A witch turns you into Her personal toy (reposted from The Kinky Kingdom)
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Posted:Jan 7, 2024 10:23 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 5:39 pm 2472 Views
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She has her eye on you for dildo transformation sex.
Of course, you don’t realize she wants you for dildo transformation sex. Nor do you realize she’s a witch. She’s just a very gorgeous girl in heavy makeup, with her hand on your thigh. You met over a dating app, and now you are both sipping coffee, flirting with each other.
Overall, she is very upfront. “I’ve got a lot of boy toys, but I’ve gotten bored of them,” she tells you. “I’m not looking for anything couplely, or romantic, you know?”
That works for you.
In fact, all of her works for you. She has giant breasts nearly falling out of her shirt, a necklace with a pendant that draws attention to it. Plus, her body has curves for days, in all the right places. A little chubbier than you’re used to, but somehow, you can’t shake the fact that she’ll be the best you’ll ever have.
She has already got you in her grip, you poor fool. Sex is in the cards- but it’s dildo transformation sex.
At Her Home
Looking your best, you come over to visit her. When you knock on her door, it almost seems to open on its own.
“Hey, go ahead and sit on the sofa,” she tells you. “I’m just getting us drinks. Beer?”
You thank her, and she brings you both beers. You’ve never seen this brand before, but whatever. It takes the edge off when you drink it. In fact, it almost gives your whole body tingles.
“I can’t wait to play with you tonight.” She sounds breathy. Eager. Just like you want her to. “Look at me?” She asks, and you do. You fall into those deep blue eyes as she smiles.
In fact, the longer you look into her eyes, the taller she seems to get. It’s strange, really. Actually, when you look closer, her face seems to be growing?
Transforming
You try to move. But somehow, your limbs feel heavy and don’t want to cooperate. Your legs seem stuck together. And, your arms won’t move from your torso. Plus, your body seems to be straightening out!
“I always love boy toys. I told you, I have quite a collection,” the woman says above you.
Actually, the weirdest part about this is how your body sensations change. Your arousal seems to move from your crotch to fully throughout your body. Also, your head seems to be expanding, widening. Is this a human dildo transformation?
Her long fingers begin to pick you up. “I told you I had a lot of boy toys,” she says, eyes twinkling. “And you might be the latest, best edition.”
Your body is still moving, forming. Your legs become one long, round form, as your torso widens up to join them. Though, the weirdest sensation is your cock. It goes from so focused to suddenly melting, suddenly engulfing. It seems to cover you, and you are your cock, every part of your body.
“Ooh, nicely shaped,” the woman breathes, as painted nails reach for your shape. With surprise, you realize she’s touching both your cock and yourself- you are nothing more than your own shaft in her hands. Her red lips smile as she looks you over. “Very much a winner.”
She picks you up easily. As you ride in her hand, you see her bedroom before you. Hours ago, you wanted nothing more than to be here, and now?
Well, you can see many well-satisfied and used dildos on her bedside table. Seems you’re not the only one who got caught up in dildo transformation sex.
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Turning Her boyfriend into Her toy (reposted from The Kinky Kingdom)
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Posted:Jan 7, 2024 10:21 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 5:39 pm 1813 Views
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After the fourth night in a row where my boyfriend did nothing during sex, I decided to look into human dildo transformation.
Look, if he wanted to lie back and have me do all the work, I might as well have a human dildo transformation done on him. Then, I could enjoy a dildo and not worry about my performance. To clarify, I rode on top of him again and again, and he commented on my performance. So, I did all the work, bounced up and down. Instead, he demanded I speed up or slow down, that my boobs were bouncing too much. And the kicker, on the fourth day of him laying down and demanding I ride him, was that my legs seemed to be really tired, maybe I should work out more.
Yeah. No way. If I was going to have a boyfriend that acted like a human dildo, I would give him a human dildo transformation so I wouldn’t have to bother with the audio commentary. Doing all the work meant I could enjoy myself with him… and him being quiet.
Look, if he was going to be a toy anyway, I might as well transform him!
So, I went to where I always go when I want to be naughty: I went to the internet in order to look up how to turn my boyfriend into a dildo.
Surprisingly, this is a very common thing.
After a few hours of searching, I had ordered a kit from a witch on Esty, who promised me 100% success in my human dildo transformation. She asked for a few other forms of payment– like a copy of my boyfriend dildo.
Preparing my Human Dildo Transformation Kit
The kit arrived extremely quickly. There were herbs and dust included, with a few crystals. Additionally, there were instructions included, as well as a tip booklet for how to use my new transformed boyfriend. “Attach him to sexy stuffed animals”, read one option. “Pass him around to your girlfriends,” read another. “Keep him on the shelf while you masturbate.”
Though I appreciated the ideas, I knew what I’d do with him.
After going through the kit, I began to make the potion. “This works only on those with a penis larger than two inches,” the kit warned. “So those without can safely drink.” Following the instructions, I put the crystals in the pot and began to boil them. Then, I mixed in the herbs.
That’s when my boyfriend walked in.
Most of the kit was innocuous, but I confess I was a little nervous. Honestly, I didn’t want him to find out what I was planning. I’m sure he would have complained. Luckily, my boyfriend just gave me a kiss and asked if this tea was for later.
“It’s supposed to help with performance.” Pleased at my hidden meaning, I gave him a smile.
In response, he smacked my ass. “Excellent. You could really use that. You’ve been getting tired quicker these past few nights.”
I bit back my scream and grabbed the box. Soon, it was ready to strain. So, I poured the liquid into two mugs, making sure no crystals or herbs made it into his potion. Otherwise, I was warned, he might be smaller than I wanted.
And I did not put up with him only for him to be small.
The Transformation
When the potion was cooled, I offered it to him and myself. “Let’s drink up,” I told him.
“Psh, I don’t need it.” He laughed. “You see my cock and you can’t help yourself. You’re just a slut for it, Elise.”
I tipped the mug into his mouth, forcing him to drink the concoction anyway. When he swallowed, he took a moment to gasp. “What was that?” he asked, shaking. I drank my own mug, and he seemed to calm down just a little bit.
But I could tell it was starting to affect him, immediately. His limbs were shaking.
Smirking, I lead him to the bed. I pulled off his clothes and began to warm his cock in my mouth, watching him try to figure out what was going on. Do you know, he actually shrunk into his cock?
That’s how it happened. As I moved to put him in my pussy, I realized it. His body was shrinking, growing smaller, while his cock remained the same. “Elise. You look-” he muttered, but then he couldn’t say anything more. It was like his mouth had melted shut.
I continued, my pussy clenching around him. “That’s right,” I encouraged. He continued to melt, melt, melt until finally, he was nothing more than his cock. Finally, I had my flesh dildo. And I rode it all night long– without commentary. It really was blissful silence.
And I learned a good life lesson- never settle.
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A Strapon Throatfuck (by ScanlansHand
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Posted:Mar 24, 2023 12:26 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2023 1:03 pm 4248 Views
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A couple months ago, my girlfriend told me about her fantasy to try pegging with me. I thought she was joking at first, but after asking her some questions, I understood she was perfectly serious and... well, let's just say I didn't react in the most mature way.
This wasn't something I had any desire exploring and I felt like she pulled a rug under my feet, so I kinda lashed out at her. Stupid, I know. We went through a rocky patch over the next few weeks, where both of us were too ashamed to talk about it and angry with the way we communicated before, but eventually we forgot about the whole thing and went back to normal. Well, almost.
Fast forward to last Saturday. We were at my place, sleeping next to each other, and I happened to have a dream. In that dream I was lying back on the bed and she was straddling my chest wearing a strapon and making me suck it. It was rough, it was humiliating, and it made me so hard that I nearly orgasmed in my sleep.
I woke up before it happened and I needed a way to release all that submissive energy, so I slid down between her legs, pulled her panties down, and buried my face in her pussy. I ate her out to a couple of orgasms and I felt like I could go on forever, but she asked me to fuck her, so I begrudgingly obliged. We had sex, even though I would much rather being down there and mentally sort of re-living that dream, and then we cuddled back to sleep.
We woke up on a Sunday morning and I just had to talk to her about it, I had to tell her about the dream. I did so while we were still in bed, blushing all the way throughout as I was describing her the details, and I could see her initial confusion turn into excitement.
She started asking me questions that made me blush even more, questions like "did I make you deepthroat in your dream?" or "did I talk dirty to you?". I answered yes to most of them and she kept saying how hot that was, urging me to give her more details. I couldn't think of anything more that happened that I could describe to her, so I just told her I nearly came in my sleep because of the dream.
That made her pull me in for a small kiss, but I quickly felt her hand pushing my head down. I eagerly went down on her again, though after a few minutes, I asked her if she wanted to sit on my face.
She climbed up on top of me, but she didn't bring her pussy to my mouth. Instead, she straddled my chest and sat on me, just like in my dream. She leaned over and started asking me more questions about the scene I dreamt, and she would then reward every answer by leaning forward and allowing me to taste her. It was mind-numbingly hot.
"How big was my dick?"
"I don't know... big," I'd respond with a blush.
"And you took it all for me? Good boy," she would say and bring her pussy to my mouth for a few seconds, allowing me to lick her.
...
"Did I call you any names?"
"I'm not sure, it's all a bit hazy."
"Would it turn you on if I did?"
"I mean, at the time... probably, yeah," I'd admit reluctantly.
"I'm sure you would," she'd say with a smile and grind her clit on my nose.
...
"Did I make you gag on it?"
"I remember feeling more like breathless," I'd do my best to explain how it felt.
"God, that's so fucking hot," she'd say, and then just park her her pussy on my face until I had to tap her on the butt to let me breathe.
This carried on for a few more minutes as she rode my face to an orgasm, before collapsing on top of me.
We spent the rest of the morning talking about whether this was something we'd really like to explore. I told her that pegging was still out of the question for now, but going down on her strap would probably turn me on at this point. I still expressed my worry that this wouldn't be what she had imagined with pegging, but she told me that was just as big of a turn-on for her, if not a bigger one.
In the end I said, fuck it, we're adults, that shit turns us on for some reason, so we might as well try it out. We went online and ordered a harness for our dildo - turns out she had already researched those things beforehand and had stuff in her bookmarks. The next few day passed excruciatingly slowly. I tried practicing a little on the dildo, and the whole thing just felt dumb, why was I sucking on a bit of plastic? I could feel my enthusiasm dwindle somewhat and some doubts started seeping in.
However, everything evaporated in an instant yesterday morning when I called her to say that the harness had arrived. He enthusiasm and excitement were palpable and infectious. I knew that even if I didn't enjoy it, she would, and that definitely turned me on. I loved seeing her assuming a more dominant role that Sunday morning and the things she was telling me throughout the week - promising to make me relive how submissive I felt in the dream, telling me she can't wait to see me sucking on her cock, saying how that she'll make me gag on it like I do her - these were definitely super arousing.
I was so excited and nervous that I didn't eat a single thing the whole day, which turned out to be a good thing, since... well, if you read on, you'll understand she didn't take it easy on me.
I finished work later in the evening, took a shower, and then I invited her over to my place. We didn't say anything about the newly-arrived harness at the start, we just sat down and talked about our days. I was telling her about some work thing, but I could see she was nodding along without really paying attention.
"You're thinking about the harness, aren't you?" I asked her with a smile.
"Yes, can I see it?" she said, bouncing up and down with excitement.
I told her it was in the bedroom, next to the dildo and she quickly hurried along to bring them. She plonked herself back on the couch next to me and started going through everything, trying to figure out how to wear it. I took us an embarrassingly long time, but a few minutes later, there she was: a tiny, petite 23-year-old, buck naked in my living room, wearing a strap-on cock that was almost as big as her forearm.
She was admiring her look and playing with the cock, giggling at every little bounce; I, on the other hand, was left speechless looking at her. The image of her was definitely arousing, but I realized that my mouth was suddenly drier than a dessert and I felt numb all over.
She didn't seem to notice at first, she was too pre-occupied with how the harness fit and how heavy the dildo felt, though she soon turned her attention to me.
"Well, how does it look?" she asked me with a naughty smile, resting her back on the arm of couch, opening her legs and giving me a good look at the dildo strapped on her mound.
"... it... it suits you," I responded slowly, swallowing awkwardly.
She didn't say anything for a few moments, but I could feel her eyes were fixated on me, trying to read my reactions. My eyes definitely didn't want to meet hers; instead, they were fixated on the cock, and I was wondering if I had bitten off more than I could chew with her, wondering if this really was such a good idea. These thoughts were quickly interrupted though.
"Go on then, it's not going to suck itself, you know!" she said cheerily while pointing at her cock, as if she was asking me to do something mundane.
I was still frozen in place, unable to look away or move.
"Hellooo!!!" she said after a few seconds of me doing nothing, and grabbed her cock at the hilt and started flinging it around to wake me up.
"Um, yeah... sorry," I said reluctantly with a small smile, and inched myself a little closer to her cock, though still stopping well short.
She figured out my hesitation, so she closed her legs and instead she approached me. "Look, there's absolutely no pressure, we can't just forget about the whole thing," she told me reassuringly, cuddling herself onto me. "It's just... I find this so goddamn hot," she told me apologetically.
"No, no... that's okay, we'll definitely do it," I told her. "I... I just need to take my time is all," I admitted, looking down on her eyes.
"You sure?"
"Yes, don't worry about it... I... I trust you," I told her, feeling the need to reassure her in turn.
"Good!" she said happily and gave me a small peck on the cheek, before jumping off of my arms and assuming her previous position on the couch, exposing the strapon once again. "Now, would you please, *please*, suck on my cock?" she asked me with a naughty look that disarmed me.
I didn't say anything, I just smiled at her, feeling a lot more relaxed and at ease. I slowly found myself between her legs, her cock a few inches away from my mouth.
"It's okay," she whispered to me, allowing me to take my time. "There's no rush," she added.
I reached and grabbed the base of her cock with my fingers, tilting it slightly towards my mouth and prepared to take the plunge, but she stopped me.
"Wait... do you think..." she hesitated, causing me to look up at her. "... Do you think you can look in my eyes when you first do it?" she asked me, and I could see she was blushing. "I... I find that really hot," she said almost apologetically.
"Sure," I said and locked eyes with her, preparing once again to open my mouth and go down on her cock.
"No, no, no, wait!" she stopped me once more.
"What?"
"God, this is so embarrassing..." she said and she was full-on blushing at this point.
"What is it love, you can tell me," I whispered to her.
"It's just... well... I sort of have this thing in mind..." she begun saying. "I don't know if it's something you'll enjoy... but... but *we're so damn close,*" she said.
"Well, I'm here aren't I?"
"No, no, this is too much, I can't ask it of you," she said, shaking her head negatively. "Let's just do what we were about to do."
"Hey, I won't judge you, just tell me," I said, pulling myself away from her cock a little, though still maintaining eye-contact.
"Okay..." she said reluctantly and closed her legs again, crawling up to me for a cuddle, like every time she wants to ask for something.
"So... I have fantasized this about pegging mostly," she began explaining, "... and... God, how do I say this..."
"Love, you're naked on my couch with a huge plastic dick hanging of your hips -- a dick I was just about to suck... trust me, I won't judge you," I said with a soft smile.
"Well, okay then... I have sort of fantasized about... well, taking your virginity back there... and... God, I can't believe I'm about to say this..." she hesitated and stopped.
I didn't say anything, partly because I didn't think I had to, partly because I found it super hot to hear her talk about her fantasies.
"... I have fantasized about doing *that* and, well, doing it roughly at first?" she said, trailing off on a question as if seeking my approval?
"Roughly how?" I asked her.
"Well, I don't know, I had fantasized about that first time that I fuck you... it would be without any warm-up... like, it would be one long stroke and then I'd fuck you without... well, without caring if you're in pain or anything,"
"Oh," I said.
"I'm sorry, I know it's a bit fucked up," she said apologetically, avoiding my eyes.
"No, that was kinda hot, actually," I responded, pulling her face up for a little kiss. "But I don't know if I'm up for that."
"No, see, that's the thing!" she carried on more enthusiastically this time. "This would be a bad idea for anal... but, if we're talking about your mouth..." she finished off her idea and raised her eyebrows.
"Oh," I said once more in the span of a few seconds.
"I mean, I totally get it if you're not up for it," she began saying quickly, "I... we're so close that I thought I should ask," she added.
"No, no, it's... well... it's not 'fine', but if it turns you on so much..." I said slowly. "I mean, how would that work though, what if I... you know," I asked feeling myself blushing, too ashamed to describe what might happen if she suddenly decided to deepthroat me.
"Well, we could do it in the bathtub?" she suggested.
"I don't know if I want the first time we do something like that to be in the bathtub," I told her.
"We're here talking about your first time being a throatfuck and you're worried about the locale?" she teased me, which for some reason got me super hard. "No, you're right though. Should we take it to the bedroom and bring a bunch of towels?"
"Yeah, that's a better idea," I said.
"Wow, we're really doing this then?" she asked me with a big smile.
"I guess we are!" I said shyly, as she jumped all over me, raining kisses on my face, her cock jabbing me in the ribs.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're the best, most awesome boyfriend in the whole world!" she exclaimed and gave me a big hug. "I'll head to the bedroom and make myself comfortable, you bring the towels."
I did just that and a few minutes later, she was resting her back on a bunch of pillows, her butt was over a fuckton of towels to catch the spit and maybe whatever else, and I was on my belly between her legs, looking at the cock that was soon to be in my mouth.
I reached over to grab its base, but she pushed my hand away and replaced it with hers.
"Do you mind?" she asked me. "That's... that's just how I had pictured it, with me controlling the action," she explained.
"No, no problem at all," I said and pulled my hand away. I instead looked at her grabbing the cock, tilting it down a little and lining it up with my mouth.
I once again felt that dryness and numbness all over, and I was suddenly very aware of how hard my heart was pounding in my chest.
She reached her other hand behind my head and gently urged me to look up at her. "Can I talk dirty to you?" she asked me, and her tone was a little less warm than in the previous question.
"Dirty how?" I asked, examining her expression.
"I might call you a bitch or a little slut or something of that nature," she said matter-of-factly, as if this was a totally normal dinner table conversation.
