The Traded Doll

"Mr. Harrison, this new toy has incredible suction skills. I guarantee it can fix your problem."

Never in my wildest dreams would I expect that my husband would make me disguise myself as a sex doll to help treat his boss' impotence, all just to secure a promotion and a raise for himself.

My name is Keira Synder, a dance teacher.

I had a slender, graceful figure and a charm that easily drew people in. My lips and tongue were especially skillful–something my husband, Daniel Walton, had always taken advantage of.

Ever since we got married, he had me use my mouth to please him–always. He never once cared about my needs.

Whenever he talked to others, he would boast, "My wife has a great mouth. She knows exactly how to please a man."

He was living his great life, yet I was like a widow, not ever having been properly pleased.

The emptiness built up inside me, leaving me restless and longing for a man to pin me down.

That day, after work, Daniel returned home cheerful and drunk, but still smiling as if he had good news.

When he saw me, he excitedly brought me to bed and took off my pantyhose.

His hands wandered all around my body, making my body warm and tense. I thought he was finally going to properly please me. The thought excited me.

I naturally opened my legs, waiting for him to enter me.

Instead, he hugged my head and pressed it down between his legs.

"Honey, could you please use your mouth and help me? I've been holding it all day."

Disappointed, I looked at him aggrievedly. "I'm the one pent up here. Can't you help me too?"

He pried open my mouth and put it in, moaning with pleasure.

"Well, it's your fault for knowing how to work your mouth so well. You make me feel so good."

In less than a minute, he was done.

He lay in bed, rubbing on my fullness, looking at me in a complicated gaze.

"Keira, you really want it, don't you?"

I nodded in disappointment.

He paused for a while before saying to me seriously, "Keira, there might be an opportunity for me to get a raise and a promotion. As long as you help me, I'll satisfy you however you want."

That stunned me, and a bad feeling slowly rose in me.

He continued, "My boss, George… has problems getting it up. The doctors said that it's psychological. I just need you to play along and pretend to be a doll and help him restore his manliness. Once this is done, I'll become the manager of the entire department."

My eyes widened incredulously, unable to believe my ears. I sternly reprimanded him, asking in retort, "What do you think I am? Some sort of tool for you to use?"

After a moment of silence, he said gently, "I just need you to please him with your mouth, not go all the way.