As I sat on the bed, I couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of what was to come. I had a pretty good idea of what Holly might have planned, especially as when Mistress Nancy was putting the plug in me, she said I was still a virgin for now. The thought made me super nervous, but my cock got hard thinking about my wife using a strapon on me. I'd watched a scene in the TV show 'Weeds' years ago where one of the female characters used a strapon on a guy and had been pretty turned on by the idea, but of course, had never told Holly.
It seemed like I was waiting for ages and cursed myself for not bringing my phone with me to play with. Then, finally, the bedroom door opened. My jaw immediately dropped when I saw Holly. She looked unbelievably hot. I looked over at her in awe as she stood there standing before me in thigh-high leather boots and long shiny black latex gloves that came up to her elbows. The black latex corset that finished just under her bust only accentuated her gorgeous breasts. What I couldn't fail to notice, though, was the big black strapon strapped to her waist. It looked big, I'm guessing about seven or eight inches, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.
Holly walked over to the bed and climbed onto it without saying a word, kneeling in front of me. Then she reached over and put her hand on my head and gently guided me down towards her cock. I soon found myself on all fours with my elbows and forearms on the bed and my mouth inches from her strapon. As I felt her pull me closer, I opened my mouth and took it into my mouth.
Truthfully, I had no idea what I was doing, but I had watched Holly giving me blowjobs, so I tried to replicate that. When I started sliding my lips back and forth on the shaft, Holly said:
'Oh, that's so sexy......Yes, you look so pretty sucking my cock. .....Look up at me, baby....Look how much you are turning me on.'
When I looked up at her, I saw she had a massive smile on her face and a look of intense arousal. Remembering what Miss Lawrence had said about aesthetics, I began trying to put on a show for her. Taking more of her cock into my mouth and moaning. Holly's hand remained on the back of my head, but she wasn't forcing anything. Instead, she was letting me find my own rhythm.
When I pulled my lips off her strapon, and a stream of my saliva hung from my lips to the tip of her cock, she said:
'Oh my god. That is so fucking hot.'
When she pulled me back onto her cock, she started taking over, controlling the rhythm and pulling me a bit deeper. When she pulled me a bit too far, and I gagged a little, she apologised, then started gyrating her hips and gently fucking my face. I could tell she was trying not to push in so far as to hit my gag reflex again, but it would happen every so often.
I don't know why this was turning me on so much. I wasn't actually giving or receiving any real pleasure. I think it was the whole image and how taboo it felt. It actually went on for quite a while, although I had no sense of time at all, so I couldn't tell you how long. Then, eventually, she pulled her cock out of my drooling mouth and said:
'That was amazing, sweetie. You are doing so well.'
Then she climbed off the bed and walked around it, so she was behind me. I felt the bed shift as she climbed on it, and then she lifted my plaid skirt up and pulled my panties down. After that, she told me to put my legs together so she could remove my panties altogether, then she said:
'Fuck, that buttplug looks so pretty in your ass.'