"Well..." I began saying, feeling my face burning with shame and arousal. *In for a penny, in for a pound,* I thought before finally responding: "... yes."
"Good," she smiled in an almost cruel way. "Can I pull your hair?" she asked and I could suddenly feel her fingers on the back of my head curling into a ball and grabbing a fistful of my hair, and tugging on them, forcing me to make eye contact with her.
"... yes," I whispered softly, feeling that my heart is about to burst out of my chest and that my erection is going to puncture the mattress.
"Good bitch," she said mockingly and released my hair, bringing her hand on my cheek, gently caressing it. "How about slapping... can I slap you?" she asked coldly, looking down on my eyes. "I'll really want to slap your pretty little face as you're gagging my cock."
"..." I stood there looking at her in utter disbelief. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I couldn't believe what these words coming out of my girlfriend's mouth were; they felt equal parts alien and arousing.
"What happened, cat got your tongue?" she asked and moved her hand back in my hair, forcing me to look at her. "It's a simple question, will you let me slap the shit out of you while I'm fucking your face?"
I nodded slightly, feeling too terrified and aroused to be able to form words.
As soon as I nodded, the hand that has holding the base of her cock flew off of it and slapped me sharply in the face. I reeled back in shock, but her grip on my hair kept my head more or less steady. She tugged at my hair again, forcing my chin up and a sardonic smirk painted her face.
"Is your dick hard?" she asked, and gave me a playful slap on the butt with her foot.
I once again nodded yes, taking my eyes away from her, as if trying to hide from the shame of being aroused by what she was doing to me.
"Does this remind you of your dream a little?"
I nodded once more, feeling my face burning and tears welling in my eyes. She didn't seem to notice though, because she quickly continued.
"I bet when I start facefucking you it will be even better, don't you think?" she said, putting her hand on her cock once more, and this time she brushed it gently against my lips, resting it fleetingly on them. I felt my heart stopping for a moment that felt like an eternity, but eventually she removed her cock from my lips and it was if this was enough of a permission for me breathe again.
"Yeah, I think it will be," she continued without waiting for a response from me. "Grab the lube," she told me.
I reached over to the bedside stand and handed her the lube. She squirted a generous dose on her dildo, covering it tip to base and then threw the bottle to the side.
I looked at her plastic cock, glistening in all its glory, and I couldn't help but be a little scared of it. I had practiced here or there in the past couple of days and it seemed impossibly big for a mouth. My thoughts were interrupted by another slap though, and she once again tugged at my hair to force me to look up at her.
"Look at me," she commanded. "I will fuck this cock right into your throat and I want you to keep eye contact with me, okay?"
I nodded sheepishly and locked eyes with her.
"You don't look so sure," she teased me. "Do you understand what I'm about to do to you?" she asked with cruel smile.
"I do," I whispered.
"Tell me what's about to happen to you then."
"You... you're... going to force your cock down my throat," I said, deciding to play along for her. I realized I wanted her to experience her fantasy to the fullest. "You're going to force your cock down my throat... and... and I'm going to like it," I finally added, feeling my face burning with shame.
"I doubt you will, ," she laughed in my face and tightened her grip on my hair. "God, now that I have you here I want to drag this out as long as I can..." she mused, but at the same time, she readied her cock and lined it up with my throat.
"Alright, cunt," she said, her breathing heavy. "I'm going to count to 3 and I'm going to pull your head down on it, okay?"
"Okay," I said.
"Don't forget to look at me"
"Okay"
"Do you want it rough or gentle?"
"I..."
"It's going to be rough, slut, I thought we agreed on it," she growled. "Open you mouth," she said without giving me time to answer
"One..."
Her grip on my hair tightened even more and I opened my mouth instinctively. She locked eyes with me and I could see the triumph in her eyes.
"Two"
She tugged sharply on my hair and forced my head down on her abruptly, catching me by surprise. She used her other hand to guide her lubed up cock in my mouth and I felt it sliding inside effortlessly, cutting off my breath, and causing a "GLUCK" sound to escape my lips.
He slippery cock kept sliding inside me and, in the blink of an eye, she removed her hand from the base of the cock and brought it to join the other one behind my head. I started gagging as the pressure increased, but I could only take so much of her cock.
My throat clenched shut and started struggling, trying to get her out of me, but she kept pushing and pushing down.
She started giving me some pumps with her hips at the same time, trying to fuck her cock deeper inside me.
"Fuck you," I heard her growl. "Just fucking take it."
She kept fighting me some more, even bringing her legs into the fight to hold my head down, until I felt a pop and her cock slid in my throat. Not fully, just an inch or two.
I gagged harder than ever, but her grip on my head was too damn strong. She was using both hands and both calves behind my head, trying to keep me down and it was absolutely working.
I felt my eyes rolling in the back of my head and I gagged once more, saliva escaping around my lips and running onto the towels below.
"FUCK YES!" she exclaimed. "FUCK YOU, THAT'S HOW YOU TREATED ME ALL THESE YEARS"
The pressure kept building up and up and her cock slid in a little more, the lube making it impossible to stop it from making its way in.
Another torrent of spit came flowing out with a coughing sound, some even escaping out of my nose and drooling onto her belly button, but she didn't seem to mind.
I started slapping the side of her legs, trying to get her to release me. The pressure eased for a second, but then was renewed with a vengeance.
One final combined push with her calves and hands, and in one fell swoop, her cock was buried inside me to the hilt. My eyes rolled to the back of my head again and the slapping to her sides turned frantic, as spit was flowing freely outside the corners of my mouth.
"THREE!!"
She finally relented and released me, so I flew off of her cock and away from her, eagerly gulping in air.
My face felt wet, my throat was throbbing, my eyes were filled with tears and I couldn't see, but I could hear her just fine.
She was laughing.
Laughing.
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Strap-on Secrets [by SluttyBisexualGuy]
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Posted:Feb 14, 2023 8:43 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2023 8:51 pm 6183 Views
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Micah looked down at his phone and was surprised to see his good friend Jessica calling.
It was 11:30 at night and he was just getting ready for bed as he caught up on some Sportscenter, as he lounged on his bed in his room, which was located in the back of a house that he rented from. The home was a beautiful two-story craftsman in an old neighborhood near the private university where he went to school. It was a good setup for a 23-year-old finishing up school after some meandering semesters of life's early indecisions.
He'd first met Jessica Douglas after being hired on as a bank teller at a local credit union near to his place. She was also a business student at the same university and they'd become good friends thanks to their shared jobs and majors. They had numerous classes together and often met on campus for lunch or study sessions.
Jessica was an absolute cutie-pie with a body that put in some work. She wore these pencil skirts every day to the bank which caused Micah's heart to have constantly irregular palpitations and forced his belt to sometimes do some major boner-concealment within his dress slacks.
She was the cute girl next door that still didn't fully know how sexy she had become in the years since leaving high school—a flower in a room without mirrors. But everyone around her knew it. She had dark brunette hair that she wore in attractive layers and always down, and she wore these cinnamon Watson Eyeglasses that left her looking like the most popular librarian working the night shift at a college library. Her hair would often fall over part of her face and she was always brushing it back behind her ears. Micah noticed every single maneuver. He was totally smitten with the girl.
Unfortunately, Jessica, like so many girls before her in the history of the world, had a thing for the worst breed of guys. Since he'd first met her, she had been with an absolute shit-stain of a boyfriend whom Micah received constant play-by-plays of when it came to their vast and various relationship problems.
Her boyfriend was lazy, uninspired, unaware of the things that seemed most important to her, and at times could be completely dismissive. He drove a raised truck with a Monster energy drink claw sticker on the back window and loved video games and weekend drunken golfing with his buddies far more than he ever appeared to love her. He attended the same school they did (when he actually went to class that is) and his parents seemed to have firmly lodged a silver spoon up both ends from a very early age.
They looked good together in pictures and it felt like the right guy to be with to Jessica—she had grown up in the same well-to-do neighborhood with his family, but Micah always knew it stunk to the high heavens.
He did what he could to be the solid friend with a shoulder to cry on or an ear to bitch to when she needed, but he knew that was as far as he could take it. If he revealed how into her he was, he might jeopardize what was an absolutely stellar friendship and he didn't want that to happen, so he played the ultimate waiting game in his friend's gradually imploding relationship.
He knew that their fights had gotten worse as of late, and when he saw her calling that late on a weeknight he knew it probably had something to do with the micropenis'd dickwad (something he'd concluded based on his own astute observations of the dude's typical social media interactions).
When he answered the phone he could immediately hear Jessica crying. Apparently, as he would come to learn through sniffles and nose-blows, a big fight had erupted earlier that night and some terrible things had been said. The relationship was on the precipice of disaster and the dickwad had stormed out to go to a strip club with his buddies or something. He was drunk (and probably driving now). It all fit the script that Micah had become accustomed to.
The dick was being a dick again. What else was knew?
This was a little bit unusual but she asked, but she asked if she could come over. She didn't want to be at their apartment in that moment. Micah of course said yes. She was on her way as soon as she could gather herself together.
She parked in his back driveway some twenty minutes later. She didn't live that far away.
When Micah saw her he felt the pangs of his heart immediately doing their thing. Her makeup was all over the place with her hair all pulled up in a disheveled clump. It was clear she'd been stuffing her face into the corner of a couch—the pain of a relationship fight could ache like the pain of a migraine. She looked dazed, but still as pretty as ever. She was wearing a zip-up sweatshirt and a pair of old pair Victoria's Secret Pink branded sweat pants that were charcoal with a black waistband and white drawstring. Her feet were in slip on sandals—a small purse under her arm held a big bottle of water sticking out of it.
Micah took her into his strong arms at the back door of the house as she immediately broke down into a silent sob. The part of the home that he rented was cordoned off to a room and side bathroom with its own outside entrance which provided a nice modicum of it feeling like he had his own place. If nothing else, he could have late night visitors come and go without ever having to bug the lovely, older couple that he rented from.
He held her 5'4 frame in his arms as he stroked the back of her soft hair. She sobbed into his chest and made his t-shirt wet with her tears.
He led her into the house and closed and locked the door, grabbing a nearby box of tissues that he kept on a hallway shelf along the way.
"You okay?" Micah said gently as he stroked her back softly with his hands.
"Yeah...do you have any alcohol in this house?" She asked, half-smiling through her soggy face. It was a delirious sort of cuteness in the face of a storm.
Micah escaped momentarily to the fridge and came back with a six-pack of IPA's.
"This is all I have currently...oh and the last half bottle of my Woodford Reserve is in my room." He said.
"That'll work. Let's drink." She said it in a somber but stoically determined sort of way. Jessica was ready to get fucked up.
"Do you work tomorrow?" Micah asked.
"No. Do you?" She said in return.
"Yeah, but not 'til 5." He assured her.
They sat down on his bed together and she began in on the whole story. She cried a little bit, and they made their way through their first few beers rather quickly as she explained the whole debacle to her incredibly reliable friend.
Then after she was done cathartically finishing her rant about the douchprickle, they decided a shot certainly couldn't hurt.
"Ahhh, burns so good!" Jessica joked, as the whiskey traveled down her throat. Micah refilled their shot glasses and they downed them one more time as they both made the appropriate faces all throughout.
Micah flipped on an episode of the Office from his Netflix account and they cracked up laughing together as they sat against the pillowed leaned up against the headboard of Micah's bed and snuggled together under one of his throw blankets.
Jessica put her head on Micah's shoulder and he loved the way her raspberry lotion seemed to waft over him slowly. She was so sexy and feminine even in her moments of raw unpreparedness.
After they'd laughed their way through an episode they cracked open another beer and Micah flipped off the TV so they could talk some more. They'd both scooted down so they were fully laying on the bed now. Jessica lay against Micah's chest as they stared up at the ceiling and talked about all sorts of various topics, only lifting their heads when they needed to take a swig of their hoppy tonic.
At some point the topic drifted back over to Jessica's taintwad of a boyfriend, which Micah really had been hoping to avoid, but the topic specifically related to sex, so he didn't immediately steer Jessica away from this. He was too curious to learn about her sex life with this loser she had stuck with for so long.
"And he never wants to have sex!" Jessica started in angrily again as she lay her hand against Micah's chest and started to complain about this slightly more intimate element of what was wrong with her current boyfriend.
"Seriously? What guy doesn't want to have sex? That makes ZERO sense to me." Micah said, as he knew he should. "You're sexy as fuck, what the hell is wrong with him??" Micah said it so casually.
Jessica looked up at her friend and beamed at his compliment. She was a little tipsy, and it felt good to have a good-looking guy objectify her a little bit. Her boyfriend certainly hadn't shown any sexual interest in quite some time.
"I dunno...It's weird. Our sex is good when we actually HAVE it but he has this super low sex drive which sucks because I am like, the opposite. I'm ALWAYS fucking horny!" Jessica whined, and Micah wondered if the booze was helping with these brave confessions of her most private self.
"Really? So like, how often do you guys have sex?" Micah asked, ever intrigued. Jessica thought about it for a second.
"Probably like...once or twice a week...but that is not even CLOSE to being enough for me. It drives me absolutely crazy." Jessica said as she sucked her lips down over the bottle of the IPA and swigged it cutely. She got up and sat cross-legged next to Micah while they talked. She was becoming very animated now.
"I think I intimidate him a little bit in bed cuz I think guys just aren't used to girls who are so horny or sexually sure of themselves and what they want." She said, analyzing her sex life.
"Yeah, I totally get that," Micah said as he got up to sit opposite her in a similar manner. "But he should be stoked by that...I'd love to date a girl that was always craving my cock or had a super high sex drive!" Micah smiled at her and she smiled back at him shaking her head as she felt her skin tingle with the mention of Micah's cock.
"Such a waste of my sexual prime, I can tell you that." Jessica said, drinking more of the beer. "I mean, fucking look at me! Look at this body! It was made to have sex!" She said, and the friends laughed back and forth with each other as they became more comfortable in their intoxication.
Micah reached over and poured them each one more shot apiece as he handed Jessica her tumbler. "Cheers to that, Jess!" They clinked and downed another one.
Their heads were definitely buzzing now. Jessica yawned and stretched her arms and her sweatshirt rose up her belly a little, which showed off her sexy stomach and soft skin. She felt good in that moment. The alcohol had been a good idea.
"Micah, thanks for being such a good friend...I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Of course babe. Anytime. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he didn't want to have more sex with you!" Micah stated, keeping the topic on sex which he was having quite a lot of fun talking about with this gorgeous girl in his bed.
"Yeah, well, I think part of it was my confidence, but I think the other problem is that I was just too kinky for him." She said this as she licked the lip of her beer bottle absent-mindedly, almost chewing it. She was horny from the alcohol—pissed still, but also definitely horny.
Micah couldn't believe what she had just said. He wondered if he could press her to expand on that but thought better of it. That might be a little too creepy if he asked his good friend what her kinks were that the shnozznozzle wasn't interested in.
"Hey, do you mind if I crash here? I'm exhausted after this night and I don't want to go back to that apartment and wait for him to get back from the club smelling like cheap vodka and perfume." She asked Micah suddenly.
"It's fine with me babe, but you should probably know know, cheap vodka and perfume is the scent of my fabric softener so you might not enjoy staying here as much as you think." Micah joked.
She reached for a pillow and smacked him in the face with it and he grabbed it and bonked her back as they fell back on the bed together laughing like little .
"You don't mind if I fall asleep with you, do you? I don't want to sleep by myself tonight...please don't do the valiant, 'I'll-sleep-on-the-carpet' thing. I don't need a gentleman or anything. I just wouldn't mind having someone close by me right now." She said it so sweetly that you could hardly tell there was some seduction in her voice.
"Of course. I'll gladly sleep with you, babe."
Jessica looked at Micah and felt her pussy tingle a little bit. She didn't know if the double entendre was intended, but she liked his use of it anyway. Why the fuck couldn't she seduce her friend into pounding her pussy tonight? She thought. Didn't she deserve a little misbehavior of her own? The alcohol swam through her blood and warmed her skin under her sweats.
"It's really hot in here, mind if I borrow a thin t-shirt from you to sleep in?" She asked.
Micah realized she was wearing sweats and a
hoodie and that his room did indeed get a little warm at night without the AC blasting.
He hopped up from the bed and grabbed an old Queen t-shirt that was too small for him but would probably make a good nighttime shirt for her. If he was being honest with himself, he had some longer shirts he could've given her, but he secretly hoped she wouldn't mind that the shirt only came down to just below her butt cheeks.
She grabbed it and headed out of his room down the hall to the bathroom. When she came back he noticed that the shirt was all she was wearing. It did an amazing job of JUST covering her legs where he knew her panties would've been. This drove him crazy a little bit. She also wasn't wearing a bra and he could see her perky tits pressing through the fabric of the old shirt that had been through a thousand dryer loads. He really had chosen wisely.
"I used your mouthwash, I hope that's okay." She said, and of course it was.
Micah made a similar trip to the bathroom and washed up, particularly making sure to freshen up certain parts of his body just in case things happened that he couldn't imagine actually might. He peed and brushed his teeth and made sure everything smelled fresh.
He came back into the room wearing only his boxer briefs (the pair he liked because they tended to outline his package quite well) and a sleep-t-shirt of his own.
When he came back into the room he noticed that she was sitting cross-legged on top of the sheets after she'd pulled the comforter all the way down to the end of the bed. She patted the spot next to her and Micah climbed into the bed, which trapped Jessica up against the wall side.
"I'm tired but I'm like, not tired, ya know?" She said, and she was feeling squirrely from her beer and whiskey buzz.
"I'm pretty buzzed right now I think." Micah admitted. It had been hours since he'd had dinner and they had downed the six pack and their three shots over only a couple of hours.
"Oh My God! Me too! I'm so happy I'm not the only one!" She said, laughing as she touched Micah on the arm and ran her fingers down it softly.
"So," Micah began suddenly, feeling like if they were both drunk enough that this might be the right time to ask about his nagging curiosity. "You said," he began slowly, "your boyfriend thinks that you're...too kinky?"
