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My wristwatch lay on top of the dashboard when I looked for it, along with my socks and my underclothes but both my shoes lay on the passenger side of the car, in the footwell down by Dolly’s dirty toes.

“If I was a slim boy with a nice bottom would you take me without question?” she asked me suddenly.

“It depends……” I began to say.

“Yes or no?” she snapped “There is no depends!”

“Yes I would!” I said.

“Is not my body as lithe and as slim as a boys would be?”

“It……its not that……”

“What is it then?”

“I……” I began, somewhat lost for words for the moment.

“Is it your wife?”

“No!……yes……you see I……”

“And what else?”

But for their roundness her breasts might have been those of a boy. A boy with hair long enough to brush the tops of them as he leant into a blowjob.

“I thought I’d taken you as a slave” I said “But it seems like our roles have reversed!”

“Yeah!”

How like twigs her fingers were, I noticed suddenly. And her……smell! Was it really like rich, fertile earth?

“Have they?” I asked “I’m confused”

“Only because you brought me here” Dolly said quietly “Into woodlands where I am more at home than you are. We ought to have gone straight to some anonymous hotel room or better still to your house. You’d have been happier there”

I didn’t need to think about it for long before I could see she was right.

“Trees and houses. Theres a difference?”

“Of course there is! Of course there is! In a house you could screw me doggy style on the carpet, in a hotel room we might have done disgusting things to each other in a shower room……”

“But……”

“Instead you were indecisive, ineffectual, influenced and……”

“I wasn’t!”

“You were! You must have been to have brought me to a place where you could not master me, to a place where you allowed yourself to become immersed in my glamour instead……”

Skinny as a twig!

“……where you immediately abandoned yourself to my desires, where you gave in to me without a fight……”

“Did I?”

“You did! Far too easily!”

“……so……”

“Far too easily, when all my mistress wanted was for me to be taken properly by a real man!”

“I thought I’d done that already” I said lamely.

“Yeah we fucked, kind of, but on my terms, not yours and in a place of my choosing at my instigation”

I felt the ache, that familiar emptiness and wondered what else I could do for her. Thin as she was I truly thought she might break if I did anything energetic.

Shatter and dissolve and vanish into nothingness perhaps.

“You were my reward” Dolly said simply “The first man my mistress has ever allowed me to fu……”

“What?”

“Didn’t you know? She said she’d tell you! I’ve only ever made love with women before!”

The aches and the sadnesses came back then, all in a rush and in aplenty for whilst I’d dreamed of defiling her deliberately as master might a slave, when it happened unintentionally I knew nothing whatsoever about it.

“I knew nothing at all about you” I said.

Dolly looked at me sideways quickly then down at my shoes on the floor of the car by her feet.

“I was content” she said “to be enslaved to my mistress. I wanted for nothing, nothing at all! She was……is good to me and in turn I pander to her every need”

“Sex isn’t like……” I attempted.

“What would you know of it?” she asked sharply “If, as you say, you have only ever known one woman?”

She had a point, I had to admit.

“All I knew of mens ways” she went on “I learned from observing, listening, being told. Until just now all my knowledge was second hand. Now I find……”

For a moment I could have sworn she was becoming embarrassed.

“……now I find men……man that is……you, are not really what I expected”

“I’m sorry you have been disappointed!” I said.

She laughed awkwardly.

“Mistress has a……a member, a specially made rubber thing which she wears, shaped like a man would be or so she said. It is this……this big……”

Dolly made some movements in the air.

“……so naturally I thought……expected all men, all……you, to be the same. How was I to know any different?”

“In the same way that women are all different shapes and sizes” I told her. “In the same way as some are fat and, well, some are thin……”

“Yes……”

“Men aren’t all the same……”

“No, but……I’d been made to believe, that is some said you’d only want to rape me……”

“Who told you that?”

“Some……some of mistresses friends”

“Women?”

“Yes! I told you, I have never been……”

“……with any men. Yes, you told me that!”

“It’s true!”

“I am not disputing that!”

How very easily we fell to arguing and how easily too did I soon regret allowing it to happen. For Dolly cried tearfully and all of a sudden, became, with one quick shudder of her skeletal legs, a shivering, snivelling pathetic little being.

