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My name is Ken, that’s important for the story, I recently graduated with a degree in Biomedical Engineering.
I work at a major medical device manufacturer. At the start I was just a low level tech. I hoped to move up to Project Manager one day then eventually become a Team Lead working on multiple projects.
As an engineer I’m really book smart. All the reading I’ve done has worsened my eyesight so I wore glasses too. If you imagined a thin guy with no muscles, that would be an accurate reflection of what I was.
So there was this girl at work whom I adored. Steffie was a secretary and I walked by her desk everyday. She was popular and hot to die for. I also noticed a hint of like, a librarian’s personality, so I had hope that a girl like her could accept a guy like me
First I sat at her table at lunch, then joined her group when they went out, and in time, just she and I would hang out. At first, once in a while, then constantly.
The challenge I faced was how to move out of the friend zone.
A normal routine would involve me stopping to get us coffee then heading over to her house to work out. Yes, we worked out together. In fact she encouraged me to bulk up. And she was smokin’ in her leotard.
We worked out a few times a week. She did Pilates and I used her exercise machine. She had a mat and Bowflex in the spare room next to this huge Victorian dollhouse filled with incredibly detailed miniature furniture. (It seemed cute that a grown woman had dolls.)
Steff was a hard task master and the results showed. Initially, I toned up, then for the first time in my life I got some muscles.
Typically, each day at the coffee shop I’d text and she would send me her order. The barista was always friendly and interested. I liked to look at her butt when she turned to make our drinks. But she was no Steff.
That first time ordering lattes, she cheerily informed me, “We all have a cup for our favorite charity.” She tapped a cup with bills and change in it. “Mine is the artificial pancreas.” Then she pointed to a CGM on her arm so I knew she had a personal interest in it.
I answered back, “Small world. I work on the team that’s developing the loop for it.” Then I dropped my change into the cup. Lisa, that was the name on the cup, was amazed at such a coincidence. She thought I was a god and always gave me free coffee from then on.
One fateful day Steff was excited to let me know she got us tickets to a doll show. You know, dolls and dollhouses, furniture, decorations, sewing machines, craft supplies – nothing I was interested in, except Stef.
It was kinda interesting to see how they miniaturized everything. At one booth the demonstrator knew about the algorithm they used to scale down furniture. I enjoyed that while Steff went off to see something else.
When I ran into her again she was with another woman, a curvy blonde with big boobs. “Ken, you’ll never believe who I met!” She spoke fast, “This is Barb, Barbie, and I’m Steffie, and you’re Ken.”
I didn’t get it so she explained, “Barbie is the most famous doll in history and she always hung out with Ken, and her other friend was Steffie. That’s us!”
I was mildly amused but they were obsessed with the coincidence. Soon enough the three of us formed a new trio. We did everything together except when they did girly stuff without me.
Barb became the de facto leader of our group, planning our activities and choosing the tone most of the time. She was headstrong like that.
She and Steffie took me shopping for new clothes and styled me up to look more like Ken. I have to admit, it was an improvement to my wardrobe. My snap shirts with the breast pocket to hold my pens were replaced by Polos and untuckets. My off the rack grey suit pants were replaced by designer slacks.
I stopped by one Saturday, coffees in hand, to find them in the backyard playing with Ken and Barbie dolls.
They were wearing sun dresses that looked just like barbie doll dresses I’d seen before. I recognized the blue and white knitted dress with matching hat. Surely, Barb had duplicated them. The girls looked radiant and sexy.
I joined them at the patio table but they kept up their little game.
Barb and Steff were making the undressed Ken and Barbie dolls kiss – making smooching sounds. I would consider kissing Barb in the same way, but really dreamed they would make Ken kiss the Steffie doll which lay there on the table, abandoned.
The next thing I knew the Ken doll kept kissing Barbie, but Barb leaned over and kissed Stef in the real world. And Steff kissed her back!
The dolls kept kissing and so did the girls. A few minutes into their making out, Barb stopped long enough to say, “Ken, you’re just in time. Kneel here.” She indicated a spot between Stef’s knees. I dreamed I knew where this was going. But who could know for sure.
Barb lifted Stef’s dress, “Kiss her down there.” Here was the proof we were such intimate friends that we could even share a little veniality together.
I’d istanbul travesti read about cunnilingus and really wanted to try it. Bringing sexual pleasure to Stef was the stuff of my fatasies.
