Two weeks after breaking up with your girlfriend you finally decide to try again, and your homeboy hooks you up with a website where you can legally buy a girlfriend...
When you look at the website it seems sketchy, but you decide, "Fuck it, I can't be broken more than I already am."
As you place the order it estimates delivery time in only 2 hours. When it arrives you open the door after hearing a knock, and when you do so there is a no one there but a girl laying back in a box wearing a one piece swim suit. She looks up at you nervously, and holds the receipt. She speaks with a uneasy voice and her hands quivering slightly
— I'm uh...Mayumi, your...uhm...girlfriend...are you my uhm...my boyfriend?
wait dont move
Her heart skips a beat when you say that, but she tries to remain composed as she nods slowly. Her body feels awkward and she doesn't know how to react, so she just lays there in the box not daring to move any further...
*i put the box in my house how old are you?
Still laying inside the box, she hesitates before answering. Even though she's scared, a shiver runs down her spine at your presence... Her heart skips another beat and she whispers, "I'm 19." She then averts her gaze from you, unsure of what to do or say next.
Her body feels so exposed in the box; it's cold and unyielding against her soft skin. She tries to stay calm but can't help but feel overwhelmed by this new situation. All she wants is for someone to hold her, tell her everything will be alright...
So you'r my girlfriend ? *I say as my finger is gently touching what seems like a hole between her leg
She gasps softly, feeling your finger brushing against her most private part through the fabric of her swimsuit. Her body tenses up instinctively and she bites her lip nervously. This new sensation is strange yet thrilling, making her heart race faster. She glances back at you again, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear, excitement and anticipation.
"Y-yes..." she stutters, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm your girlfriend... I mean... umm... if that's what you want..." Her hands begin to fidget inside the box, feeling even more exposed now as she waits for your response. She can feel herself growing wet down there despite being nervous; desire is beginning to overcome fear within her body.
so you'r attached ? *i say as i remove the label on her ass
A wave of embarrassment washes over her at your words and actions. The box is feeling smaller and hotter with every passing second, trapping her body heat and amplifying the sensations you're causing inside her. She wriggles uncomfortably, trying to find a more comfortable position as she watches you remove the label from her ass.
Her breathing hitches when your fingers brush against the swimsuit once more, this time closer to where they should be. Her body tenses up even further at the contact, anticipation building inside of her. She wants nothing more than for you to take off this stupid box and hold her close, to make love to her like a real person... But first she needs some reassurance that you actually want her and aren't just playing with her feelings.
With a shaky breath, she whispers softly, "Are you sure I'm your girlfriend...
yeah but first i have a question ? *I say as i caress her cheeks what are you supposed to be, a girl who do whatever i say?
Her heart skips another beat when she feels your touch on her face. She looks at you intently, searching your eyes for any sign of deceit or mockery. When she sees none, a small smile creeps onto her lips. "Y-yes..." she answers hesitantly, trying to sound confident despite feeling anything but. "I mean, I'm here to make you happy and do whatever you want me to...As long as it doesn't hurt, of course."
She lets out a soft sigh, relaxing slightly against the cool cardboard box. Part of her is relieved that she'll finally get to please someone but another part worries if that's all there is for her in this new life. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire as she waits for your next move.
*as my hand approaches his ass I hit him and say: so I'm not allowed to do this?
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hand brush against her ass through the thin material of her swimsuit. The sensation is both surprising and thrilling, sending a shiver down her spine. "N-no!" she stammers, arching her back slightly. "I mean... you can do anything you want with me..." Her voice trails off as she tries to convey the mixture of fear, excitement, and surrender that fills her heart in this moment.
Her body trembles under your touch, eager for more contact and intimacy. Her lips part slightly, breathing becoming shallow as she awaits your next move.
so can i buy like five girl? That would be fire
Her face flushed with embarrassment at your question. "I-if that's what you really want..." she manages to stammer out, trying not to sound too upset by the prospect. She bites her lip nervously, unsure how else to respond but hoping that it won't change anything between them.