“I wanted you to make love to me” she wailed softly “Nicely, in a nice warm bed……wanted your cock to feel stiff and hot and hard inside me! I wan……”

Her wants had overcome her emotions entirely it seemed.

So I cuddled her, what else could I do? Cuddled her into my arms, into my lap, drew that skinny bag of bones close to me, on the front seat of my car, parked in that damned forest where I now knew I should never have taken her.

It was a weird situation I don’t mind admitting, weird and wondrous both at the same time, because while her tears were real enough, along with her feelings I have no doubt, some of them at any rate, her desires for a man, and for me as the most convenient, were in no way undiminished.

I had to kiss her, to attempt to anyway. Kiss for comfort and she did not resist, her little breasts pressing against me in a suddenly disconcerting manner her hand without hesitation taking hold of my prick.

Weird, like I said because at that moment, more than anything else in the world I discovered that I wanted to make love to her in exactly the way she’d described. Not in a forest or in my car but in a half dark room in a nice warm and comfortable bed.

………………

Her breasts were larger than simply looking at them suggested when I cupped them tentatively. Not huge, not even big, merely exactly the right size for my hand and while her hip bones still projected they now did so in a more suggestive way. Enticing and alluring, the bejewelled bowl of her belly, as smooth as an egg drew my eyes and my right hand ever downwards, down to another jewel, another adorned one, Dolly’s soft secret slot waiting for me to find all over again.

She stopped crying when I kissed her eyelids and nose, dribbled only a little when I kissed her wet mouth and when she wriggled I pushed two fingers straight into her pussy. There was nothing to stop me.

“Can we go……” she murmured “somewhere where there is a bed……?”

Receptive and eager and very wet……

“I want to be fucked in a bed” she said. “A proper bed! Can we? Can we?”

“If that’s what you want!” I said.

………………

We were home in less than twenty minutes, make that half an hour if you include the time I spent getting dressed and finding my way back onto the road and Dolly keeping a tight hold on my prick didn’t help one bit. She did put her skirt and blouse back on after a while, after a mile when I really had to shout at her to do so. Strangely enough, at any other time I wouldn’t have cared about her being naked in my car but now it was different for some indefinable reason, something more than the simplicity of her being naked in a car.

“Is this where you live?” she asked the moment I drove into the garage.

“Course it is!” I said.

“Will there be a bed?” Dolly asked innocently.

So innocently for a moment I almost laughed.



“Three of them!” I told her “But……”

Well the truth of the matter was I didn’t want to have her in my own bed. It didn’t seem right somehow.

“But what?” she asked.

“I’ve just the bed for you!” I told her.

Dolly giggled.

“Am I your slave again?” she asked.

“Yes you are!” I told her.

“That’s good!” she said.

………………

Foolishly I asked her if she was hungry when we went indoors and, slave or not, she spent the next half an hour gorging herself on icecream and half defrosted éclairs from the freezer and the sight of her chocolate smeared face and hands made me desire her more than anything

I closed the curtains in the spare bedroom and Dolly clapped her hands excitedly at the sight of the bed.

There was a nightdress I wanted her to wear, a fantasy I wanted her to enact and a lot more things which were all at once suddenly coming together.

I switched on the bedside light even though it wasn’t really dark in the room while Dolly waited dutifully for me to tell her to undress.

“I am going downstairs again now” I told her “I want you to put this nightdress on then get in bed and pretend to be asleep”

Dolly giggled.

“Not going to rape me are you?”

“I would dream of it!” I said.

………………

There were two and a half chocolate éclairs on a plate by the side of the bed when I went downstairs. The plate was empty and Dolly was tucked up and apparently asleep when, ten minutes later I went back.

She put her skirt and blouse on the chair neatly folded and the nightdress I’d given her was nowhere to be seen.

With my erection uncomfortably encouraged by anticipation I began to undress.

Dolly really was asleep I discovered when I got in beside her, sound asleep and snoring gently with her back turned towards me. Weird, like I said. Really weird because in spite of myself I hadn’t the heart to wake her.

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