Title: Strap On Desire
Keywords: ff, fdom
Author: Caesar
Strap On Desire
by Caesar, copyright 2002
$Revision: 1.1 $ $Date: 2002/03/10 16:50:41 $
I know it was the alcohol that kept me in the conversation rather than
leaving to return back to my dorm room. Yet it had been weeks since I
have had sex, and the passion of Sheryl's beliefs rooted me to my seat
on the couch. There was a long pause in the hushed conversation, when
most of us looked about at the waining party but none of us tried to
look at Madeline talking with some dork from her Physics 302 class.
Sheryl was flushed, and not just from the cheap booze that we all had
consumed - but from her revelation as well. If not for the tequila
shooters, the beer and finally the wine coolers, I am sure I would
have stomped away from this conversation in disgust at the first few
words of her tale.
The crazy thing is - Sheryl swore several times throughout her story,
that she was no lesbian. The things she did for and with Madeline
could only be classified as gay.
The revelations were over, but the three of us had nothing to say and
the silence was obvious and bloated. My head spun and a small
throbbing lay within my loins that embarrassed me tremendously - I
tried to ignore it.
Madeline for gods sake! She was the female version of a dork,
certainly not one of the in crowd. The only reason she and I were at
the same party, was that it was hosted by the English faculty and
everyone attended, if only to gain Brown points with instructors.
Joan stood up and without a word strode off to find her boyfriend.
She of all of us had looked amused at Sheryl's tale.
Ben said something trite that I missed and then stood and quickly
disappeared. She had made no illusions that she thought the had
disgusted her, making the predictable noises and comments throughout
our conversation. Though, I thought vengefully, she had stayed till
it was complete.
That left Sheryl and I.
Sheryl took another long drink of her beer and finally found the nerve
to look at me. "I probably should not have said anything?"
No fucking kidding, Ben will make sure the rest of our peers knows
that Sheryl is a lesbian. No one will care that Madeline is, we would
have guessed it if we even gave it a seconds thought.
"It was the best fuck of my life Gerry!" Evidently, Sheryl had told us
the same thing numerous times throughout her tale. I guessed she was
trying to validate her indiscretions as well as her big mouth.
I hid behind my cooler bottle, feeling the alcohol tickle down my
throat. A part of me felt numb after the revelations, and another
part, a secret part felt rather intense after Sheryl's little and
try as I may, I could not completely ignore it.
"Whatever Ben may think Gerry, I'm not a lesbian." I looked into her
eyes, for the first time since the first words of her tale, and saw
her seriousness beneath the bloodshot alcohol. "I don't even think
Madeline is."
I could not help myself, "Your joking?"
Sheryl looked relieved that I finally spoke up and even chuckled as
she replied, "She said she did it with too."
Well, that made the mouse-like geek a bi-sexual at least.
"Will you do it again?" My throat felt suddenly very dry and the
words sounded broken to me.
Sheryl became serious, and a little down, suddenly. "I don't know. I
asked." She eventually leaned in and whispered, "Hell Gerry, I
fucking begged her!"
Sheryl was an attractive and popular girl, who was in a long distance
relationship with her boyfriend that she had always taken seriously.
She had started her with the disclosure that she missed her
boyfriend terribly and perhaps that is what opened her up to accepting
the invitation to Madeline's apartment under the pretence of getting
help with English Literature 301.
"Do you want to know what she said to me?"
I couldn't say a word, could not even move - but I wanted to know.
Sheryl wanted to tell me as well, and she did not even wait for an
answer. Leaning in and whispering in a conspirator tone, "'Get me
someone else Sheryl and I will give you another night.'"
She leaned back against the couch and watched me closely.
It sounded to me, like my friend Sheryl was Madeline's lap because
it was obvious to me, even in my hazy alcohol state, that I was being
asked if I wanted to be another of Madeline's conquests. She was
pimping for the geek!
Sheryl leaned forward again, looking pleased that I did not show
disgust or run away at her obvious intent, and placed a hand upon my
nylon covered knee and squeezed it. "Would you like to try it?"
