Fuck she was so hot when I first saw her.

I was in my final years of being a teen and I had had nearly no friends. Girls wouldn’t give me the time of day. My parents always had me stay in my room when guests came over, because of how much “I embarrassed them with my looks and poor social skills – not to mention my advanced acne.” I didn’t have much. I stopped caring about people, but still had a longing for *some* connection. I stumbled upon a program – a game, called Doll Simulator 3015. I download it. I make various types. I jack off to nearly every type I make. Of course at that time I was shooting copious amounts of spunk. My mom always scoffed at the trashcan full of tissues. I didn’t care. It was a hobby. Mom and dad found out about the program and promptly erased it from my computer. To this day I have no idea where to download it from. Anyway, a few months later, and with no material so to speak for spanking to, my nuts are full to the brim with seed. It hurts. Anyway. Parents are out one day and I venture into the living room to watch TV (a rare thing, but I was wanting to do something different). I turn it on and flip past a news channel and then flip back. There she is. She’s perfect, I say to myself. I watch the interviewer asking her questions. She’s only 1/4 of a body at the time. But wow, the way her eyes and lips moved – no human possessed this type of beauty. I had been standing but now dropped to my knees in awe and tantalizing mesmerization. My cock is throbbing, in sync with every word she says. Was that a slight smirk she made? My cock lunges. I unzip. I’m in pain. They cut to commercial. THE FUCKERS. GET HER BACK. I’m visibly livid. My cock erect, precum just forming – looking up to me, tearing up as if to say *please get her back; we need her.* More precum comes out. I know what needs to be done but can only wait. Commercial break over. She’s there. They say they have only another couple questions before they have to wrap up. Still on my knees, I move forward. My hand moves to my cock, me knowing that once I grab it, it’ll be seconds before I’m spurting. She’s been asked a question. She’s processing. Holy fuck that robot will be mine someday. Her lips start moving. I’m imagining them moving while kissing my cocks head. It’s too much. I grab it. One, two strokes. Ecstacy. I fall back as ropes of cum start launching out onto the TV screen. My eyes catch that they have hit the spot where her face is. I fall back completely, euphoric.