Chapter 1

Sam walked into the office at precisely 8.45 am, as he did every day. He shuffled past the rows of giggling girls discussing their weekend affairs who paid no attention to him. It was as if he were invisible to them. Finally, he entered his shabby private office, which was, like him, nondescript.

He removed his threadbare suit jacket, rolled his sleeves, and settled into a dilapidated office chair behind his desk. Then, taking the cup of coffee he had carried with him, he put his feet on the desk and scanned the newspaper till the clock on the wall indicated precisely 9.00 o’clock.

With a sigh, he put down the paper and started working on the previous day’s accumulated bills, invoices, and receipts. Sam was the bookkeeper for Acme Plumbing and Supplies and reported to the Vice President of finance. Since graduating from the local community college with a diploma in accounting fifteen years ago, he had been in this position.

At his last salary review, the VP told him they were delighted with his work. However, there was no possible hope for him to get promoted to any other position. Over the years, he had been well paid and received regular raises and bonuses, which made him almost as well paid as the Vice President, who owed his position by being the president’s son, but who Sam considered an utter moron.

Sam, despite outward appearances, was bright. In fact, he was more than bright. He was brilliant; he was a quasi-genius. Sam’s weakness was a lack of self-confidence. Nevertheless, by noon he had finished tabulating and balancing the previous day’s operations. Then, finally, he stood up and went to the local diner for lunch.

Again surrounded by the bevy of young and pretty girls from the office who ignored him, he sat at a booth and ordered the daily special. When he was served, he ate while reading the newspaper. Once finished, he returned to the office. He prepared the results from the previous day in a set of simplified reports, which he took to the VP of Finance. That luminary was on the phone and barely glanced at the papers before dismissing Sam.

He compiled a second set of reports in his office for his own use. Over the years, he had, on a systematic basis, managed to find ways to pilfer a few bucks here and there and, in the process, amassed a substantial sum of money. This money suitably invested had grown with the years to a small fortune. Sam’s future was secure because his investments paid him as much as he earned as a bookkeeper. With a smile on his usually dour face, he locked up and left for home.

He lived within walking distance, and it was a beautiful day. On his way home, he stopped at a newsvendor. After surveying the girly magazines on display, he purchased one featuring lithe teens.

Sam was, despite his bland appearance, a rather handsome specimen. If he did not stoop, he was actually quite tall. His physique was not prepossessing as he did absolutely no exercise. Still, there was no excess body fat on his frame. Sam’s secret was that he was endowed with a larger than average penis, which he exercised daily. Sam’s favorite activity was masturbation, which he indulged in several times a night.

Besides his masturbation, Sam visited a local massage parlor monthly. For his visits, he always chose a mature woman named Marie, who spoke with a thick Russian accent. She permitted him to fondle her breasts, pussy, and ass while bringing him to a happy ending.

Sam fully realized he was a mess. However, he no longer dared to try dating women. He had been rejected so often that any vestige of confidence he once might have had was gone.

Once home, Sam stripped off his clothes and settled himself on the sofa for his nightly pre-supper ritual jerk-off session. Years ago, he discovered that he preferred pictures in magazines to porn videos. The magazines permitted him to use his imagination in a leisurely fashion. So he started thumbing through the magazine he had purchased, stroking his cock while fantasizing about the young females displayed lewdly for his pleasure.

He turned the page and noticed it was an advertisement. He was about to ignore it when the depiction of the model used for the ad arrested his eye. He started reading the announcement, entitled ‘The Most Lifelike Sex Doll in The World.” He continued reading.

Lifedolls, the first hyper-realistic dolls online shop. Our life dolls are fully customizable to suit your needs. Fully customizable to your requirements. Visit our web page at Lifedolls.com.

Intrigued, Sam went to his laptop and typed in the web address. His eyes almost popped out when he saw the variety of models offered. They came in all sizes, from petite teens to MILFs and even GILFs. It said that they were constructed of elastomer thermoplastic over a metal skeleton. The options offered were staggering. They ranged from customizing their vagina and anus based on the length and width of your penis to choosing skin color, breast and nipple size, hair and eye color, height, and weight. There were also add-ons with which you could customize the doll, which would alter the price.

Sam decided to play around and see what he could design to please him and what it would cost. First, he chose a model whose face appealed to him. Then he started to select characteristics and add-ons, which turned him on.

Dimensions; 5ft 4in, Bust Size 32 in, Waist 22 in, Hips 33in, C Cup, Nipples long, Weight 110 lbs.

Hair color; Blonde. Eye Color; Green. Skin color; Tan.

Orifices; vibrating and pulsing.

Built-in thermostat for lifelike skin temperature.

After inputting the variables, Sam went to the checkout page to see what it would cost for the package. Including shipping and taxes, the cost would be $14,650.00. Wow, he thought that was pricey. He left the page open and went to microwave a frozen entrée.

As he ate, he mulled over the idea of being able to go to bed with a warm body to hold in his arms. After supper, he returned to the website to read customer testimonials and reviews. Overall he was impressed; however, being a cautious man, he decided to sleep on it and call the company in the morning.

