She came in holding papers I recognized as the one I ripped from my ex’s diary describing our sexual exploits in great detail.
She waved them in the air with one hand on her hip, “Why would you keep this from me?” I didn’t respond.
After a few awkward moments of silence a smile broke across her face. She wagged her finer at me in mock severity saying, “You’ve been a bad boy (punctuated with a girlish giggle) and I want to know all the dirty little details!” and with that she jumped up on the bed and snuggled next to me.
I felt awkward and was still unresponsive.
She noticed my apprehension and put me at ease by saying, “You didn’t confide in me because you were probably worried about what I might think - right?”
I nodded yes.
She continued, “Well there’s no need for that because I almost came in my panties when I read those pages. I got sooo hot ”
I experienced a mixture of surprise and relief.
After another moment of silence, “So … is what I read really true?” I thought for a moment then nodded yes. She just said, “Wild!”
She appeared to be in deep thought, “So … how long has it been … since … well you know … you had it up the ass?”
I said not since I broke up with my ex.
She looked at me intensely with raised eyebrows then asked, “Have you ever been with a man?”
I became defensive saying, “I’m not gay!”
She gave me her disarming smile, grabbed my crotch, and said, “I know that baby. I know that firsthand (she gave my crotch a gentle squeeze). But that doesn’t mean you can’t experiment does it? (I didn’t say anything) Being curious and experimenting doesn’t commit you to a lifestyle does it?”
Acknowledging her logic I agreed. Overcoming my reluctance to talk, I told her I hadn’t been with a man but did occasionally fantasized about it.
That sparked her interest and another round of questions, “When you fantasize what does he … or they look like?”
I stammered, “They?”
She licked her lips, “Yeah, you know you could take on more than one at a time (she paused for effect).”
I was getting aroused and just said, “Big.”
She asked, “Big muscle wise or something … else (with that she gave a wicked smile).”
I replied, “You know.”
She pursed her lips together and tilted her head to one side and gave a long puzzled hum, “You mean big as in hung don’t you?”
I nodded as she continued, “So you’re a little cock whore. You don’t care what they look like as long as their packing monster man meat.” She looked down at my rising erection and said, “It looks like all this talking is getting you hot and bothered. I’ll have to do something about that. I would be remiss in my duties if I let you go unsatisfied. So baby, will you be my bottom bitch?”
I nodded yes.
She jumped up went to her dresser and pulled out several items laying them on the bed, “Put these on and I’ll be right back.” With that said she went out of the bedroom as I held up a pair of black silk thong panties. I could tell she had gotten them for me. I smiled to myself as I put them on wondering what she was up to. Next, I pulled up the garter belt and rolled on the fancy black lace-top stockings attaching them to the garter. I was admiring myself in the mirror when she came back in.
The room suddenly closed in on me it felt like a blast furnace. I had a wide-eyed expression of astonishment at seeing her completely naked except for a large life-like strapon cock jutting menacingly from her crotch. She rocked her hips back and forth causing the pendulous appendage to swing up and down. It had me mesmerized and so excited I tented out the front of my panties.
She said, “What do you think baby? I got it just for you … or should I say you nice tight little ass.”
I stammered, “It’s so big.”
She replied, “You aren’t exactly cherry plus I read you’re a real size queen and like ‘em big. This will feel like the first time. Don’t worry I’ll be gentle … for awhile.” She grabbed hold of her cock and fisted it back and forth as she crossed the room. She embraced me passionately giving me a long deep kiss. I could feel her cock against my inner thigh as she grouped my ass. The seal of our lips broke then she pushed down on my shoulders until I was on my knees.
I looked up at her as she made a lewd stroking gesture toward her mouth, poking her cheek out with her tongue, giving the imitation of giving head. She placed her hand on my head, moved her fingers though my hair, getting a good grip then pulled me forward until the tip just touched my lips. I lolly-popped it then licked the shaft down one side then the other as she gave me encouragement. I tea bagged the fake balls then began a coordinated stroking and sucking motion.
She looked at me with fevered lust filled eyes and hissed, “That’s it baby suck that cock! Feels like the real thing doesn’t it … oh that’s right you haven’t had a real one … yet.”
I paused momentarily looking up at her and said, “Yet?”