She had warned me that a train was going to hit me, but I was going to wait for the impact smiling. I closed my eyes, listening, as much as my anxiety would let me, to the yells and laughter that filled Halloween night. The anticipation before each girl was a greater, more powerful, caffeine. I shivered imagining who would visit next. Until it finally happened. "Look at that house!" Said a young woman. She was dressed in a heart-stopping nurse costume that stole the attention of the boyfriends as she walked near couples, leaving them with a "you wish" smirk and an angry partner. She had an accessory, a nice friend, who was the slightly smaller and heavier reflection of herself, but you would only be able to describe her friend this rudely by looking at them side by side. "I want to check it out," said the owner of the relationship. The other just smiled and agreed with the willpower of a dog.
The two nurses approached my Hollywoodian morgue. Two pairs of legs, two pair of stockings, two pairs of stilettos, but only one could take decisions. My excitement exploded as they, without hesitation, flattened up the fake man below them as if they were a line of suitors. I was next, I already had one shoe over my stomach, but then the little servant froze and my body followed. "Umm, sorry, do you think that this one feels...different? Like... real" She said backing up until she wasn't in front anymore. I had a woodpecker inside my chest trying to escape, but we were both jailed. Luckily the other raised an eyebrow, stared at her and said: "Awww you are the only real dummy here" Pinched her cheek and continued with: "This cheap thing is so obviously fake." Almost laughing she got in top of me and with that my body was ready to pop thanks to the 6 foot resting on my stomach. She squatted allowing me to see her white panties and then, like if my face was her drum, slapped me, and the sound echoed like thunder.
"Say something! Say something!" She said and every time I disobeyed I was punished. Then I felt gentler, but still quite brute, taps on my crotch. "Come here." She said, this time not talking me. Her friend smiled like if she didn't knew how, and walked forward with legs that felt like they weighted a ton. I felt my penis being squished like a bug by her while she did her best to pretended to enjoy doing it. The owner caressed her, expressing "fake, told you." Then the owner massaged her neck, stretched, and sat on my face as she would in her massage chair. I was burning up, even under the mask I could feel her enjoying rocking on my nose, my face being a pillow for her ass. She lighted a cigarette and asked herself: "What if we steal this dummy and bring it to the party at the campus? Every med students needs a huge stress doll."
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