I was watching my friends hand touching me in such an off-handed and
familiar sort of way and wondering why I was not disgusted. I blurted
out, "With you?"
Sheryl laughed lightly, nervously, while her hand continued to
squeeze, "Good god no! With Madeline?" If there had been any doubt
that my friend was pimping for Madeline, it was gone.
My head felt suddenly very dizzy and a wave of heat rolled through my
body and I controlled myself enough not to open a few buttons of my
blouse to cool off.
Sheryl took my silence as an answer, but to be honest, I had no idea
what to say, how to answer. I should get angry and say no in no
uncertain terms, but I could not. Taking her hand from my knee she
said seriously, "I will do anything for another night with Madeline
Gerry... anything!" She took a long laboured breath and continued,
"You can't fucking imagine how great it was Gerry... you really can't.
She... well, she has me wrapped around her finger and I don't fucking
care!" She laughed short and sharp, more like a maniacal crackle than
with happiness.
Again the silence, feeling her eyes upon me and me looking down at my
knee wondering why I missed her touch. I'm no damn so what
the fuck was wrong with me? Was I that hard up?
"Do this for me Gerry and I will do anything you want... do you hear
me, anything?" Finally my eyes again rose to lock with hers. "I will
sleep with you if that is what you want?" She seemed embarrassed, for
some reason, and it amused me - after her sordid and now her
bawdy request. Did she believe me a - now that horrified me!
Completely against my better judgement and before I could think about
it, I asked, "Tonight?" The waves of heat that were rolling through
my body seemed to be now centralizing toward my midriff. God, why did
I ask that? Damn I need to get laid.
Sheryl looked embarrassed and shook her head negatively, "No Gerry,
after Madeline has you. Then I will sleep with you." I felt my face
flush, and not from the alcohol, and saw that my friends was doing the
same.
I looked again around the near-quiet room and could not find the geek,
wondering if I could do what Sheryl had done.
Her hand again grasped my knee in a familiar way and it felt like it
belonged there. "Say 'yes' Gerry?"
Again looking at her hand I felt my head move up and down in
acceptance.
Suddenly Sheryl stood and disappeared from the room, me feeling the
loss of her touch. I fumbled in setting down my bottle and cursed it
for causing this weakness in me... cursing my ex-boyfriend in breaking
up with me... cursing my lack of good hard cock, of an orgasm...!
Sheryl was suddenly standing by me, reaching down to take my hand.
Her face wore a wide very pleased smile, "Come with me Gerry!"
I stood on unsteady feet and with Sheryl guiding me, helped me out
through the side door and into the dark night. She evidently, must
more sober than I.
Madeline stood by the open door of the cab.
Oh god!
Sheryl stood me before the small elf-like girl, as if a child trying
to impress an adult.
Madeline looked impressed, slowly looking me up and down. "I didn't
think it possible Sheryl?" My friend only beamed with pleasure for
some reason. Make no allusions, I was under inspection.
I stumbled and felt Sheryl's arms grasp me protectively.
"She's pissed!"
I was.
Sheryl looked horrified, but quickly said, "She wants too Madeline."
The little geek brought a hand up to my chin and brought my face to
within inches to hers - in my heels, she was at least four inches
shorter than I. Strange since I had always thought her a five foot
dwarf. The words just rolled off my tongue without a second of mental
preparation, "I want you to fuck me Madeline."
The round, not unattractive, face looked amused before she barked at
Sheryl, "Does she agree to the rest?"
I could feel my friend behind me, her and hips pressing into
me and I swooned with heated passion. This has never happened to me
before and of course it shocked me but it also caused me to rethink my
beliefs on homosexuality. At another time, of course.
In my ear, Sheryl whispered, her lips touching me randomly and
accidental that caused shivers to run down my spin, "Tell Madeline
that you will do anything she says?"
Like an automation I mumbled toward the woman before me, "I will do
anything you want." And after I do, Sheryl will do anything I want!
