Straight From Japan

"C'mere love," Faith said, patting the couch next to her. Douglas looked over quizzically, but walked over and sat beside her.

Alaska had been tough. Grueling weather conditions, coupled with Devonte monopolizing Faith, had left Douglas stircrazy.

"So I know it's tough not having a girlfriend," Faith said. "So we found you a good replacement."

Douglas looked at her, confused. The only women around here were Eskimo women, twenty miles away. Faith stood up, walking to Douglas's bedroom, and beckoning him inside. Was he actually going to get some pussy?

Laying on the bed was a sex doll. Not a cheap blowup thing, but a realistic one that obviously cost thousands of dollars.

"What's her name?" Douglas asked, looking her over. The doll had a vaguely Eurasian look to her, normal enough and exotic enough to appeal to any consumer. Faith looked at the instructions.

"It says Yuna. Go on, give her a spin. I want to watch." Douglas flushed, disrobing, his small cock stiffening all the same.

"I forgot how small it was. Here, you'll want some warming lube," Faith said, tossing him a small bottle.

Douglas lubed up the sex doll, climbing on board, the warming oils making it feel surprisingly like a real pussy. He pushed in, the walls of the toy hugging at his cock, milking at it. He moaned loudly.

"That good, huh?" Faith teased. "C'mon, be a gentleman, give her a kiss." Douglas flushed harder, sucking at Yuna's plush bottom lip. He wondered absentlymindedly if a blowjob from the doll would feel good. His cock started to twitch, delivering his thick seed into the sex doll, his new girlfriend.

"Wow, I forgot you didn't last long," Faith said. "C'mon, clean her up. You can borrow some of my clothes to dress her." She slipped out of the room, as Douglas's lips pressed to Yuna's pussy, cleaning her only as a cuckold would.