What if you fall in love with a dominant girl?
*** APRIL***
We did talk about almost everything, but we didn't discuss the topic of drugs. Denise accepted my traditional conservative view.
One day, we were lying in bed, having some pillow talk.
She looked me in the eyes when she suddenly asked, "How often do you masturbate?"
"Denise, I'm not going to tell."
"Oh, you horny bastard, that often..."
"Denise, it's personal."
"What do you fantasize about?"
"Denise, I'm not going to tell you."
"Oh, that kinky, I like it."
"Denise, stop it."
Teasingly, "You can whisper it in my ear if you're too embarrassed to say it."
"Denise, no!"
"Chicken, chicken. I will tell mine if you tell yours."
"You wouldn't."
Without hesitation, not even a blink of an eye, "I masturbate a few times a week, either with my fingers or vibrator. You know I get only off by clitoral stimulation. I mostly fantasize about faceless tongues licking my pussy, in various poses or situations. I do have one kinky fantasy. I would love to dominate a man and fuck his ass. Your turn."
Ok, that's a lot to take in.
"I masturbate daily."
"You horny pervert!"
"I watch porn."
"All males do."
"I like to watch anal porn, but with the male fucking the female in the ass."
"Too bad for you, my ass is exit only."
"Same for you. My ass is exit only too."
"Such a shame. You have a nice ass, and I would have loved to give it a try."
"Not going to happen. But I do have some kink."
"Ooh, I knew it! Do tell."
I got my laptop and showed her a video clip. It was of a couple and a guy with a huge dick. The girl gave her boyfriend/husband a kiss. Then she walked over to the other guy with the huge dick. When the guy penetrated the girl with his big dick, the girl immediately started to orgasm. Within moments they were fucking, and the boyfriend/husband just sat there.
Denise gave me a questioning look.
"I don't understand myself exactly what it is that attracts me in this clip. It started after Carnival, probably due to what happened then. You know, you and another guy. I picture myself as the boyfriend/husband. It is a mix of feelings, powerless, humiliated by a larger dick, beaten by a better man. Also, the physical aspect, the way she starts to orgasm right after he put his monster in her."
"Is it something you would like to experience? Maybe to get it out of your system?"
"Hell no! If I ever catch you having sex with someone else, this relationship is over. I'm way too jealous."
"I get it, honey. I won't share you either."
***
A week later, when it was my birthday, I got a text, "I've figured out a birthday present you won't forget. It's a personal experience. But you got to trust me. Are you up for it?"
"What?"
"Not gonna tell you, but want your consent. No whining during or after. Are you in or out?"
I hesitated for a moment. This girl had me beaten up and gotten away with it. But then my little head started taking over the thinking. What if my hot girlfriend wants to sexperiment?
"I'm in."
A few hours later, I got another text, "Instructions on your bed. Remember, no whining."
On my bed was a note, handcuffs, and a ring gag. What the hell did I agree to? I had to shower and shave, put the ring gag on, and then sit on the bed with my hands cuffed behind my back, resting against the headboard.
I heard her enter the apartment. Due to the ring gag, I was already drooling. Then, some ruffling in the living room. She was only wearing a small strap-on when she came into the bedroom, nothing else. She climbed on the bed and looked me in the eye. Her pupils were wide.
"I took a pill from our stock. You know, from the good stuff. I'm so going to enjoy this."
She got up, grabbed my head with both hands and started slowly feeding the strap-on in my mouth.
I started to gag, and she immediately slapped my face, "Keep going."
She tried to face fuck me, I tried not to gag.
"Keep your tongue down."
She had evidently more experience with giving blow jobs than I have.
"Breath through your nose."
What other choice did I have? Suffocate? She pushed in again. Hell, I can't deepthroat. Luckily, she didn't push too far. She pulled out, pushed back in again, and kept repeating. I smelled her arousal.
"Ooh, you're a natural."
She smeared her pussy juices over the strap-on and continued.
"I think I keep you as a personal fluffer. You know, get my boyfriends hard so they can fuck me good, then clean them up and get them hard again so they can fuck me more."
She breathed heavier, "Guys with big dicks who can pound me good."
She smeared more pussy juices over the strap-on, "Not that excuse of a dick you're hiding."
She face-fucked me some more. Then she started to spasm. I'm not sure if it was an orgasm.
She lay on the bed, exhausted, sweating, smelling, those gorgeous breasts moving up and down with her breathing. The strap-on was obscenely sticking up.
After a few minutes, she caught her breath.
"Don't go anywhere, honey. I'm going to get Leroy."
Wait, what, Leroy? Who is Leroy? She wouldn't fuck some other guy, would she? I heard the front door. Then, more ruffling. The bedroom door opened a bit, and she put her head around the corner.