"Oh fuck, did I say that out loud earlier?!" Jessica asked as she pressed her face into one of Micah's pillows as her face grew a little red. "I honestly couldn't remember if I had just thought it or actually said it!" She giggled again and hiccupped and they both laughed at that. She held her breath to make sure that would be the only one, even though Micah tried to make her laugh the entire time which caused her to slap his bare thigh where he sat next to her. Finally, though it wasn't easy, it seemed that she'd beaten the hiccups.
"Oh you said it out loud, trust me, I almost said something but thought maybe that might be too personal a question." Micah explained.
"No worries, I actually kind of like being able to talk about it with someone." She said, smiling at him. They were close to each other on the bed with their legs Indian style as they faced each other. Their knees naturally touched as you do when having an intimate conversation with someone.
Micah clicked some of his music on and Jessica began to explain what she meant by "too kinky."
"Basically, I like everything about sex. Kinky sex especially. I like sex toys, role-play, ass play, dirty talk, the works. I like dressing up in sexy lingerie and surprising the boy with outfits and everything." Micah was stunned at her honesty. It was always the ones you least expected, he thought to himself.
As they were talking she leaned back a little bit, which caused her shirt to ride up her torso more. Micah couldn't help but notice her exposed panties. He gasped a little as his eyes drifted over their design as he instantly recognized something very unique about them.
Jessica was wearing a pair of low-rise black panties with a little frill along the legs and some lace...but the belt was solid black and there in the middle of the crotch, was a very recognizable black ring that almost blended in with the rest of the soft cotton.
If most people had seen these panties, they would've just thought they were a cute black thong with an interesting design feature...but Micah had some sexual curiosities of his own that he was particularly taken by, and he knew right away that these particular panties were a brand called 'RodeoH.'
He had sought out videos many a time on Internet porn sites of girls wearing just such panties while they fucked their willing men up the ass.
Because these panties also happened to be sexy, strap-on harnesses that actually looked like the type of underwear a girl would wear.
One of Micah's biggest fantasies in his own sexual treasure box was to be fucked in the ass by a girl who enjoyed wearing a strap-on cock. He wanted to experience being with a girl that was a little dominant in the bedroom.
He couldn't believe that Jessica was wearing them. The implications were breathtaking.
Jessica noticed while they were talking that Micah's eyes had wandered down to her crotch and had stopped on the 0-Ring stitched into the middle of them. It was almost too dark in the room to see it save but for a nearby dresser lamp. Her breath caught a little as she realized something she hadn't even thought of before when she'd headed over to Micah's place earlier that night...she was still wearing her strap-on panties.
She had actually put them on much earlier in the day because she was doing laundry after a busy two weeks and this was the only comfortable pair she had left in her underwear drawer.
She suddenly wondered if he had recognized what they were. Could he possibly? No, she thought, Micah had always seemed like such a straight-and-narrow kind of guy. There was no way...but...maybe?
"So, like, what kind of kinky stuff was your boyfriend not into trying?" Micah asked as he quickly snapped his eyes away, hoping she hadn't seem him staring. Micah had actually felt his dick start to tingle in his boxers a little. This girl he'd fantasized about a million times over and also most definitely jacked off to a number of times, was in his bed—the same bed he'd jacked off in while thinking about her amazing body.
She was in his bed and she was wearing sexy strap-on harness panties no less.
"Mmmm, well, there was lots of stuff, let me think," as she said this Jessica folded her legs under her which sort of jutted her crotch out a little bit to really show off her sexy legs. They were lean and shaved and she clearly moisturized them numerous times a day. Micah liked the way her smooth knees felt pressed into against his own crossed legs. The panties were still plainly visible to Micah who assumed she hadn't realized how exposed she was. "He never liked eating me out, and he especially didn't like it when I would ask him to eat my asshole."
Micah gulped. The thought of eating Jessica's asshole was like a three star Michelin culinary booty fantasy. How could any guy not want to shove their face between those glorious cheeks of hers?
"That blows me away. That's so fucking kinky and hot, I love it!" Micah stated, truly being honest now. He did love to eat ass.
Both friends were enjoying this sexual openness as they continued their conversation with an air of excitement.
"And...he never really liked when I wanted to play with bondage, or like, BDSM stuff." She said, watching Micah's face to gage his reaction. He seemed excited by each new word that came out of her mouth.
"Oh, are you into that kind of stuff?" Micah asked, trying to hide his dick now along the inside of his leg as it became much more obvious piping running down the inside of his right boxer leg.
"Oh yeah...I like using ropes or furry handcuffs in bed. I also like blindfolds. I think all of that is hot. Domination and submission and kind of letting yourself go, ya know? I definitely love dirty talk a lot...like A LOT a lot...you've gotta talk in bed, right? Keep things fresh?" She said, as she ran a hand up to play with a strand of hair that liked to fall over her face. She was radiantly sexy.
"No I totally get what you mean, very sexy for sure." Micah said, and he wondered whether she liked to be tied up, or be the one tying the guy up. His dick pulsed in his boxers. He was horny as fuck now as they talked. This was very unexpected.
"So were those the main things? Ass-eating and BDSM?" Micah asked, curious just how much information she'd relinquish.
"Noooo, there's one more really big kink I have that's kind of embarrassing to admit to but it's like, my number one thing." She said, playing with a strand around her finger as she stared at Micah, wondering if she should tell him.
"Oh no...now you HAVE to tell me! You can't just give me that kinda tease and then just not say it!" He argued. She looked at him for a few seconds and felt her face getting a little red but the alcohol had pushed her courage much further along than even she realized. She chewed on the end of the hair a bit and then made her decision.
"Okay, but you have to promise you won't get weirded out or anything, okay?" She said and Micah of course agreed. He hoped he knew where she was going with this.
"My biggest sexual kink..." she began, and she taunted Micah by taking such a long pause.
"Just tell me you dork!" Micah said, and she giggled again as he slapped her bare thigh right in front of him just hard enough to make her squeal a bit.
"OUCH! Okay, okay, okay, my biggest sexual kink is...strap-on sex." She said it so comfortably and in a directly seductive way, but she was still red in the cheeks. Micah felt a shiver run up and down his entire spine like a roller coaster that starts one way and then comes back the other.
She looked at Micah to see how he would react to such a confession. He seemed totally cool with it. He was smiling really big, but in a very supportive way. She was so relieved.
"I kinda thought you might say that," Micah said laughing at her. He was strangely nervous for some reason as he decided to be brave and ask about the underwear.
"You did?! Why???" She asked. Then she watched as Micah reached over and ran a finger up her leg until it was just below her shirt hem. He pointed at the O-ring harness in the middle of the silky, black cotton panties.
"OH MY GOD, YOU ACTUALLY RECOGNIZED THESE?!?" She flopped back over on the pillow and laughed hysterically. "Oh my God it's so embarrassing and yet, hilarious at the same time." She said. "I promise I can explain!" She said, even as the two friends smiled in tipsy joy at each other.
"No, no, there's no need to, it's totally cool with me." Micah said, he was grinning ear-to-ear and enjoying Jessica's clear embarrassment from the situation.
"No, wait...wait a second...hear me out. I don't just go around wearing my strapon panties all the time...it's just...I was doing laundry today, and my other underwear was all dirty...and..."
"And you saw someone you wanted to fuck so you slipped them on and then forgot you were wearing them when you came over!" Micah finished her sentence as he enjoyed ribbing her. They were both dying now. This was too funny.
But also, Micah was hard.
And Jessica was wet.
The conversation served two different purposes above and below the surface of their water.
"Noooo! Okay, first of all, fuck you!" She said it in the cutest way as she playfully pushed Micah in his face and his head fell back a little in mock protest. "Look, I know it looks weird but I promise they're just one of my more comfy pair of panties and my hand was definitely forced by the laundry gods. I hadn't even realized I was still wearing them until I looked down just a couple of minutes ago. We all have desperate underwear days, right?" She said, and Micah gave her a sideways grin as they both giggled at the situation.
After they'd settled down and their laughter had dissipated she looked back over at her good friend wearing only his boxer briefs and a shirt. His muscles looked good. He was tanned. His hair was thick and sexy. Why hadn't she ever fucked this guy before? Why was she wasting her time on idiots? All these things went running through her head, including one particularly interesting thought which made her stop to cock an eyebrow at Micah.
"Wait...wait a second...how did YOU recognize that these were strap-on panties?? These are like, super subtle and they could've just been designed with a ring like that. How would you know what they were unless...unless...ohhhhh," Jessica looked up at Micah accusingly, and now his cheeks looked like Washington Apples as a guilty grin escaped sideways out of his mouth.
"You've got some explaining of your own to do Micah Tate!"
Now Micah was really trapped. He had two options. He could try to bullshit his way out of this ("Saw them on a porn! Bought a pair for a white elephant one year! Made a Sherlock Holmes-like deduction based on things I know about the world! Etc, etc.), or, he could tell his sexy, drunk best friend, the truth.
"Okay, well, I've never told ANYONE this before so you have to promise that you take this to your grave but...I'm also super into the idea of strap-on play." When he said it Jessica felt a tingle between her legs. Her pussy was getting warmer.
"REALLYYYYY?!?!" She beamed back at him. "Oh my God I would've NEVER guessed that, you've always seemed kinda like a goody-two-shoes to me, and I mean that in the nicest way possible, babe." And it was clear that she really did. Both friends were so very fond of each other, there was nothing but admiration shared between them.
Micah smiled sheepishly. "I guess I'm a little kinky too," he concluded in a handsome sort of way.
There was no going back now. The topic of conversation was firmly set in place. They couldn't have change the subject to baseball if the Cubs had strolled by the window. They were locked in to this coincidence.
"Soooo, have you ever actually tried it?" Jessica asked in a sing-songy sort of way, sitting further up on her knees as she excitedly poked her friend for more details. She was very into all of this. She wanted to know what Micah's experience was. She was VERY interested in what his sexual experience with this was.
"No, unfortunately I've never dated a single girl who was into it so I've always kinda had to keep it on the down-low. One girl freaked out when I told her and it sort of ruined our relationship from that point on. She just didn't get it. I think she saw me as different or not manly enough for her or something." Micah described his reasons for being secretive in his kink.
"Ugghhh, that's so STUPID, I hate that double standard that exists—boys aren't allowed to be kinky in the same way girls are. People get all weird about it. Like, two girls could make out and fuck during a sleepover and no one would blink an eye, but if two guys fooled around everyone would be like "oh yeah, they're gay." Sorry for all toxic masculinity you have to deal with on the regular. Such silly bullshit." She said as she tied her hair up into a cute ponytail with a band from her wrist. This was clearly a topic that Jessica felt strongly about and Micah felt so much better as he heard every positive idea in her response.
"Yeah, it's nice that I can actually admit this fantasy to a girl...kind of a breath of fresh air, ya know? I appreciate it, Jess." He said as he brushed her knee in a friendly sort of gesture.
She smiled at him and leaned forward to give him a big hug, and he loved the way her body felt against him.
"Of course, you can totally tell me anything, I hope you know that, Micah. You're one of my absolute best friends." She said, and Micah felt unexpectedly emotional from that. He wasn't expecting to get any sexual therapy in this moment. It was cathartic.
"So, how about you? What do you like to do with a strap-on? How many guys have you played with your strap-on with?" Micah asked. He wanted to know so much more. He wasn't even fully sure how to phrase the questions so that they continued to sound curious rather than creepy.
"Well, let's see. I really enjoy the role reversal of it, ya know? But actually I've only fucked one guy with my strap-on. But...since we're putting all of our cards on the table now, you should know that I've also fucked a girl." Micah couldn't believe that. It was the sexiest thing she could've said in that moment. Now he had fifty more questions that flooded his brain. He immediately created sexual scenarios in his mind of Jessica with another girl.
"You fucked a girl with it? So you've had lesbian sex?" He queried her like a turned-on puppy dog.
"Yes, oh definitely. I umm, I REALLY like playing with girls. They're a lot of fun in bed and they know how to make me orgasm better than most guys. But...that being said, I had WAY more fun fucking a guy than I did fucking a girl. I think that's my main kink—taking a guy's ass." She said it and her face had a foxy sort of devilishness that had come over it.
"Damn, that's amazing. So...who was the guy?" Micah wanted to know now.
"Oh, I don't think you know him...I dated him the first year I was in school right before I met the asshole I'm with now. I found out one night while we were playing in the shower that he liked having his asshole played with while I blew him. My hands were on his ass and he guided me over to play with his asshole. It was very unexpected but also, incredibly sexy to me for some reason. And I guess it sort of unraveled in my mind and led me down this whole strap-on rabbit hole. I ended up surprising him one night while we were playing. I came into the room wearing a sexy skirt and I had a strap-on hiding underneath it. We started making out and when he reached his hand into my skirt he was surprised when he felt the cock sticking out from my harness. I sort of took over from there and totally seduced him and told him I was going to fuck his ass and he was basically putty in my hands for the rest of the night." As Jessica continued her detailed story Micah could feel himself growing fully hard in his boxers. This was a scenario he would've died to experience. He was so turned on by her in that moment.
She continued, "Then for the rest of our relationship we had a lot of fun with strap-on play. The sex we had in general was, if I'm being honest, sort of just average...but damn, I really liked fucking him and seeing how turned on he got from it. Totally empowering sort of thing to experience. I understood instantly why guys were so horny all the time, ya know? There's something really erotic in having that kind of power, isn't there?" She said it like she had analyzed herself a thousand times over and knew exactly what she wanted in the bedroom. Micah was so revved up by this girl. His boner made tiny thumps like distant Zulu war drums.
She turned to look at Micah suddenly, "I'm sorry...if I had known all this time that you had this big strap-on fantasy I would've gladly come over to help you out in fulfilling it!" She said it in a very playful way. It was hard to tell where the joking stopped and where the seriousness started.
Micah smiled in an embarrassed way as he looked at Jessica's sultry glare.
"Ugh...you're SUCH a tease!" Micah said finally as he slapped her knee again.
"Unfortunately I only have the panties right now...all of my favorite cocks are back at the apartment, or I'd ask if you wanted to have some fun." She looked at Micah and licked her lips a little. Now she looked like she really was being serious. Micah was holding his breath.
He stared at her for a long time feeling his heart raging out of his chest. He double gulped. She was so fucking sexy in that tiny Queen shirt and her lazy ponytail and those strap-on panties staring back at him.
"Hmmmm," he said, "that is too bad," as he looked at her and felt the throbbing of his cock inside his boxer briefs. He was almost too nervous to do what he did next but...he reached over into the nightstand drawer beside his bed and took out a seven inch dildo and a small bottle of lube that he kept in there. "I mean...look...you're kind of assuming that I don't have my own toys!"
The dildo was smooth and black and had a familiar flat base. Jessica gasped when she saw what he had grabbed.
"Oh my God...Micah...is that YOUR dildo?" She asked, purposefully teasing him a little in case he was just playing along with her joke. She could tell how nervous he was now as this back and forth continued and she purposefully ran her hands playfully over the tops of his hands in a friendly way in hopes of steadying his nerves.
He shook his head yes to her question. She grabbed the dildo out of his hand and inspected it. It was a good size sex toy—probably a solid seven inches with a nice girth, and it turned her on so much to know that he used this toy in his ass. It was the kind of dildo that could be pressed up against something...or...because of the flat base...it was also designed to easily click into place with the average harness ring size of a strap-on.
She slowly brought the dildo down and slid the ring aside as she pushed the cock through it and locked it into place. It jutted out from her body as the toy curved up like a tasty banana.
She stroked the silicone dildo with her hand as she stared at Micah. He was breathing heavily as he stared back at her.
"How do I look?" She asked him. She wanted to see what he would say. She studied him carefully.
"You look...fuck. You look fucking hot." Micah said. He was so hard in his boxers. Jessica could see the outline of Micah's boner now. There was no more hiding anything.
"Do you want me to give you a massage?" She asked in a suddenly flirty sort of tone. Micah was in a zombie haze as he drooled at the sight of the cock sticking out of the crotch of this sexual fantasy girl in his bed.
"Fuck, yes, that sounds amazing, I'd love a massage." Micah wasn't really sure where this was going, but the idea of Jessica giving him a massage in bed was just about enough to make him blow his load in his boxers. It didn't hurt that she was wearing his favorite sex toy at the same time.
He wondered if she would take the cock out after she'd modeled it for him, but as she had him lay down on his stomach in the middle of the bed, he realized that she was keeping it on. His heart was beating very fast.
Jessica reached for the bottle of lotion that Micah had beside his bed. "Shirt off please." She said it very casually, but there was no option in her sentence. He took his shirt off, and now he was down to just his tight boxer briefs.
Jessica swung her legs over his and sat right at the top of his thighs where they connected to his butt. Micah loved the fact that she was sitting on him. He was completely hypnotized by wherever she was taking them.
She squirted the lotion up and down his spine and Micah goosebumped a little from the cold of the lotion.
"Oops, sorry if that's a little cold, shoulda warned you first," she apologized.
"No, of course not, it feels good." He assured her as he looked back over his shoulder at her.
"Good, I'm glad." She said and she pushed his face forward so it was facing down on the bed.
"Just let me know if I go too hard, okay?" She said, and he couldn't help hearing the obvious double entendre.
Jessica immediately began to massage her hands deeply into his muscles as she spread the lotion all over his toned back muscles. Mmmm, he felt good, she thought. Jessica noticed immediately the efforts of Micah's consistent workout sessions. This boy was getting tastier by the minute, she mused.
She kneaded her hands all the way up and then all the way back down his back, destroying old knots and causing Micah to occasionally moan in an appreciative baritone. Each time her hands would roll up his back her body would get lower over his and she could smell the musk of his body wash. She had the biggest craving to lick him, but she was currently focused on bigger game.
As the massage went on she leaned over more which caused the dildo to rest between Micah's boxer clad butt cheeks. He moaned a little when he felt it and Jessica definitely noticed the moan because it was unconnected to any particular muscle group that she working into submission on that pass up his body. Jessica smiled to herself and bit her lip with an intense craving. She was becoming more confident in where she was taking this. But still, she called rather than raised the pot.
She continued to massage the lotion into Micah's back as it spread out and unwound him like a tin-man receiving his first oil in years. Micah had never been so relaxed and turned on all at the same time. Jessica's fingers were magical on his back and arms and neck.