With Barb’s direction I kissed her porcelain thighs gradually making my way closer and closer to nirvana.
Virgin to the experience, I smelled the scent of a woman and was enthralled. As I’d heard, it was fishy, but I found it was fishy in the most alluring way possible.
Barb had me kiss all around Steff’s aromatic bush and Steff opened her legs wide letting me in. It was humid but inviting like a, well like nothing else. More than anything I felt welcomed like never before.
Next I was allowed to tenderly touch her labia with the tip of my tongue. Steff made soft appreciative sounds causing Barb to make louder aggressive sexual noises.
When the girl of my long unrequited love could take no more teasing she dropped the doll, her hand now clutched at my head. Running her long perfectly manicured nails through my hair, my heart throbbed. I could die for that feeling.
I felt closer and more in touch with Steff than I ever had. I was also more sexually turned on than ever before in my life. My cock throbbed in bold anticipation. No maturbatory fantasy I’d ever had compared.
With Steff’s urging I licked the folds of her cunt and nibbled at her lower lips. The sucking and lapping sounds I was making were drowned out by the passionate slurping as the girls ravaged each other above me.
I felt Barb’s hand, still holding the doll, insisting that I keep licking. As if I would ever stop. The plastic arms and legs of the naked but emasculated dickless Ken doll dug into my back.
It struck me that Barb probably liked her men with a smooth sexless crotch like my plastic namesake. But that was more probably a jealous conjecture. Steff would hopefully appreciate my man parts more.
Her hips bucked at my face driving the various, but very real, womanly sex parts against my lips and tongue.
To give her such pleasure…to see her abandon herself to her desires, was all a man could want.
She moved my mouth to the hole of her cunny, begging me to stick it inside. Barb was giving me similar commands, “Fuck her with your tongue. Go on Ken, show us what you can do. Jam it in there.”
I licked and sucked with the urgency of a man on a quest. I would prove myself by giving her the best orgasm a woman could ever need.
She lifted her knees to her chest revealing all of her wet furrow to me. It opened like a flower allowing me to see and feel so much more. I could even see her miniscule butthole. It was perfect as every part of a perfect princess should be.
Then I had a triumphant success. Steff gasped and shook, then all of her body became still, except her pussy, which contracted, grabbing at my pretend penis-tongue.
No sooner had she finished than Barb excitedly yelled out, “My turn. Do me.”
I hated to leave Steff but one set of hands pushed me off while another set pulled me over.
Barb’s legs were already spread, draped over the arms of the chair. I started to kiss her tanned thighs but she wasn’t having any of that.
Roughly she grabbed my head pulling me savagely into the depths of her dark chasm.
It was my second only pussy and I guess they must all be pretty different.
For starters, hers was completely bald. Not a hair, not a bit of stubble, not even any fuzz.
Additionally, it smelled sterile, like nothing. I already missed Steff.
When I licked it, it didn’t taste like pussy either – not that I was an expert. I searched for her labia with my tongue but couldn’t find them.
I pulled back for a second to look. She said, “You like it. Don’t you? I had vaginoplasty so now both lips are tiny and identically symmetrical.” Again I missed Steff’s big rubbery ones.
No matter. I dove in, committed to the prospect of delivering another earth shattering climax. My worth as a man depended on it.
I used every trick I’d learned in the last twenty minutes. I licked and nibbled. I sucked and jammed my tongue inside when she told me to.
Barb was ruthless, brutal, actually barbarous. She ground her gash on my lips and even though it hurt it was sexy and fun.
Barb brought me to her clit. Well, I think she did anyway, ’cause I couldn’t feel it. But she held me in place saying, “Suck my clit. Damit Ken suck it hard.”
I sucked right where she told me to, for like ten minutes, thinking she was going to cum at any time. I could feel the sheen of pre orgasmic perspiration on her legs so I must’ve been doing it right.
After awhile she pulled her legs up to her chest just like Stef had. She placed her feet on my shoulders then used them to push me a little lower.
“Come on Ken. Lick me down there.”
I didn’t know people did that but if she said to do it then…
I licked her bung hole like she said, and she liked it. Her voice came out ragged and hoarse, “Ken, your tongue on my asshole istanbul travestileri is amazing.” I wished she wouldn’t say that out loud ’cause Stef could hear. “Keep it up. Keep swiping my shitty hole. When you’re done I wanna be cleaner than the original Barbie.”
