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“Oh fuck!”
A cry of pleasure was torn from my throat, my voice already trembling with pure and unstoppable lust from what was happening. There I was, wearing nothing but a bra, on all fours in the middle of my friend Ella’s bed. And my boyfriend Jeff was standing behind me, his cock buried inside me, moaning with pleasure as he thrust back-and-forth, bringing us both an ever-escalating cascade of physical bliss. I still hadn’t come, but I knew I was getting close. Warm juices were spreading down my thighs, pulled out of my dripping sex by Jeff’s invading cock, and it only lubricated the motion between us, making it feel even more incredible. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, inflaming us both with desperate passion, and I flung my body back to meet his oncoming thrusts, desperate to feel him as deep inside me as he could possibly go, desperate for that orgasm I was chasing, the one that had been building inside me ever since my friend ordered my boyfriend to go down on me in front of her.
But that wasn’t what made me cry out, not at that particular moment. Instead, that came from the way Jeff’s cock suddenly jumped inside me, the way his body lurched against mine. Because Ella was standing just behind my boyfriend, punishing him for the simple fact of being a male, for having a cock that didn’t meet her definition of being big enough. I had no complaints about Jeff’s cock, his size, or his stamina. But my dominatrix friend was set on humiliating my boyfriend, and it turned me on more than I would ever have believed possible.
She had a whip of some kind. I didn’t know exactly what it was. From my position on my hands and knees on the bed with my back to both her and my boyfriend, I couldn’t see that clearly. After all, I knew it didn’t matter. Ella was going to do whatever she was going to do, whatever she felt like doing in the moment. That, along with her body tightly wrapped in revealing skintight latex, was what made her so irresistibly sexy. She was punishing my boyfriend, and instead of feeling sorry for him, instead of making even the slightest attempt to stop her, to intervene on his behalf, I was enjoying it. I was getting off on it. As she struck him on the ass, the sound reverberating in the throbbing air of the bedroom, and I enjoyed the way his cock jumped inside me. I enjoyed the way the pain seemed to make him want to work harder to please me, the way he plunged his manhood inside me as if that pleasure could help him ignore his pain. It was an unbelievable thrill to be part of this game of Ella’s devising. I had never wanted to play like this, never been interested in bringing any kind of pain into the bedroom. But now, my sexy friend was showing me just how amazing it could be, and already, I felt like I was learning to enjoy it.
I cried out again as I heard another loud slap against Jeff’s ass, as I felt his cock surge inside me again. Ella was giving him a solid beating, and between his moans of pleasure, I could hear his cries of pain. They only seemed to spur her on to be even more cruel, just as they spurred me on to want even more sex. Everything was building to a wild climax, one unlike any I had had before, and I was torn by conflicting desires. Wanting to reach that high peak of ecstasy, but also not wanting this blissful moment to end.
Ella struck again, another loud crack reverberating in the swarming air of the bedroom. And again, I gasped in selfish pleasure as Jeff’s cock surged inside me. He let out a long groan, of pain or pleasure or both, and I felt his cock growing fatter than ever inside me, pressing insistently against the wet walls of my pussy.
That was it. For whatever reason, that was it, exactly what I needed. I let out a long cry of pleasure, holding nothing back, letting everyone in the room know exactly how good I was feeling. And my pussy spasmed around Jeff’s cock, the juices flowing in a wild torrent out of my body, and I howled like an animal as I finally reached the orgasm that had been promised to me for so long now, seeming to fill my world with the rumor of its approach.
It went on a long time. Long enough to leave me gasping in total bliss, to leave me shaking with the pure pleasure of wild sex. And as my pussy tightened around him, I heard Jeff let out a long moan too, and this time there was no doubt. It was pure pleasure he was feeling, pure bliss, even as his ass ached from the blows of Ella’s weapons against his bruised skin. But Ella didn’t stop. Even as my pleasure peaked, she brought her whip cracking down on my boyfriend’s ass again, and his long noise of pleasure turned into one of pain as she gave him the hardest blow yet, as if to punish him for doing exactly what we wanted from him. As if to reward him with pain for the pleasure he had given me. Ella, of course, had her own ideas about how the scene should go. And there was no doubting that my dominatrix friend was firmly in charge of what happened next.