As her passes continued, she pushed her legs further into the bottom of his ass as she would bring her hands all the way the way up to his head to run them through his hair. Micah moaned again as he felt the plastic cock firmly pressed up against his crack and enjoyed the way her hands massaged his head. She laid down on him like that to massage his head.
He could feel her braless tits pressing against his back through his own t-shirt he'd loaned her. Such a good choice of shirt, he thought again.
Then she did something a little different—on her next pass where she brought her body back up and then back down to massage all the way from his lower back up to his head, she gyrated her hips a little into his butt and the toy definitely rubbed against his thinly covered crack with a definite suggestiveness.
She did this again not so subtly on her next pass. Then she started to do it more. Then she started to do it every single time. She'd sit all the way up and end her massage with her hands running all the way over his boxer-covered buns, and then she'd slide them back up his buns, back, neck, and head. Each time she'd push her hips with a little more intent into his backside.
It definitely reminded Micah of something very familiar. It reminded him of how he might seduce a girl that he wanted to fuck.
Fuck.
Jessica wanted to fuck him.
It was becoming very obvious. Micah was incredibly nervous and turned on all at once. All he could do was wait to see what she did next. Every second grew more exciting as she rubbed him in a sensual sort of way.
The next time she laid down on him, she brought her lips close to the side of his face and spoke into his ear after he moaned deliriously at one of her deep shoulder rubs.
"Hey, do you want me to massage your butt?" She said it in such an innocent tone, there was no way Micah could say no to that. He was DYING for her to play with his ass in that moment.
"Yes, that sounds incredible," he said to her, and she kissed the skin under his ear sweetly as she pulled her self back up from his body.
Jessica was still sitting cowgirl style on the top of Micah's legs. She squeezed his ass once in her hands which Micah loved already and then he felt her put her fingers in the sides of his waistband.
"These gotta come off, tiger." She tugged Micah's boxers down at the sides and he lifted his hips up to help her in getting his underwear off. They caught briefly on his raging hard dick, but he was able to wiggle them past. Micah was still facing directly down on the bed and as Jessica pulled the briefs off of his feet, she picked up the bottle of lotion again. As she squirted the lotion with one hand onto both sides of his round butt cheeks, she brought the boxers over to her nose and quickly turned them inside out so she could smell the crotch.
Micah's boxers had a lot of pre-cum smeared across the front patch, and that was the last piece of information that Jessica needed. She threw them to the floor and scooted up as she began to massage his ass with a dedicated energy.
Micah's moans were walking a tight-rope as they escaped out from under him. He was clearly enjoying having a rarely touched body part massaged, but his moans were slowly crossing over into the sexual category. Jessica loved every single one of them. She spread the lotion all over his amazing ass and worked his cheeks wide so that she could check out his asshole.
He was neatly trimmed down there which she noticed immediately. There wasn't a patch of unruly hair to get in her way. She always liked when her boys were appropriately manscaped.
She ran her fingers over his buns and spread them wider and wider with each circle of her knuckles and fingers. Micah sounded hot as his sounds matched her ministrations. She could feel her wetness through her panties and she felt as powerful as she always did wearing these panties. Her brain was on overdrive. He was completely smitten with her in that moment.
Her fingers began to dip down into his crack and she'd run them all the way down his buns to his inner thighs too. Micah's hard-on pressed into his bed as she continued to pass ever so closely to his ball sack. On her next pass, she allowed her fingers to travel back up through his crack, around his hole, and across the soft skin of his perineum.
Micah's breath caught again. He could feel her fingernails running along the sensitive skin of his inner cheeks. She was really focusing just on his crack now, but she'd veer off before touching his puckered asshole, which she could swear was trying to suck her fingers in on each pass. Jessica noticed how Micah's asshole was moving. She was absolutely tickled at how much he wanted it. He had even pressed his ass ever so subtly back towards her. They were both incredibly silent as the drama unfolded.
Then finally, a couple of deep kneads later, Micah felt Jessica's fingers run all the way up the inside of his thighs, where they stopped on the base of his very swelled scrotum, and then he moaned a silent gasp into the sheets as he felt her fingers run directly up his crack until they stopped directly on the skin of his anus.
She dragged a soft fingertip around his anal ring and Micah moaned in a slightly higher pitch against his bed. They were fully committed now.
Jessica did this for a couple of minutes. She lightly caressed his sensitive anal skin and the skin all around it. Micah was incandescent with arousal.
She loved how much power she seemed to have in this very moment. Jessica felt like she could actually FEEL the hardness of the cock she was wearing.
After playing with her friend's cute little hole for a bit, she moved further up his legs until she was sitting right on the edge of his ass. She leaned down with her body again so her weight was fully on top of his so she could talk softly into his ear.
"Hey, can I rub the strap-on up against your ass? I'm really horny right now and I want you to see how good it feels when the toy rubs against your hole."
"Mmmhmmm." Micah moaned back to her and she could feel him pushing back a little with his ass. He really was horny for her cock, she was totally sure of it.
Jessica grabbed the bottle of lube that Micah had taken out with the dildo and she popped open the lid. She squeezed some of it out onto her hand and she rubbed the juicy oil all up and down the cock. Then she brought the remaining lube over to rub it copiously up and down Micah's hole. He instantly recognized the sensation of his lube and his heart beat faster than it had all night.
She was actually lubing him up.
Jessica threw the lube to the side and angled the toy so it would slide up through Micah's butt cheeks like a hot in a bun. She spread his cheeks apart with her hands and closed them over the girth of the dildo and Micah loved every fucking second of every single thing she was doing.
She thrust her hips back and forth through the valley of his ass as the toy rubbed every nerve-ending that he had never truly satiated.
Jessica noticed that Micah's moans hadn't stopped, but they were now definitely sexually motivated. He didn't seem to be hiding them anymore either. He wanted this just as bad as she did.
The next time she slid the cock down through his butt, she repositioned the head so it was pushed against the entrance of his ass.
Now Micah could feel the head of the toy pressing against his opening and he cock was absolutely throbbing with anticipation.
Jessica continued to rock back and forth, as if she was pretending any of this was still for show. She wanted to drive Micah so insane that he was absolutely begging for it.
She would lightly press her hips forward and the toy would press against the tight ring of his anus in the most teasing sort of way.
She leaned back down now while keeping her hips in place with the toy threatening to enter his buns at any moment.
"You have a really sexy ass, Micah." She said into his ear and Micah moaned happily into the bed from this compliment.
"You're such a good friend to me. You're always there whenever I need you," and as she spoke sweetly to him, he felt the head push past his sphincter muscle. The cock was officially inside of him now. "You always know just what to say to cheer me up. You're really such a great guy." And now the toy was a full two inches into his butt as he clenched his teeth and marveled at the powerful pleasure of someone else using his ass however they wanted.
Micah moaned in the naughtiest way he had all night. His butt was pressed back against Jessica's strap-on cock and she continued to slowly press herself into him.
When the toy was half-way in she leaned down to kiss his back. She kissed him softly up his neck to his ear and bit him gently.
"Micah...do you want my cock?" She asked in the sexiest little voice. He almost died and went to heaven right then and there. He loved that she called it her cock.
"Mmmhmmmm." He moaned into the bed, so ridiculously submissive for Jessica's direction in that moment. He wanted all of it. He stumbled toward her mirage.
"You want me to take your ass tonight?" She said to him now, her words carrying more naughty intonations with each twisting syllable. The cacophony of the way she pronounced the word "cock" echoed through his mind and made his ass tingle with pleasure even as it was slowly being spread apart by the forward progression of her hips.
Her words seemed to be opening up his mind just as her hips slowly worked his ass open.
"Yessss," Micah moaned again. The strap-on was a full four inches inside of him now and his pre-cum leaked out of his own penis with zero signs of slowing down.
Then suddenly, she pulled the cock back out of his ass. Micah gasped as his ass pulsed like the swimming motions of a jellyfish. Why had she taken it out?!
"Roll over." She said to him suddenly.
And Micah realized she was going to see how hard he was, but it obviously didn't matter anymore. He was going to do whatever she told him to do at this point. And he wanted her to see how turned on he was.
Micah rolled over and Jessica immediately spread his legs as she scooted herself up between them. She admired the seven inches of manly arousal jutting up his belly with a granite consistency.
"Mmmm, that's what I was hoping to see. Glad to know you're as turned on as I am." Jessica said with a naughty glee upon seeing how hard Micah's cock was. She was also quite happy to discover that he was well endowed. That would definitely come in handy later, she thought.
She spread his legs and grabbed the base of the dildo as she pressed it back up against Micah's hole and slowly pushed back in the full four inches she had already gone. Micah moaned loudly and she smiled as she grabbed both of his hips and pulled herself further into him.
"Mmmm, good job baby." She encouraged him in a sultry tone of voice.
Then she leaned down and brought her lips to Micah's, and as he felt her tongue slip inside of his mouth for the first time, Jessica buried the last few inches of the cock into Micah's ass.
He moaned into her mouth as they kissed sensually. She pressed herself fully into him and kept the cock all the way inside of him as his ass expanded to her size.
"You're doing really good Micah," she said to him as she kissed him again. He felt her start to roll her hips a little, grinding the dick into his ass as her sexy body grinded against his. She was taking him in the missionary position. It was sexy and sweet all at once.
They made out softly as she slowly introduced him to the feeling of being fucked, and she was absolutely smitten with the noises he made as she fucked him. Jessica had been craving this type of sexual encounter forever. And now here she was fucking a boy's ass for the first time. She was so turned on.
She broke from his mouth suddenly to smile at him and then returned to a kneeling position between his legs.
Now with more leverage, she began to pull the cock further out before plunging it back in. She was really starting to fuck him now. Micah was actually being fucked by a sexy girl wearing a strap-on. He had never felt his cock this hard before.
As she began to thrust harder and more consistently he watched as she crossed her arms and peeled the Queen shirt up over her head. She threw it off the bed as her breasts popped out before him.
Jessica had these 32 B tits which were just so stinking cute and perfectly perky for her body. They looked like ripe apples just asking to be sucked on. Her nipples were hard pencil erasers that stuck out from her body with dime-sized areolas that just begged to be sucked. She was so damned sexy that Micah hardly knew what to do with himself. The girl next door was fucking him in the ass with a strap-on in his own bed. The cutie that he worked with was now the hottie that was dominating him.
Micah admired Jessica's lower body strength as she pushed into him over and over again. Her cute ponytail bounced along with her thrusts and a bead of sweat formed on her chest and trickled down through her breasts as she completely demolished Micah's buns over and over again.
"Fucckkk, Ughhh, fughhh," Micah moaned into the bed as she fucked him. He brought his hand up to play with his cock but Jessica grabbed it and pushed it away.
"No, don't touch yourself. I want you to focus on the pleasure from your ass only right now." She said, even as she smiled at how badly she knew this was torturing him. His cock was so hard it looked like it might burst at any second and a sticky string of pre-cum smeared from the opening of his tip down to his belly button.
"Mmmm, fuckk, okayyyy, mmmfff," Micah moaned. His eyes were half closed as he stared up at Jessica while she fucked him. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have someone else opening up his ass. Each time she thrust into him his eyes bulged and he moaned
She was smiling in the sexiest way. It was a naughty little grin that drove him wild. She looked like liquid sex.
"Good boy," She said as she kept going hard into him. "You're taking my cock really good, Micah. Just keep that ass nice and relaxed for me baby. This is so fucking hot!"
"Mmmmm, fuck yes, Jess," Micah moaned, his legs clamping around her waist as he enjoyed the way she pounded him immensely.
"You like that baby?" Jessica teased him.
"Yessss, I like it, unnnfff," Micah moaned back.
"You like the way I fuck your ass, Micah?" She continued to drive his mind crazy with every word that came out of her mouth.
"Yessssss, ufff, fuckkk meee." Micah moaned as she continued her assault.
She pulled the whole dildo out of him suddenly.
"Flip over onto your knees, I want to fuck you Doggy-style." Micah followed her every instruction and he watched as she grabbed the lube again. She squeezed a generous helping out and rubbed it into his hole with her fingers. He shuddered when he felt her slide two of her fingers inside of him as she fingered him with the new dribbles of lube and got him nice and loose again.
Then she pulled her fingers out and wiped them on his leg.
"Mmmmm Micah, you have a really nice ass baby." She spanked him hard. Micah was leaning on his elbows and he moaned at the sudden against his butt.
"Yeah, good little slut," she spread his cheeks apart and brought the toy back to his hole. Then she thrust the entire thing back inside of him as Micah loudly groaned from her force.
"MMmmmm, I LOVE how you moan from being fucked, baby. Take that cock like the little slut I know you are." She said, and then Jessica really began to fuck Micah hard.
This was something totally knew. She held the handles of his hips and drove the dildo roughly into his wet hole like an unleashed animal as Micah could feel her soft legs slapping against his thighs.
At some point the pounding was so intense Micah sunk down to his elbows and then he felt her strong legs forcing him fully down onto his stomach. She pushed his legs together and spread hers over his ass as she pushed the large cock in and out of his ass mercilessly.
If her body had been a video game it would've been Space Invaders because Micah couldn't believe how hard and how far she was able to push the silicone dick into him. He hardly recognized the moans that were coming out of his own mouth as she pummeled his booty like a battering ram against his castle gates.
As she pounded him further into the bed Micah felt his body being pushed further up until his head was being pounded into the wooden headboard.
Jessica wasn't slowing down. Her thrusts came in impressively quick succession now, as if she was trying to make the plastic cock itself cum inside of Micah's ass. Her ass bounced on top of his like a club girl popping her booty. No wonder she was so good at this. She loved to dance.
"Roll over again, slut." She said to him, and Micah smiled like a drunk as he rolled over for his dominant friend. She picked up both of his legs and lifted them up onto her shoulders. Then she shoved the cock back inside his exposed asshole.
Micah watched her breasts pressed together between his legs as she gyrated deliciously into him.
He loved the way the tip of her cock continued rubbing against his male g-spot.
She reached over and grabbed his cock finally.
"Mmmmm, you're soooo hard Micah," she said appreciatively as she jacked him all the way through her heavy thrusts.
Micah knew he wasn't going to last very long now.
"Jess, ohfuck, pleasedontstop, pleasedontstop...fuggg..." Micah was so close.
She jacked him harder and pounded into him in the straightest line she could.
"Yeah baby...cum on my cock baby, cum while I fuck you Micah!!! Cum like a little slut for me Micah. Cum Micah! CUM ALL OVER YOURSELF MICAH!! CUM ON MY COCK MICAH!!! CUM ON MY COCK MICAH!!! BE A GOOD LITTLE COCKSLUT FOR ME MICAH!! CUM FOR ME BABY!!! CUM WHILE I FUCK YOU SLUT!!! CUM FOR ME CUMSLUT!!! CUM WHILE I POUND YOU BABY!!!"
She had almost folded him over in half now and her fist pumped his swelled cock faster than he could've imagined her arm muscles would allow.
He exploded like a bag of popcorn. His cum shot out in giant streams of sticky sperm that drenched his chest and neck and even his chin. Jessica smiled happily as she saw how much Micah was cumming. He painted his chest creamy white in his orgasm.
"Yesss baby....Mmmm, that's so sexy baby, cum babyyyy, cummm for me babyyyy!"
Micah kept cumming and cumming and cumming. It was the largest cumshot of his entire life.
When she had finally slowed down her fist, he thought his cock might retract back up into his body. His balls certainly had. She had drained him like a fully squeezed pack of Capri-Sun.
Micah's crescendo caused his mind to practically black out. His legs were still stretched high above him on Jessica's shoulders as she kept herself pressed all the way into him.
When he was finally able to bring himself back down into the atmosphere, Jessica placed his legs at her sides. He felt as she slid the dirty toy out of his ass and then watched as she slid the panties off her legs with the dildo still attached. She pushed them off to the side and then slowly slid herself up Micah's body.
He went crazy when he felt her bare pussy drag across his still sensitive cock.
She dragged her glistening lips all over his cum and he could feel how wet she was. His cock was already stirring again.
She covered her pussy in his cream and then she did the same thing as she slid up his stomach and chest, making sure to stop and grind herself wherever his seed had collected. Her pussy was dripping in his own sperm now.
That's when he realized what she was doing. She kept crawling until she was sitting over his face, and without giving him the option, she shoved her cum-covered pussy onto his mouth and Micah immediately began to lick her cunt.
He didn't care that she was covered in his juices. It made the whole thing dirtier and he loved it. She moaned in ecstatic pleasure as his tongue willingly attacked her warm snatch and lapped up his own salty deposit.
She had definitely found the man of her dreams. He was eating his own cum off of her pussy lips like it was an after-sex sandwich. She loved how naughty he was. She wanted to do all sorts of kinky things with this boy.
She scooched back down his body and made out with him and now they were kissing in the most dirty way as they enjoyed his cum between their lips. Jessica dragged her tongue out of his mouth as she found some cum along his chin and licked it up, then she dove back in and fed Micah more of his seed. She was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced.
The energy was electric. Micah could feel his cock returning to its full length and Jessica rubbed her naked sex against his and they both moaned for each other.
She placed his cock at her lips and sank down onto him as her wet opening enveloped his hardness in a plush glove of her gushing arousal. Micah was so turned on by how wet she was.
Jessica loved the way his cock filled her fully. He was the perfect size—big and fat and naughty. She impaled herself completely as her hips rocked on top of his while they kissed. She moaned into his mouth as she ran her hands up through his hair and pulled his head back against the bed.
Micah continued to be blown away by how good she was at this. She was somehow still in control, even as she rode his cock and squeezed his length with her vaginal muscles.
She sat up again and now she was staring down at Micah like the sexiest cowgirl he had ever seen. She rode him in these achingly good circles as her hips came up and then back and then down and around. This girl would've had no problem lasting eight seconds in the rodeo—the question would be would the damn bull even make it that far?
She began to bounce up and down now on his lap as Micah's cock slapped wetly into her hungry snatch. She had one hand roughly squeezing a breast as she twisted a nipple with painfully pleasurable wickedness. Her other hand she used to steady herself on Micah's tummy.