She never did cum. She just stopped thrashing when she seemed satisfied I’d licked enough. What had I done wrong?
My knees were stiff from being down there and scraped up from the concrete, but I’d enjoyed my first sex with someone other than my hand.
On the other hand I was worried about how Steff would feel about me now that I’d licked an asshole. She just petted my face seemingly oblivious, “You were good. I liked it.”
Later at home I reflected: I had had sex with Steffie! I actually did it and she liked it. Our tryst gave me renewed hope that I would get with Steff someday. I was on cloud nine for the next week or so, at work, home, and when hanging out with the girls.
Unfortunately, a few weeks later it all came crashing down.
Steffie met a guy at work and was planning to quit her job and move to LA.
Like some cosmic consolation prize he had connections at work and got me put higher up on my project. He did it to impress Steff but I still got a big promotion.
When she moved I was left to barb. I actually heard them talking one day, “He totally follows me around like a puppy. He’ll be lost. You should take him.”
I wondered: Would I like being with Barb? With her everything’s always about her. Could I handle the self-centeredness without Steff to temper it? Maybe I should set my sights on someone new.
Occasionally she had me eat her bald snatch, yelling out, “Ken.”
When she called me Ken I suspected she was treating me like a doll and not as me. But since sex with her was better than no sex, and since she always had me stand and jerk off for her to watch afterwards, I kept going back. Nevertheless, what happened in the privacy of her apartment was secret.
Barb would coo and moan deliciously as my cum splattered on the coffee table. I wondered if she liked watching my cum fly more than getting eaten. I wanted to fuck her but feared cruel rejection.
A couple months later Barb threw a party. It was the first big event without Stef and it wouldn’t be the same without her.
Everyone was a friend of Barb’s that I’d not met before. There was Skipper, I’m pretty sure he was gay. And Ricky, and Cara, and Tiff and Whitney. I got the impression they didn’t all know each other real well.
A little way into the party I learned that none of them were using their real names. In fact, they were all going by names from the Barbie doll universe. They were also all dressed in Barbieland clothes like some odd Barbie menagerie.
After horderves, Barb announced to polite applause, “Let’s have the guys put on a show for the girls!”
“We can make Ken the star of the show.” That made me feel good. I’d always been last to be picked for anything and now I was to be the star.
The girls sat on the couch in their full-sized doll costumes facing us guys. They laughed and teased us as they told Ricky, Tiff, Skipper and me what to do.
They said things like, “Guy’s, pretend you’re on a picnic. Spread out a blanket and sit cross legged. Now pretend like you’re eating and talking.” They kept throwing out suggestions and feeding us lines.
I’d never been in a play before and the impromptu nature of it was fun. All of us guys played along and did our best to really get into our parts. Tiff and Ricky really understood their characters but Skipper was too effeminately affected to pull it off.
Of course after hanging out with Stef and Barb so long I knew just how Barbie’s Ken would act. And by now I’d seen Barb play with her dolls enough to totally get how her little drama would go – she would set a scene, add dialogue, then get tired of it and move on to another setting.
Can you imagine a grown woman playing with Barbies so regularly? Well, I guess the takeaway is that she was immature, more of a girl-woman.
True to form, the picnic scene played itself out until Barb declared, “Let’s do something else.”
Whitney said, “I love weddings. Oh, can we do a wedding?!”
Barb cocked her head at us, agreeing, “Sure. Cara, go upstairs and get the bridesmaid dresses and taffeta gown you’ll find in my closet. You guys strip. And Whitney, you help me dress them up.”
Skipper was unashamedly bare-ass naked in a flash. He had a big dark bush which reminded me of Stef’s. Other than that, a man’s swinging dick was nothing down there like a girl’s.
Then the other guys stripped with no embarrassment either. It was super weird to see so many dicks and hanging balls. There was no changing room like at a professional theatre but it was just changing.
I didn’t want to go against the tide so I took off my clothes too. Whitney made a big deal out of appreciating my new muscular body. I smiled as it was the first time a girl had taken an interest in my travesti istanbul body.
The girls had great fun dressing the other three guys as bridesmaids, while, in the next room, Barb took great delight making me into a bride. The white lace dress fit perfectly, as if it were made for me.
