She’s a doll. That’s what I tell everyone, at least. A real sweet girl. Very giving and forgiving. Pliable, you might say.
Especially at parties. Parties like this one.
We walked in, intending to make an entrance. We didn’t fail. I was in a dark herringbone suit with a red tie and pocket square.
Barbie was in a floor-length dress with a low-cut back and a thin strap around her neck that let the fabric cling to her in all the right places. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and she glided in her heels as much as she walked in them.
The audible gasp when we entered was music to our ears, and like a good doll, Barbie let me spin her around to better show off her dress and delectable body. After the considerable applause, she smiled graciously and slipped away to fetch me a martini and herself a glass of champagne.
I made small talk for the first hour, with Barbie on my arm the entire time. She nodded, smiled, and kept my drink fresh, but otherwise, she was there to be seen, not heard. She’d occasionally reach out and touch another guest’s arm with a smile and a nod, and her friendliness was infectious.
It was close to eleven when I guided her into the back lounge, where people sat on leather couches and chairs, sipping their drinks with a hint of hunger on their tongues. My darling wife put her glass down on the bar and stepped silently into the center of the dimly lit room.
I brushed a strand of hair behind one perfect ear, and then without ceremony, I undid the back of her dress as the guests stared in admiration and desire.
“Such a good girl,” I whispered in her ear as the straps fell, revealing her perfect breasts to the waiting crowd. “You’re such a pretty little doll.”
When the rest of the dress slipped past her waist and onto the floor, the gathered guests were greeted with the sight of her stockings and garter belt. Along with her heels and pearls, she wore nothing else.
With a wink and a smile, I found a chair in the corner and sat back with my ice-cold martini to see if anyone wanted to play with my little doll. Much to her credit, Barbie stood perfectly still as people gawked, smiled, and clapped.
It took long minutes before one gentleman stood and made his way towards her. With a nod and a smile in my direction, he gently placed one hand on the small of her back as he circled her in admiration. She let out a hint of breath when he touched her cheek before running his hand down her neck, over a shoulder, and finally around her left breast.
When he cupped her delicate ass, the room grew silent, and when he finally slid a hand between her legs and gently pushed two fingers inside her, you could hear a pin drop.
“She’s a lovely thing, but does she kneel?”
His voice was low, rough, and as directed at her as it was at me. I gave the slightest nod in her direction, and without pause or sound, Barbie gracefully slid to the carpeted floor on her knees. Without requiring any more guidance, she reached up to her new friend, undid his zipper, and then waited patiently as he pulled his hard cock from his pants and guided it into her eager mouth.
The dam broke as she began to expertly suck his cock, and within minutes there was a small crowd of men and women around her, touching her everywhere with growing anticipation and lust.
I let myself slip comfortably deeper into my chair as I watched.
The first man to fuck her was not gentle. And yet, my darling Barbie let out not a sound. He pushed her over, gripped her ass tightly, and plunged his thick cock inside her as she continued to take her first guest in her mouth.
All around me, the floodgates opened, and people began to kiss and grope in the dim light of the lounge. As they surrounded her, the guests grew more frantic by her performance until they quickly gave in to their lust. Some slid to their knees next to her, while others climbed back to couches and chairs so they could fuck and watch at the same time.
A lovely young woman took me in her mouth as I watched my wife casually move between suitors, never shaking or pausing as she pleasured them seamlessly. When the first man came, she straddled another, and as I watched, love swelled up within me like a dark and terrible wave.
As I began to use the mouth at my disposal with more and more aggression, I couldn’t look away at the perfect visage in front of me.
Not a single lock of hair was out of place; she was perfection incarnate as she performed for me, and along with love, pride surged inside my chest.
By the time I finally came, Barbie had been with four men, and two women, all of whom were more than satisfied. As she stood, glancing in my direction with a smile and a wink, I felt my body go limp in utter satisfaction.
I thanked the young woman on her knees, and she returned to her friends with a sheepish grin. I finished my drink, adjusted my pants, and stood one more time. Without ceremony, I picked up Barbie’s dress, held it still as she stepped into it, and then buttoned the strap behind her neck.
I kissed my wife’s cheek, took her hand, and glanced at the depraved crowd still deep in their pleasures. Barbie gave a light curtsey as we slipped past the curtain and into the brighter light of the rest of the party.
We lingered briefly, saying our goodbyes before I gathered our coats and led my wife to the elevator. She gripped my hand every so tightly, the only hint of tension I had seen in her all night long.
In the back of the car, she rested her head on my shoulder as I pressed my fingertips into her soft thigh. I kissed her blonde hair, squeezed her with love and affection, and let out a long sigh as we drifted off into traffic and eventually the promise of home.