"Micah I'm gonnna cummm, fucckkkkk," she moaned deliciously. Her moans were like sexual candy. She sounded like a Sunday School slut being brought to her knees in the conversion of the almighty love of cock.
She squealed loudly and Micah could feel himself getting close again too.
"Fuuuuggghhhhhhh!" She said and he could tell that she was convulsing on him as an orgasm rocked through her and shut down her body like an electromagnetic pulse.
"Jess I'm gonna cum again, I'm gonna, don't stop riding me, don't stop riding me! Fuck...FUCKKK!" Micah moaned.
Jessica did her duty and rode her favorite new stud with whatever remaining power she could summon. Multiple orgasms were rolling through her body like ocean waves even as her powerful lower body continued to milk Micah's Sasquatch like a zombie.
Micah reached up and grabbed onto both of her breasts as his cum shot out of his cock and filled his best friend's pussy up. She clamped around him like a calf on a fresh nipple.
"Yesss baby fill me up, cum inside me Micah, give me all of your seed, fuggghhhh," She moaned as her hips continued to energetically ride him all the way through his second orgasm of the night.
When he was finally done cumming, she dropped back down to his chest and rolled off to the side, his cock half out of her now.
She half-laughed and half-cried. It was the type of sex that made you want to start a new religion.
They breathed in an out as their bodies draped over each other. Micah's softening cock slipped from her opening as a river of his cum ran out of her pussy and down her inner thigh.
Micah turned to her and they were on their sides now.
He kissed her forehead and she purred with him. They kissed each other softly and made tiny little noises against each other as their mutual afterglows set the room ablaze.
Micah's ass was tingly and a little sore. He was going to feel that tomorrow, he already knew.
She ran a hand over his face as she kissed him in little spurts now.
"So, how was your first time getting fucked by a strap-on? Did you like it?" Jessica asked, staring into his eyes and running a hand through the hair above his ear.
"Mmmm, Jess, that's like, some of the best sex I've ever had. Thank you for doing that for me, I was so turned on the entire time." Micah said, already thinking back to the way she had taken charge over him.
"Oh my God, me too, it was so fucking good. You have a really sexy ass, did you know that?" She said, her hand tracing down his body and grabbing his butt behind him as she pulled him close.
"Mmmm, thanks baby, you made me feel really sexy while you were fucking me, I really liked the way you took over." Micah was analyzing the crazy thoughts that were swirling through his head. She really had completely nailed his fantasy even as she nailed his ass.
"So, I wanna ask you something," Jessica said.
Micah was staring at this sexy starlet as she looked into his eyes. "Of course, anything, ask away."
"Well, I think I really like you...and I think I didn't fully realize that until tonight, and I also think I need to dump the loser boyfrien
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Easy First Date (by Ilsop)
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Posted:Oct 19, 2022 12:57 pm
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My last boyfriend broke up with me because I was "too aggressive." Our society expects women to be passive during sex. I have never wanted to be a woman who just lies there, passive and moaning, spread-legged like a frog on a dinner plate. I love to be on top. I always straddled him and put my hands on his forearms so I could pin him down, and then I pounded my pussy into his crotch. When he got close, I'd slow down and go up and down in long, teasing strokes to finish him off. I loved to watch his face as he came. Once, he even moaned a little, and I was over the moon. Sadly, he broke up with me soon after.
In my post-break up horniness, I browsed the Internet for porn. I searched for "women in charge," and I soon was looking at bondage and dominatrix sites. This isn't what I like. Who would want to cause her lover pain? I want to cause him pleasure. There is an amazing power in that, gently forcing him to rapturous pleasure, gently making his body respond to my commands. There is plenty of porn where the man does this to his lover. I just wanted to see a normal, loving relationship... where it was the woman who did her man.
I was just about to give up when I saw my first pegging video. Pegging is when a woman wears a strap-on and anally penetrates a man. I had never heard of this before, and I was mesmerized. In the video I saw that first night, a brunette was naked except for a bright blue dildo. He was on the couch, doggy-style, and she was behind him. She clearly enjoyed stroking into him. He was clearly enjoyed himself, too, but he wasn't touching his penis. Then they switched positions. He lay down on his back, spread his legs, and brought his knees nearly up to his chest. She slid in, and you could clearly hear the slurp, slurp, slurp of a cock penetrating a wet orifice. She increased her speed until she was just slamming into him, and you could hear the slap of her crotch up against his ass. And then the most delightful sound: it started off soft but grew in volume, a plaintive moan of deep pleasure, very submissive but unmistakably baritone. "You like that, don't you?" she said, possessively. She thrust more rapidly, he moaned louder, and I started masturbating like a woman in heat. Without ever touching his penis, he came thickly onto his own chest, and the sight of it made me come.
How had I never known about this before? It clicked for me in a way that no other sexual act, real or fantasized, ever had. I knew that I must experience this. I made up for lost time. Over the following weeks, I did all the reading I could. I joined online groups, solicited advice, ordered equipment, and continued to masturbate to my new fantasy. I chose a Share silicon double dildo, so that I would be directly stimulated. The Share came in a light rose color that was roughly my skin tone. As much as possible, I wanted this dildo to look like "my" cock. On the advice of people on the message boards, I knew that although the double dildo would give me a lot of pleasure, it needed more support, especially during vigorous thrusting, so I also ordered a harness.
In the meantime, I imagined what having a cock might look like. Just for curiosity, I rolled up a sock and stuffed it into my panties. Looking in the mirror was surreal. Is a man's package really that big? In truth, the sock made for a pretty modest endowment, but I was shocked at how far it distending my figure. Let me be clear: I don't want to be a man. I like being a woman. I like clothes, shopping, and shoes. In almost all aspects of my life, I may even be girly. So why is it incongruous for a feminine woman to want to spread her man's legs, grab his hips, thrust into him, and hear him moan in pleasure? Is it only because a woman isn't born with the right equipment? Biology shouldn't be our destiny. I didn't want to be someone else's sex object anymore. Looking at myself in the mirror, the bulge in my underwear made this desire clear.
A few days later, the Share arrived. I scarcely drew a full breath as I opened the box. There it was: pink, almost my flesh tone; a shorter "pony" bulb for me; and long, firm cock for some new beau's butt. I put the shaft through the cock ring of the harness, slid the harness up my legs, closed my eyes, and spent a minute slowly penetrating myself with the bulb. I was already wet. Once it was in, I adjusted my harness until it was snug, stepped in front of the mirror, and opened my eyes. I nearly fainted. Given the similar skin tones, it almost looked like a real penis coming out of the harness. A woman looks in the mirror every day and sees a smooth, curvaceous body. Now there was a pointy, meaty finger poking jauntily out of my crotch. It looked so powerful, lust embodied. I touched it. Just a tentative tap at first, but even with that light touch, I felt some vibrations. I tried stroking it several different ways until I found that a firm grip and a lot of in and out transmitted vibrations right to my clit. Watching in the mirror, it really looked like the technique a man uses to jack off. I came. Hard.
I jacked off with the dildo every night for a week. What turned me on the most was a mental picture of a man's face in the moment that I penetrate him. Even when I had been on top, even when I had pinned him down, I wasn't really fucking him. It was still my body that was entered. My antics were really a distraction, an attempt to forget that he was inside my body, that I was the one being fucked. Now I can have what I have always wanted: to be the fucker. I want to know that he is completely vulnerable to me, opening up his body to me. I want to make him moan at every one of my loving thrusts, rapturous gratitude on his face.
The next week, I decided to go out looking for my new beau. I planned every detail. I might normally go out with my girlfriends, but they would slow me down tonight. Likewise, I needed to find a man who was alone; if he were with friends, then my attempt to pick him up would probably seem desperate. But I didn't want someone who was out on his own trying to pick up women, either - some douche-bag flying solo, looking to score. I needed to find a regular guy, just hanging out by himself. An airport bar might have done nicely, if there were a way to seal the deal, so I settled on a pool hall. Guys go there to relax, not to meet women. How many single women have you ever met at a pool hall?
I dressed casually: jeans and a nice blouse. No reason to attract too much undue attention. When I got to the pool hall, I ordered myself a bourbon sour and sat at the bar. As I sipped my drink, I looked over the pickings: two frat boys playing at the back table, the coed threesome on the left table, an old man at the bar watching the baseball game on TV, and a well-muscled man chatting up the hot bartender. I might have just finished my drink and left, but a good-looking guy walked in and asked for a table. He had sandy blond air, a lean and trim body, and a cute face, but I wanted to watch him for a few minutes to see if he was alone. I ordered another drink and tried to act like I was into baseball while I peeked at him. Ten minutes later, he was still alone. I decided to make my move. I needed to play it cool. No guy is going to say no to sex, but guys are skittish that any girl hitting on them is emotionally needy and acts as if she's looking for a serious boyfriend. There was a real risk of striking out. I strolled up to him and casually said:
"Are you playing alone?"
He looked up at me, and then flashed a quick smile. He had brown hair and soft green eyes, and there was something gentle about his face. "Yeah, I guess. I was meeting a friend here, but he just called to say he was bailing. Traffic." He paused.
"Well, I'd like to play you, if you wouldn't mind."
Another smile. "Baseball not doing it for you?"
"No, not really my game. Well, shall we?" I asked. "I'm Megan."
"Steve." He racked the balls. As we played, I found out a little about him. Steve was a graduate student in computer science. "Theoretical work only; nothing practical about it at all," he joked. He was a year younger than me, and he had also recently ended a serious relationship. "I chose this graduate program to stay with her, but it just wasn't working out." He was kind and gentle - maybe a little too passive for a man. And he had been the opposite of a flirt.
I asked him, "Why would your girlfriend leave someone as nice as you? You're such a sweetheart." It was risky. I might have scared him off with that prying question - looking like a would-be high-maintenance girlfriend - but he responded. She had wanted someone tougher. Now I was certain: I knew he would let me drill his ass. I was ready to test that. Tonight. I sank the eight ball, and another game was over. It was nice to go out on at least one win. "Well, I guess I should be going," I said facetiously.
"Umm, yeah." He looked at his watch. It wasn't really late. "Well, I might stay a few. My bus leaves in 25 minutes."
Excellent, luck was on my side! "I can give you a lift home now, if you like." He looked at me, sizing up the situation. I waited for the longest five seconds of my life, my heart in my throat. Then he said, "Yeah, that'd be great." A wave of relief washed over me, and in retrospect, I was being silly. What man would turn down a ride from a beautiful woman? We got in my car, and I drove to his place. I pulled up along the curb and parked.
"Well, thanks for the ride," he said.
"You're welcome," and then I leaned over and kissed him. It was a long kiss. I found myself imaging his ass cheeks spread wide open for me, and I realized I had my hand behind his head, pulling him in hard for the kiss. He wasn't resisting, though. I broke the kiss.
He sucked in his breath. "Megan, I like you, but I just had a bad break-up, and I'm not sure I'm ready for another relationship yet."
"I'm not looking for a relationship, Steve. I want to have sex tonight, with you. No strings attached." I paused. He seemed shocked. "Think of me as a rebound screw."
After a moment, he said, "That sounds nice." I gave him a quick kiss, and we got out of the car. I grabbed my purse with my harness and strap-on, and we went inside.
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My girlfriend had just broken up with me, saying I was a pussy in bed. I always tried to take care of her needs, and her remarks cut. My friend Doug said we should shoot some pool and drown my woes. Of course, he was a shit and got stuck in traffic. That's how I met Megan.
Her black hair was cut short, almost a boy's style. She had nice B-cup breasts and a great body. She was sitting alone watching baseball, so I figured that she was a lesbian. I was surprised when she came up to talk and flirt with me, shocked when she offered me a ride home, and floored when she said she wanted to have sex. I didn't know what to think. Was she really looking for a boyfriend? Then I realized, Who cares? I was lonely, and being with someone tonight would be comforting.
As soon as we were in the door of my apartment, she was kissing me. I'm a soft and slow kisser, but she was aggressive. I didn't mind. In another minute, she was pushing me down onto the couch. Before I knew it, she had my shirt off and was licking my nipples. No girl had done that to me before. It was surprisingly pleasurable. "Oh," I gasped.
She smiled at me. "Feels good, doesn't it, baby?"
"I never knew it did."
"I think you'll make a lot of discoveries like that tonight," she said. "Let's get these pants off of you," she purred. I kicked off my shoes and got my butt up off the couch, and she pulled my pants and underwear down in one swift motion. She kneeled between my legs and started sucking my hard cock. She licked up one side of my shaft and down the other. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking a mouthful. Her hand clamped on my shaft and pumped back and forth. Her tongue moved to my balls, and she gave some playful licks. Soon, her tongue was behind my balls, roaming up and down my taint. Before I knew it, she was licking my asshole.
"Whoa, Megan, I - "
"Relax, baby," she said, pausing. "Do you like it?"
"I mean, yeah, but..." but before I could complete my thought, she was slurping at my back door again with gusto, pumping my cock with her fist. I had never been rimmed before. Damn, it felt good. She alternated between long licks from ass to balls and back again and a gentle, insistent probing of my asshole. I was more sensitive down there than I had realized.
"Slide forward," she told me. I slid down the couch. "Are you enjoying?" I responded with a sigh of pleasure. She rewarded me with reinvigorated rimming. I closed my eyes and drank in the wonderful sensations. Damn, this girl was a slut! Two minutes later, she was sucking my cock again. Her hand moved to rubbing my taint. It was sopping wet and slippery. Her fingers were running up and down my crack. And then her middle finger stopped, right on my asshole, and she started to push. I was startled from my reverie.
"Megan, what are you doing?"
"I want to finger you, Steve."
"What?!"
"I want to put my finger up your asshole," she said as she stared at me lustfully. "Trust me. It's going to feel great." Before I could answer, she pushed her finger in. "See how relaxed you are?" Then she pushed her finger in past the second knuckle.
"Oh my!"
She leered at me. She went back to sucking my cock, timing her sucking to match the stroking inside me with her finger. At first, I was scared stiff. But it felt fantastic, like nothing I'd experienced. I lost myself in the pleasure.
"Here, move your legs up. Give me more access," she said, pushing my knee back into the couch. I complied and lifted my feet off the floor. I tried to rest my feet on the couch, but she grunted, "No, farther," and I moved my knees until they were nearly even with my chest. My feet were dangling in the air. She got up off her knees to kiss me. She was pressing her body down into mine. I could feel her weight pushing down on me, light though she was. I ran my hands through her short, dark hair. Her hand snaked up my thigh, and I grunted in anticipation. She stuck two fingers in me and thrust them in and out. She wasn't even touching my dick, but the sensations were amazing. I felt like I might come eventually just from the fingering. Then she stopped. I opened my eyes, to see her staring at me with a wicked smile on her face, fingers still in me.
"I want to fuck you, Steve."
"God damn, I want to fuck you, too. Let's get in bed."
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I want to fuck you." As she spoke, she wiggled her fingers for emphasis. "I want to put on my strap-on dildo, and fuck you up your ass." She let the words just hang there. They snapped me awake from the dizzying sexual feelings instantly. Instantly, everything had flipped 180 degrees. I realized I was lying down, legs spread and feet up in the air, with fingers up my ass. She wasn't a slut. I realized she had intended this all along to work me towards this moment. I was to be the slut. I felt vulnerable and exposed and shocked, and her lascivious face was too close to mine.
"I can't," I said lamely.
"Yes, you can. You already are. Or doesn't this feel good?" She waggled her fingers again.
"I guess, yeah."
"You'll have the best orgasm you've ever had." Based on what I'd already felt, that might well be true.
"I don't know..."
"Trust me, please." Her expression had softened. I relaxed a little. This wasn't some getting-even-with-all-men thing. I mean, this was still fucking bizarre, and I had only known her for a few hours, but for some reason I did trust her. I felt my resolve melt a little. Somewhere, in the far back of my mind, I heard my ex-girlfriend saying that I wasn't much of a man, anyway. I thought, Fuck you, maybe someone likes me just how I am.
"Alright," I said softly.
She broke out in a huge grin. "You won't regret it, baby. I'm going to make you cum so hard. I'll be right back." She grabbed her purse and skipped down the hallway to the bathroom. The light flickered on, and the door closed. I sat up on the couch, smearing my wet bottom all over the leather. It felt so strange. What the hell was I about to do? I was more nervous than I'd ever been before sex. Even my first time, I was nervous, but not like this. I heard the bathroom door close, and I looked up. She stood at the door to the room, almost totally naked. I saw her beautiful breasts for the first time. My eyes hesitantly roamed lower. The harness looked like leather panties. There, like a lighthouse on an island, was her dildo. It looked like a real dick. I was terrified but I couldn't look away.
"Megan, you're beautiful."
"You're pretty damn hot, too." She walked over and sat next to me. The dildo pointed up out of her crotch. I stared at it. Up close, I could tell it was a dildo, although it had a realistic shape. It looked huge. "Do you like it?" she asked, giving it a playful stroke.
"Can you feel anything?"
"Not directly, no. But there's a second dildo inside that rubs me just fine when I move. Speaking of moves..." She leaned over and kissed me deeply. I realized that I didn't need to take any initiative tonight. Her hand was pinching my nipple. Soon, she was pushing me over, and I put my head on the armrest. "Baby, this is only going to work if you spread your legs." I complied, and she nestled tighter on top of me. Her hand was instantly at my asshole, fingering me again. I moaned in surprise. "Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you enjoy it." She reached down to her purse for lube and started to lube up her dildo.
Oh, what was I about to do? "Put your legs up." I lifted them again. I felt the head of the dildo at my back door. "Relax, baby. This will only sting for a second." And with that, she gave a good push, and it popped in. It did hurt, and I winced. "Relax. Breathe. Just let your body get used to it." I tried to think about anything besides the fact that a dildo was going up my ass. In a few moments, it did stop smarting. All that was left was a pleasant feeling of fullness. "Are you ready for more?" I nodded, and she slid more in. It felt like I couldn't possible take any more, but it kept going. Then I felt her crotch grind against my butt.
