Girlfriend and a rubber doll as a stand-in

I always knew that women have those days when they're not in the mood for romance and lovemaking. My girlfriend, Anna, was no exception. We had been dating for six months, and our dates usually ended in her bed, where passion would ignite with renewed force. But that evening, when I knocked on her apartment door, I was in for a surprise that turned everything upside down. Anna opened the door wearing a tight latex bra that accentuated her firm breasts, a short latex skirt barely covering her hips, and shiny black tights hugging her slender legs. Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick, her eyes sparkled with excitement, but

there was something unusual in the air.

I entered, wrapped my arm around her waist, kissed her neck, feeling the latex stick to my skin. "So, sunshine, mouth and ass today?" I asked playfully, expecting the usual answer. Anna smiled, but instead of pulling me into the bedroom, she walked to the closet and pulled out a huge box. With a slight creak, she opened it, and before me stood a life-sized sex doll—realistic, with perfect proportions, large silicone tits, smooth skin, and holes ready for use. The doll was dressed in transparent lingerie, its eyes looked empty but arousing. "Here's my replacement for these damn periods," Anna said in a husky voice, running her hand over the doll's thigh. "This is my gift to you. I want you to fuck her in front of me. I want to watch you fuck her and come from it myself."

My heart began to race. I stared at the doll, feeling my cock harden in my pants at the mere thought. Anna took my hand and led me to the bedroom. There, on the large bed with silk sheets, we placed our "guest." The three of us—if you could call it that—moved onto the bed. Anna sat beside me, her latex skirt riding up, revealing the edge of her tights. The doll lay on its back, legs spread, inviting. But I knew that without Anna, it wouldn't be the same. "First, help me relax," she whispered, sinking to her knees in front of me. Her fingers unzipped my fly, and she pulled out my already swollen cock. Anna's mouth was hot and wet, she took it deep, to her throat, sucking greedily, as if it were her favorite lollipop. I moaned, running my fingers through her hair, fucking her mouth rhythmically until saliva dripped down her chin, staining the latex bra.

Suddenly, Anna pulled a double dildo from under the pillow—thick, with two heads, vibrating. "Help me," she exhaled, pulling off her tights and skirt. "Put it in me!" She got on all fours next to the doll, spreading her buttocks. I continued fucking the silicone ass, and with my free hand, I inserted one head of the dildo into her vagina, the other into her tight ass. Anna cried out in pleasure, her body trembling. The dildo was big, stretching her holes, and she began to move against it as I pushed it deeper, alternating the rhythm with thrusts into the doll. The air filled with the scent of her arousal, mixed with latex and sweat. I was going crazy from it—my cock in the doll's ass, Anya's moans like music. "Harder, fuck us both!" she screamed, her tits swaying in rhythm.

I sped up, feeling the orgasm approaching. I pulled my cock out of the doll's ass, flipped her over, and inserted it into her vagina, wet with lube. I pounded hard, slapping my hips against the silicone. Anna came first—her body shuddered, the dildo slipped out, and she sprayed juices onto the sheets. That finished me: I came inside the doll, filling her vagina with hot cum that leaked out. We collapsed all together—me, Anna, and our "substitute"—in sweat and bliss. Anna snuggled up to me, kissing me: "See, even on my period we can be dirty and depraved."

Since then, it became our tradition. Every time Anna has "those days," she brings out her double, but now I want it to happen on regular days too!