased me over suppressing....

I was rock hard at this point, I wasn't even trying to talk myself out of it this time, with my darker temptations whispering in my ear I rushed to drop my pants and kick them aside, my cock throbbing like I hadn't just blown a couple loads in her mere hours ago.

Once my pants were off I quickly worked Emily's down to her knees before hugging her legs together and pushing them up and bracing them with my shoulder, her feet wobbling limply on one side my head, and lined up with her pussy. I slowly teased her entrance, trying to find it without having eyes on it. I fully intended to just plow right on in once I did, but taking the time to line up helped me realize she wasn't wet anymore. While she was motionless and limp like a doll she wasn't lubed up and ready to go like one. That was a disappointing reminder and was almost enough to throw cold water in my plans. Should I get down on my knees and eat her out before hand? Give myself more time to contemplate my actions, to second guess myself? If I had lube I could continue to treat her like a doll, but I was woefully under-prepared for having a living sex toy for the night.

I then had an idea, leaning forward, folding the plush MILF in half, her thighs squishing against her belly and nearly requiring my entire weight to pin her down enough to get within inches of her ear I whispered,

"Get wet for me."

I wondered for a few moments if this would even work in her sleep, but after teasing her slit for a minute I was soon met with a slippery drool, far more than my clumsy fumbling and humping should've gotten. In hindsight it made sense, even when I turned off Sophia I was able to wake her up again. So there must've been some outside element besides consciousness. Did she even need to be able to hear me?

That felt like a really important realization, but I elected to file it away for later as I felt a trickle of Emily's juices roll over the head of my cock. If even thoughts could affect women and not explicit orders and verbal requests it was certainly important to look into, but with my doll warmed up and ready such concerns could wait.

Now that she was ready for me I pushed inside her, letting out a shameless, animal groan, for no one but myself. She was ****, no more than a toy right now, and yet, she was still a person, a partner and even though she wasn't awake to hear me moan, something about it felt empowering, I was enjoying her body and I was letting her now in a way a silicon pussy would never even acknowledge.

Leaning forward once again, pushing her thick thighs against her soft belly – although not nearly as much as when I whispered in her ear, I started to ride her. Grunting and panting mixed with the wet sloppy slapping of her pussy with every deep thrust as I used her without a single care for her pleasure. Without any reason to hold back I didn't last for particularly long, but I didn't care, I was just dumping a quick load so I could sleep, right in her pussy. With a satisfied roar I started to pump deep inside her, painting her cervix with goo. I was actually surprised by how much I managed to cum for a third time in a single night.

After catching my breath with a satisfied sigh I pulled out of her now gaping hole and let my seed dribble free. For a moment I hesitated, pulling up on her legs and lifting her hips off the bed, trying to keep the cum inside as I tossed over another idea. What if I just started knocking up random women just because I could? Surprisingly, even post nut I wasn't completely appalled by the idea, just slightly disgusted with myself... but she was on birth control, if I just put a pillow under her tonight and let her wake up with a full belly how much of a gamble would that have been?

Ultimately my righteous side still managed to win out, it was too big of a risk. Even if nothing I did was technically **** it still felt a bit too far... for now.

After cleaning her up as best I could and dragging her back into the middle of the bed I climbed back in beside her and fell asleep contemplating how I could 'ethically' impregnate random women for my own amusement.