Your Alice - sad ending

Your Alice – a sad end.

Vicky asked me to come to her office on Wednesday at 11:00, it was a warm spring day. It was a high end real -estate business about 40 minutes from my home in a small but wealthy town.

I arrived in good time and wearing very smart but casual shirt and trousers. I was met by the receptionist and when I introduced myself, she smiled and said that Vicky was just finishing her meeting and had told the reception staff help myself to a coffee in the staff kitchen.

I poured a black coffee into a Bone-China mug and took a second to gaze around. There were about 8 admin staff sat behind computers and some on the phone. All except 1 were around 40 – 50 years old with mousy brown hair; 1 was not. She was sat upright, tall, proud and with the palest skin and hair I had ever seen. She was exquisite. She looked up and she immediately looked back down with her pale blue eyes and blushed. Biting her bottom lip, she glanced up again; I had not altered my gaze. She blushed so red that the other staff noticed. Vicky’s door opened and her client left.

I was ushered into her office where I sat looking at Vicky, this beautiful woman before me in a business suit. Her long brown hair tied in a ponytail with a black bow at it’s base. “So, you met Alice them?”, she enquired. Unsure she smiled and nodded to the blonde. “You have met before although you may not have recognised her. I told her about you, she said that she had met you before at an event and told me that you would fancy her.”. I looked at Vicky, she smiled and nodded telling me that she was like a sister.

“I am taking you to lunch. Please give me a moment.” She left leaving me uncertain where to be. I stepped out of her office, probably so I could get another look at Alice. She was standing and coming towards me. She was tall, very tall over 6 foot and painfully thin. She walked in a way that was silent with her fine hair flowing behind, almost floating. Walking just past me she poured a coffee and left for her seat. She wore white, all her clothing was white.

Vicky beckoned me and we left for a nice lunch. On returning to her office, she told me of her upcoming appointments which seemed to be a goodbye. As I turned to leave, she noticed a Post-it note on her desk. “I require your ‘friend’s’ email address for instructions, please. Alice”. Passing it to me she smiled, handed me a pen and the email address was written.

The email arrived just at the close of business hours and it was unusual. A brief message and an attachment. “Please read the instructions in full, this is important. Expect delivery this evening at 6:30pm”. I called Vicky who advised to follow the instructions and noted that Alice was gentle, only obeyed instructions but complied with all requests if she could. “Be gentle with her.”.

I was a little shocked on opening the attachment. It was an instruction manual just as you may expect from a cheap Chinese tool manufacturer.

Your Alice v1.0

· Instructions will be processed and managed in the best way possible.

· Please remember that Your Alice v1.0 is supplied for your pleasure, Your Alice v1.0 does not require pleasure, she is just a toy.

· A little food and water only, I cannot process much more.

· Clean occasionally with care as Your Alice v1.0 has delicate skin, and it is easily marked.

· 2 holes are available, one at the front of the face and one at the front of the pelvis; these are for your pleasure. Please use protection when using the pelvic hole and a high-quality silicone lubricant (supplied) is highly recommended.

· Your Alice v1.0 is movable into multiple positions although over flexing of joints can lead to damage.

· Your Alice v1.0 was produced in Savela, Finland. Spare parts are unavailable currently.

It was almost 6:00 and I wasn’t at home but just arrived for a night shift. I faked illness and drove home with excited fear of the unknown.

At 6:30pm the doorbell rang, there she was just as she had left work. I opened the door, but she did not come in. Sensing my confusion she said, “Invite me in.” which I did, she stepped in but did nothing. “Go into the lounge, please.” She complied. I offered food and drink, there was no response. Fuck this was odd, she’s a nut case. “Please go upstairs and shower.” She did, I heard the water running and her cleaning herself and then she came downstairs, dripping wet and naked. She was anorexic but still oddly very sexy and blushing whilst biting her bottom lip and looking away. She had no belly, completely flat with her only prominent features being a pelvic mound and 2 nipples, erect and no tits at all. I brought a towel with me after I showered. She was laying on the sofa almost rigid either from nerves or the cold I though.

