Day 3

Day 3

I was hoping Sylvester would finally get it all out of his system quickly. However, after a blowjob and an hour groping my tits, he still doesn't seem to be done with me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy him squeezing my breasts even though they are starting to feel a bit sore, but I feel like we really aren't making any progress and I'm getting extremely impatient.

"Let's get you back in front of the projector." He suggests between two licks on one of my nipples while I try and concentrate on finishing the report I started yesterday morning.

"Again?!" I protest half-heartedly. I love testing the machine and I always let him test it on me, even if it is totally useless at this point.

"Again." He confirms matter-of-factly. He finally lets go of me and walks towards the controls as I make my way to the chair, in front of the projector.

"And how far will you go with your suggestions today?" I ask mockingly as he adjusts the dials. "Are you finally going to skip the foreplay and get me to worship the very air you breathe?"

He shrugs without looking up from what he's doing. "Something like that."

I laugh quietly and lean against the backrest. I'm shivering in the cold room now but don't mind too much. I'm far more comfortable in the nude than in my lab coat anyway... "Maybe once you'll finally figure out that the machine isn't working we'll be able to get back to work." I add before closing my eyes as he turns it on again, adjusting some settings with a look of intense concentration on his face.

"I think that, one way or another, we'll definitely be on the right track after this cession." He assures me.

"Good..." I mumble as I rub my temples. The pleasant humming of the projector is once again giving me a headache.

"Jenny..." He says with some hesitation. "You aren't the brilliant scientist you think you are."

"Excuse me?!" I snap open an eye and glare at him.

"I did all the work, building this machine." He continues with a grin. "You're nothing more than my assistant."

"Waow!" I scoff at him, wide-eyed. "Is that what you want me to believe? And what for? So you wouldn't have to share credit? Power?"

"It would mostly be a good final test." He explains as if it's obvious. "And sure, I wouldn't mind not having to share the machine with you."

"Oh I'm sure you wouldn't" I shout angrily. "I came to you with this technology! I invented it! I needed your help building it, but you are never going to make me believe I didn't at least do half the work."

He looks away with a shy smile and scratches his head. "Well I guess that suggestion didn't work..."

"You think?" I mock bitterly. Even if the machine worked, and it obviously doesn't, no suggestion wave would ever be strong enough for me to be convinced I didn't play a critical role in its development. Sure, when all is said and done, he might have been the key actor in making this project happen, but I had the original idea! It is unlikely he would have even thought about building such a device in the first place.

"I'll tell you what I think." Sylvester sighs as he rubs his beard between his fingers as if he was deep in contemplation. "You only exist to serve and please me."

I open my mouth to protest and try and retort with some witty reply but can't find anything to respond to such absurdity.

"Your body is meant to be used, by me. You are my property." He continues without letting me speak. "You're not even a real human being. You're just my glorified sentient fuck doll and you're perfectly fine with that."

"Jeez!" I finally blurt out as I look up at the ceiling of the room and start shaking my head. I knew the guy was a creep but I certainly didn't expect him to go that far... "Just how big of an asshole are you?"

"Pretty fucking huge." He laughs as he turns the machine off. "But I guess it wont matter much to you in a little bit."

"You think it wont matter to me?" I scoff as I get out of my chair, my large tits bouncing wildly. "What? Because you think all that bullshit is going to take hold inside my brain and I'm suddenly going to be your happy obedient fuck doll?" I can't believe him right now. Men! You give them a little and they ask for it all. "I've just spent the last couple days assisting you with your... urges... and that's still all you can think about?"

"I guess it isn't enough." He says simply, moving away from the controls while looking at me intently.

"Not enough?" I yell back at him angrily. "Letting you grope me isn't enough? Blowing you on demand is not enough?"

"No."

"Then why didn't you just say so?" I growl through gritted teeth. "If you're not satisfied with the way I provide you with... sexual relief... then maybe we can compromise!"

"Really?" He asks with an annoying little smile.

"Yes, Sylvester!" I insist, rolling my eyes. "There is a world between sex and turning me into your obedient sex ****!" How could that guy think I wouldn't be ready to do a bit more to please him if it could help him get the work done? How could letting him fuck me from time to time be any worse than sucking his cock whenever he wants?

"I guess I just didn't consider that option..." He shrugs.

"I may not be as smart as you are but for such a genius you can be pretty dense, sometimes." I retort sarcastically.

"I guess I didn't realize how much you were ready to do to help me." He chuckles, looking at me intently.

