A Confidence Boost

"Call the boy!" He said as he passed her on the way to the shower. Her friend from college, (a former and still occasional lover, or at least a fine distraction) had been visiting for a few days, and all she had done in that time was ponder and procrastinate over calling her latest interest; he was tired of hearing it. Not that he minded another male getting her attention, there was plenty to go around, but he hated to hear her talk herself out of things.

"But...you know... what if he doesn't call me back? Or does but blows me off...he's a little out of my league babe..." Following behind him, she dodged his shirt and jeans as he casually tossed them off.

"It sounds to me like you need a little confidence boaster." He replied, tossing his boxers aside before a little smirk crossed his face. "Go get our friend...we'll have your courage up in no time" and he turned on the water. "Our friend" was what the pair casually called one of her toys: a large and perhaps menacing black rubber dildo.

She gave a smile, not quite sure quite what her favorite strap on had to do with anything, but she hadn't put it to use in a while, so she stripped, knowing he was watching from the crack in the bathroom door as he toweled himself off, and slid the harness on. Taking a seat on the bed, she stroked it lightly, teasing it like a lover. Putting it on did have an effect on her; it is hard not to feel powerful while wielding a big, thick cock and soon her curiosity and apprehension were replaced with impatience for its use. Before she could call for him, the door opened and he walked in, his naked skin still glistening with the moisture of the steamy shower, his shaft stiff and swollen, wobbling slightly as he moved across the floor and sank to his knees in front of her opened legs. His eyes, wide, soft, and willing, met hers as his lips wrapped around the thick rubber crown, his tongue running beneath the underside as he worked her into his mouth. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils as he bobbed slowly up and down, the motion driving the butt of the dildo against her, and her little murmurs of pleasure encouraged him to move faster, until her fingers gripped large tufts of his hair, squeezing the last drops of moisture from it. Before she even knew she was doing so, she was pulling him by the hair, sternly guiding his head up and down the shaft, her hips bouncing up to meet his lips, fucking his face roughly. Little gags and sputters escaped his lips as she rammed into the tightest parts of his throat, the spasms sending tingling vibrations down the rubber to her clit. "That's it... take it all..." and she shoved his head further down, pinning it to her and let his struggling for breath grind the dildo against her even harder.

"Mmmm...that's nice...but I have a better idea...get on your belly, bent over the bed like a good boy" she commanded and his lips released the dildo with an audible 'pop' before he stretched across the low bed, knees on the floor, his throbbing rod pinned to his stomach. Her smile crooked itself into a smirk and her fingertips traced the lines of his muscled shoulder, following the ripples of his spine, then down over the smooth curve of his rump, before pressing between his cheeks to his rim, tight and hers for the taking. He watched in a mirror as she removed a bottle marked "massage oil and personal lubricant" from her dresser, and shivered as a long stream of the clear, heavy liquid landed between his shoulder blades before tracing a long, slow line to the cleft of his ass. Slowly, with her palms broad and flat, she began to work the oil first into his shoulders, relaxing him and drawing a quivering sigh of relaxation and desire from him as she worked lower. Finally, one slick hand stroked her strap on as the other went first to his heavy balls, then up to swirl against his rim, now ready to receive her. She leaned over him, so that her hot breath crashed against his face, and the soft weight of her breasts swayed and brushed against his back.

After a little kiss on the nape of his neck, she entered him, the black head vanishing into him as he gave a wince and his body jerked. She pet his hair lightly, whispering, purring as she slowly sunk deeper: "That's a good boy...just relax...I know how much you want this....that's it...a little more...." His eyes were shut tightly, little tear droplets glistened on their edges as his body stretched for the massive rubber cock. "Mmmm baby...you look soooo sexy getting fucked in the ass like this...you're my good little bitch aren't you?" and she stroked his hair lightly, her voice a soft coo in his ear. She pushed past the delicious friction of his resistance and came to rest fully inside him. He was rewarded with another "goooooood boy..." before her hips began to slide back. His voice, barely above a raspy whisper implored her: "Please....oh god Mistress please don't ever stop...more...please..." and then his voice quivered and broke, as though the last word were caught in his throat. Finally it slipped free: "...more..." With a grin her hands griped his shoulders and she began to work a steady rhythm with her hips, his body writhing slightly as little whimpers accompanied each stroke's end. She ground against him, the torsion on the toy exciting her as she swiveled her hips, opening him to her as she accelerated the pace. Soon the flat, wet slap of their collisions filled the room, nearly drowning out his moans and the plaintive whines of the mattress springs as his body jolted with the force of each impact, even as he thrust himself back to meet her. The side of his face, driven into the blankets, twitched and drew itself into hard lines as the pleasure mounted.

With a swift slap on the ass she issued another command, her voice powerful and thick with desire: "Over, now!" and he rolled over quickly, his legs lifted high into the air. With one motion she plunged back into him, one hand gripping his collar beside the neck, the other curling around his length, already slick with his own sweat and liquid. Closing around him like a vice, she began to pump furiously as she hammered into him, the force of her thrusts jamming the back end into her, her own juices running down her leg as she felt the rumble of tiny earthquakes within her, their onset only driving her harder into him, a maddened, wicked pace. His face became etched in ecstasy and his head began to thrash back and forth, the pleasure too much for him as the rubber struck his gland over and over. As her movements became more urgent, his words became a savage hiss, slicing through his clenched teeth as his eyes burned into hers. Each word slipped into the space between thrusts and she could hear the raw want in them as she pounded away: "fuck... me... harder... please... Mistress... HARDER...." She happily obliged him, her whole body arching and catapulting into him with sadistic force as he squirmed, begging her.

"Cum for me..." she snarled, her own explosion not far off as she pistoned her fist up and down his shaft, "cum for me like a good boy..." At her command, a powerful throb pulsed through him and his body began to quake as his fingers gripped the bed tightly. A fierce, guttural groan grew to a growl, then a snarl, then a wordless, primal roar as he climaxed. Spurt after spurt of hot fluid splattered the two of them, coating his stomach, her full, heavy breasts, as his final, desperate motions drove her over the edge. With a sharp cry her body buckled as ripples of pleasure became tidal waves and echoed through her body sharply. For a moment, white flashbulbs seemed to burst around them, then everything was stillness and quite.

She collapsed on top of him, and they lay together, a soft, sated, sticky mess, ragged breathing slowly returning to normal as he stroked her back.

"Call the boy..." he whispered.

"I will...but first..." she smiled up to him..."we need a shower..."