Sensual Sunday: Pinocchio! String 6
Pinocchio’s big eyes stared at the door on top of those three steps. The car stood firm on its wheels, only the spring blades squeaked as the home rocked back and forth. You could see him hoping the rumour to be true and he may end up a real boy.
HIs little mind of sawdust just thought about making that dream come true. He didn’t notice his knobby little fingers of the smoothest wood were held between Baby Doll’s legs. With a vibrant blush she held his hand in place.
“Oh my god so smooth, and so warm.” She leans in and blows her whisper into the black hair of Pinocchio. “Can you rotate at the wrist Little boy.”
-“DON”T do it Pinocchio!” Giminy came hopping as fast as he could. He was left behind in the alley and sped as fast as he could to warn Pinocchio. But even before he could sit on his shoulder a glass was held in front of him high in his jump. Bumping his head to the bottom and being smacked down on the soil he screams were muffled in this glass cage.
“Rotate it for me Pinocchio, if you can please.” Baby’s eyes became droopy as if on a natural high. Her breath was short and shallow when his fingers went around. Her skirt was lifted to spread her thighs apart and give room to Pinocchio’s rotating hand. The banging on the glass was only heard by deaf man’s ears, but it didn’t stop Giminy from trying.
The little caravan was rocking heavier as well and screams came pouring through the small hearts shaped openings in the shutters. It got Pinocchio so excited he lost control of himself and rotated faster. Like little massage beads the rolled across the lips and clit of Baby. Her back arched across the big log holding on firmly to his lower arm and balancing not to fall of.
Two screams echoed through the night before a silence set in and Baby Doll and Pinocchio’s attention were focussed at the door. The other women who witnessed Baby Doll’s escapade stood around Pinocchio and only had eyes for there own horniness. It even got to Giminy who was stroking his legs together to keep him from losing his mind as well. His surprise and demeanour quickly changed when a crack appeared in the glass form his high pitched sound. He had found a way to escape.
As the door flew open Pinocchio sprung up and hoped for a miracle. Out came walking a beautiful girl not baring the marks of a doll on her face. Her lips were painted red and her eyes seemed smaller and deeper than before. Her dress seemed the same and Pinocchio quickly discovered the lines on her wrist were gone to.
“Look Baby Doll, Pinocchio. I am a girl now.” Gracie-Lou made a pirouette and bowed in front of Pinocchio showing of her silky smooth skin that turned a mix of red and pinks. “Want to go next Pinocchio?”
To be continued… Do you know what will happen?