Madeline did not look convinced but she stood aside and Sheryl helped
me into the cab where I lay with my head against the opposite window
and watched as my friend and the geek spoke in hushed tones for
several minutes. Then Madeline slide in next to me and closed the
door behind her.
She gave an address to the driver and turned to look at me.
"Your like royalty at our school Gerry." I knew what she meant;
coming from a rich family, very beautiful, everything going my
way... and at school, I was the pinnacle of 'in' people. "I never
imagined you would want to do this?"
Me neither. But I felt pleased for some reason, anxious for another.
I knew what had happened to Sheryl, I had listened to her sordid silently wondering what it would be like to be in her position.
"I can ask the driver to drop you off at your place Gerry - your
pretty drunk?"
Madeline looked a little concerned, and it surprised me - that my
friend did not seem the least bit concerned about the amount of
alcohol I drank but this woman, really, that I had been offered
too seemed more empathetic.
The thought of another night alone in my bed sobered me a little and I
sat up quickly, and spoke a little too loudly, "No!"
A half smile appeared on Madeline's lips and she said, "I can't say
I'm unhappy at your decision Gerry. In fact I have often thought
about you, admiring you from afar." What could I say... so I said
nothing. "I will do my best to make it pleasant for you." My face
flushed but I had no idea why. "First Sheryl and now you", she
chuckled with amusement, "so maybe I won't be so ostracized from now
on?"
I tried a smile of encouragement, but whatever may happen tonight the
fact is Madeline will always be outside the crowd I ran with. In
fact, my being with her tonight may even my own entry into that
peer-group. The smile felt weak and condescending.
I was too drunk to care. The throbbing between my legs more insistent
now.
Her hand came toward me and slipped onto my thigh, just above the
knee. It squeezed and fondled my nylon covered flesh for some minutes
and I stared at it surprised that it had not caused the flood of
emotions as when Sheryl had done the same thing. Perhaps I was
finally coming to my senses - I'm no lesbian!
The taxi cab came to a bloated stop and I finally looked up to see
ourselves before an brick building. The hand holding my thigh
slipped off and money was passed to the front seat. "Come on Gerry."
Two hands helped me remove myself from the backseat and even to stand
as we slowly made our way into the large apartment complex before us.
Turning my head to watch Madeline as she helped me forward, I saw that
she was not totally devoid of attractive features. In fact if you
removed those over-sized glasses, loosened her tightly bound hair and
changed her into clothing that more suited her - I should say this
small mouse may turn into a desirable person.
The floor jerked and I came to realize that we were in an elevator.
Goodness, I really am drunk.
Madeline said softly, and confidently I may add, "Kiss me Gerry."
God help me but my face started to move downward but stopped just
before her moist lips. I shock my head 'no'.
A firmness came upon her features, "You agreed to do anything I say?"
My voice was like sandpaper as I answered deliberately, "I am not a
lesbian."
The firmness turned toward amusement and Madeline said just as the
elevator came to a stop, "You will kiss me before the night is out."
I doubt it. I came to get fucked.
Walking seemed to come easier as I followed Madeline down the short
non decrepit hallway to her wide door. The geek unlocked it and
let it swing inwards, "Welcome to my place Gerry."
I strode in, like the queen bee that Madeline thought me to be. It
was all an act of course - my knees felt like they would give out any
second and my head spun terribly. I was seriously starting to
reconsider the decision that brought me here.
Hands took my coat and bag and then lead me into what would have been
a bedroom, except it appeared to be the only room, besides a closet
sized kitchen and a bathroom, in the apartment. I was seated on the
edge of the bed.
Now I've sat upon other beds before, but never did it cause a
shiver of 'something', as soon as my ass pressed into the duvet
and hard mattress beneath.
Arms wrapped about my head in a firm hug and Madeline leaned down to
kiss the top of my skull. "You will beg me for more before the night
is out." I doubt it, I'm here only to satisfy a desire that I have
unfortunately been missing for some time. "If you are no then
I must present you to your man?"
I peered upward to see what the hell she was talking about. Rather
quickly I was loosing that fire in my soul and wondered if the taxi
cab had already left the front of the building.