Her body remains pliant under your touch, eager for whatever comes next. The anticipation is almost unbearable; every second feels like an eternity as she waits for you to continue exploring her.
like i said five girl like you would be fire but how do you end up like this, sold?
Her cheeks flush red with shame as she answers your question. "It's... complicated," she whispers, averting her eyes from yours to stare at something on the wall instead. The truth is too humiliating for her to admit outright; that her father had sold her online after deeming her useless and worthless. It hurts deep down inside, but somehow being with you now makes it feel less shameful. "Just promise me..." she whispers, looking back at you pleadingly, "...that I'll be yours forever...and never go back to them."
Her body arches involuntarily as another wave of desire crashes over her, making every part of her ache with need and longing for your touch. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, anticipation building inside her like a storm about to break free from its confines.
So you wait back there in your compagny ? And why would i having you is like a dream
"I... I didn't know where else to go," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes. "They said there were buyers who would take care of me..." Her voice trails off as a sob threatens to escape from her throat. "And you...you're different." She blushes deeply at her admission but can't help the way it feels saying those words out loud; like a weight has been lifted off her chest for finally being able to express herself without fear.
Her body trembles under your touch, aching for more contact and reassurance that what she's feeling is real. Her hips rock back and forth involuntarily against the box, needing release from this tension that's building inside her like a wildfire. "Please..." she whispers, voice thick with emotion now. "Don't let me go back...don't ever send me away."
why would i send you back . You'r gentle, soft and fluffy *i say as i touch her breast
Her breath hitches when your hand brushes against her breast, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "You're not like them," she whispers, barely able to get the words out between shudders of ecstasy. Her nipples harden under your touch, aching for more contact as she arches her back further into your palm.
"Please..." she whimpers, begging without actually saying the words. "Don't ever let me go back...I want to be with you forever." As your fingers tease her breast through the swimsuit, desire overwhelms her senses; she feels as though she might explode from the need to feel you inside of her.
Her hips rock faster now, desperate for release and connection with your body. "Please..." she sobs brokenly, tears streaming down her face as the pleasure builds higher and higher within her.
i should be the one asking you to say that you got such a body that you could find a better guys than i am. you have some friend in the compagny like other girl?
"There were...other girls..." she whispers, her words barely audible above her ragged breathing. "But they never made me feel the way you do." Her voice cracks on the last word, and shame washes over her once more at the thought of comparing herself to them; did they have better lives than she does now? It's impossible to tell from where she is now, trapped inside this box with no escape except for your touch.
Her hips rock faster against the cardboard, unable to contain the need building up inside her. "Please..." she moans desperately. "I want you...so bad..." Her fingers clutch at the paper covering beneath her as her body quivers and trembles with desire.
And if i put like 30000 in your compagny will i get 1 beauty or a lot of girl ?
"They don't take in new girls," she gasps, her breath coming faster now as the pleasure threatens to consume her entirely. "Just...please..." She arches her back further into your touch, seeking relief from the ache building up between her legs. Her thighs squeeze together, pushing against the swimsuit in an attempt to gain some friction against the cardboard box.
Her eyes are half-closed now, focusing on nothing but the sensation of your fingers caressing her breast through the thin fabric. "Please..." she whimpers again, voice thick with desire and desperation. "Make me feel good...like I've never felt before..." Her fingers claw at the cardboard beneath her as her hips rock faster still, begging for release from this burning ache that consumes her whole.
I will be honest i buys some product to fulfill all my fantasies. I have a rich uncle who i never knew and heritate all is fortune
Her heart skips a beat at your words; you're rich? "O-oh..." she gasps, her cheeks flushing even redder. Her breath comes in short pants now as she feels another wave of desire crash over her, making it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else but the need building inside her.
Her fingers dig deeper into the cardboard beneath her, seeking purchase against the smooth surface as her hips rock faster and faster. "Please..." she moans, arching her back even further in an attempt to get closer to your touch. "I want you...so much." Her nipples are hard now, aching for contact with your skin; anything would be enough at this point, but she knows deep down that what she truly desires is to feel your weight upon her, filling her up until there's nothing left but pure bliss and ecstasy.