It was night already when I got home. I excitedly burst through my door dressed in a tight black dress, fishnet stockings and big fuck me heels. The skirt of the dress was so short and tight you could tell I wasn't wearing any underwear, especially with my hard on poking through causing a bump on it. On my head I wore a long blonde wig which was the opposite of my natural hair, which was medium length an black. I had makeup on too, eyeliner, deep red eye shadow and matching lipstick. From a distance during my evening walk dressed up, I was certain people thought I was just a cheap whore.
I entered my bedroom and dove for the drawer that held my dildo. It was 9 inches long and a light pink in colour, once I had my "boyfriend" for the night in my hand I lifted up my dress so my dick and ass were exposed. My dick was already throbbing from being pressed against the tight dress. I positioned myself in front of my mirror, lubed my ass and slowly descended on the rubber cock.
I watched myself taking it all in. 'Like a dirty little whore.' I thought to myself. I started bouncing on the dildo, taking it all the way in and pulling almost out again. Within minutes I was riding my "boyfriend" hard and fast, moaning light and loud like a slut. Between my moans I called my dildo 'daddy' 'master' and all other kinds of names, letting the fake cock I was riding dominate me.
I drew close to orgasm and quickly grabbed a small glass. I held it over my bouncing erect dick as I squirted my cummies into it. Once I was done cumming I lifted myself off my dildo, fell to my knees and looked myself in the eyes as I drank the cum. It tasted very sweet but was in now way as thick as a real man's cum. It was cum nonetheless, and to me that was enough. I took a moment to look my freshly fucked body over, my dress clung even tighter to my small, slim form. Drool covered my chin and hung down in little strings off my face. I really was a filthy slut.
Once my play time was over I took the dildo and glass to my ensuite. I washed them both in the sink while I wiped off my makeup and stripped naked. I left my wig and whore clothes on the floor out of exhaustion and fell onto my bed totally naked. I used the last of my energy to pull the covers over me. I laid on my front and within minutes the sweet embrace of sleep took me away.
I was woken abruptly with my hands being pulled behind my back. It was cold, like my covers had been taken off and thrown aside. As I stirred further I realised there were hands holding my wrists, big strong hands. Who did they belong to? How did they get into my house?