"Sylvester!" I sigh exasperatedly and move closer to him. "I might have had the idea for the suggestion waves but you are the only reason we're standing next to an almost functional prototype. You are probably the only person in the entire world that could make it work and all I can to is help you any way I can."

"What are you saying?" He looks at me quizzically with those blue eyes of his.

"Oh! Seriously?" I laugh out loud. "You're thinking about your suggestion, aren't you?" This guy is unbelievable! How can he still be convinced everything is working the way it's supposed to when all evidence point to the opposite?

He nods slowly before raising one eyebrow. "Yes..."

"I'll say it, and it has nothing to do with the machine." I sigh. "Yes, in many ways I've been more of an assistant to you than a partner. I guess it's just hard for me to admit it."

"And?" He prompts, moving closer, wrapping his arms around me, my naked tits now squeezed against his chest.

"And if sex can help you, I'll do whatever you want me to." I whisper quietly as his hands slide down until they grasp my ass. "Anything to help, Sylvester." And I mean it. Assisting him is too important to let any other consideration get in the way. The work we are doing, our partnership, are far too important. My entire life now revolves around what Sylvester is doing, no matter how annoying it is. In a way, I really only exist to help him.

"What if I really want you to be my obedient sex ****?" He asks suggestively as he starts squeezing my big round butt cheeks.

I sigh and shake my head slightly, leaning back into his touch. "Then... I guess I can play the part." I answer honestly. "I don't mind pretending if it helps."

"Oh it would help, for sure!" He nods in agreement, smiling mischievously while stroking my ass cheek with his palm. His hand then slides up to cup my left tit and I can't stop but moan softly as he squeezes it.

He then grabs me by the hips and lifts me off of the ground, swinging me around before dropping me on a nearby desk. He certainly seems to know what he wants from me and I moan as I realize how happy it makes me to see him enjoy using my body. I might pretend otherwise but the reality is that I've been pretty much useless in this whole project so far, barely assisting him. I'm not as brilliant as I'd like everyone to believe. Now, finally, I feel useful. I have a clear purpose.

Sylvester spreads my legs wide apart, looking at me intently. "You'll let me do anything I want?" He asks with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Yes." I gasp out immediately. "Anything." It's ironic that the machine doesn't work, I realize. He's been desperately trying to use it to turn me into his obedient sex **** when it was obvious from the start that it already was the only thing I could be. The only rational thing for me to be.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his erect cock as he leans down over me. "Lets get started then." He growls as he brushes his dick against my wet pussy lips, spreading them open slightly.

I moan softly and close my eyes as I lean back against the desk. Sylvester holds my leg up and pushes his cockhead inside my dripping cunt. His thick member easily slides in, filling me with its girth as it slips past my sensitive inner folds. I gasp and I'm hit by a vision. I see myself, mouth open, being fucked by Sylvester on that desk, like these real life size dolls used by some men... Oh! How funny, I think while he starts fucking me as hard as he can. I really am nothing more than a glorified fuck doll after all, aren't I? After all, these human sized sex toys are only meant to be used for sexual relief. Isn't it what I'm for, too? If my only purpose is to provide sexual relief to Sylvester, then that is why I am... And if I'm Sylvester's glorified sex doll, then am I not nothing more than an object? His property? Sure, I am a human being, but human beings usually have a will of their own. Independence. I want nothing else than assisting Sylvester, providing for his needs, especially his sexual needs. I don't really have any will of my own, if I really think about it. Actually... it means I'm not even a real human being in the first place. In a way, I'm just an organic sentient fuck doll!

My owner grunts loudly as he begins thrusting his cock into me as fast as he can. My body bounces off the desk as he continues pumping in and out of me with a deep, hard rhythm. I moan with each of his powerful thrusts into my pussy and look at him with lust-filled eyes. I want to be used. I need to be used by my owner. That is all I want to be now.

Soon, Sylvester can't hold it back anymore and shouts as he fills my cunt with cum. His large member twitches inside of me, spilling warm gooey seed into me. It feels amazing, hot and sticky inside of me. I've been used. I provided him pleasure. I'm so happy!

"What..." He mumbles, out of breath, standing over me. "What are you?"

"I'm your fuck doll, of course!" I answer excitedly. I know it sounds silly to say it out loud but... isn't that what I am after all?

"Good!" He chuckles before kissing my neck passionately. "And what about the machine? You still don't believe it works?"

Obviously not, I think, but it's not my place to say. He knows best. "I'm not sure. Do you think it works?" I ask him.

He smiles at me.

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