Perverts 'R' Us

Kiku

By Dudester ( M/F, M-Sex Doll, ped, cons, seduc, viol )

I wrote this after seeing a detailed review of a movie where a man buys a sex doll, and he's the only one who can hear her speak. I think this is chickenshit. A parent said, "If you can do better..." Well I did and here's my contribution. I hope you enjoy it. By the way, if you like this story, check out my other stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dude/www/

Dave Hartman grew tense as he saw the UPS truck pull up. The middle aged receiving parts manager had placed the order nearly three weeks ago. He had taken a two hour lunch break from work to get the package. He hoped, prayed, and wished, that the UPS man would not start a conversation about what was in the large box he was receiving today. Dave had saved for two years to get the high priced item and the last thing he wanted was to talk to someone about what was inside the box.

The UPS man stepped into the back of the truck and opened the rear doors. Dave went outside to meet him. Dave was grateful, but not entirely relieved, when the UPS man acknowledged his presence, then professionally and carefully took the five foot, five inch, by three foot box from the rear of the truck and carefully placed it on a hand truck.

"Where do you want it?" the UPS man asked.

Dave pointed to his open doorway. The UPS man wheeled the box inside and placed it just inside the doorway. The UPS man handed Dave a clipboard and Dave signed for the box. The UPS man then headed back to his truck and left without further conversation. Dave sighed in relief and hurried indoors.

He closed his front door and examined the box. He then took a box cutter from his pocket and started a careful incision of the box. He cut away one entire side of the box and peeled away the cardboard to reveal a green box that closely resembled a trunk. He removed the green box from the cardboard, and then examined the bill of ladling taped to the box. The bill of ladling had his information, along with pricing information of the box's contents and instructions for complaints/damaged goods. That done, he examined the latches along the seam of the green box. Nervously, he opened the four latches and opened the box.

She stood five foot one, with perfect brown hair, and a doll's face that actually looked more human than doll. She was dressed in a mid thigh length pink dress. She had been advertised as anatomically correct, lifelike, and carried a base price tag of seven thousand dollars, but Dave had sprung for the deluxe package-which had the tag line, "her insides are warm". Dave looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one was looking, and then he lifted the hem of the dress.

She had a red velvet thong on. Dave pulled the thong down and looked at the hairless pubic area of the doll. It looked like the real thing. He felt the slit with his middle finger, then found her opening. He forced his finger in the tiny opening and found that not only was it warm, but slightly moist too. He grew excited and checked his watch. It was forty minutes until he was due back at work, and it was a twenty minute drive.

He closed up the green box, loaded it in his car and drove at a hectic but legal pace, taking the package home where he unloaded it in his closed garage, carried it into the house and placed it in his "secure" closet, which he locked with a deadbolt. He locked up his house and headed back to work, stopping for a sandwich on the way.

The next four hours at work seemed to be an eternity. Dave couldn't wait until he got home to play with his new toy. When five o'clock finally came around, Dave hurried from work to his home. Once there, he took the box from his closet. He paused for a moment to close his window shades, and then returned to the box. He carefully took her from the box and sat her on the couch.

He marveled at the craftsmanship. He had sent in pictures of what he wanted. Although she somewhat resembled Miley Cyrus, she was taken from pictures of a preteen model named Sandra, when Sandra was twelve years old. Fortunately, he had the full series of nude shots of her taken at that age, full frontal, side, and back. A moment later, he started undressing her, savoring the moment. He especially enjoyed taking off the Maidenform bra, designed to hold in the precious A-cup puffs of flesh. A moment later, he had the thong off too.

He then stepped back to admire the doll again. The maker had made her breasts with the light beige puffy nipples. He especially enjoyed that feature of her. He looked between her legs. Kneeling before her, he spread her legs and leaned her back as he placed his face up against her preteen like pudenten. He licked her outer folds, and then pushed his tongue against her opening. Like it had been earlier in the day, it was warm to the touch. He licked her for a moment, and then opened his pants.