I moaned again as the sensations inside me changed. I let out a gasp as Jeff’s cock suddenly withdrew. I turned again to look over my shoulder and saw Ella with her free hand on his chest, pushing him back, away from me. In the other, she held a black riding crop, the kind people use to discipline horses, and my pussy, empty now and missing the feel of Jeff’s manhood inside me, clenched on the empty air as I looked at my friend from behind, the laces of her corset rising like a ladder up her supple back, her tiny waist bracketed by the swell of her breasts and the curves of her shining ass revealed more than they were concealed by the tight latex that covered it. She looked as darkly radiant as ever, manhandling my boyfriend, and even though I wanted more, even though I craved the blissful feeling of having him inside me, it never even crossed my mind to resist what Ella wanted. It was such a relief to let her take control, so thrilling to not have to think about anything, but to simply do what my sexy friend said. I had never really understood the appeal of giving up control in the bedroom like that, but Ella was quickly teaching me just how much fun it could be. And she did it with such style, such attitude, so that it came to seem almost normal. It came to feel like I couldn’t argue with her, like she was absolutely right to do what she did. It was a performance that couldn’t fail to impress me, even as I crouched there shuddering on the bed, glowing with orgasm and yet still craving more.
“Come here, panty boy,” Ella said with her usual cruel tone, and again, I couldn’t keep myself from laughing. Moving on the bed, I turned and sat down, shockwaves of pleasure still making me tremble as I watched my friend manhandle my boyfriend. Her hand on his chest and her whip in her hand to ensure compliance, Ella pushed Jeff back toward the foot of the bed and had him stand by the footboard, staring at me. Leaving him there, she crossed her bedroom in a few long strides, returning to her closet. When she came back, I saw she had a length of rope in her hand. She tucked the riding crop under her arm and began to tie the rope around my boyfriend’s cock and balls, making him wince as she pulled it tight, then wrapped it around the footboard of her bed, binding him in place by the cock that still pointed at me, still shining with my juices, still throbbing in the air and desperate for pleasure that now, it seemed, Ella had decided he wouldn’t get.
“Was that good? Having your loser boyfriend’s tiny little cock inside you?” Ella said as she turned to me. Her words were cruel, but the smile on her beautiful face was infectious. She looked so beautiful with her blue eyes shining and her red lips lifted in that smile, those little bursts of color contrasting with the stark black of her hair and her outfit. No wonder men let her treat them any way she wanted to. No wonder they were seemingly willing to bow down before her and worship her like the goddess she was. She was so sexy, so powerful, so in control, and she never seem to doubt herself, not even for a moment.
“Yeah, it was good,” I said truthfully. Ella, still smiling, slowly shook her head so that the ends of her hair brushed over the latex shining on her shoulders.
“Maybe if you never had any good dick in your life,” she said. “Clearly, you need to learn what a real orgasm is. God, it’s lucky I’m here. Lucky you guys came round today so I can show you what actual sex looks like.”
Tossing her riding crop carelessly down on the bed, Ella turned again, heading back toward the closet. I watched her go, watched her body swaying, watched the light reflecting off the latex outfit she wore, and I felt again that strange surge of arousal I had been feeling ever since we came to her house and she answered the front door looking like this. Tentatively, I picked up the riding crop from where it lay on the bed. I could feel Jeff’s eyes locked on me, following my every move. Smiling at him, I hefted the crop in my hand. And, unable to resist the temptation, I reached out with it, trailing the leather flap on its end over the boiling network of veins on his hard cock until he shuddered with total bliss.
“Here we go,” Ella said. Caught up in teasing my boyfriend, I had barely noticed her approaching. But now she stood at the side of the bed, and I gasped to see what she held in her hand. A big dildo in an unmissable bright blue color, the impressive shaft augmented by an almost feathery little attachment at the base. I watched, and I knew that Jeff was watching too as Ella opened a bottle of lube and smeared it over the toy with her hand. Then, setting the bottle down on the floor, she climbed onto the bed where I sat, holding the toy in her hands. I knew what she was going to do. And even though it seemed completely outrageous, even though it made my heart vibrate with shock and disbelief and nervousness, again, I let it happen. As if it never occurred to me to resist her. As if it was impossible to deny what this dominant woman wanted. Seemingly more than willing to be nothing but playthings for Ella’s sadistic tendencies.
After all, so far at least, it had brought me nothing but pleasure.