Madeline slowly turned away and stood before a tall dresser. The size
of the room ensured that if I should reach out I could easily touch
her with both hands. Yet I did not reach out but only watched as she
calmly, and without any drama, undressed down to nothing.
With her back to me, I saw the perfection in her nude form. From the
smooth flawless yellow skin, evidence of some parentage in her
distant lineage, the perfect lines of a modern woman and the
exceptional scale of her smaller thin frame. The bun in her black
hair was last, and it cascaded straight down to her tail-bone.
After several minutes, enough time for me admire her from the rear,
Madeline turned slowly about and stood before me. There proudly
thrusting from between her legs was a long cock. The size of it
was obscene on Madeline's small frame yet I heard the gasp of surprise
from my own lips and it felt like a hand grabbed me between the legs
to squeeze.
There before me was the object of Sheryl's story, of her pleasure, I
knew I could not leave until I had felt only a small amount of the
pleasure my girlfriend had expressed.
The thing was larger than I had ever seen - twice the width of my last
boyfriend. The fact that there was a black harness attached to it and
thus, about Madeline's small waist, did not matter to me in my
drunk-hazy state. The cock was huge and it was beautiful.
"I am the Gerry and this is my cock." I didn't even look up from
that large organ, only sat staring at it while Madeline spoke. "Do
you know the secret of pleasure Gerry?"
Madeline's small hand reached out and tenderly stroked the back of my
head, my curly hair before roughly grasping a handful of
it in her hand and yanking my face upward. Our eyes met and I saw
something I've never seen in another person's eyes before - I have no
words for it, yet it overpowered me and made me feel small and weak in
barely a second of its gaze.
Firmly she asked again, "I said, do you know the secret of pleasure
Gerry?"
I had no idea what she was talking about, what she may be looking for,
so croaked out honestly, "No".
Madeline smiled maliciously, as if she had been expecting that answer.
"The secret of pleasure Gerry, is to give pleasure. Tonight your
going to learn that." She pressed my head downward so that I sat
facing that beautiful huge organ, the smooth crown of it barely a
breath away from my lips. "The way to give a strong powerful pleasure Gerry... is through his cock."
The head of that cock, that I was admiring so frankly, suddenly thrust
forward and pressed against my lips painfully. It pressed
persistently forward until I had little choice but to open and allow
it entry. To be honest I would have willingly taking it thusly,
except there was no warning or preparation.
It began to move vigorously in and out past my lips and as unprepared
as I had been, I tried to give the phallus its proper due. Though it
was a rare event, I have had a cock in my mouth before - never so
large or so insistent though.
Two hands were holding my head now, stopping any movement on my part.
The thrusting continued for several minutes before it suddenly
stopped, the saliva covered dick dancing before my eyes. Madeline
yanked my head back so that I again starred up into her strong
dominant eyes. "Do you really want to be here Gerry?" She did not
look amused.
Did I? Was it only the alcohol or the lack of sex that drove me to be
here with this dike? But the itch between my legs and the memory of
the first sight of that cock reinforced my conviction. My voice had
not gotten better since the last question I had answered, "Yes".
Her gaze softened, but only a little, "Good". Two hands let go of my
hair as Madeline continued, "When you suck a cock, it must be the
centre of your universe. Make love to it. Pleasure it properly so
that you may find pleasure in it."
Without being instructed, I dropped my face so that I again faced that
pleasure stick. Madeline's words made sense and I felt a flutter of
something between my legs at each syllable. Imagine a teaching me something about cock.
Licking my lips, to moisten them, I slowly leaned forward and wrapped
my mouth about the fat smooth crown. Then it was like something
magical started to happen. As if some ethereal body controlled my
actions with the knowledge of a professional cock-sucker.
Time stopped as I focused on nothing else but cock... long fat
beautiful cock. I licked it, I it and I strive to get as much
of the length of it down my throat.
Saliva was dripping down my chin and dripping onto my blouse, but I
never even noticed. Nothing mattered but that fat beautiful cock.
