Halloween celebrate with Tantaly sex doll and my lust friends

**A Saucy Halloween “_Cheers_?” With Tantalizing Dolls and Tantalizing Friends

It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time – what could be more exciting than a Halloween foursome with my best friends and some lifelike silicone companions? We’d have an intimate, kinky party in the spooky spirit, without the need for pesky mortals to ruin our fun.

Our loyal latex lovers were dressed to thrill, from the saucy schoolgirl to the raunchy nurse, all begging to be unraveled and worshipped. My buddies and I were all dolled up too, in trench coats and prosthetics meant to spook, but I think we were the demons. The mood was heady, filled with naughty promises.

Things started innocently enough, with drinks all around and jokes shared. But as the moon rose in the black sky outside our shuttered windows, our inhibitions (such as they were) began to lower. Smoldering glances were exchanged, flirtations planted like seeds.

The nurse doll was first in line. I undid her top slowly, savoring each revealed centimeter of synthetic flesh. Her breasts were perfect, round and pert. I cantaloupe hung, hoping she was as ripe as she looked. I was rewarded with a soft, pillow-soft touch as I cupped and squeezed. Her nipples perked up pert as I teased them. Tea up they stood on my tongue, in my mouth, lengthening, mimicking an erection.

Around us, the others had paired off, two dudes and a doll. They were all over each other, kissing and groping. The schoolgirl and cop were licking, the maid and fireman. Only I was focused on my nurse. She returned my affections with an eager mouth and dexterous fingers, working open my fly to extract my now quite prominent member. Both her holes beckoned, and I wanted to stuff them both.

I laid her back on the plush sofa and kissed my way down her body, paying special attention to her rubber pussy, which I lapped at and sucked on, hoping to moisten it for entry. She leaked a distinct taste, sweet and artificial, and I was soon spurting into my mouth, my free hand pumping my cock equally artificial pre-cum. She was tight, oh so tight. I had to work my way in, and I was soon pumping in earnest, my balls slapping against her perfect ass with each thrust. I fucked her feeling her heart in her blue shallowing silicone chest as hard and furious, just like the robot sex scene in Total Recall.

My thrilled paying attention at the noises arriving from either side of me, the squelches and grunts and deep groans of sexual abandon. I grabbed the schoolgirl doll and shoved her in my mouth, her cold plastic lips pressed against mine as I worked a hall between her legs and brought my fingers back glistening with arousal of her own. I finger-fucked her, hard and fast, too turned on to be anything but aggressive, even with these inanimate objects.

I came with a violent growl, lighting the nurse until I was spent, but my dick was still thickening again in my hands, urging me to take some of the other girls. But I had other ideas. As my friends debauched their silicone companions, who were surely simulate my partners, I sat back and stroked my shaft lazily, looking first at nurse, then girl doll. And out my mind began to warp.

Little details, of course, like the fact these ladies never removed their underwear. The way their faces were far too continent, too spaced out. The fact that, after each encounter, I had to struggle again to rouse them, as if bringing them back from an untoward electronic slumber. I had to lure them with my fingers, to awaken the spark if action again.

Oh, and another thing. In my nap, the touching always returned to my shaft, and not their plastic quims. Because while I fingered them, they fingered me, wider stroking, working up and down my throbbing arousal until I released my seed on the carpet, on the couch.

No one else seemed to notice. The four of us shared a few more drinks, and a few more rounds of lovemaking, until the sun began to peek through the blinds, ruler the Halloween was over. They headed home to wives they didn’t even mention, and I was left with my niggling suspicions, and a book of a lot of lube.

I don’t know if the dolls were ever more than silicone. I like to tell myself they were, that I fucked, for a night, some sexy soul trapped in an artificial shell. But the truth is probably more uncompromising sees, and less sexy. They were fuck dolls, given life only so someone’s consciousness could wander far enough to forget they were let a guy things.

But I had a crazy night, and I wouldn’t take back the memories, even if I thought maybe, just maybe, my partners had a separate existence beyond my own unsatisfied imagination. So I kept them, those silicone sirens, even after the cop told me she was dating a fireman now, and the girl my attentions were all taken by the maid. I keep them, watching as I play with myself, and wonder, deep down, if I’m alone anymore than I was before.

Maybe it’s just me projecting now, alone and craving connection, any connection. Maybe the fuck dolls really are just fuck dolls, but what if they aren’t? What if they were something more, and I just become too tired, too blinded by sport lust, to recognize it.

Now I know a single person doesn’t have my answers. I just write my naughty stories, each turn of a phrase, like each thrust of a cock, in search of a matching soul, in search of something to be released into.’

The dolls are still here. Maybe someday I’ll find a real woman. But between now and then, my hookers of silicone are always available, if not always willing. And that’s enough.