“Lie down, sexy,” Ella said in a soft voice as she kneeled above me. And I did. Directed by her, I lay back on the bed, turning so that I was facing my helpless boyfriend. Clearly, Ella wanted him to have the best view possible. She didn’t want him to miss a moment of what she was about to do to me. And as she told me to spread my legs, I did, feeling Jeff looking at the pussy I knew he must still be able to taste in his mouth, the one that made his cock strain and throb even in the ropes Ella had tied around it. He was helpless, and from the look on his face and the occasional moans that rose from his throat, I knew that the show me and Ella were putting on was driving him crazy. And it felt good. It felt good to be this desired, this wanted, this powerful. I might be naked and spread out in front of him, but he couldn’t touch me, and that made me feel sexier than I ever imagined it would have. It was such a thrill to be like this, so cruel and withholding, so evil and so selfish. As strange as it was, I felt in some ways closer than ever to Jeff as I helped Ella tease and humiliate him for the pure sexual thrill of it.
Ella kneeled at my side, close to my head. She didn’t want to block Jeff’s view in any way. And she leaned forward, one hand on my thigh for balance as she held the toy against my pussy. Slowly, carefully, she pressed against it, and I groaned at the feeling of the head of the toy pressing against me.
Slowly, Ella pushed it further. Her latex catsuit groaned around her body as she leaned forward, the swell of her breasts under the rubbery fabric catching the light and showing off that incredible body of hers. But that wasn’t what I was focused on. As she continued to press the toy into me, I groaned in pleasure and gasped in surprise. It was big. I already knew that just from looking at it. But now, feeling it in my most intimate place, it felt so much bigger than it looked. My pussy expanded to take the tip of the toy inside, but still, it kept getting bigger. My sex stretched to accommodate it, and I cried out. I wasn’t in pain, but it almost felt like it was just around the corner. The pleasure was so intense that it was easy to imagine it turning painful at any moment.
And Ella kept pressing forward. Not hard, not fast. But insistently. As she did, she murmured under her breath, as if encouraging me to take it all. And I did. I lay there with my legs spread, and the toy slid between my trembling lips, and as I took it, inch by inch, I knew that I had never felt so full in my life. It stretched me out, pressing the wet walls of my sex apart in a way I felt nothing ever had before, and my eyes rolled in my head as every nerve of my body lit up. I knew what Ella was doing. I knew that this was what she wanted. But that didn’t change the fact that it was true. That didn’t change the fact that what she was doing was feeding me with pure ecstasy, lighting me up with unbelievable bliss.
Ella kept pushing. And as the toy reached deep inside me, it seemed like it would go on forever. It was reaching parts of me no one ever had, parts of me I never knew existed. Finally, it bottomed out, reaching the limits of my womanhood, the limits of what I could take. And I lay there panting, slowly opening my eyes to see Ella beaming down at me, and beyond her, Jeff, watching in disbelief, his eyes fixed between my legs as he stared at my stuffed pussy, unable to do anything about it.
“Look at that, Tiny,” Ella said, turning her smiling face toward my boyfriend to tease him again. “That’s what a woman really wants. That’s what a real cock does to us. Look at it. Look at how it’s stretching her out. You’ve never done that to her. You’ve never made her feel this good. Tell us how it feels, Sam. Tell us how good it feels to finally have your pussy filled the way it’s supposed to be.”
I burst out laughing at Ella’s cruel words, the laughter that came from shock and surprise as much as it did from amusement. But my voice gave me away. My laughter soon turned to a groan of pleasure, one I couldn’t help. There was nothing fake about it, no playacting, even though I was acutely conscious that in a way, the two of us were putting on a show for my boyfriend. This was real. The pleasure, the feeling of fullness, was so intense I barely dared to move. But I raised my head from the mattress to look down over my body at Jeff, to see his handsome face staring at me with a clouded expression of shock and lust and desire and jealousy.
“Oh my God, it feels so good,” I said, and while Jeff groaned in frustration, Ella laughed in pure sadistic joy.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Ella said. “It must be nice to finally be full for once in your life. Now, that should take a moment for you to get used to it. And then we can really have some fun.”
Another groan escaped me as I lay there with my legs spread, my breasts heaving in the bra I still wore as I panted, trying to adjust to the massive toy inside me. Ella was right about that. I had never felt quite like this, never felt so filled by anything. And I had never imagined that a toy might be a substitute for a real living person, but with the way this one was making me feel, I was starting to reconsider. Then again, it was the situation I was in, too. Being on display like this, teased by my sexy friend and dangled in front of my boyfriend like a prize he couldn’t have. That was enough to turn any woman’s head, enough to get my body dancing in desire even before Ella brought this oversized toy to the bed. Combine the two, and I was in some strange kind of ecstasy.
