And it’s not at all what you’d expect…
I was frozen — mortified — when she abruptly and without announcement opened the bedroom door. I remember the look on her face, a strange combination of shock, confusion, and curiosity.
“Is that a… doll?” she said slowly with a pause that seemed to last forever.
I searched for the words but nothing came.
She spoke again, but this time with more conviction, more emphatically, “Are you fucking a sex doll?”
I looked away for a moment, still searching for the right thing to say. Searching for some magic words that would disarm and enchant Katrina, the love of my life. Something that would somehow make her okay with this moment.
I looked back toward Kat, as she lowered her shoulder bag to the ground, her dark shiny hair falling around the sides of her face. I watched her pause, head down, hair almost touching the ground. I tried to picture the expression on her face at that moment. I tilted my head and tried to form words again but still nothing.
As she rose back to a standing position, she shifted her weight to one side and leaned into the doorway. She ran one hand through her hair as she looked up and shook her head slightly to free her face from any remaining entanglements. Her brown eyes stared into my soul. And then it happened. The tension in her eyebrows lifted. The judgment in her cheeks shifted to more of a smirk. And finally, her eyes softened and a slow smile replaced her once tight lips.
When I met Katrina — Kat for short — a few years ago, we clicked on every level and she moved in soon after. The only problem we have is that she travels constantly for work and it’s sometimes hard to admit that, as a man, I get lonely.
Kat wasn’t supposed to be home that day and although I did plan to introduce her to my new toy, this abrupt surprise was definitely not a part of my plan. I’d been envisioning some sexy role-playing introduction, a few glasses of wine, the subtle suggestion of another woman joining us, and then finally pulling our new friend out of the box once Kat was sufficiently turned on.
Having Kat walk in on me fucking a sex doll was the exact opposite of what I had envisioned. Still, there I stood at the side of the bed, hard cock deep in ‘Britney’s’ pussy, her legs spread wide and my hands clenched around her ass. Naked, frozen, and nowhere to hide.
As Kat stared at me, I wanted to explain when and how I got the doll. I wanted to explain that when she’s gone I can’t sleep and I stay up late and masturbate just to get that post-orgasm calm that puts me to sleep. I wanted to explain how I stumbled down the porn rabbit hole and ultimately clicked on an advertisement for sex dolls. And then how blown away I was with the artistic detail and realism of these dolls. I really wanted to make an excuse, like I was drunk when I ordered, but unfortunately, I was stone-cold sober.
The fact is that the more I looked at these dolls, the more turned on I got and the more I thought about how Kat and I liked to role-play threesome fantasies. I thought about how perfect these dolls would be to add some realism to those scenes and I knew it would turn her on it if I could introduce it in the right way.
Kat wasn’t truly bisexual, but she was aroused by other women in the right circumstance and had even had real-life threesomes in her past. She was sexually free and non-apologetic, which was refreshing and agonizing at the same time. Her story of the night with the swinger couple she randomly met at a park or the one about the summer she shared a flat with her lingerie model friend, were huge turn-ons to me, even if they also made me a bit jealous.
I’m not sure that I understood it then, or even now, but looking at these dolls made me want to see Kat act out those experiences with me. I think I wanted to build new sexy memories with her while somehow placing myself into the sex she had before she ever met me. Somehow making me a part of those threesome memories while creating new ones at the same time?
The other truth, less complex and maybe the prevailing thought at the moment, was I ordered ‘Britney’ because I was truly lonely and horny as fuck. I was tired of endlessly wanking my cock and I wanted to feel a body next to me. I wanted to see an ass in front of me, jiggling and shaking, as I pounded into it. I wanted to see tits bouncing and feel hips above me, and ass cheeks under my palms. I knew it was just a toy, just masturbation, but I didn’t just want to wack off, I wanted to fuck.
When the doll arrived a few days later, it was in a large brown unmarked box (thank gawd!). I was working from home and it was the middle of the day but I couldn’t help but open it up and free her/the toy/‘Britney’ (I’m still struggling with what to call her) from the packaging and protective plastic. She felt unexpectedly heavy in my arms, but in a good way, as I laid her back onto the unmade bed.
I had meeting after meeting that day, so there she lay for the rest of the afternoon, a headless, legless, life-size torso doll with the tits of a goddess and a pussy that begged me to cup my hand around it.
That night I’ll admit that the idea of fucking a headless doll with stubs for legs seemed a little strange, but I soon realized that the fact that she had no head was actually a positive, as it’s much easier to imagine a beautiful face when there is none, as opposed to trying to pretend a creepy doll face is real. I also realized that the lower half of the legs are unnecessary when it comes to sex in most positions and it would actually make these dolls much heavier with little benefit.
Still, it did take a bit of getting accustomed to and I laughed out loud at one point, as I imagined introducing Britney, the headless, legless sex doll, to Katrina.
In my mind, I was going to tell Kat that I bought a new toy for us to do some role-playing. This would pique her interest and start the juices flowing, as Kat loved pretending to be another woman or me another man, or introducing a fictional third to the mix in the form of a dildo. I knew the sex doll might push her boundaries, but I also knew that she would be into it if she was already in that sexually charged headspace. We would kiss and touch and hold each other until we were so horny that Katrina would have no choice but to play along when I introduced our new toy.
That was the plan. This was the reality.
I still hadn’t found the right words to respond to Katrina and although it was probably only seconds of silence, it felt like an eternity.
“You’re fucking a sex doll,” Katrina said for the third time, her smile growing wider and this time with the emphasis on “FUCKING” and not “you” or “sex doll.”
Her smile and change in tone was her way of letting me off the hook of shame, and it gave me the strength to put together at least a sound for a response.
“Yeaaaaa…” I finally replied.