It was thrusting slowly and evenly and I matched its movements with
perfection and I strive to do no less than give pleasure with the
tools that I was allowed, namely my mouth, lips and tongue.
My consciousness seemed to be outward looking in, a voyeur to the
harmony of my oral love. And there was wisdom in Madeline's words, as
I felt pleasure in my own body the like that I only fantasized about.
Nothing else mattered but that cock.
Gently the long pole was pulled back, away from the reach of my lips
until I mewed with its loss. I wanted to pleasure it forever, knew
with a certainty that I could.
"Take your clothing off."
Spoken softly, it caused a violent shiver to run through my body. My
trembling hands came up and began to tear at my clothes even as my
eyes never left that hard saliva-dripping cock half a meter before me.
"Slowly Gerry! Make even the simple act of removing your clothing to
be sensual and to give your partner pleasure."
I had to actually take a deep breath to contemplate those words; of
course I heard them but had I understood. Could using my mouth to
give pleasure be the same as removing my clothing?
Madeline had shown deity-like wisdom in her earlier instructions; I
tended to give her the benefit of my doubt at this point as the
pleasure I had achieved by using my mouth was evidence of my lack of
knowledge. And I was here to find some pleasure, why not let myself
go and do as instructed, to enjoy myself to the fullest - I can always
leave after I was satisfied.
Trying to still my trembling limbs I closed my eyes and turned inward,
slowly moving my hands so that they gently and deliberately exposed my
person. It was like that cock, an out of body experience, as
I watched myself disrobe. Each button was a scene of a play, each
loss of an article of clothing a climatic moment.
I felt sexy, happy... and in love with my pleasure.
Contrary to that perfect cock, that it seemed to be timeless,
I found myself completely naked in all too short a time and heard my
own groan of loss. The play was over, and I had enjoyed it immensely.
Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw as a small hand stroking up and
down the saliva-wet shaft of the cock. Somewhere words
instructed, "Stand up... turn around... bend at the waist...!" The
voice sounded constricted, stressed.
On unsteady feet, the alcohol still a factor, I did as instructed,
until I was bent at the waist facing the bed, my hands holding the
edge for support.
My centre was throbbing again and I was suddenly conscious that it was
thrusting between my upper thighs. I knew what was coming, of course,
and desired it like no other moment. Before coming here, the reason
for coming here, was for this... to quench the thirst of something I
had not had for a very long time. So hungry for it, was I, that I had
ignored my upper class reservations toward homosexuality. The fact
that I was exposed so wantonly did not matter, only the forthcoming
pleasure mattered.
A finger slipped along the length of my channel, from anus to clit,
touching almost as if a whisper of my imagination.
I was wet, oh so very wet, and now Madeline knew it too - having felt
it first hand if she had missed the visible signs. I stretched my
neck to look over my shoulder, suddenly impatient for the next scene
of our play, and saw my new lover passionately on a single
finger. Groaning with the knowledge of what she was doing I
unconsciously wiggled my ass back and forth while pressing it back
toward that wet hard cock.
Madeline seemed to come out of her momentary mediation upon that
soiled finger and looked into my eyes. I saw her desired which
mirrored my own.
"Beg me to fuck you Gerry?"
What? Beg to get fucked? She wanted to do it as much as I
wanted... this was the final scene of our play, why should I beg?
That wonderful fat cock moved forward and pressed into my pulsating
cunt until the wide head stretched my outer labia before withdrawing.
A squeal of pleasure and loss escaped from my lips and I saw
Madeline's gaze harden. "Beg!" The momentary entrance of that
impossibly fat organ was the biggest thing to ever enter me, and it
had only been the smooth crown of it that gave me so much pleasure.
Then I heard it, my own scratchy voice, "Please...? Fuck me please
Madeline...?" I released my trepidation, knowing that I was beyond
prejudice.
The head of that perfect organ touched my slippery tender lips
and pressed gently forward. I gasped and held my breath while forced
my trembling body to still.
Two small hands grasped my hips forcibly, dominantly.