He paused. He was ready to deflower his doll, but somehow, it didn't feel right. He looked her over for a long moment, then closed his pants and dressed the doll. He then lifted the doll and took her to his bedroom. He sat her on an ottoman next to the bed and went out.

The Doll House was jumping. Destiny greeted him at the door. His regular for the past three years, Destiny worked as a waitress/dancer. For certain customers, she would put away the change belt and carrying tray for a little while. She gave him a kiss and they hurried to her little cubby. Inside the cubby, she locked the door, and then allowed him to undress her. Two minutes later she was fully nude and lay back on the small couch. He placed his head between her legs and proceeded to eat her out.

Destiny especially enjoyed his skill at eating pussy. Dave was the only customer that did that. Dave knew how to get her excited and in minutes had her on the road to orgasmic bliss. After her first orgasm, Dave mounted and entered her. Inside of a minute, he shot his load in her, catching both of them by surprise.

"Rough day at work?" she asked.

"Something like that" he answered.

"I won't charge you extra if you want to continue."

Dave smiled and resumed humping her.

A half hour later, when they had finished, Destiny took a wipe from her purse and cleaned herself. Dave was the only customer she let go without a condom.

"So, rough day?" she asked as she continued to clean.

"Actually, I saw someone like you. It got me excited" he lied.

"Awww, that's sweet" she said as she paused to kiss him.

"So, how's school?" he asked.

"Three semesters, and I'm finished", she answered.

"What about a boyfriend?"

"You are my boyfriend."

"Not really."

"A girl has to make a living, you know."

"I think you enjoy the work."

"Dave, I'm a mess. You don't want me."

He stood and gave her a kiss, then handed her fee to her.

Dave stopped for some take out on the way home. Taking it home, he gobbled it down while watching the local 9 p.m. news. Afterwards, he read two chapters of a thriller he was reading, and then turned in.

She came to him in his dreams. He never saw her face, but she climbed on his back and began kneading his flesh, de-stressing the muscles and tendons underneath. Expertly, she worked down his spine, eventually coming to his glutes. Lovingly, she worked his glutes, making tiny circles. Eventually, she worked his thighs and calves. When she reached his ankles she whispered "turn over".

He rolled onto his back. A moment later, he felt his dick enter a warm wet cavity. He never felt so aroused, but the feeling was all too brief. She rearranged her body, and then positioned herself above him. She lowered herself gently, slowly taking his dick into her all too small vagina. When her tiny pussy was filled to capacity, she began pumping him. He felt her tiny hands on his chest as she balanced herself to work her hips on him.

He quickly reached the point of no return, emptying his seed into her. He tried looking up, but she seemed to vaporize into the night.

Morning seemed to come too early. The alarm woke him from a deep sleep. As he struggled to find a reason to rise, he reminded himself that it was Friday morning and he only had to survive eight meaningless hours at work. He sat up and looked at his new purchase, still sitting on the ottoman.

Getting up to start his day, he paused briefly in front of her and kissed her forehead. He made a mental note to shop for some lingerie on the way home. He gently touched her head, and then started his morning routine.

That evening, Friday evening, when he got home he had the lingerie. He went to the kitchen first and made his dinner. After dinner, he went to his bedroom with the lingerie. He dressed the doll in the lingerie, and once again admired the craftsmanship of the doll maker. He smiled and lifted the doll, taking her to the living room.

He popped one of his favorite war movies in the DVD player, and then sat next to the doll. He put his arm around her, as if she was a movie date, and started watching the movie. Twenty minutes later, his arm started going numb, so he placed the doll in his easy chair, and he lay on the couch to finish the movie.

Three hours later, the movie finished. As he stood up to leave the room, he thought he saw a smile on the doll's face. He smiled and went to his bedroom where he turned in for the night.

She came to him again in his dreams. In his dream, he was laying on a couch watching a movie.

"Can I join you on the couch?" the little girl asked.

