Shara - The new Latex-Doll / Part 6 (Patreon)

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(Damn! Where is the Zipper? - Movimento 1)

Part 6

This threatening statement took Shara by surprise. She would be trapped inside the suit. . . unable to free herself or even speak . . . having to go back to the taxi stand. . . riding in a taxi,. . .it was clear she wasn’t going to be able to take the bus or the subway. . . Unless Beky helped her, it would be almost impossible. And she imagined being judged by the taxi driver,. . . then a fleeting image of her fucking the taxi driver crossed her mind. Wondering how she would pay the fare and again the image of being fucked by the taxi driver surfaced, but a little less fleeting this time. Being seen by her neighbors, . . .again a picture crossed her mind,. . . being used as a doll at a neighbor’s door, . . .walking with those ballet-heels. . . all the way to her house. . .

"Now, do you like the new idea for my sexy LatexDoll? Because that’s what I’m going to do", Beky teased her, "Because until we finish taking the pictures. . . OF YOU!. . .You’ll be mine, my doll." Shara shuddered with pleasure, almost reaching orgasm, held between the shopkeeper’s arms, upon hearing that she was now a doll owned by Beky. "And I won’t let you hide out back here in the dressing room, you’ll have to be there out front, like you’re a sex doll mannequin from the store", Beky said, adding another threat.

Shara grabbed Beky’s hands, trying to control herself, to stop Beky playing with her. But the girl from the shop had other plans, she slipped her right hand free by sliding her fingers once more a little deeper into Shara, pulled them out, and then started to play with her again, moving her fingers over her crotch, as a person would move by walking slowly.

"You’re excited about the idea, right?" Beky kept whispering in a sensual tone, while with intentional caresses, she drove Shara crazier with excitement by playing with one of her nipples and threatening to insert a finger into her new latex doll vagina again, while her hand passed slowly, but without pause backwards, forwards and backwards. "Well, of course it turns you on. Now you’re not that girl anymore, who walked into my store. You’re only a sex doll now, you belong to me, you’re my doll, and my doll likes to please me and live out all my crazy ideas."

The client was trapped in the ropeworks of the young saleswoman, helpless, unable to defend herself from her excitement. “Do whatever you want with me, I’m your horny doll”, she thought as she heard Beky’s words. Shara was so excited that her mind couldn’t think of anything other than something to release her perverted lust. Wishing her improvised owner to now stop playing with her and use her as the sex doll, that she was, was intended to.

"Oops. . . I think my little doll didn’t really fit this part of the suit well", Beky said, suddenly discovering the piece that Shara had been unable to place inside herself correctly. "Let me help you, I know a trick that helps a lot", she went on.

The shopkeeper inserted her hand a little deeper between Shara’s legs and suddenly, while two of her fingers began to squeeze the second tube into Shara’s ass, the big thumb began to slip into her hungry pussy. As the tube entered deeper into Shara’s rear, she let out a muffled yelp. It was a strange feeling between pleasure and pain, totally alien to her, again almost driving her to orgasm. "You have to be more careful if you want to appear as a perfect sex doll", Beky said, slowly inserting all her long fingers into her horny client.

Shara wondered how she had gotten into this situation. In a way it felt wrong somehow, but she was not going to do anything to stop it either. She felt like having her owner do whatever she wanted with her and she was loving it. Inside her pussy Beky’s big tumb moved, knowing how to stimulate her, while at the same time inserting the other two fingers into her ass, adjusting in place the balloon designed for that part of her body.

Beky smiled naughtyly as she heard her client’s muted moans. She didn’t know why, but it was the first time that she had so much confidence in someone she had to serve in her shop. Someone to care about. But there was something special about this client that made her cross the line. She felt like she really owned her new doll and could do with it whatever she wanted. It was as tempting for her to take advantage of this situation, as it was at the same time so unprofessional, immoral and perverted. But it also was absolutely irresistible.

"And if my little doll is still this hot", Beky said, using the fingers of each hand, to stimulate Shara’s two orifices, "I will premiere you myself. We’ll both pose in front of the camera and give prospective clients a clear picture of the uses you have, showing what a sex doll like you can do."