“May I kiss you?”, it seemed an unusual request but this whole thing was fucking odd. There was no response. “I am going to kiss you passionately.” She obliged eagerly. Tongues mingling, almost desperate but still rigid on the sofa. “Relax and allow me to do what I want with you.”. With immediacy she relaxed, and I began. Her nipples were rock hard and almost unrealistically hard., there was no supporting tissue but bone underneath. There was colour to them, bright pink against her porcelain skin. I took one on my mouth and she gasped. “Your Alice v1.0 is easily marked, please, be gentle.”. I thought that I was, but I eased the gentle sucking pressure. Did I literally have an odd sex doll with skin issues?

I stopped a little wary of what to do or say. “May I ask you to be human, relaxed and be my lover for the night?”; “If that is for your pleasure then of course. Your Alice v1.0 is made for that purpose”.

So, with oddness I laid her down raised her legs and ate her very pink pussy. There were almost no labia, just a slight fold of pink skin and an over obvious clitoris, pink and swollen. This was better, she had become flexible almost malleable and her pussy tastes sweet. I eased a finger inside and it only just fitted. There seemed to be a firm ring of muscle or cartilage squeezing back. Fuck! Was this a dude before??

I stopped, again. “We need to talk, what is this, who are you? Slowly and a little teary she described having several syndromes. One gave long limbs and height; she was anorexic, and she was waiting for surgery to ease her vagina opening wider. This was picked up only after trying sex once before. She used the sex toy Your Alice v1.0 as an alter-ego so that these things would not be ‘her’.

OK now there is some reason for this behaviour. We kissed, cuddled, and generally made good foreplay both more at ease with who each other was. Spooning my hard cock nudged her arse crack, she withdrew. “Make love to me, not bugger me.” I tried to ease my cock towards her tight pussy, she shook her head. She reached for a condom and some lube. Now sliding this around her clit, I hoped that she would be allowing some compliance of my moderate cock. “Gentle please.” I was impossible. It was a physical barrier. Disappointed a lay back as did she. Blood easing back from my unused cock. I had a semi and was still keen. With reduced rigidity I tried again, almost, almost, a little more and in it slid. She was large inside, I suppose that she was very tall, that made sense. Her tight ring was acting as a cock ring; not allowing blood back and engorging my cock. This was amazing I felt huge inside her tiny skinny body. I could barely move my length inside of her. I could see her cervix being pushed forward giving the sense that you could see my cock insider of her. She was panting and sweating a little. Great I thought this is the way it is, “Pain!” was the solitary word. I am not into pain in any sense during sex, it is a turn off. I struggled to withdraw my cock from her, she cried out a few times “Pain!”. Then I was out. She cried.

After what seemed like an age, we spoke. I apologised for causing her pain, she apologised for being unable to please me. We decided that that was exactly what we both needed pleasure and not pain. We agreed not to have penetrative sex, oral was our pleasure, she was very reserved, and I was not. Her mouth was my pseudo pussy for the night, she drank cum from many positions with my favourite always being 69.

We met just twice after this misadventure, I bought the smallest vibrator as a gift and we used it together as we both could orgasm with ease, no pain, embarrassment, or stress.

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Vicky called a few days later, she was in tears, uncontrollable sobbing. She had arrived at work; the Police were there. I rushed over a little over the speed limit through every part of the journey. Alice had crashed en-route to work, she had been trapped under a truck for a little over an hour. When she was released, she died.

I was sobbing too now; we understood each other’s needs and wants. She was gone.

Vicky told me to go, and she’d call. It took about 1 month but she did call. She had an invitation to a conference and a party for me. Buy a nice suit, bring a dog collar and lead, of your choice.

WTF here we go again!?!?!