"Is it ok with your father?" he asked.

"He's asleep, I don't think he'd mind" she answered.

He shifted, and she backed into him, spooning up against his body. He could smell the freshness of her hair, and this was arousing to him. He placed his right hand on her shoulder. Her softness was pleasing. He slid his hand down and started caressing her arm.

She placed her left hand on his hand and guided the arm down her body to her hips. She pushed his hand just past the hem of her nighty, and then pulled his hand back up so that the fabric of her nighty was pulled up above her hips. By touching her bare skin he could tell she wasn't wearing any panties.

Her hand left his hand and went behind her body to reach into his underwear. She found his member, now stiff, and guided it between her legs. As his member entered her, she let go with her hand, and pushed her hips onto him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pushed her onto him. He felt himself sliding deep into her warm, moist tightness.

The love making between them was slow and gentle. He could hear her gently mewing. He increased his speed and delivered his load into her.

They laid together for several moments as their breathing returned to normal. She pulled his arm to her lips and gently kissed him several times. Then she disengaged from him and disappeared into the ethers of dreamland.

He woke up feeling exhausted. He got up and relieved himself in the bathroom, then returned to his bed. The light of dawn came through the windows. He closed his eyes and drifted back into the bliss of sleep.

He woke up three hours later feeling better. He rose and went into the kitchen. He placed bacon in his frying pan. As it began to fry, he went into the living room. He retrieved the doll and sat her at one end of his kitchen table. He returned to cooking and put together a lumberjack's breakfast.

He sat at the table and began to dig into his breakfast. He was several bites in when he heard a child's voice:

"Do you have any more cookies?"

He stopped in mid bite and looked around. Slowly, he rose from the table. He looked around some more, leaving the kitchen briefly to see if there was a child in his house. Seeing no one, he returned to the kitchen and quietly sat at the table.

Carefully, he lifted another bite to his lips. His eyes were up and he was alert. He saw her move as the doll asked again, "Don't you have any cookies?"

He jumped up, backing away from the table. He stared at her in terror. Summoning his strength, he asked, "You can speak?"

"In seven languages, but you prefer English, yes?" she answered.

His mouth fell open. .A million thoughts ran through his mind. He could only ask the obvious. "Are you alive?"

She got a confused look on her face, "what is...alive?" she asked.

"You know...breathing, a heartbeat, and blood."

The confused look persisted. "I don't know" she answered.

"Do you have parents?"

"Parents? No. I was programmed to please you."

"Please me?"

"I am interested only in you. I can talk to you, or remain quiet-if that is what you wish. I can sing, dance, and play the piano. I know over one thousand songs. I can do chores for you, clean your house, cook, and wash."

She stood, stepped from the table, and removed her top. "And I can love you."

She stepped forward and locked lips with him. Dave had kissed a lot of girls and women. This kiss was as good as the best he ever had; however, the thing that was different was her taste. Although there was moisture in her kiss, she didn't taste like a human, she tasted like a doll.

He broke the kiss. "Come on" he said as he took her hand and led her from the kitchen.

They went into his bedroom. There, he undressed, then removed her thong. He laid her on the bed. Spreading her legs he began eating her out. She responded to his touch, moaning softly. Although Dave had slept with twenty some women, he had never had sex with a girl. Her childish moaning aroused him. Not only was his dick hard, but he felt the tightening in his perineum that indicated to him a truly hot erotic experience. He stopped eating her out and he mounted her.

"Oh Dave" she whispered as he entered her.

Once he was inside her he began pumping her, slowly at first, then increasing in speed and force. She moaned in a louder tone while she caressed him.

"Yes, yes" she whispered.

He felt his cum rising and he shot into her, four long satisfying spurts followed by two small spurts that sent satisfying tingles up his spine. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. She held him, gently kneading his shoulders with her fingers.

She waited for his breathing to return to normal. "Do you have any cookies?" she asked.

"What is it with you and cookies?"

"I need the sugar and gluten."

