His First Time
He'd talked incessently about putting the double ***** in his *** while I wore it. He loved seeing me with a ****, it was so hot. He would get on his knees and suck it. It was so many years ago that the taste of the material was nasty but so he was so excited to suck it, he'd fall to his knees at my slightest signal.
But it was so big and we were novices. The most I ever got to insert was an anal probe, which he controled. Harumph. We broke up before I could actually strap on, but oh my! In my fantasies over the years we were apart I developed a very detailed story that always ended with him crying out in rapture as my 10" strap on sent him over the edge into that special place where sublime climaxes send you.
Now we are back together and in our time apart he'd been fantasizing about the same thing! He was only too willing to worship my new strap ons, the way he had that nasty tasting *****. (Thank you Doc Johnson!). We found one he liked, and after some initial training, he takes it with ease. I so enjoy taking him from behind while he's on all fours. But what I never imagined in my dreams was the shear joy and immense satisfication I get taking him as he lies back. I press his knees to his chest as he raises his sweet hole to me.
"**** me, please Mistress. **** me with your mancock!"
As I do, I watch the pleasure play across his face. His quick intake of breath as the head probes his tight sphincter. Then it eases in and I see his face go soft with desire and pleasure. I **** him, telling him how much I love doing this, how much I love him. I lean over him letting my breasts contained in their black lacey bra brush his torso. I bite his nipples, causing him to flex his hips and take as much of my **** into his asspussy as he can. I ride him, until he opens his eyes and looks into my passion drugged eyes, and whispers,
"I love you mistress. I Love you, mistress."