"I knew you were a faggot", Megan said as I moved to my hands and knees. "I knew you would suck a guy's dick. I knew you would let a guy fuck you in the ass."
I had been watching her as she peeled off I had her clothing. Her pussy, by itself, was still lovely. It was perfectly colored, perfectly layered, and small. She was creamier than any girl I had ever known, capable of pulling long strings of white goo and playing with them like so much hot taffy.
I remembered a time when she was a pretty girl- very nearly beautiful. Now her body was fat, her face plump. Around the stretch marks and between the proximity of her thighs however, I found it sexy as she played with her sticky pussy.
What was getting her off was easily summed up in a single word-control. For the fights, we had had, the jokes, and the fact that I was not in love with her....this was her revenge.
Only in private did I ever want to admit any homosexual or even bisexual tendencies, but women sense things. So it was that on her first visit, nearly four years earlier, she brought toys. I found that she was a dominatrix. I found myself sucking artificial cocks. I found myself submitting gleefully to her insistence that I take it further, and a bit further, up my ass. She transformed me as the days passed. I had to address her with only "ma'am" in the bedroom. By the third day, she made me beg for the fake cock.
"Please fuck me", I would have to beg.
"If you are bad", she would say, "If you piss me off, I will use the big one."
"Yes, ma'am", I would respond.
"Get on your knees!"
"Yes ma'am."
"Now!"
I would go to my knees like a trained dog, Megan making me tell her that I was her whore, as I anticipated the smaller, six-inch cock. It was flesh-colored and, despite the fact that I had never been with a male sexually, she quickly discovered my talent for sucking the toy.
Always the threat of "big boy" hung over my head. She never failed to warn me that, should I disappoint her, the twelve-inch monster would go in my ass.
I was off that week. I enjoyed the time we spent together. I enjoyed seeing her strength, despite the cancer treatments and the fact that her father had just died. I enjoyed her being my girl. I enjoyed being in control of everything outside the bedroom.
In the bedroom, she called me her "bitch" and her whore...and she was quite right. Megan could make me fuck her. She could eat my ass like candy and the make me kiss her for extended periods. She could make me enjoy her toys in my ass, and make me utter words that could not come from my mouth.
She was psycho in a way I adored. She owned me, and we both knew it.
Fights ensued after she returned to her home. I did not want to marry her; I did not want her to move in with me. Therefore, in Megan's mind, I had used her. She vowed to get even.
After a long cooling off period, I received a phone call from her. We talked for hours before she asked me, point blank, if I would suck another guy's cock.
"I don't know", I said. "It would all depend.
"You would. Let me ask you this, would you let a guy fuck you in the ass?"
"No."
She laughed. "I think you would. In fact, I know you would."
"Would you like that?" I asked.
"I always like it when you do what I say. Are you hard?"
I hesitated. "Yes", I answered.
"Are you on the bed?"
"No."
"Go there now."
From several hundred miles away, I did her bidding.
"You are not allowed to touch your cock", she said.
I laughed. "That is not fair."
"I will tell you what is fair. Your ass is like a pussy. Touch it."
I tried to contain myself as my hand moved with the memories.
"Are you touching it?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Finger yourself...do it now."