“How’s it feel?” she asked, tilting her head slightly and raising her eyebrows.
“Good… to be honest,” I said with a shameful shrug.
Kat smiled again, “I’m sorry I surprised you. I should have told you I was coming home early.”
“I’m glad you’re home,” I replied
“Are you embarrassed?” Kat probed.
“A little, or… a lot… yes,” I answered with all honesty.
“Can I join you? Or do you just want me to watch?” Kat responded quickly as she began to walk across the room toward me.
I felt my cock swell with the sound of her words. “Can I say, both?”
“Show me how you fuck her,” Kat replied. I could see her going into her sexual mode, her erotic wheels turning, letting go of the surprise and embracing the fact that she was back home with me, and a new friend.
She walked around and hugged me tightly from behind.
“I missed you,” she said softly, both hands wrapped under my arms and cupping my chest, her hips against me, her lips lightly touching the back of my shoulder.
“I missed you too, so much,” I said as I turned to kiss her forehead.
Her hand slid down my chest, down my abdomen to the base of my shaft, still half-buried in Britney’s pussy. She wrapped her fingers around the base of me and squeezed. Then she pulled me back slightly, guiding my cock out of Britney. She stroked me slowly, feeling me grow harder in her hands.
“She doesn’t even know what a good lay you are yet, does she?” Kat’s words were now calm and sultry with a touch of devilishness to them. Her imagination was ON and she was guiding our role-playing threesome. She was directing the story, telling me who Britney was at this moment.
Kat squeezed me tighter, pulling my cock forward and rubbing it against Britney’s clit. “She’s so wet,” she said as she rubbed slow little circles around her pussy.
She squeezed tighter still, and this time, slapped my cock against Britney’s pussy in rhythm to her words, “She…. wants… that… perfect… cock.”
Kat continued as she guided the head of my cock to Britney’s lips and with the other hand squeezed my ass softly. “Show me how you fuck her. Don’t rush. She needs to get used to your size.”
I reached forward with both hands, grabbing Britney’s hips and buttocks as I slowly pulled her upward and inward. I went slowly, as I was told. I let my cock feel each little bump and ridge inside of her, slowly probing deeper.
Kat moved to one side and began to undress as I continued to push deeper. My eyes moved back and forth between the two women in the room, trying to give them equal attention.
Kat’s slender frame crawled onto the bed, positioning herself just to the side of us, legs spread as she began to touch herself softly. I watched as she rubbed slowly until she was wet enough to slide one finger inside.
“Britney likes pussy, doesn’t she?” Kat said with a smile as she skilfully rose up to straddle Britney’s imaginary head. This is the stuff dreams are made of, I thought to myself as I gazed upon Katrina’s ass, tilted up, her legs spread over Britney’s shoulders, her pussy bulging outward.
I began to fuck Britney harder, letting her huge DD tits bounce up to meet Kat’s ass from time to time while Kat continued to rub her pussy in a doggy style, face-down position. She rubbed for her own pleasure but periodically stopped to spread her lips apart, teasing me with the other dripping wet pussy patiently waiting her turn.
“Fuck me,” Kat said, as she rolled onto her back and slid down to the edge of the bed next to Britney. She spread her legs high and wide, grabbing her feet with each hand. “Britney has to share that cock.”
I slid out of Britney, stepped sideways, and slid into Kat’s dripping warm pussy. I fucked her slowly as she relaxed her legs downward and reached over to finger Britney with one hand. I leaned down, into her, letting my weight rest against her for a few moments, feeling her warmth against me, before pulling back again to thrust deeper and harder.
“I want her on top of me,” Kat said as she tried to pull Britney over with one arm. Together we rolled Britney over and onto Kat. I spread her legs wider so she could straddle Kat and pushed her back down so her ass pushed up toward me. “She wants a little more,” Kat said as she reached around Britney’s ass cheeks to spread her pussy apart for me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I mumbled as I continued to fuck Kat.
“She needs more cock, baby,” Kat reiterated.
I somewhat reluctantly pulled myself from Kat and pushed back into Britney and was struck by how real it actually felt. I was fully in the moment, pushing into her, enjoying the feeling of sliding into another pussy with the incredible visual of two beautiful women wrapped around each other.
I began to move my cock between these two fine pussies, fucking one for five, ten, twenty strokes, and then pulling out and rising up or down to slide into the other. Kat’s moans, each time I returned to her pussy, filled the room, and each time I returned to Britney, Kat would tell me how much Britney liked it and what she wanted me to do. Each time she would say something different, “She wants it harder… deeper… she can’t take much more… I think she’s coming.”
As I switched back to Kat again, she could feel me getting close to climax, swelling inside of her. She could see it in my eyes and hear it in my breath. “She wants you to cum on her ass,” Kat yelled between moans as I bore down into her, Britney’s ass shaking between us, the weight of her body and breasts pushing down into Kat.
I did as I was told, pulling out of Kat and releasing up Britney’s back, a thin stream of clear cum reaching her shoulder blade and then thick white cum pulsing out and down her ass, flowing down her ass cheeks and dripping off her freshly fucked pussy, landing to rest a few inches below Kat’s belly button.
“Well, that was fun,” Kat said with a smile as she rolled Britney over, with no regard for the mess on her back, now covering the sheets.
“I love you, baby,” I replied, completely consumed with Kat and her ability to embrace the surprising situation and turn an awkward moment into a mind-bending threeway experience.
I lowered myself down and kissed Kat slowly, feeling the warmth of her breasts against my chest. She kissed me back, giving me a moment or two to catch my breath.
“I love you too,” Kat replied, as she pushed me upward to scootch out from under me and back onto the bed. She raised one foot, placed it softly around the back of my head, and guided my face between her legs. “Remember, you have to please both of us.”
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