Aphrodite Barbie Doll Novels & Stories

“Hm.” Little Rosie held the doll in her arms and cradled it. She touched its soft blonde hair which was almost the same color as hers and she giggled when the Barbie doll started singing softly. Surely, her favorite toys in the world were Barbie dolls. She would do anything to get one. “Mommy?” she called. “Do Barbie dolls have fathers? I'm sure they do. We've been buying a lot of them and bringing them home, won't their daddy feel sad? Or are they like Rosie who can't see their daddy?”

Hugging her once more, I left her with father, finding my precious mate drunk off her ass. It wouldn’t take long for Uriel to wake and be sober from her brief drinking experience. That would never happen again. I grabbed a nearby blanket and carried her down the dock she had to have. Her body shifted, her nose breathing in my now opened white dress shirt. Everyone was pulling off their nice dress clothes. Aphrodite was half naked in a hot pink bikini while Dionysus had been sporting a speedo. I shivered, thinking about what else was going to happen as the night went on.

I dropped onto the grass beside her, stretching my legs out, laughing when she handed me one of the dolls. “Does Barbie like pool days?” I asked solemnly. “She loves them. But she needs sunscreen,” Donna said, smearing a pretend line of lotion across the doll’s arm. I nodded gravely. “Safety first.” Her giggle was pure sunlight. And if there was pain twisting in my chest, I buried it deep. She didn’t need to see it. ***

Alexis got out of bed and waved as Loverina, “I will show you around.” This made Loverina remember when she was tender. Barbie was the top girly cartoon. Every girl got a barbie toy in her school. Some showed pictures of how they turned their rooms pink. She has always wanted that, but her grandmother had no money. The only thing she got was a dumped-spoilt barbie doll. Grandma Clara washed it and made some stitches on the cloth to make it look nice enough for her to play it. “Here.” Alexis pushed opened one of the doors.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I whisper, getting the doll closer to his. "Gasp!" Hades says out loud, and I giggle out loud again, I never had anyone to play with me before, I only had Hore, and she doesn't like playing with me much. "Yes, I know how to get rid of the body," I whisper again. "How do we do it?" Hades asked me, and I started to walk my two dolls up toward the dream house roof. "Where are you going girls," Ken doll says following us up the roof, I place the Barbie doll on the roof and then use the Britney doll to push her off the roof, giggling.

"No, ma'am. Only if she was when you played with dolls! There's Barbie blonde, brunette, black." "And now you know everything about dolls?" She teased. "I have some friends with little daughters, okay?" He explained, and she sighed heavily, pretending to be annoyed. "I buy a sexy outfit, thinking I'll please, and I still have to hear this!" "Hey! Barbie is the hottest! You looked delicious!" He affirmed, emphasizing the last word and embracing his girlfriend, who surrendered to the affection. "You didn't see how you left me?" He asked, referring to the fact that he had become aroused very quickly and had sex with her without even undressing her. Remembering the scene, he began to be tempted

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

Barbie ordered, as she grabbed the white bitch's head and roughly pulled it into her hairy bush. Karen obeyed the humiliating task, the woman's pussy scent strong, as she felt strong hands on her wide hips and then the long black cock sliding deep back inside her asshole. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by the pussy she licked... this dick a lot longer and thicker than the toy one that was first in her asshole. "Oh yeah, you dirty fucking dumb twat," Barbie moaned, as she enjoyed seeing the stuck up white bitch between her legs while willingly being sodomized. "You love being our slut, don't you?"

This resulted in a pool area that was more docile and frequented by a more mature crowd. Aphrodite recognized several of her neighbors as she selected a chaise lounge well off to the side of the patio area, under an umbrella that blocked a majority of the late afternoon sun. She wasn't interested in tanning, and her clothing choices reflected that. With a pale blue tank top and denim shorts that came to mid-thigh, her interest was in comfortably relaxing to the sound of the ocean without having to traipse out onto the sand.