"That's it. You've taken the whole thing." I felt a little proud, and I smiled. "Now," she said, "I'm going to pound your ass. I'm going to fuck you senseless." With that, she gave a big, slow thrust. I gasped.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Oh, fuck, I had no idea," I said breathlessly. She kept up a steady rhythm. Each stroke sparked a shower of sensations in my body.
"Wrap your legs around my back." I did. "Does that feel any different?"
"Not really."
"How about this?" She changed her angle.
"Oh my god." It made my eyes roll back; it felt so good.
"Oh yeah?" She picked up the pace. Her strokes were faster and harder. I was delirious. I was moaning. I started bucking my hips up to match her thrusts. I wanted to feel the dildo as deeply as possible. I could feel her dildo deep inside me, opening me up. I put my hands on her butt.
"Fuck, fuck. Megan. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me harder, Megan." She speeded up, pounding away at me. I was so close. I arched my back and pulled her even deeper into me with my legs. She slowed down, teasing me, until one long, perfectly timed slow stroke pushed me over the edge. "Oh, damn, I'm coming." I felt my asshole contract on her dildo, and I spurted all over my chest. I nearly blacked out. It was the best orgasm of my life. Thirty seconds later, I was still coming down. My legs were trembling. "Oh, damn, I'm sorry," I said.
"For what?"
"For coming so quickly. You didn't come yet, did you?"
"No," she said, and then she smiled. "We're not done yet. On your hands and knees." I could get used to this.
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Shrinking Him (by Chelgi)
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Posted:Aug 26, 2022 9:03 pm
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I shouldn't have watched that romantic movie on the late night show, but I had, and now, God, was I horny. My hand was rubbing my hungry pussy almost by itself, fingers stroking and probing. The more I played the hornier I got. Finally I could stand it no longer, I slipped out of bed and went into Scott's room. Opening the dresser drawer, I reached into the back and pulled out the box with the shrinker in it. I checked the charge and slipped it into my purse.
Outside the Crossed Swords lounge, I waited until a good looking young man came out alone. There was only one other couple in the parking lot, and they were too engrossed with each other to notice anything. I walked toward the door like I was going into the lounge. When we were almost together, I smiled at him. He stopped and started to say something, then he saw the shrinker, and seemed to think it was a gun. His shouted "NO..!" was cut off with the quiet buzz of the shrinker, and trailed off into a quiet little squeek, as with a slight whump, he dissappeared and there was a six inch doll standing at my feet.
My feet dwarfed him completely, they were almost twice as long as he was tall. I took a short step and he was standing nearly between my feet, a tiny little man no bigger than a 's toy. Frozen in shock he was slowly looking from the chest high heel of one immense shoe, to the open toe of my other. Reaching down I grabbed him with one hand, my fingers wrapping completely around his tiny little body. His voice was a high pitched squeeking as he screamed and fought helplessly as I snatched him from the ground effortlessly, my one hand completely engulfing his entire body. All the while he was screaming in his tiny little mouse voice, "No... no... no!"
"Sorry, but I need you."
Completely helpless, he was begging me to let him go as I lifted him like a 's toy. I took him by one leg and let him dangle upside down as I lowered him into my purse. I pinched his little legs between my fingers, folded them into the purse and then very carefully closed and latched it over his tiny trapped body.
A few minutes later at my apartment, I went quickly into the bedroom. The poor helpless little man was still cringing in fright when I opened the purse. I walked over to the bed with that tiny little man huddled in the purse shaking and sobbing in terror. I plucked him out and dropped him casually onto the bed. He lay there in the middle of that big bed staring up at me in shock. I grinned down at him, and began undressing, leaving him lying on the bed as I stripped. In moments I was standing there with only my panties on looking down at his huddled terrified little body.
"Poor little man. Are you afraid of me?" I laughed as he screamed and begged me to let him go. I reached down and caught him around the waist between my thumb and forefinger. He screamed and squirmed as I lifted up level with my face. "Now, quit that. I'm going to enjoy myself... Playing with you!" and I laughed at his pathetic terror.
Laying him in the palm of my hand, I very carefully pinched his shirt between my fingernails and ripped it off him, grinning and giggling at how easily it tore in my fingers. He was screaming constantly as I plucked his clothing from him like I was undressing a tiny childs doll. I slipped the long red nail of my forefinger into the front of his pants and pulled them down. It was like they were wet tissue paper, I couldn't even feel any resistance as I stripped them off his little body, ripping them to shreds in the process. His shoes came off with a flick of the same nail, and in moments he was lying stark naked in the palm of my hand.
I reached out with the tip of my finger to caress his tiny little body, and he kicked at my fingers, with a leg no bigger than my finger. I laughed and caught the leg between my fingers. Placing my thumb across his chest to hold him down I pulled the leg straight. He writhed and screamed, jerking the imprisoned leg and twisting his body as he tried uslessly to free it from my fingers. I laughed at him, I could barely feel his terrified struggles. I could have ripped his leg off with a twitch of my fingers.
I grinned at him and said, "LITTLE MAN, I'D BE A LITTLE MORE CAREFUL OF WHAT I DID, IF I WERE YOU. A BIG GIRL LIKE ME MIGHT NOT TAKE TOO WELL TO BEING KICKED." and I laughed and pulled his leg slightly. "YEAH, I THINK THAT LITTLE LEG WOULD COME RIGHT OFF WITHOUT MUCH EFFORT IF I PULLED ON IT. WOULDN'T IT NOW?" and I pulled ever so gently while I held him against my palm with my thumb across his chest pinning him to my palm. His terrified little shriek sent shivers through me, and I felt my crotch getting damp as I realized how totally I controlled him.
A great feeling of power raced through me as I thought about what I could do with him. There wasn't anything I couldn't do with him. He was completely helpless, I could play with him like a toy, or rip him apart with my fingers. I thrilled with the thought of such power over a man. Why I could squash him like a bug by just squeezing my fingers together on his tiny little body. But I didn't want to hurt him, I wanted to play with him. He was a nice warm squirmy little toy, and I knew how I wanted to play with him, and play with him for a long time. I let go of his leg and extended my forefinger stroking and caressing his naked little body. His tiny little body was soft as silk under my fingers as I stroked and caressed him.
"LITTLE MAN, I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU THIS TIME, BUT DON'T PUSH YOUR LUCK, REMEMBER, I'M YOUR MASTER.... YOUR GODDESS! I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT TO WITH YOUR LITTLE BODY. IF I WANT TO PLAY, I CAN PLAY WITH YOU TILL I TIRE OF PLAYING WITH YOU. IF I WANT TO DROP YOU TO THE FLOOR AND STEP ON YOU, THERE ISN'T ANYTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME; IS THERE? SO IF I WERE YOU, I'D BE VERY CAREFULL HOW I ACTED TOWARD MY GODDESS!" and I laughed down at him. "MY GOODNESS, KICKING AT ME, LIKE YOU DIDN'T LOVE ME, AND WORSHIP ME. YOU WON'T DO THAT AGAIN, NOW WILLL YOU?"
"No! Please... I won't, please.... don't hurt me... please..." His squeeky little voice was begging me "I won't do anything like that again, I promise.... please... please.... let me go, please..."
Knowing that from where I held him it looked to him like fifty feet to the floor, but I also knew that no matter what it looked like to him it was still only about five feet, and no matter what it seemed like to him, gravity still worked at only 32 feet per second per second. That meant that he wouldn't fall any faster than anything else from five feet, and his body was so small and light he'd have almost no inertia when he hit. It wouldn't hurt him a bit, but would terrify him no end. I dropped him to the floor and grinned while he screamed in terror as he fell. He hit the rug, bounced and looked up at me in amazed terror, amazed that he hadn't been killed by the fall, and terrified of me. I knew that to him I looked like a towering fifty foot giantess, a gigantic statue come to life. I looked at him lying there, a pathetic helpless little man, completely at my mercy.
I began taking off my panties, laughing at his tiny form as he cringed down. I stood naked over him, exhibiting my body to him, sensuously caressing my nude body with my hands. He lay on the rug and stared up at me in helpless shock. Slowly I bent over and reached down to him. My hand engulfed his entire body, and I picked him up from the floor like he was no more than a tiny toy soldier some had dropped. He weighed nothing. He was so tiny I could barely feel any weight in my hand as I lifted him up before my face. His voice was like a little mouse squeeking as he screamed, "Put me down, please... you're hurting me..!"
Holding him gently in the palm of one hand I once again caressed and fondled him as I examined his tiny body. He was so tiny and helpless there was nothing he could do. It was fun, he was a cute little doll, complete in every detail. I poked and probed his tiny doll's body with fingers as large as his legs. In a few minutes he was sobbing, all curled up in horrified terror in the palm of my hand. I reached out my index finger and slipped it between his tiny little legs. His legs spread apart effortlessly, as as my finger probed into his crotch. I played with his tiny shrunken little prick.
MMmmm... his warm naked little body did something to me, he was just the right size; maybe a tad small, but he felt wonderful, nice warm and solid wiggly little six inches tall and an inch in diameter. I very carefull squeezed my hand around him, sort of measuring his body. As I squeezed, he screamed and cried, but he felt nice and firm and just like what I wanted. Opening my hand I spoke softly to him.
"I'm horny; and I'm going to take you and use you for a sex toy, I'm gonna' take you and simply ram your cute little body up inside my nice big horny cunt. Doesn't that sound like fun...?"
"NO....!" he screamed, "Please, no..! Don't....!" He begged in that squeeky little voice. His screams and cries were turning me on more than he could have imagined. "You'll kill me! You'll crush me...! Don't... please don't! Don't do that to me, I'll drown in there.... you'll squash me in those huge muscles of yours.... please, don't.... Please...." his tinny little voice trailed off into sobbing cries.
"Little man, I know exactly how big you are, and what I'm going to do to your precious little body. Look at yourself, how tall are you? Six inches? How big around are you? An inch? Ooohhoooo... yessss... just right!" I circled his body with my fingers and tenderly squeezed sliding my fingers up and down along his body. "Little man, you're just a nice warm, wiggly little toy for my cunt to play with. MMmmm, yesss... my little sex toy...!"
He screamed and thrashed helplessly in my hand. "No...! please... I don't want to die.... please.... please... please! You'll crush me... please no...!"
I laughed at his helpless terror, it thrilled me, my pussy was wet and yearning for that little body. Pinching him between my fingers I lifted him to my lips and engulfed his entire upper body in a hot wet kiss. Sensuously I caressed his body with my tongue, nibbling at his soft silkly little body with my lips, and probing his tiny body at will. My tongue speared between his legs, thrusting them apart as nothing, covering him with my hot saliva. Wiggling my tongue in his crotch I could barely feel his tiny little prick. I opened my mouth engulfing half his body sucking on him until he was nearly swallowed.
As I gently sucked I very carefully licked that soft, tiny, little, prick with the tip of my tongue. Even in his terrified condition, the soft warm suction of my lips, and the warm caressing of my tongue worked its magic, bringing his tiny prick to life. Men are such simple little things, I can control them so easily. They have no control over their own bodies; their reactions are automatic. I lick a man's prick and it swells up and gets hard, a little longer and he squirms and writhes, bucking and heaving as he cums uncontrollably.
As I licked this poor helpless little man's prick I could feel it rise and harden as I licked and sucked. When it was as big and hard as it was going to get, and he was squirming and wriggling helplessly in my hand, I lifted him away from my lips and looked on that tiny little probe as it stood out from his doll like body, hard and firm. He was writhing and squirming pathetically, like a little mouse in my hand. As I looked at his wriggling little body he grabbed his tiny little prick with his hands and I watched, fascinated as he jerked his hand back and forth, heaved his hips into the air and squirted, what for him must have been a tremendous load of cum onto my thumb. A tiny little drop of white cream on my thumb.
I laughed at his helpless little body squirming in my hand, and lifting him to my lips once again, licked every bit of his massive load of cum off my thumb with a single swipe of my tongue. Placing him down between my legs, I spread my legs opening myself to him. I was hot and ready for fucking. I knew that he could see the hot moisture soaking my crotch, and my cavernous pussy gaping open big enough to swallow his entire body, right there in front of him. He screamed and struggled in my fingers, and I knew that he knew what was about to happen to him. Squirming and fighting as futilely as a little mouse in my hand, he again started screaming, "No... No...! Please... You'll kill me... You'll crush me... Don't.... please don't! Don't do that to me. I'll drown in there... you'll squash me completely in those giant muscles.... please... don't...!"
I laughed at his helpless little struggles, and began caressing my body with his. Holding him gently in my fingers I rubbed his tiny soft little body over my bare skin. He screamed and cried, but he was nice and warm and firm, and the silken softnesss of his bare skin sliding over mine really turned me on. Holding him easily in the fingers of one hand I squeezed him against the hot tender flesh of my pussy. Rubbing him on my vulva and pushing him against my pussy, I played with him like he was nothing more than a toy, with one finger I squashed his head down between my labia and rubbed his face on my clit. His high pitched little screams cut off as his head slid down between those nice soft folds of soft wet flesh. Yummmm.... he felt so warm and wriggly. I loved it.
I played with his little body. Let him out a bit and his squeeky little screams drifted up to me, push him back in and they cut off completely. Out, scream.... back in, silence... He was fun to play with. In silence... out tiny little screams... I was having so much fun with his little body I was ready to explode just playing with him. I rubbed his face against my hot wet pussy-flesh playing with him until I could stand it no longer. I adjusted his head to my vagina and simply rammed him headfirst into that hot hungry hole. I swallowed him easily, with one quick thrust I buried him to his knees in my big horny cunt, the hot wetness of my soft tender flesh squashing him in the elastic squeeze of my cunt.
OOhhooouu.... what a fantastic feeling, he filled me up with his wriggling squirming little body. Warm and hard, and wiggling like mad up inside me. OOhooo... it felt soooo... gooood... Mmmmm..... SSooooo.... goooood....
God! I had never felt anything so wonderful, like a big hard prick only they don't wriggle like that. In minutes I was wriggling and squirming as hard as he was, moaning and writhing all over the bed in absolute ecstasyas I rammed him in and out of my hot horny cunt. I wanted his squirming wriggling little body, and I was having it in the best possible way. My cunt swallowed him easily, the hot, slippery juice of my pussy covering his tiny body from head to toe as I rolled him about in my cunt. Holding his thighs between my thumb and index finger I used him in my hungry wet cunt like an erotic toy. I rammed him through the labia, through the squishy wet flesh and deep into the sensitive depths of my vagina.
I could feel him, deep inside me wiggling and squirming fantastically. I squeezed with my inner muscles squashing him and holding him in a crushing grip. Sloshing him about in myself like a phallic toy I used him in my hungry as I wanted. In and out, up and down, rubbing him through the immense slit and into my horny cunt, sucking at his entire body with my hot wet cunt. When I would pull his helpless little body out of hungry cunt, I could hear his tiny voice screaming for mercy, but it wasn't mercy he was going to get from me, it was a good healty fucking he was going to get. I wanted that soft firm little body in my cunt, and I was going to use his entire body to satisfy my carnal lust. Again and again I gave him one powerful squeeze after another with my big strong inner muscles; only the deep softness of my inner flesh kept him from being crushed completely. For hours I used his squirming writhing little body to satisfy myself.
When I came it was the best I had ever had, I screamed and cried, heaving and rolling back and forth as I came again and again, with spasm after spasm of writhing crushing squeezes on his little body, while I pumped him in and out like mad. I lost count of the number of times I came, and afterwards I lay moaning and moving him slowly about in the inner depths of my body. I could still feel him wiggling as I lay there enjoying the sensuous after glow of those titanic orgasms. He felt so good in me, squirming about inside me, so warm and wiggly.
MMmmm... damn he felt good, ohhooo... sooo... goood...!
I decided to leave him there inside my pussy for the entire night. Who knows, I might get horny again before the night was out, and this way we'd both be ready on an instants notice.
"Good night, little man." and I petted my pussy with him deep inside, completely swallowed up in my vagina.
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The Bookshop [by Andy Singh]
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Posted:Jun 15, 2022 7:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 5:39 pm 4491 Views
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Exams were finally over, but I knew that I would have to get a job over the summer to pay for next year's college fees. The situation was starting to look desperate. The rent was due and I had no idea where I would get the money from. My options were limited, so I was happy to accept pretty much anything.
After spending all morning searching for jobs online, my head was starting to hurt and I couldn't face filling in any more forms. I headed to the park to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.
On my way home I noticed a small bookshop and decided to wander in. It was a little out of the way, so I was not surprised to see that it wasn't busy. I milled around browsing the shelves for a while, even though I knew that I couldn't afford to buy anything. I am a bit of a bookworm, so I just liked to explore the shop.
I was about to leave when I spotted a small hand written sign near the counter that said 'Help Wanted'. This would be an ideal place for someone like me, as I love reading. How hard could it be to sell books?
The lady behind the counter looked a few years older than me, probably around twenty-five, maybe a little older. It's hard to tell these days. She had dark brown hair tied back in a pony tail, with a few strands loose and hanging down her face. She was slightly shorter than me and looked slim and toned. Her summer dress exposed a hint of a lacy black bra containing her small but perky breasts.
"Hi," I said as I approached the desk.
"Oh, Hello," she replied, looking up from the book that she was engrossed in. "Sorry, I was miles away. How can I help you?" I was greeted with a friendly smile, which made me realise how pretty she was. She had a very natural look, which didn't require a lot of makeup.
"erm... I was wondering... I mean..." I was a little flustered, so I quickly pointed at the sign. I was never great at talking to hot girls - I usually become a nervous reck.
"Would you like to apply for the position?"
"Yes... if it is still available?"
"You're in luck! We put the sign up today, but have not had any applicants yet. Mike has just left us to go to another job, which just leaves me and the weekend staff."
She asked about my previous experience and I explained that although I didn't have any, I was very keen and maybe a little desperate given the state of my finances.
"My mother owns the bookshop, but trusts me to make any decisions," she said. "I guess that I'm in charge now that my brother Mike has left. Not that there are many other staff members to manage yet."
"I love books, I'm a hard worker and follow instructions well," I promised. "You won't regret it if you hire me."
"We get a lot of University students coming in with their reading lists. It's getting harder to answer their questions, as they are quite specific. I could really use someone who understands the academic textbooks. Can you handle that?"