Then Madeline pressed forward and I swear I saw god!
Slowly, ever so slowly, so that simply the expectation of the invasion
was erotic torture, it felt as if I was splitting in half. The pain
was nothing, it seemed to add a dangerous, and never before enjoyed,
edge of my impossibly heaven-sent pleasure. It was the biggest cock
that I've ever had in my body and I loved it. If I had looked down, I
would have expected to see the bulbous head of it pressing against the
inside my my abdomen, just below my rib cage.
When smooth flesh pressed into the raised globs of my ass, I knew that
it was over, that I had survived the invasion.
Still grasping my hips, those small but strong hands guided small
movements from my person and so that I began to move back and forth
upon that cock. At first it was only a few centimetres of lateral
movement... then it was the full wonderful length of that fuck stick.
Soon the hands had disengaged and I still moved, rocking forward until
the crown of that cock almost escaped before moving back in. I did
this as I had been guided, slow, gliding movements. And it was
exquisite.
Bliss surrounded my consciousness and my world became enclosed with
erotic energy so that I was blinded to anything but pleasure.
Distantly I heard the cries and groans of my own voice and the bawdy
noise of my body as it accepted that fat organ again and again.
Strangely I did not, consciously, think of my or that cock, only
the blanket pleasure that I was receiving from it.
I gave pleasure to receive pleasure. I was doing the work and I was
receiving the pleasure. And that pleasure was to change my world,
there is no doubt!
An orgasm escaped from me in a few minutes of that erotic haze but I
simply experienced the wave of its pleasure. It took me to heights
that I never knew existed and I became enamoured with achieving more,
another, again, please!
Consciousness slowly returned to that room and I realized I must have
passed out, disappearing in my mind and that erotic haze. Upon my
stomach over the bed, my ass still sticking over the edge, I felt the
familiar hands upon my hips and that beautiful perfect cock attacking
my person with precision and renewed energy. My whole body rocked and
the bed was shoved into the wall again and again, as I was properly
fucked... used.
Give pleasure to gain pleasure. I turned my head, again, to look into
the sweaty, feverish looking face of the only person to draw such
pleasure from me and I wanted to return, if only a portion, of this
gift she had given me.
We shared a soul-filled look before I moved slowly and carefully.
Totally against my unconscious desire, I crawled away from the object
of my pleasure, further up onto the bed. Awkwardly I dropped onto one
side and then rolled over onto my back, my legs spreading naturally,
the funnel of my desire aimed right toward Madeline.
I felt the dominance of the moment, that I now controlled all passion
within the room. Madeline needed me, needed a release of her
excitement. More than anything else, at that second in time, I wanted
to give, at least, an ounce of pleasure that I had already received.
I saw it in her eyes, surprise mixed with lust, I was not another slut
like Sheryl to her, I was the pinnacle of her lust and desire to rise
above her station and I had surprised her by find pleasure in doing
exactly what she instructed me to do.
Madeline started to crawl upon hands and knees, down the path of my
spread thighs. Her eyes were feverish and only for that place between
my legs. I knew her passion and welcomed it - as I saw the hard,
still wet, bobbing pole of desire between her legs move toward me and
knew my own pleasure was going to heighten, yet again.
There was no ceremony or seduction; it was hard passionate fucking
now. Madeline grasped the slick prick in her small hand and aimed it
as she knelt just before my alter of love.
I never helped or hindered, but watched patiently for our mutual
desires to cross.
Then I felt that familiar wide smooth crown press against my abused
flower and then felt it press comfortably in. From my laying position
I watched amazed as that long fat pole entered into my body and
enjoyed the voyeur quality of watching myself get fucked.
Madeline placed her hands on either side of my torso and upon her
knees began to move her hips expertly in and out at a very brisk pace.
I wanted to pleasure her, to thank her, to give pleasure as well as
receive it - I grasped the back of her head and brought her lips to my
own. That first kiss between us was like none other in my past - it
was filled with passion, understanding and, day I say it, love! No
man, and I had never even sampled another woman's kiss this way, had
ever come close. I groaned with pleasure upon her dainty tongue and
began to shove my up to meet that thrusting cock. The of
my earlier words echoing in my head but I ignored it.
