Today was the day that Mr. T would visit us for the second time. Since our "Blind Date" a while ago, I have looked forward to seeing this charming gentleman again. He was one of those men with whom you can just let yourself go. He knew exactly how to touch a woman. His touches felt fantastic. Not too hard, not too fast, just perfect. He also quickly recognized that I am a woman who enjoys more indirect stimulation. So not full force with the wand or fingers on the clit, but careful and gentle along the outside. Don't get me wrong; there are definitely women who are not as sensitive as me and who need intense stimulation to feel anything at all.

Therefore, you should always approach your sex partner very individually.

Mr. T had obviously mastered this skill.

I was really looking forward to the upcoming session that evening and had already given it much thought beforehand.

I then had an idea that I immediately shared with my Master: I thought it would be pretty hot if I were a human sex doll for them tonight. Made of flesh and bl0od instead of plastic, but otherwise basically the same. I wanted to offer myself the Gorean slave position of "sex doll." That is, lying on my back, legs spread wide, arms beside my body, like a rubber doll from the sex shop. To objectify myself even more, I would wear a "blind mask" without holes for the eyes and a gag. I was super excited about my plan.

My Master listened to me patiently, and when I was finished, he finally said: "So you don't want to suck dick tonight or what?"

Oh, right. That was always very important to him. According to the concept I had thought of, that wasn't possible. Only my pussy would be accessible.

"Yes, that wouldn’t be possible today if we did what I had in mind..." I replied hesitantly.

Tonelessly, he said: "Alright. You know, I hate such last-minute changes to plans. But fine. Let's do it like this."

"It was just an idea..." I replied.

He didn't answer. I lowered my head. It was very last minute. Mr. T would be here in a few minutes. My chest tightened, and a lump formed in my throat. I just wanted to help and share an idea for once...

Without saying a word, my Owner helped me with the mask and put a gag and a straitjacket on me.

"Now, get into your position," he said sharply.

I reluctantly obeyed. Now, I didn't want to do it anymore, not like this. Those were terrible conditions for a session.

We just remained silent for the next few minutes. Until the doorbell finally rang.

Mr. T came in and greeted my master in a friendly manner. After quickly washing his hands in our bathroom, he came over to me in the living room, where I was lying on a mattress on the floor.

Sir seemed to be struggling a bit with himself but then decided to inform our guest about the recent argument. "So you don't wonder why the atmosphere is a bit tense," he added.

And yet, I had to perform now. I didn't feel like it at all anymore. But I tried my best to relax.

My whole body was tense.

"Spread your legs," my Master admonished me. I obeyed.

The next few minutes in which Mr. T touched me seemed like an eternity, even though he did his job really well.

In my mind, there was still only the argument.

He massaged my labia and rubbed my sensitive clit with little pressure.

Finally, I started to moan a little and relax a bit. He used the entire range of his pussy-skill-set: Stroking, fingering, licking. Perfect.

The turning point in the session finally came when my Master decided that I should reposition myself and take off the gag.

My plan had officially failed.

I was now lying on my side and was allowed to suck Mr. T's cock.

Which was great, of course, but it was kind of the same as always. I just wanted to try something different for once… that was all.

But obviously, my idea wasn't a good one.

At some point, Mr. T grabbed me and turned me over so that I was lying with my ass up and my upper body down on the mattress.

Now, I was nothing more than a piece of Fuckmeat for him. He pushed his dick deep into me and started to fuck me hard from behind. Firm, persistent thrusts.

In the back of my mind, I still had the argument with my Master - actual poison for sessions like this.

But Sir took a step towards me by finally also actively participating in the session: Now it was him who took me from behind while I sucked Mr. T's cock again.

My Owner had never understood why I was so enthusiastic about make-up sex. It wasn't his thing at all, so it hardly ever happened.

But today, it was time, out of necessity. And it was damn good.

Only then did I realize how much I had been missing something like that for a long time. But I enjoyed this moment all the more. The sex felt so much better and more intense than usual. I felt the anger in each of his thrusts, which only made me hornier. I could hardly concentrate on sucking Mr. T‘s cock. It felt so damn good. I wanted to forget everything around us for a brief moment and just feel the sensation.

My moans got louder, his thrusts faster and harder, until I finally almost came. It was at this exact point that my Master stopped, which was almost certainly because also he would have cum otherwise, but he didn't want to yet. My body was pulsing. My pussy was soaking wet. He gave me a little break before he continued to fuck me hard. He grabbed me by the strap of the straitjacket, tightly and animalistically, while Mr. T held my head in his hands. Now, there was no stopping me. I moaned out loud. My breathing became faster and faster.

And again... he stopped just before I could come. Aaahhh. "Why??" I asked desperately.

He just laughed. At that point, I didn't yet realize that he had cum and was therefore finished with me. After all, it was about his satisfaction, or rather that of both men, not mine. Well, that was probably the punishment I deserved for my behavior today.

I lay there on the mattress, trembling and desperate, aching for release.

"I almost came," I mumbled.

My Master seemed to have been very aware of that. "Our dear Mr. T will manage to finish it now," he replied with a wink.

I wasn't so sure about that.

Our visitor was eager to finish what my Owner had started. He fucked me hard and mercilessly from behind. And even though his cock was bigger and thicker than my Master's, and even though he was much more enduring, it wasn't the same. He couldn't get close to him.

No one could get close to him, and no one would ever even come close to the level of horniness that Sir reached in me. Our connection was so deep and special that the sexual sensation was on a whole other level. Anyone who has ever loved deeply and given themselves to someone knows what I'm talking about right now.

Although I've often heard that it's slightly different for women than men, men can somehow better separate the two. For them, sex is just sex. Feelings don't play a significant role. But of course, you can't tar everyone with the same brush.

Anyway, I was lying there with my pussy throbbing and leaking with desperation and horniness and was being taken hard by Mr. T. Several minutes of firm, persistent thrusts.

I didn't even come close to an orgasm. However, it was good, of course.

Finally, Mr. T couldn't resist my super tight pussy any longer and came inside me. He held onto my hips and moaned out as he pushed his load deep inside me.

I smiled contentedly and squeezed the juice out of my pussy. Mmmm, I love creampies. There was hardly a better feeling.

So, from one moment to the next, this session became one of our most intense ever despite the initial difficulties.

And one thing has become more apparent to me than ever: make-up sex is the fucking hottest thing!

*Proof of story can be found on my profil*