Strapon story

With both hands, she reached behind her back, unfastened the top of her dress and slowly zipped it down. She stepped out of it, revealing that all her underthings were black: satin-cupped bra and waist-cincher corset, which acted like a garter belt. She didn't seem to be wearing panties. She stood before me scantily clad for several minutes, silently enjoying her cigarette, before stepping out of my field of view. When she returned, the mystery lady was carrying a strap-on dildo in one hand. She lodged the cigarette, which had burned almost to the butt end, between her lips, bent forward and stepped into the dildo harness. When she stood back up, still in profile, she had a long, thick cock jutting from her pelvis! She took a last drag on the cigarette, stubbed it out and turned to me. ``When I talked about a blowjob you wouldn't forget, I didn't mean you were going to get one,'' she said. ``I meant you're going to give one.'' She squatted obscenely in front of me, so her cock was even with my lips. 

Then she grabbed the dildo and spanked my face a few times with her cock. I heard the giggle behind me again. ``Come on,'' my captor said, let's see those lips make a little O and get ready for me big cock. We all know what a little cocksucking slut you are. Suck my cock for me like those little bitches in porn movies. Come on, suck it!'' She thrust the head of the dildo between my lips. She forced the head of the dildo to the back of my mouth so that I gagged on it several times, fearing I would choke to death. She rather abruptly yanked her cock from my mouth. ``I think the problem is that you don't want my cock enough,'' she said. ``I think I should teach you how to beg for it it. I want you to say, `Please, Sara, let me suck your cock. I want you to fuck my mouth wither your cock. Please, Sara, I need your cock.' Now you say it.'' I simply petrified. I couldn't bring the words to my lips. ``Not gonna say it?'' Sara inquired. ``I think I can change your mind.'' From somewhere on the counter, she produced another of those disposable cameras. 

The flash went off, and I knew my humiliation was captured on film. ``Okay, I'll say it,'' I told her, the repeated the words she wanted to hear. ``That's much better, my little slut,'' she said, replacing the dildo in my mouth. She started sawing in and out. I tried to control my gag reflex whenever she thrust deepest, but I wasn't always successful. ``Slurp it real good, my slut. You can never have too much lubrication for a buttfuck.'' ``What do you mean buttfuck?'' I tried to say, but it came out like I was talking, well, talking with a big dick in my mouth. ``You know exactly what I mean,'' she said, having somehow understood me. ``When we left that bar, you were picturing that one of us was going to get ridden like there's no tomorrow. Well, that's gonna happen, but it's you that's getting ridden. In fact, I think it's time.'' I heard that chuckle again from behind me. 

It sounded awful familiar. Her big rubber cock popped from between my lips. She stood in front of me and obscenely stroked her shiny-black-gloved hands up and down the flesh colored cock. ``Got to make it nice and hard so it can force its way into your virgin butt,'' she said. ``You are a butt-virgin, aren't you?'' I was so humiliated at what was about to happen, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even nod my head. Sara opened a condom and rolled it onto her strap-on cock. ``I don't want to catch any diseases,'' she said. ``God knows what a slut like you has been up to.'' Then she walked around behind me and out of my view. I felt something cold and goopy being squirted onto my ass, then start dripping down the crack between my cheeks. Pretty soon I felt her gloved hands massaging the goop into my asshole; it was very slippery. 

Then I felt something big and hard pressed against it, and I knew she was about to fuck me with her cock. ``Please don't,'' I said. ``I don't want to do this.'' ``Would you rather I show the pictures all over town?'' she asked. ``Come on, I want to hear you beg for my cock, you little slut. Tell me what a worthless whore you are and how much you want me to fuck your ass.'' I felt totally used, but I couldn't bear thinking what would happen if my boss ever saw those pictures. I started begging for cock like some porn starlet. She pushed the head inside me. I felt so stretched, and felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom. I saw a camera flash go off from behind me, and I knew that my unseen audience had taken a picture of me getting assfucked by a girl with a strap-on. I was now completely embarrassed. Nothing worse could happen. 

The physical sensation of having Sara's cock inside me started to change. It became a warm fullness, a very erotic pressure. Almost involuntarily, I started going along with her game. ``Please fuck my ass, Sara. I want your cock. I want it now.'' She started pumping in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster. My cock, which had grown limp with embarrassment, started to perk up. I couldn't believe it! I was really starting to enjoy having my ass fucked. Behind me, further behind than where Sara was screwing me, I heard a very sensual moan, followed by panting groans, both very feminine. I knew that the unseen observer was probably jilling off watching me get assfucked. That somehow made me all the hotter, and I started yelling a constant stream of obscenities, urging Sara on. The only thing the interrupted my filthy pleas were my own grunts and groans of pleasure. If Sara kept this up much longer, I was going to cum. I told her as much. ``Well,'' she said, ``isn't that the point of getting fucked?'' 

She went faster and harder into my ass, until I reached the point of no return. I started thrashing about, which resulted in little more than my muscles twitching and straining against my bonds. I screamed out one last, unintelligible sound, then started cumming. As I squirted time and again, more than I ever had, I felt Sara's hand down underneath me, playing with my cock. When I regained my senses, which I think was only a moment later, Sara was standing in front of me, her black rubber gloves glistening with pearly white rivers of my cum. Behind me, I heard the cries of a woman having an earth-moving orgasm. I was sure I recognized the voice, though I had never heard a woman cum like that. If only I could match that voice with a person. ``You must need something to drink after all that exertion,'' Sara said as she offered her hands toward my face. ``Here, clean these off. That'll quench your thirst.'' As I lapped my own cum from Sara's gloves, the camera flash went off again. Someone was going to have a great set of pictures. 

When her gloves were sparkling clean, Sara unstrapped her dildo and pulled my face hard into her crotch. ``Start licking, slut!'' she ordered. I was only too happy to comply. It did not take her long to roughly ride my face to her own orgasm. After she had cum, Sara sat Indian-style in front of me and smoked a cigarette. ``So, do you think you'll ever forget tonight?'' she asked. I shook my head no. ``So I gave you everything I promised?'' she asked again. I nodded yes. ``Well, I have one more surprise for you.'' Sara untied me, and I quickly turned around to see who it was that had joined us. My jaw fell to the floor when I saw Pam standing there. 

We had dated until a couple months ago, when she dumped me, saying I cheated on her too much. ``How are you?'' she asked, a wry smile across her face. ``Looks like maybe we can resume our relationship now, only the rules will be a little different. Do you want that?'' ``Hell, yeah,'' I said. Pam is like one of those statues of a Greek goddess brought to life. She is absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever dated, and she was a lot of fun to be with, too. ``Don't worry about your clothes,'' Pam said. ``I was following you guys, and I picked them up. There's only one little problem. I have them back at my place.'' Pam lives in a busy part of the city -- even at this late hour. 

There was no way I could sneak in naked. ``I'm sure we can find something for you to borrow,'' Sara added helpfully. They found a little black dress for me to wear. And, to ``make sure everything fit right,'' they gave my a lacy bra and panties and garterbelt and fishnet stockings to wear, along with some high heels. I looked like a little tart, though it was clear I was a guy. ``What the hell,'' I thought, ``it beats being naked.'' ``Come on,'' Pam insisted. ``Let's get back to my place.'' I could only imagine what was in store for me there! Hugs, Sara