"What do you run on?"

"Cookies and water."

"No, I mean your power source."

Her face wrinkled up. "I don't know what you mean" she answered.

"Do you plug in, do you run on batteries?"

"Not that I know of. As long as I get cookies and water every day, I'm fine."

He turned her over and carefully scanned her, starting at her skull and working down to her feet. A little confused, he laid her back on her back and placed his ear on her chest while placing fingers on her wrist as he looked for a pulse. Confused he had her get up and put the pink dress back on while he got dressed himself. Then he drove her to the local drug store.

There is a machine to check blood pressure and pulse. He had her sit in the chair and places her arm through the loop. He pressed the button and watched the cuff inflate. Numbers came up, but nothing that indicated her blood pressure. She got a pained look on her face. "It hurts Dave," she complained. Dave hit the abort button. The blood pressure cuff deflated. She pulled her arm out of the loop and winced as she rubbed it.

Dave grew even more confused. How could she not have blood pressure, but feel pain? Another machine, much smaller, checked someone's pulse by inserting a finger in the machine. After seven fingers and no readings, he gave up.

Dave ended up buying a couple of packages of cookies, a case of bottled water, and a stethoscope. In the car, on the way home, she smiled while munching the cookies and drinking the water. He looked at her with concern.

"You're a mystery to me" he said.

"How so Dave?"

"I don't even know your name."

"It's Kiku (pronounced kee-koo), but you can call me anything you like. I am yours."

He was quiet for a moment while he thought. A disturbing thought entered his mind.

"My younger brother is coming over today" he said, "He's going to ask questions. How am I going to explain you? I can't say that you're a long lost relative."

"In the bottom of the case I arrived in," she explained, "you will find a birth certificate and adoption papers. They are legal. They are from the Genk Prefecture of Japan, where I come from. You paid for the deluxe model. I am the deluxe model. With the deluxe model you get the papers."

He was staring at her in amazement, so much so that he now only noticed he was running off the road. He swerved and straightened out.

"Dave, are you ok?" she asked.

"No" he answered in a stern tone.

The rest of the drive was in silence. When they got home and went inside he took the stethoscope out and carefully checked her. He didn't hear a heartbeat or pulse, but he thought he heard the whirring of some kind of motor in her.

The whole time he checked her out she looked at him with curiosity and concern. Finally, he stopped and looked at her while he gathered his thoughts. He broke his silence with a question. "Why didn't you move or speak the first couple of days I had you?"

"I imprinted off of you. It's part of my programming."

Dave sat back. This was a type of technology he had never heard of, something so advanced that it was, well, just too good to be true. During his military days, he had visited Japan and noticed that the electronics there were well advanced of anything elsewhere in the world. From reading Popular Mechanics he knew that the Japanese, almost obsessed with robots, were light years ahead of anyone else in this respect.

While Americans and Germans made robots to work in factories, and experiments were going on with robots that did surgery, Dave remembered that the Japanese were working on robots that served in the home. Had he stumbled on the perfect prototype? He had paid twenty percent more than the regular asking price noting that the more expensive dolls offered had the human like joints and not those horribly ugly joints like G.I. Joe dolls of nearly forty years earlier. Also, for the extra price, he could pick the features he wanted, like face, breasts, and the like.

Dave leaned in and kissed her. She returned the kiss and he noted that she was rubber, latex, and her teeth were made of something like enamel, but not enamel. She started to take off the dress. Dave stopped her, reminding her that his brother was due within the hour. He remembered the papers she had mentioned and had her go to the case and get them.

He looked at the papers and tried to make sense of them as they were written in Japanese.

"Can you read these?" he asked.

She translated the papers for him. He listened, not sure if he should trust her. The adoption papers were in Japanese legalese, but it sounded like there was a transfer of authority from Goya Industries to him. When she finished, she looked at him with a look seeking approval. He kissed her, feeling her raise her hand to his neck to gently caress his neck and ear.

End Chapter 1