On A Date

James must have dozed off in the chair at the restaurant, waiting for his blind date to arrive. He started awake when the redheaded waiter tapped him on the shoulder and whispered to him "Your date has arrived." James looked over to where he was pointing, and he was stunned. His date looked absolutely amazing!

She stood 5' tall, her complexion a waxy, plastic-ish peach, her hair a blonde bob that looked painted onto her head, her mouth a tantalizing red O. James was a gentleman, but couldn't help stealing a quick peek at her tits and crotch as he stood up to escort her to her seat, marveling at the cones sticking out from her chest and the exposed opening of her dry, plastic pussy. He had to admit, she had chosen a daring outfit this evening.

He led her to his table, helped her sit down, and then took his seat across from her. He waited for her to make the first move, just sitting and staring into her beautiful eyes. Eventually, he decided she must be shy, so he initiated. "So, what do you do for a living?" he asked. She just sat in silence, staring blankly at him. It was so sexy the way she just stayed there, unblinking, unmoving, with a fixed expression on her face.

The waiter must have read James' mind, because she appeared and touched his shoulder. "It's ok, you can act on your urges here. No one in the restaurant will judge you."

James didn't need to be told twice, He nearly leapt over the table in his rush to get to his hot date. He lifted her, bent her over the table, and started pounding into her loose, plastic pussy. "Uung, yes, yes. You're so hot. So sexy. The sexiest woman in the world. Everyone else looks so fake compared to you. I want you. I want you forever."

His waiter touched him again, apparently having more to say. "James, awake."

Suddenly, the woman James was pounding wasn't so hot. In fact, she was an inflatable sex doll! There wasn't anything particularly attractive about her, and if it weren't for this witch's curse and Mistress' control (why did he think Mistress instead of Mistress' name?), he wouldn't be caught dead with a toy like this. Still, even with all the shame and embarrassment written clear as day on his face, he couldn't stop thrusting his hips. Mistress really had total control over him. Fuck.

Mistress touched James one more time. "Sleep"

And James' consciousness faded out, still feeling his hips thrusting as everything disappeared.