Next they played the wedding march. Everyone stood up and gasped when I made my entrance. I was pampered and Barb told me that ‘this was my special day.’
When Tiff said, “You may now kiss the bride.” Skipper lifted my veil, and took hold of my shoulders, leaning in. I was uncomfortable with the gayness of it all but the scene was over in an instant.
Cara cried then shrieked, “Oh, honeymoon time! Can they go on a dream vacation?”
Barb, the everlasting boss, confirmed it, “Yes. They’ll go to Hawaii just like Barbie did, and then consummate their marriage.”
No one blinked and I let myself be dragged along with her ideas not really listening to all the details.
“That night” Skipper and I returned to our imaginary hotel room from the “beach”. He wore swim trunks and I was dressed in a stuffed bikini with a Becky wig.
It had taken Barb quite a while to tuck my penis back so no one would see it. It was the first time she’d touched my dick, and it wasn’t how I’d hoped it would be.
Skip hugged me from behind pressing his hardness into my scantily clad buns. Maybe I felt his cockhead touch mine.
Tiff and Ricky lowered my body onto the ottoman, stage-kissing my body all over.
The three guys all caressed, fondled, and lavished wet kisses upon me, which would make me a liar if I didn’t admit
caused wonderful feelings to well up inside me. At this point I was very grateful my dick was hidden away or the others would have seen my unprofessionalism.
The most surprising part for me was how my cock grew hard in my bikini bottoms when any of them would accidentally reach through to stroke it. They all loved my new muscles and cock.
Suddenly Barb exclaimed, “Wait! Wait! She’s not wearing her wedding night lingerie.”
It was crazy but it did feel wrong for a bride to be ‘made love to’ for the first time in a pastel striped swimsuit.
Cara brought me upstairs where she adorned me in white thigh highs, garter, crotchless panties, lace bustier, and topped it all off with a fantastic pearl choker.
Cara, who’s real name was Jennifer, stroked my cock and balls which protruded through the crotch, declaring, “If you ever want to come over to my house to play dress up sometime I would really enjoy this big cock. Only I want to be the bride.” It didn’t seem like a bad idea if Barb would allow it.
Returning to the living room we discovered the guys were all wearing black tuxedo g-strings.
None of them were fat or out of shape, but I had the most muscled form. So why was I the bride?
Again they lowered my body to the ottoman pickin up where they left off.
Barb directed, “Don’t break character, guys. Ok, you two big guys to the front and Skip you can be in the back.”
Skip was definitely the tallest while Ricky was shortest so her instructions didn’t make sense.
The three guys flipped me over so I was lying prone over the ottoman. This was the most wild act yet. I figured ‘It’s just a show. We’re all having fun.’
Behind me, Skipper adjusted my panties then as a great shock to me, let a huge dollop of spit drop on my asshole.
I was about to object that the method acting wouldn’t be necessary for our play, but all three girls were raving and clapping like it was the best performance ever.
I didn’t know what else he was doing back there, but things started rubbing between my buns and touching my ass. The only thing to stop me from complaining was that Ricky pulled his thong to the side revealing a very erect and very large cock.
Being naked while changing was one thing, but exposing oneself in the middle of a play was quite another.
Outrageous as it was, Cara shouted, “Stop!” She leaped forward but instead of putting a stop to it she took hold of Ricky’s big cock and held it to my lips.
The pieces fell together in my mind: Barb’s loose expression of sex with Steff, her games she played with me, and the direction she was leading us in.
Instantly I knew that this was hardly some Barbie inspired cocktail party or a mere Barbiecon – this was a Barbie themed sex party put on for the amusement of the girls.
I thought back to see if I’d missed the signs and concluded that while it was consistent with Barb’s personality there had been no signs. That or I’d been really stupid.
Cara rubbed Rick’s cockhead on my lips and like some mindless automaton I opened my lips to receive it.
She fed it to me with her fragile slender black fingers which grazed my lips magically. A cock was in my mouth and somehow I liked it for the sole reason that it was her hand giving it to me and that the three girls were watching.
Meanwhile Skipper spoke up, “Isn’t someone going to help me!” Whitney volunteered immediately.
I felt her hand take hold of Skip, fumbling as she awkwardly pressed his cock to my netherhole.
They pushed his hard cockhead to my ass with great pressure but it just wouldn’t go in. They rubbed it up and down my crack, applied more lube, and kept trying.
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