Shara groaned with pleasure as she nodded her head in an effusive “yes” over and over again. But as she finished saying that, Beky gradually withdrew her hands, and slid them into a more neutral area. The new doll in the store was disappointed about the stop of an explosion in her body and that made her growl in disapproval, something that made Beky grab her by the brace sitting around her neck.

"No, No, NO, don't you do that", Beky began to say, holding her tightly, but without losing the seductive tone. "You’ll have to hold on till you've done your part and I think it’ll be more fun if I keep you this hot and horny for now", she said mockingly, knowing that what Shara wanted now, more than ever, was to wear the suit, while also hoping to find release. "Until you pay off your debt, I won’t let you break-in the suit as a real Sexdoll. You’ll have to hold out and wait for your moment to come", Beky explained.

Shara grunted again and received a soft slap of disapproval from Beky on one of her buttcheeks and she reminded her, mockingly, that dolls have no right to complain. That feeling of authority intrigued and seduced Beky. It was the first time she felt something like this, the urge of doing this to someone and luckily she still had the time to enjoy it. "Now please come with me,. . .back into the sales room", she ordered Shara, "time to start working for your suit."

Shara kept struggling to control herself and moved her hands back to her waist, but the forced breathing betrayed the client’s excitement. Then Shara, after she sighed deeply, had no choice but to follow the young shopkeeper back into the sales room and continue to play along to her game. Hot as hell, her judgment intoxicated and clouded with excitement, she turned and with one hand she raised her thumb, showing that she agreed, that she wanted to impersonate a mannequin, to be locked in that suit and. . . do the photo shoot. Shara had to keep that suit that made her feel so great and that, on top of it all, gave her a new size of improved breasts.

"Well", said the shopkeeper with malevolent satisfaction, "you must remain completely motionless, even if another costumer touches you. . . because. . . she will touch you. I will invite her to do so. She may even touch you. . . I think you can imagine where she might touch you. But remember, you’re now my sex doll and I want you to keep perfectly still. . ."

Shara let out a moan of doubt at this insinuation. The idea of a stranger touching her. . . of course, she had had fantasies of something like that, but had not expected anything like that happening in real life. It was one thing to have a fantasy, in the privacy and security of her home. Or to do it with someone she had previously known. . . but with a stranger. . . that was something that Shara saw as a little excessive. . . but nevertheless. . . she could live out one of her fantasies and in that suit, no one would recognize her. . . as if it were the perfect crime.

"If you resist moving and the messenger thinks you really are one of our pleasure dolls, I will declare you the official model of the “Your Sin” latex clothing brand," continued Beky, knowing that her new client was about to give in to her new temptation. "With that perfect body to wear our latex garments, I’m sure we’ll strike a good deal. And that’s why, whenever you want a garment, a new pair of shoes, or some accessory, you will just have to pose for me. . . and later on, if you want to, you can accompany me to events and rubber fashion fairs. But first you must remain completely still, like a real doll. Did you understand, my little doll?" "MMMMMPPPFFF", – Shara replied, giving Beky another thumbs-up.

The idea was, to say the least, very seductive to Shara. She didn’t see herself able to resist the deal, and even more so, knowing that she would have to wear the suit. She was tempted and now she couldn’t get enough. Just the thought of the messenger touching her. . . made her feel hotter still. Shara wanted to know what it felt like when others touched her. And that made her imagination run beyond wild. She realized that when she got home she would need something more than her own caresses and her toys to satisfy her impulses. She dreamed that Beky would bring her home later, thoroughly use her, and then help her take the suit off. And maybe even stay overnight.

"And now please come with me, so that you can sign your provisional contract, to officially be the image of my products", Beky said, satisfied with her arrangements, "and then I will show you where you should stand until the messenger leaves. . . Because. . . you still want the suit and wish to be a sex doll, don’t you?" Shara, full of joy and excitement, nodded her head affirmatively.

"Well, now that my doll is coming with me to sign her contract", Beky ordered just as gladly, her tone suddenly becoming more strict, though still gentle, "I want you to walk elegantly and stylishly to my counter." Noticing her words inside her head more than really listening to them.

to be continued...