Just after my relationship ended with my girlfriend, she began spreading the word that I loved to be fucked by her strap on. Word like that travels at an unbelievable pace. In no time at all, it felt as if everyone I knew had heard the news. When I learned what she had been telling people, I thought my world would come to an end. Obviously, that was something I didn't want just anyone to know. It took me nearly a whole year before I began hinting about it with her, and she was my girlfriend at the time! I was beginning to consider moving to different town when the most surprising thing happened.
I began getting phone calls from her friends asking if it was true. Most times they wouldn't even let me answer before informing me how hot they thought that was. A few of them even told me that they would love to take a strap on to a guy sometime. I wasn't sure if they were hinting they wanted to do it to me, or their significant other.
That changed when I picked up the phone to be greeted by Mrs. Walsh's voice. She was the aunt of my ex. I'd met her on a several different occasions. She didn't waste any time when she asked if I'd meet her for coffee that same afternoon. I'd always found Mrs. Walsh captivating. She had a way of attracting my attention. The way she held herself and looked at me, it was as if she could see right through me. A few times the looks she gave me even frightened me a little. Without hesitation, I readily agreed to meet with her.
I arrived at the coffee shop 15 minutes early to find Mrs. Walsh already seated with a steaming cup in front of her. She wasn't a typical beauty. She was a full-figured lady of about 45 years. Her jet black hair hung down her back in big waves. Her skin was pale and flawless, completely free of freckles or blemishes. Her eyes were light blue and framed with long lashes. Her chest was massive and protruded out farther than her belly, both of which kept her from sitting too close to the table. Her hips were wide and overhung the sides of the chair. She wasn't sloppy looking, she dressed in a business suit. Black pants, black jacket and white blouse. When she rose to greet me, I noticed her shiny black heels had a skinny heel that elevated her even higher above me. Mrs. Walsh was nearly a full head taller than me and at least twice as wide.
Over the next hour we spent together that afternoon, Mrs. Walsh told me she was aware of my love of being taken by a strap-on. She also told me she had fucked a guy while in college with one. While staring right into my eyes she told me she would love the opportunity to put a strap-on to good use on me. When she asked if I would be interested in an arrangement like that, all I could do was slowly nod my head up and down. She smiled and told me she'd be at my door the following day at 5:00pm. There was a little chit-chat after she'd made the date with me, but it soon ended and she insisted on driving me home in her big, black, plush Buick. Sitting beside her in the passenger's seat of that big car, I began to feel even more inferior around her.
The next day at work, I faked being sick so I could have time to prepare for my 'date' with Mrs. Walsh. On my way home I picked up a disposable enema, a flowery scented douche, some fresh lubricant and some wet wipes from the pharmacy. I'm pretty sure the lady at the register gave me a wink while counting back my change. I was so excited about what the evening held in store for me that her wink didn't even make me blush, I don't think?
Once home, I changed the sheets on my bed, they were washed the week before, but I wanted everything to be perfect. I then stripped, gave myself an enema, then the douche so I'd smell nice down there. I then took a long hot bath, shaved away what little body hair I had, and washed my entire body twice. After drying myself, I rubbed my body down with two coats of moisturizing lotion and slipped into the short, silky black robe my ex left behind when she moved out.
It goes without saying, but I had a million butterflies in my stomach and every single nerve ending in my body went off at once, when I heard a soft knock on the door. I tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole. Mrs. Walsh was standing there waiting for me to answer. I stepped back and opened the door for her. She nodded her head approvingly when she saw me in the robe. My desperate eyes wandered over her while she stood in the hallway. Her long black hair was pulled up into a tight bun on the back of her head. She wasn't wearing much make up, she didn't need it. The flowery, sleeveless summer dress she wore emphasized all the right places. Her gigantic chest and wide hips pushed against the layer of cotton in a way that was hard to tear my eyes away from. Standing there nibbling my lower lip when I realized she was still in the hallway. I know I blushed a little and quickly invited her inside.
As soon as she closed the door behind her, she got right down to business, "So, where will I be fucking you? The bedroom? Or right here?"
I was caught off guard, I wasn't expecting her to be so direct. After stuttering and stammering for a few seconds I squeaked, "Um, wherever you want to."
She didn't even look at me while she set her rather large bag down on my kitchenette table. Her hand disappeared for a moment inside the bag and when it came out it was holding a black strap-on that was a little thicker and much longer than the one her niece had fucked me with on numerous occasions. Mrs. Walsh's strap-on was also shaped like a real penis complete with a rather large scrotum, which would be new for me too. She set that rubber cock down on the table I ate at every night. And while still standing just inside my door, she bent at the hips and undid the buttons on her summer dress all the way up to her waist. For the first time I got a glimpse of those thighs, one of which was roughly as big as both of my thighs. Grabbing the strap-on, she stepped into the straps and pulled it up her legs.
She stood before me in that pretty dress with a big black cock jutting out from her waist. I swear I almost squirted just seeing her stand there like that. She placed her hands on her hips before stating one simple word, "Robe." She slowly raised her hand, palm up waiting for me. Up until that moment, a grand total of 3 people had ever seen me naked, her niece, my doctor and my mother when I was really young. Needless to say, I was suddenly tremendously nervous. It took every bit of courage I had to untie that silky belt, slide the robe off my shoulders and then lay it across her hand. I thought I might throw up for a minute there. But I accomplished the task, and I only covered myself up with my hands for a moment.
Mrs. Walsh barely took notice of my erection or my hairless body. She stared into my eyes and said, "I think the bedroom will be nice for our first time together. Lead the way."
I spun around and before I even took a step, Mrs. Walsh slapped my right cheek really hard. I jumped and made a funny high pitched noise before I almost ran into my bedroom. The lubricant was on the nightstand right beside the wet wipes. When she noticed how prepared I was, she smiled for the first time since she arrived.
After patting the bed with her hand, she said, "Face down, ass up right here."