He went to bed and lay awake most of the night, thinking about having a warm body sharing his bed, one that would not reject him. The following morning he returned to the website and noticed that their order department was open. Deciding he could at least find out more, he dialed the phone.

A pleasant voice answered, identifying herself as Christina. Sam, feeling somewhat guilty, started explaining the reason for his call. He told her he had a pending order in Lifedolls shopping cart but had not finalized it.

“Let me look at it,” Christina said after asking Sam for the name he had entered on the order page.

After a few minutes, she returned and said, “That looks fine. I do have a few suggestions that would improve this experience for you. We have some new features that are not yet advertised. Would you be interested?”

“Sure,” Sam answered.

“Our new models have self-lubricating lower orifices, and the mouth now has a tongue and saliva feature that makes the experience super realistic. Would you be interested?”

“Certainly,” Sam answered but “what would be the additional cost?”

“It’s quite reasonable. Of course, it’s an additional thousand; however, it will save you the cost of buying lubrication. I also assure you that it is identical to the scent and flavor of a real woman.”

“How do you know?” Sam asked.

Christina giggled, “A good salesperson tests the product she sells.”

“You sound like a very naughty girl.”

“I not only sound like a naughty girl but also am a naughty girl. Now one final question I always like to be exact regarding measurements.”

“I have filled out the exact measurements I require,” Sam answered.

“No, not her measurements. Your measurements are critical. I have found that men tend to exaggerate the size and width of their penis or have never really measured it. You indicated on the form that yours was 7” by 2”. Is that a guess?”

“Uhh ... yes.”

“Do you have a measuring tape such as the one a dressmaker uses?”

“Somewhere.”

“Go and get it, and we’ll check it out.”

Sam went and rummaged in the sewing kit he inherited from his mother, found the tape, and returned to the phone. “Now what he asked?”

“Pull down your pants and fondle your cock till it is erect.”

Self-consciously, Sam did what he was told without getting an erection.

“Sam, are you having trouble with that?”

“Yes. It seems so artificial to be doing this on request.”

“Let me help you. Picture me sitting here with my skirt bunched up around my waist. I am going commando today, and I’m very horny. My pussy is wet just thinking of your cock. My hand is reaching down and slowly stroking through my glistening pussy lips. My other hand is toying with my stiff nipples. I imagine your hand wrapped around your cock, stroking up and down.

“I can imagine the tip starting to ooze a few drops of pre-cum as I thrust two fingers into my tight little pussy while my thumb teases my clit. Damn, Sam, this is getting me off. I want to cum, but I will edge until you are ready to cum.”

“Christina, I am just about ready to cum.”

“Sam, hold off. We will both cum after you measure yourself. Now measure your cock from where it meets your pelvis to the tip. Now two measurements, one of the tip at the thickest point and one around the base. What are the measurements?”

“The length is 8 ½ inches, the tip width is 3 inches, and at the base, it is 3 ½ inches.”

“Oh, that sounds delicious. I imagine my mouth stretched around it as I lick and suck that yummy lollipop. Stroke it for me, Sam, while I rub my pussy, thinking of that wonderful slab of meat between your legs. Sam, I’m ready to cum. Come for me, love.”

With a loud groan, Sam’s cock spewed stream after stream of hot cum. Over the phone, he could hear Christina moaning with pleasure.

After he stopped panting, he heard Christina say, “Thank you, Sam. That was wonderful. Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes, that was just so exciting.”

“For me, too,” said Christina, “now shall we finalize the order?”

“Christina, was just that a sales technique, or did you really cum with me?”

“Sam, how could you think that? I truly did cum, visualizing your magnificent cock and dreaming of you filling my pussy. If I was not in another country, I would really consider coming to meet you ... So tell me how you want to pay for your very own sex slut?”

“We’ll put it on my AmEx card.”

“Go ahead and enter your card details on the web page so I can confirm the order and shipping date.”

Sam proceeded to enter the details and hesitated before hitting the enter key. “Christina, this is a huge purchase. Tell me I’m not making a mistake here.”

“Look, Sam, the toy will not replace me. That’s for sure. However, I assure you it will be a quantum leap better than your hand. It will also be a lot less expensive than a flesh and blood woman in the long run. You won’t need to wine and dine and entertain her. She won’t bitch or have a headache at critical times. I can go on and on about the advantages, but it’s your decision.”

“Ok, ok. I just hit enter.”

“Congratulations, Sam. Abby will be shipped in about ten days. By the way, feel free to give me a call if you need relief before she arrives. I would be delighted to play virtual sex with you if I’m available. You won’t need to do that after she arrives.”

“Thank you, Christina, thanks for the assistance and the offer. I’ll do that if I need to.”

Sam hung up the phone in a daze at what he had just done. He looked around him, and for the first time, he realized that his place was a dump. He would never consider entertaining a woman here. “Have to change this,” he thought.