"Absolutely! I have lots of friends on different courses and we are always discussing the reading material."
She looked me up and down with her piercing blue eyes. It was making me a little nervous and I could feel myself starting to turn red.
"OK," she finally said. "I'll give you a trial. When can you start?"
"I can start right now!" I blurted out, eager to accept her offer before she changed her mind.
"Slow down," she laughed. "Why don't you start tomorrow morning?"
"Yes! Whatever you say. The sooner the better," I grinned.
"My name is Elle"
"I'm Andy," I said, shaking her hand. "Thanks... thank you... so much. You don't know how much this means to me"
"I will see you in the morning at 8am," Elle beamed. "Don't be late."
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I was waiting outside the shop at 7:45am with coffees in hand, waiting for Elle to turn up on my first day.
"You're early," I hear as I spin around to see her approaching with the keys.
"Just trying to impress the boss on my first day," I say, offering her a cup of coffee.
"I like it. keep it up!" she grinned as we enter the shop turning the lights on.
Following Elle into the store allowed me to have a full view of her now that she was not hidden behind the counter. I was mesmerised by the swaying of her perfectly toned ass while she walked in front of me. She was wearing a soft material dress which really hugged her form, pulling tight to reveal her lovely pert ass cheeks, which were eating a small fold of the dress as she walked.
After leaving our things in the small staff locker area at the back of the store, Elle proceeded to show me around and explain the basic duties that the role required. It didn't sound that difficult It was a small shop, but it had high bookshelves with books lined all of the way up to the top.
"You can start by cleaning the checkout counter, I didn't have time to do it last night. You'll find everything that you need in the cupboards at the back of the store."
"No problem," I replied. I didn't realise that cleaning duties were included with the role, but I was eager to pass my trial, so didn't argue.
The counter was at the back of the store, in the corner. It was probably six feet across, but only a couple of feet from the back wall, which seemed to be just enough space to comfortably use the till and serve customers. The counter top was quite wide, so it looked like there was some extra room to store things underneath it, out of site.
I started by wiping the area down using the polish that I found, carefully cleaning the computerised till while trying not to damage it. Then, after dragging the stool out from behind the desk, I swept the floor clean paying meticulous attention to all of the corners. Once done, I stood back and admired my work.
Something seemed wrong though. The till was now showing a "Network Failure" error message. My heart sank. I pressed a few buttons. No luck.
I followed the cables to see if I switched something off by accident and saw that one of the cables had been pulled out of the socket in the floor. I knelt down and sure enough once I pushed it back in, the till came back to life.
Phew!
To my horror, when I let go of the cable it sprung back out slightly and I saw the same error message re-appear on the till. Why wasn't it stying in? I started to panic as I realised that I must have broken the clip on the plug when I dragged the stool out.
"Everything OK down there?"
I jumped out of my skin as I realised that Elle was now standing behind me watching me try to jam the cable back in to the socket. " erm... do you have any tape?" I grimaced.
No matter what I did, I could not get the cable to stay in. No amount of tape could keep it in place. It looked like it was taped in place, but the same error message was taunting me from the screen on the till. I must have broken something somewhere. It only came back on when I firmly pushed it in and held the plug in place.
Elle was starting to get quite aggravated now. "What the hell are we going to do?! That's the only cash register and I can't afford to shut the store while we get this fixed"
"I think I have to hold it in here until someone can come and fix it," I meekly replied. I was red faced and ashamed that I had messed up after less than an hour of being here.
Elle was clearly trying to contain her annoyance. "Hopefully nobody sees you down here as it will be really embarrassing for the store and bad for business. So, just keep quiet while I serve the customers until we can get it fixed properly."
Customers entered the store and she left to go to greet them. I sat on the floor crossed legged facing the counter, although this blocked the space in front of the till. Elle would have to stand beside me and reach sideways across the counter to use the till.
Books in hand, I saw Elle return and move swiftly behind the counter before the customers had any ideas of peering over it. When she arrived I got my first close up view of her very shapely legs. I realised that she must hit the gym to get herself in such great condition. Not bulky, just well toned and sexy. I bet she never missed a yoga session.
I felt her warm thigh brush up against my cheek as she leant across me to ring up the sale on the till. The scent of her perfume floated down to me as I took a deep breath to drink it in. I could hear her polite tones above me, although she seemed a little flustered. The customer's voices became distant as they completed their purchases and left.
Elle's face appeared as she bent over, showing her clear irritation. "There has to be something else that we can do. It must look really suspicious that I am leaning across the counter to reach the till. Someone is going to get nosy and try to peer over the counter. I'm not sure how I will be able to explain that away. What would they think? it would just be too embarrassing."
I pushed my back against the wall, trying to leave a little more space between me and the till. "Sorry... that's the best that I can do."
Elle looked at me with an annoyed look that I was now starting to get used to. I shrugged and tried to look apologetic that I couldn't make any more space for her. It was enough space for her to lean across a little more naturally now when she needed to use the till, while still standing beside me. She tried this, but it was obvious from her muttering to herself that she still could not work the till and card machine easily while doing this.
Elle glared down at me from above with her icy blue eyes. I felt terrible, but I didn't know what else we could do.
She was now suddenly looking at me quizzically. "I'm going to try something. Just go with it and don't make it awkward. Open your legs."
I uncrossed my legs and before I could say anything she took a step in to the space that I had left between them and then turned to face the cash register.
I froze. Too stunned to move. I could not believe that her perfect ass was now just six inches in front of my face! I could make out the faint indent of her panty line as her soft dress clung to her tight backside. The exotic smell of her perfume now filled my world.
I instantly became hard and was afraid that it was going to brush up against her ankle through her strap shoes. Part of me wanted to stay here all day, but I also didn't want to be fired for being a pervert. I would never get another job again!
"I'm not sure how this is going to work..." I started saying
"Shhhh! Someone is coming," she barked down to me.
I remained silent and tried not to move. The last thing I wanted to do was to let anyone see me in this position. What would they think? It would be too hard to explain. Nobody would believe us.
I tried to look up at what Elle was doing, but it was hard to see past her staggering posterior that was now so close to my face. I could tell that she was still in a bit of an awkward position as she kept shuffling her feet and adjusting herself.
She was now only four inches from my face.
I heard more customers entering the store. I guessed that this must be the early morning rush. I looked up at Elle trying to use the card machine. I could see that she was feeling restricted as she now bent over a little, effectively pushing her midsection back slightly to give herself more space.
Two inches now separated her magnificent butt and my face.
My head was as far back as it could go against the wall. Heat was radiating from her rump, warming my already red face. The smell of her perfume was now joined by a slightly musky smell. I was not an unpleasant smell. I breathed it in deeply as I was falling in to a bit of a trance.
I turned my face upwards as I tried to look up at Elle. Surely she must have known how close her bottom was to my face now, but I guess that she was preoccupied with attending to the customers.
Then it happened. I heard the cash draw shoot open as she was ringing up a sale and she absentmindedly bounced backwards... on to my upturned face. Her ass landed on my mouth, which must have been a shock her, as I felt her body freeze and tense up. She raised herself up, taking her weight off of me. There was a long pause, while she was still in contact with me. Then to my shock she pushed herself slowly back further on to my face.
My nose was driving her dress firmly in to her ass crack and her soft pussy lips were pressing down on to my lips. The heavenly cheeks that were teasing me previously were now swallowing my face. Each breath that I took was now being filtered through her. I could not believe that I had this sex pot perching on my face.
I felt her weight slowly increase as she seemed to get used to the idea. Then Elle pulled her foot up and rested it on my chest to brace herself, which thankfully gave me a little more air. She was now leaning fully on me like I was her stool!
At some point Elle must have leant over the desk to reach something, bringing her foot back on the floor quickly to steady herself, but in doing so she accidentally flicked my balls with the edge of her foot. I let out a slight yelp and could instantly feel her push her butt down harder on to my face to stifle my cries. This had the affect of cutting off my air supply and I tried to stay deadly still. I was praying that nobody heard me and more importantly that Elle realised that I would need to breathe again soon. Shortly after, she brought her foot back up and smacked me gently in the chest with her heel, which I took as a clear warning not to make any further noise.
We were probably in this position for ten minutes, but it could have been ten hours for all I knew as I had completely lost my sense of time. When the store was empty I felt her lift off of me and daylight appeared again. I was relieved that I could breathe normally again, but there was also a hint of disappointment that it was over. Now that the weight was gone, I felt the blood rushing to my face and I realised how dizzy I was feeling.
I saw Elle's face appear below the counter and I looked up at her in my dreamy state. I hated to admit it, but that was the most intimate that I had been with a girl for some time.
"Good job," she said as she patted my head. "Except for when you cried out. Do you want people to hear you? Also, don't get any funny ideas about us. This is purely about getting through the day without having to close the store."
That snapped me back in to business mode and realisation of the situation that I had gotten us in to.
"hmmmm," she pondered "It's still a little risky that someone could peer over the counter and catch a glimpse of you. It's unlikely that they can see you, but I have no idea what I would say if anyone actually does see you".
"I think I have a solution," Elle said taking a deep breath. "It's not ideal, but it will have to do for now. I'll be back in a minute." She squeezed her way out from in front of me and made her way swiftly to the back of the shop where the staff area was.
Before long I heard the hurried clicking of heels and Elle appeared beside me again. She had changed in to a long flowing dress, where the hem almost reached the floor.
"I have some clothes at the back so that I can change if I want to go out after work. It's just lucky that I had this dress back there."
I was looking at her strangely as I still didn't know where she was going with this.
Elle saw my confusion and said, "Listen, I can't risk anyone seeing you down there. So, I'm going to need to hide you under this dress."
"OK... " I said still confused. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "How do we do this?"
"You will have to move away from the wall a little so that my dress will fall behind your head. Try to lean back and put your arms back to support yourself - but keep hold of that cable! I will have to stand pretty close to you to allow the dress to flow over you."
I followed her instructions.
She raised the hem of her dress and I noticed that she had put stiletto boots on - I assume so that she could get a little more height. She pulled her dress to her waste and I got the first view of her lacy pink panties. The hem dug into her cheeks and the crotch was swallowed up by her breathtaking ass cheeks. My cock was pulsing just by the sight of this.
She straddled my body and backed up slowly until her bum was right in front of my face again. If I pushed my tongue out I could probably taste the forbidden fruit. She dropped the dress and was pulling it back and forth. I guess that she was trying to make it less obvious that someone was hiding underneath it. Her musky scent was now emanating from her and hitting my senses without the barrier of her dress. I breathed in deeply, getting drunk on her aroma.
It sounded like she was getting more and more frustrated. There was a pause and she announced to me in a matter of fact way, "It's no good. I'm going to have to mount your face."
I almost creamed my pants there and then. Was she serious? I couldn't tell
"Come on!" she said impatiently. "Shuffle forward more and face upwards, otherwise you are going to be too high for me."
Elle moved forward a little to allow me to get into position, then raised herself up on tiptoes. Edging backwards she swung her leg over my head and then slowly lowered her panty clad ass on to my face. The soft skin of her inner thighs enveloped my face and ears. I could feel her wiggling her ass on my face making herself comfortable.
My nose was forcing her panties in to to her asshole and her perfume was now definitely overpowered by her musky smells. I could feel her dampness on my lips as her pussy rested on my mouth. All of my breathing was now being filtered through the damp gusset of her panties.
"Are you OK down there?" I could just about hear her ask.
"mmmph," was all that I could reply with.
"We need to figure out a system so that you can communicate. Maybe try moving your head up and down, or side to side"
I tried this, but was only able to make small movements with my face trapped beneath her.
"That will have to do for now," she said as she admired her handy work. "Now stay quiet, we have customers coming," she whispered down to me.
I guess she must have been holding her weight a little at first, but I could now feel her relaxing and resting more weight on my face. My breathing was now restricted and I began to panic, not knowing if she understood my predicament.
To my relief, every now and then she would stand up fully, to allow me more air. This must have been when there were no customers in the store. However, then without warning she would fall back down on to my face (no longer easing her way down, she was now dropping down). A couple of times I was not expecting this and so made an oomph sound, which just made her dig her heel slightly in to my chest to remind me to keep quiet.
In the darkness under her dress all that I could see were her fleshy mounds dominating me. My face was soaked with a mixture of her sweat, pussy and ass juices, which would flow over my face and into my nose and mouth. I had to keep sucking and swallowing to get rid of it before I drowned in her fluids. It was clear that she must be enjoying this more than she was letting on.
After what seemed like forever in this heavenly prison I felt Elle peal herself off of my face and remove her dress from over my head. The light was blinding after being in the dark for so long, so I closed my eyes tight while they were getting used to the light again. The feel of the air on my face was so refreshing.
"I really need your input on some of these questions that the students are asking. I have thought of a way that we can try to communicate, without you having to speak. Moving your head is clearly not working with me... erm... on top of you."
Elle let this sink in for a minute, before adding, "I can see that you are enjoying yourself down there, judging by that tent in your trousers, but just remember that this is still strictly business. A means to an end."
You're a fine one to talk about enjoying yourself I thought, judging by the amount of pussy juice that I am swallowing.
As if reading my thoughts Elle replied, "Oh dear, your face is a bit of a mess, here let me help." She started to wipe my face with a damp cloth.
"What is your plan for communicating?" I asked. I slowly opened my eyes to see that the cloth was pink.
Was she wiping my face with her panties? Why had she taken her panties off? Her striking blue eyes were looking down on me and could see her lips curling up slightly at the edges, betraying her true feelings for this "strictly business" scenario.
"Here's the plan: If you hear a student ask a 'yes ' or 'no' question, or if I pretend to ponder a yes/no question out loud, then Instead of you replying with words... you can answer with your mouth in a different way."
I was sure that I was imagining things now, as there was no way that she was suggesting what I thought she was.
Elle balled her panties up and put them in to her bag. She then stood in front of me once more, flicking her dress back over my head. I was now facing her astounding bare ass cheeks which had been keeping me imprisoned all morning.
"Maybe we can try two licks for 'yes' and one lick for 'no'. I'll try to stay standing, so that you are able to get your tongue moving.
Makes sense, I thought.
She now swung her leg over my face again, but was in a slightly different position now. Her asshole was directly over my mouth
"We're going to try this with my ass first. It's quite sensitive, so I should be able to feel your responses better. Let's see if this works," she said with a chuckle.
"Are you OK down there?" she asked.
I dutifully stuck my tongue out and licked her asshole twice. It was a little bitter, but did not taste as bad as I thought that it would. The sweat from her ass had been mixing with her other fluids on my face all morning anyway, so this didn't seem so bad.
"You're going to have to be a little firmer than that. I couldn't tell if that was one lick or two"
I jabbed my tongue up hard in to her rose bud twice, trying to force it in a little so that she could feel it.
"That's more like it. I feel like we are communicating better now." I was pretty sure that she must have had a triumphant grin on her face as she said this.
This was going to be a very long shift...
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Technically, he had agreed to this (by BestFriendsForever)
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Posted:Oct 31, 2021 11:50 am
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2022 7:18 am 3296 Views
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Candace was on the hunt. It had been weeks since she'd last gotten off properly. She'd had plenty of sex, but just plain vanilla stuff. It was okay, but it wasn't what she needed. She was wearing her blue dress, the one that barely covered her ass and showed just the right amount of sideboob. She felt the stares of the men in the club when she walked in alone. It felt good, powerful. She surveyed the room looking for the right target. A couple of men approached her and she made polite excuses for why she couldn't dance with them or join them for a drink. One guy looked so sweet, total boyfriend material, but she wasn't there looking for a soulmate. It took about a half hour before she spotted her target. The dude-bro in the tight jeans, the polo shirt with the brand name logo and the overly styled hair. She saw him strike out with two different girls, neither of them as hot as she looked that night and decided that he was the one. She walked over and she could tell he was checking her out.
"Hey stud, how about some anal sex tonight?" Candace said to the preppy frat boy at the bar. He practically spit out his beer before managing to regain his composure.
"I'm serious, it's been so long and I just need some anal. I'm Candace by the way."
"B...Blake" he finally stuttered out. Of course his name was Blake.
He gave her a once over look and decided not to question his good fortune. It wasn't everyday that a smoking hot blonde offered him anal.
"My place is only a block away" he suggested, struggling to hide his excitement and painfully obvious erection.
"Perfect." Candace replied. "Let me get us a quick round before we go"
Candace motioned to the bartender and ordered two shots of cheap tequila. She handed one to Blake and together they stumbled out into the street. Blake wasn't kidding. It took less than 5 minutes to get back to his place. Candace let him cop a feel of her tits as they made out in the elevator. She was so horny and just needed to stall a bit longer. He opened the door to his apartment. A one bedroom with a nice view of the city. Someone's parents did pretty well for themselves.
"Can I tell you something?" Blake slurred as they made their way to his bedroom. "I've never done anal before. I've seen it in porn, but I've never...done it...you know...with a girl."
"It's ok sweety." Candace whispered into his ear, giving it a quick nibble. "I'll be gentle."
She enjoyed the look of confusion on his face as it slowly changed to fear and then to unconsciousness as the GHB she had slipped in his shot finally took effect.
"About fucking time" She muttered. He was already on the bed, which made her job easier. She carefully undressed Blake, folding his clothes neatly in a pile on his dresser. She positioned some pillows beneath his stomach to get his ass in just the right position and then started to work on the restraints. She had handcuffs, rope, and a ball gag in her purse. It took almost half an hour to get him tied down to the point that she was confident he wouldn't be able to escape. With the ball gag securely in place, she knew that he would be able to scream just loud enough to really turn her on, but not to attract any unwanted attention.
She reached into her purse and pulled out her favorite strap on. 9 inches long and full inch thick, she saved "the punisher" for special occasions or times like tonight when it had been a while. Seeing Blake there, helpless with his (shaved, she noticed) ass in the hair made her feel that familiar warmth between her legs. She put a hand up her dress and slowly began to rub her pussy. She had plenty of time and she was going to enjoy this.
He came to a couple hours later. The GHB was still keeping his head a little fuzzy, but Candace could see him begin to understand the situation he was in. Tears started to well up in his eyes and he tried to say something through the ball gag.