She was a small woman and her weight was negotiable, so that I barely
noticed when she lay herself upon me, her hands now enjoying
themselves with my full breasts. We fucked with a familiarity of our
sex, that surprised me in that it seemed that we had been coupling
this way for years and knew each other intimately and extensively.
Both my feet rose and waved in the air above Madeline's small round
ass and our combined pleasure-sounds echoed off the wall and surely a
neighbour was getting an ear-full. My hands reached up and grasped
that hard ass and enjoyed its intimate touch.
Time and space clashed to that one focused spot between my legs and
another magnificent orgasm rolled through me and I screamed out in
pleasure. Distantly I heard Madeline's squeal, as she too released
that dam of excitement.
My eyes closed and I simply enjoyed.
The first conscious thought or feeling that I noticed was that great
big cock slowly and tenderly being pulled from my abused but happy
cunt. I opened my eyes and immediately looked into Madeline's as she
knelt between my spread exhausted legs.
Finally, she spoke very softly, "I thought you may be sleeping?"
I simply nodded, embarrassment coming upon me for some unknown reason.
She looked away from me, and with both hands began to unbuckle the
belt about her waist. Anxiously, and with a little trouble with my
trembling limbs, I sat up and reached for the buckle, "Let
me... please?"
It was such an insignificant thing but I felt honoured to do this.
Madeline let her hands drop to her side and she looked upon me with
something akin to amusement. The black leather was stiff in my
hands and it was difficult to unbuckle the silver clasps. It took
some time but finally, it was loose from about her waist.
Madeline moved so that she was standing up upon the bed, on her knees,
before me. That great fat organ of hers struck me in the stomach and
her small bobbed before me and it caused a flutter of
excitement to my tired loins, so that I had to control the urge to
open my mouth and take a tiny hard nipple between my lips. I moved to
pull the contraption from her waist and was surprised when I saw that
behind the base of the fake cock was a smaller dick, facing the other
way, and had been inside her. So when she fucked me, she was
effectively fucking herself. In my cloudy consciousness I was amazed
and pleased that she may have received the same pleasure as I with our
coupling.
Gently I lowered it down her slim strong thighs and Madeline stepped
out of the harness. I held it in my hand and stared at the obscene
object that had given me so much pleasure.
"Lick it clean Gerry." My head jerked up to look into Madeline's
gentle eyes, noting that her command was spoken softly and patiently.
Without a seconds thought to the boundaries that I had passed or was
passing, I brought the phallus up to before my face and began to lick
at its slick surface as if was a cone of ice cream.
I tasted, of course, my own juices. It was familiar but never
before had I sampled my pleasure in such an intimate way. Want to
know something, I enjoyed it, and cleaned that discarded cock's
surface perfectly.
Without being told I flipped the harness over and began the same
licking ritual to the small dick, immediately tasking the sweeter
nectar that had been Madeline's pleasure. As much as I enjoyed my own
juices, hers was nectar of the gods. Soon I was preforming fellatio
on that smaller cock, my mind starting to cloud within that place
Madeline had taught me to go.
Madeline had to gently pull those cocks and harness from me, as they
were more than cleaned from our vaginal juices and then she gently
lifted my chin so that we again looked into each others eyes. She was
frowning. "You enjoyed this didn't you?"
God, "Yes!" I was in love with her... and no the alcoholic haze was
gone, replaced with an orgasmic haze. No one has ever made me so
physically happy, my heart was hers and my body wanted nothing else
but to be treated with another performance of such passionate lust.
"No, I mean you 'really' enjoyed it?" Not sure what she was asking, I
was sure of the answer and nodded. Madeline saw my hasty gaze, and
reached for my head.
I opened my mouth for that tiny nipple.
In this way, I ignored my reservations and lost myself within
Madeline's will. For her, for the pleasure I found with her, I was
her slave for as long as she would have me.
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