"Good morning sweety. I promised you some anal sex, so let's get to it, shall we?"
She pulled down her panties and put the strap-on into position. She walked around to the front of the bed so that he could see the size of the dildo. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets and he began to yell. Or at least try to yell. The muffled sounds that escaped his mouth would have barely been audible in the next room, much less to any of the neighbors.
"I told you I would be gentle, and I'm a girl of my word. I'll use lots of lube, and I'll go slowly until you get used to it."
She grabbed the tube and squeezed a healthy sized glob into her hands. She jerked off her strap-on, covering it in lube before turning her attention to his waiting ass. She dripped another squirt of lube onto his crack and began rubbing it into his ass with her hands. She positioned herself behind him and gently nudged the strap-on against his tight rosebud. She could see him straining at the ropes with his legs but it was no use.
She grabbed him by the hips and pressed on his asshole until it began to open up.
"Good boy" she told him in a sweet voice as she caressed his shoulder, "You are doing so well."
He was trying to buck his hips away from her. The dildo was only barely inside his ass when during one of his attempts to get away, he jerked backwards, sending a full two inches inside of him. He let out a howl of pain and Candace giggled.
"It will go a lot easier if you don't fight it, sweety."
She gripped his body as firmly as her tiny hands could and slowly began thrusting the dildo into his ass. It took all of her strength, but she managed to force half of it in there.
"Oh, you like that slut. You need this up your ass." She yelled out, "You just love being my dirty , don't you?"
Blake was whimpering quietly into the gag, unable to say anything coherent. Candace started fucking him faster. She smacked his ass with her hand as hard as she could and enjoyed the little yip of pain he let out. This was exactly what she needed. Taking this cocky frat boy and fucking his ass so hard he wouldn't be able to sit the next day. Seeing this little rich helplessly cry as she pounded his virgin hole. Her pussy was on fire. The feeling of the dildo as it rubbed against her clit with each thrust. The pathetic screams he let out as she plunged ever deeper into him. She came and came hard. It was everything she had been missing since the last time she had taken a guy like this. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her. Her orgasm finally subsided and she looked down to see her strap-on buried to the hilt in Blake's ass. She reached over and grabbed her phone and took a picture of the glorious sight. That is how men belong, she thought to herself.
She suddenly noticed that sometime during all this, he had managed to get his cock hard. Men. So fucking simple. They are like machines: rub the right thing hard enough and you can make them cum 100% of the time.
"Cum for me slut." she ordered him as she began pounding away again. "Cum for me as I take your tight little asshole. I want you to know that you came like a little while I was fucking you in the ass."
He fought her for longer that she expected. Each thrust of her strap-on brought him that much closer to cumming against his will. It took almost an hour before he finally exploded, sending a load of cum onto the pillows and sheets. He was utterly broken. The relief from cumming mixed with the shame of knowing how it had happened.
"Next time, don't go to a club dressed like such a skank. Those tight jeans and that firm ass. What's a girl supposed to think? You're practically begging to get fucked. I'm not saying it was your fault, but you really should be more careful."
She stuck a needle into his ass cheek and he lost consciousness again. Candace untied the ropes and removed the gag. His arms and legs were covered in bruises from struggling against the ropes. Saliva was all over his face from screaming futilely into the gag. He looked so perfect to Candace. She put the bed sheets back as best she could and tucked his naked body in for the night. She crept out of his apartment quietly. It was the almost morning and she didn't want to attract attention to herself. She walked back to where she'd left her car outside the now empty club. It had been a good night, she thought, and technically, he had agreed to this.
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Careful What You ask (by Ruby Rider)
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Posted:Oct 29, 2021 5:05 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2022 12:55 pm 4138 Views
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I knew from the way she looked at me...I was in store for something. What that something was I couldn't be sure. Half lidded eyes with tons of eye contact. Her skirt could not have been any shorter and the fact that she was also crossing her legs caused my cock to fill my jeans uncomfortably. Her languid manner unnerved me a little. I sipped my beer.
I'd asked her out on a whim. I saw her sitting in the library off in a corner by herself. Glorious rich brown curls fell to her shoulders, framing her pretty face and full red lips. Reading Dostoyevsky, for God's sake! How could I not ask her out? Brains in a woman always turn me on. That she was hot as hell certainly cemented the deal. So I turned on my charm and sat down not too far away. We discussed our favorite classic literature for a bit and then impulsively I asked her out. She looked at me as though I had no idea what I was getting myself into and hesitated just long enough for me to change my mind, which I resisted. Then she said sure - she'd love to.
Thursday morning we'd had coffee and I'd discovered a remarkable intellect underscored by a playful sensuality; her insides were as hot as her outsides. Friday was dinner and a long sexy kiss at her front door that made me pull over on the way home to rub one out. This was Saturday and we were at a dive country bar drinking beer and taking turns asking each other questions. Our mutual interrogation took the inevitable turn to more lascivious subject matter.
"What is your favorite thing to do to a guy in bed?" I leaned into her as I asked the question, wanting to keep it private in the busy bar. That's when that look appeared on her face; appraising, reeking of self assurance and hidden parts I so wanted to uncover. I briefly fantasized her answer would be - give him a blow job. Wouldn't that be cool?! When she paused even longer, my attention, and curiosity, were piqued.
She blinked once, slowly and looked right into my eyes.
"Fuck him up the ass with a strap-on dildo." Her smile was sly and sexy, enjoying my instant discomfiture.
Only one word would cooperate and come out of my mouth, barely audible.
"Oh..."
Visions of strap-ons and dildos and my ass and her naked and me submitting and her fucking me all went through my head in the next 5 seconds. Our eyes were locked.
She stood up precipitously and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and through the noisy crowd to the door. As soon as we got outside she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, drawing surprised looks from the circle of smokers.
"My house?" Her question arrived in a sultry voice that left no illusions as to what she was really asking me. Nervous as fucking hell, I could only nod. Instantly she pulled me over to her car. She drove the few miles to her house.
What the fuck had I just agreed to? It wasn't too late to change my mind. I could just tell her no...if I could open my mouth and get just one god damn word to come out. Jesus! I was sweating lightly and felt more flustered than I could ever remember being.
But I knew I wouldn't change my mind. I'd been hard as a fucking piece of granite ever since she'd answered my question.
My cock pursued her through the front door...and I followed helplessly.
(By popular request, this story has been continued in a full length story in RubyRider's paid membership site, under the title- "He Said She Said".)
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The Facesitting Bar (Ch 1) by Andrea Jordan (Literotica)
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Posted:Jul 24, 2021 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2021 1:33 pm 7445 Views
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"Please Jake, we need a guy," Natalie begged, her coffee cup clattering down on its saucer, "We can't go otherwise."
She touched her pouting lips, shuffled on her chair and recrossed her legs. She twisted her head to create waves of long dark hair and hoped that the freckles on her nose and her tendency to giggle weren't taking away from her practiced look.
"If I come," Jake replied slowly, holding out a stern finger, "You and I must not..."
"No, of course not! There will be heaps of guys there."
"And don't tell your brother."
Jake studied Natalie's excited face. She was his friend's younger sister and a that had seemingly had a permanent crush on him. Natalie was now twenty-three and good-looking but Jake, she was still Ben's little sister. Just being seen with her would get him angst from his friends.
"So, you'll come then?" Natalie babbled with a flash of perfect white teeth. Anytime spent with Jake was a bonus, especially if it gave her a chance get close him in the dark. She put down her cup down, more gently this time, sat up straight and brushed her long dark hair back behind her ears in an attempt look older.
"Okay." The place did intrigue him, and at least he should be safe from Natalie's attentions. Here was a woman who seemed out of her depth in any bar, let alone one where woman sat on guys' faces.
The Facesitting bar had developed a cult reputation in the few weeks since it had been open. Seats had booked in both senses of the word. For women it offered cheap drinks and the chance enjoy an illicit thrill in a discrete, all female environment. For men, the proposition was less clear.
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Jake walked down the short flight of steps and in through a discrete metal door. Natalie waited for the door shut firmly behind him, before swaying on her black heels and hurrying over the bar's main entrance.
At his entrance, Jake was met by a curvy blonde woman dressed provocatively in a short black leather dress.
"Guest of Natalie?" Jake said uncertainly.
"Guest?" the woman laughed, amused by the good-looking guy's choice of words.
Fuck, why had he repeated Natalie's euphemism.
"Natalie's 'guest' will spend the evening over here," the woman chuckled again as she pointed one of the six coffin shaped steel boxes that ran along one side of the small room.
"Where's the bar?" Jake asked.
"The other side of this wall. 's only. Sorry."
"And the way out?"
"Locked."
The woman tapped her stiletto heel impatiently as Jake climbed warily into his box. He lay down on his back with his head resting on the shaped foam that prevented him turning his head. His neck squeezed between vertical bars, effectively separating his head from the rest of his body.
"I assume you will be paying for your hosts drink?" she checked.
Jake had barely pulled his wallet from his jeans pocket when the woman whisked it from his hand. She pulled out his credit card, brushing against his erection as she eased it back into his pocket.
"How much?" Jake asked.
"Sweetie, when you see the position you'll be in, you'll want to be generous."
The woman then produced a short length of heavy chain, a large padlock and a metal plaque emblazoned with the Facesitting bar's pink logo of two stylised cheeks.
"For identification while you're on the premises," she explained, padlocking the chain and plaque around Jake's neck with the plaque now resting against his Adam's apple.
"Branded with your logo?" Jake observed, "Good way to advertise."
"Natalie has the key to unlock this."
"What?" Jake grimaced, "I wasn't planning to see Nat."
"Great! Then you'll be a permanent advertisement," the woman laughed.
Jake looked on as she lowered the metal lid down on top of him, leaning forward with her weight until the lid clunked into place. Jake was now enclosed in a tight metal coffin with only his face protruding through a hole in the lid. It was a tight fit with a strong smell of leather from the surrounding red padded seat.
The woman smoothed her dress and sat down on his metal lid, "The benefits of curves," she smiled sheepishly, "No one get out."
"You look good," Jake stuttered.
The woman smiled back, delighted by the compliment, "Maybe later?"
"If I'm still here," Jake stammered, not wanting to offend the seemingly enormous thighs and hips that loomed above his lowly position.
The woman pulled a single key from her bra, reached down and locked his steel box before replacing the key between her breasts, "You'll still be here, sweetie," she teased.
"Now listen up boys," the woman called addressing all six boxes.
Her fishnet tights straddled Jake's box and she tapped the side with her shoe to ensure she had everyone's attention, "This is ladies' night! Any complaint from any woman and these boxes really will be your coffins. Your box will be taken out of circulation and probably not unlocked until the morning."
The woman then stood up on Jake's box and stepped from box to box, her shoes starling each occupant, "Your only purpose is to please the girls... and remember, 'please' can mean different things to different girls. Just use your intuition, boys. Any questions?"
There was silence from the six men, all now terrified of the roomful of women next door.
The blonde woman sat back down, spun her hips and landed on the floor, "Seriously boys, facesitting is a beautiful thing. The soft erotic touch, the contact with a beautiful friend or maybe a stranger, and the thrill of control and submission. So be giving and enjoy!"
The woman then slid each box forward on its wheels until the ends containing the men's heads pushed through holes in the wall and protruded into the adjacent room. The boxes matched the other chairs, completing the seating arrangements in the elegant bar.
The room was faintly lit, with most light coming from spots that shone directly into the faces of the smother box occupants. Jake screwed up his eyes and listened to the mix of music and cries of excitement that echoed around the crowded bar.
He could feel a woman sitting on one side of his smother box, the warmth of her bare thigh against his cheek. The thigh lifted, momentarily blocking the spotlight to give him a glimpse of white lingerie between round buttocks before her cheeks touched down and everything went dark. The bottom wriggled before settling in with his nose between her legs.
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It was late in the evening when Jake staggered back out through the discrete entrance and quickly ducked out of sight into the nearest alleyway. He looked at his reflection in the shop window. His zipped jacket covered the provocative plaque with the buttocks logo, but he could still see parts of the heavy security chain.
He pulled out his phone and dialled, "Nat, pick up!" he mouthed as he called his friend's little sister.
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Jake arrived first and took a seat at the back of the bar. He looked around, strangely disappointed to be in a traditional bar with no one was sitting on anyone's faces. "Please Nat, hurry up," he mouthed repeatedly as he waited. Twenty minutes later she arrived, skipping across the bar and slipping on to the bar stool next to him.
"Oh wow," Natalie breathed in hushed tones as she kissed his cheek.
Jake's face was still red, slightly chafed and marked with faint lines from various items of clothing that had been pressed into his fresh. He looked dazed and was clinging to his beer.
"Nat, I need the key."
"Let me see it?" she giggled.
Jake huddled closer and unzipped his jacket just enough to show her the blatant female buttocks chained around his neck. Natalie's laugh made the barman look across. Jake quickly zipped himself up and looked down in embarrassment.
"It's at my flat," Natalie whispered, her eyes blinking nervously.
Jake shook his head, seeing all too well where Natalie wanted to take this.
"Well, given our evening so far..." Natalie mouthed, her blue eyes big and hopeful.
"Did you see me in there?"
Her hair ruffled as she nodded.
Jake eyed her warily. "I take it we didn't...?"
Natalie sighed in a waveringly throaty voice, "Please can I have a drink?"
Jake looked alarmed, now completely lost as to what this woman may have done to him. He stared down at her grey flared mini-skirt and strong thighs, crossed and clinched tightly on the black leather bar stool.
"Recognise anything?" she whispered. Her lips were trembling.
Jake shook his head.
"Maybe you were inside?"
"Nat!" Jake tried to sound angry, but he was becoming increasingly captivated by this crazy woman.
Jake stared again. A couple of women had sat on him in jeans and skirts, but mostly he had felt skin on skin contact, with the occasional strip of silk or satin between them.
"Do you wish that we had touched?" Natalie breathed, fidgeting nervously on her stool and almost wobbling off.
Jake had to know.
"What are you wearing underneath?"
"You can't ask a girl that!" Natalie smiled coyly, "...but they are a little damp."
"Nat!"
"You asked."
Fuck, he had just asked about his friend's sister pants and now his cock was aching.
He thought back. One woman had sat on him in Lycra underwear. The heat from his breathe had soaked in and she had seemed delighted to slide around on his face. He could still smell her scent.
"Nat, I don't think you would do that."
Natalie smiled a little condescendingly as she picked up the small teddy bear mascot from the bar, leaned to one side and pushed it beneath her skirt. She sat back upright and rolled her hips back and forth, feeling its crushed form beneath her.
"Fuck," Jake mouthed.
"You and he can compare notes later."
"No way, Nat."
This was starting to become all too real. One woman had rocked on him, just like Natalie was doing to the bear. That woman had pulled aside her thong and forced him to lick her, and in the dark intoxicated atmosphere of the bar he had obliged.
"Nat, I need to know!"
Natalie hiccupped and pointed at her empty glass.
"Please, Nat."
Fuck, if she was to tell her brother, it would be a story he would never live down. Surely, she hadn't forced him to kiss her vagina, but then she was still sitting on the bar's mascot and she was now staring at his obvious erection.
Jake looked away and quickly ordered more drinks.
"Are you jealous of the teddy?" she asked, touching his bulging lap.
He turned to find Natalie's lips only inches away. Brown hair, blue eyes and freckles that somehow, he had never noticed before.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Jake replied, his hand on hers.
"Why? I love your touch?" Natalie uncrossed her thighs and slid a trembling hand inside her skirt, "I had you there," she could barely believe her own breathless voice.
"Nat?"
"Well, you were never going to touch me," her hand dove deeper under her skirt.
"Which one were you?"
Natalie smiled shyly as she leaned to one side. Her short skirt had ridden up and the teddy was sandwiched between her skin and the black leather bar stool. She eased out the flat toy and handed it to Jake.
Alcohol and nervous energy were getting to her, so she consoled herself with memories of the amazing evening. It had been so awkward being the only woman in the bar that wasn't with a group of friends, but nothing mattered as she saw Jake's blinking eyes looking up from the seat. Within seconds she had spun on her heels, flicked up the soft grey fabric of her skirt and snuggled down.
They had fitted together so well, moulding together as one as she engulfed her crush. Years of not being noticed melted away as she finally owned her man. He had started to kiss her, tickling the front of her special new white silk lingerie. It fired something completely overpowering within her. His lips had as good as pushed inside her panties and she was only helping him when she had eased them to the side, and she had been shaking with excitement, wobbling on her feet ever since.
But after a few precious minutes, they had all been told to move tables. She had watched distraught as some bitch had played with Jake. Natalie had frozen, crossing her arms and legs and almost suffocating the poor man at her new table.
"Nat, I need the key," Jake interrupted, still holding the mascot.
She blinked at him blankly.
"Please, Nat?" The woman slowly came to life as he held her hand, "Let me take you home."
Jake wrapped his arm around the exhausted woman and guided her towards the door and along the short walk to Natalie's small flat.
"I don't know what happened in there," Jake whispered, "but I almost hope we touch."
"Really?"
"And I'm quite happy to be branded with a picture of a bottom. Especially if it's your bottom."
Jake watched Natalie unlock her front door and then followed her inside and up the steep narrow stairs to her flat. He made some coffee for them both and joined Natalie on the kitchen stools.
"Every time I see you sit down... I get excited," he smiled.
Natalie smiled, uncrossing her bare legs and swivelling to face him. "Every time I look at you, I can feel you down there..."
Jake leaned closer to kiss her lips for the first time, yet it felt strangely as if she was already his lover. As he tentatively touched her thigh, she pulled her skirt higher, willing him closer.
"What did you do to me in there?" he mouthed.
Jake hugged her tighter, pulling her to her feet to press his body against hers. The closer he came, the more she came to life, biting gently on his lip and pushing her tongue deeper. They collapsed to the sofa, Natalie sitting astride his waist, toying with the Facesitting bar logo still padlocked around Jake's neck.
"Nat, I really need the key, before I go."
"I don't have it," Natalie breathed with adoring eyes.
"Yes, you do!"
She shook her head defiantly.
"Nat, I can't walk around branded like this."
"Well, meet me tomorrow at our special bar and we'll see..."
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