Her hands still on my upper thigh, Ella reached between my legs. This new intimacy between us was so strange. We had been best friends for years, and the two of us had almost no secrets from each other. But we had never gone this far, never even dreamed of doing something like this. Yet somehow, it felt strangely natural. It felt right, if only because it felt so damn good. And as Ella grabbed hold of the base of the toy, pulling gently on it, I let out another moan of pleasure. My pussy spasmed around the shaft, as if it didn’t want to let go, and already, I felt another orgasm growing inside me. Already, just from having it in me, not even moving. And even the slight movement of Ella gently tugging on it was enough to send a shockwave of pleasure through me.
My friend grinned down at me, clearly knowing exactly what I was experiencing in that moment. No doubt this was exactly what she planned.
“What do you say, pretty lady?” she said. “Want me to fuck you with this big cock?”
“Oh my God, yes, Ella, please!”
Again, there was no acting here, no thought of putting on a show. The words burst out of my mouth before I could stop them, if I even wanted to stop them. There I was, lying in Ella’s bed, basically naked and begging her for sex. And my boyfriend stood there with his throbbing cock pointing up at the ceiling, watching it all. Watching his own humiliation, his own inadequacy on display there in front of us all. Rejected in favor of a toy, a senseless lump of silicone. There was no way to miss the powerful imagery of it all, even for me as I lay there on the bed, brimming with pleasure. I knew Jeff wouldn’t miss any of it.
“Good girl,” Ella said softly, and even that forced another faint moan out of my throat. Even that made my pussy spasm even more around the toy. And as Ella took firm hold on the base of the dildo, as she leaned over my body to get better leverage, as she began to move the fat object in and out, I couldn’t contain myself. I let out a long scream of pleasure, my pussy clenching desperately around the toy that felt at times like it was splitting me apart, and I grabbed the bed sheets I lay on, my legs trembling and thrashing as I spread them even wider to take Ella’s toy inside.
It was incredible. I knew she said it just to make fun of my boyfriend, but what Ella said was true. I had never been filled like that. And as she moved the dildo, slowly but steadily increasing the pace, pleasure erupted inside me. Ecstasy flooded my brain, blissful chemicals drowning out all sense, all inhibition, every bit of restraint I might have had. This was all that mattered now. This was everything. Right there on Ella’s bed, spread out for the pleasure of her and my poor teased boyfriend, I gave into the powerful sensations that were filling me. I surrender myself to another orgasm, a shuddering swell that felt strong enough to lift me off the bed, to make me float in mid air, to make light leap from every pore of my skin until I filled the room like some screaming sun.
As I came down from my climax, the toy was still inside me. I lay in a spreading pool of my own juices, a dark pool on the sheet beneath me, and I knew that everyone in the room had no doubt about what just happened. My boyfriend had just watched my best friend give me an orgasm, and in the state I was in, awash with bliss, glowing with orgasm, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it all meant. I was always completely straight, and as sexy as Ella undeniably was, I wasn’t attracted to her in that way. But knowing that she had been the architect of this blissful explosion, knowing that this woman had just given me one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, was playing all kinds of interesting tricks on my psyche.
And Ella seemed to enjoy it. Her pretty face beamed down at me, her glowing blue eyes flickering over every detail of my expression, desperate to take it all in.
“Looks like you enjoyed that, sexy,” she said.
“Oh my God, Ella, I did,” I said, looking up at my friend with glowing eyes. I knew what she was doing, of course. I knew that everything she said was calculated to further tease and frustrate my boyfriend. But I didn’t care. Or maybe, even worse, I did. Maybe I was coming to enjoy torturing him just as much as she did. Maybe, thanks to the outrageous pleasure she was giving me, I was learning to be as sadistic as she was. That thought sent a strange feeling of nervousness fluttering in my stomach again, but it was no match for the bliss I was still feeling. I wasn’t going to argue. And I got the feeling that Ella knew that perfectly well.
“Well, that’s nothing,” she said. “I know this pencil dick has never satisfied you in his life. Not really. But I can. You want me to show you what a real orgasm feels like? You want me to show you what a real dick can do?”
I stared up her, overcome by the words coming out between her bright red lips. Overcome, too, by this wild desire, this unbelievable pleasure. Overcome by the strange scene we were in, the perversity of it all, the sheer deviant sexiness of being so cruel and mocking. It was all too much. Just like Ella wanted, I was awash in powerful hormones I couldn’t resist, and they made me behave in a way I would never have imagined I could. They made me stop caring about anything else except the pleasure she offered.
“Yes, Ella, please,” I groaned.
Ella’s smile deepened.
Reaching down between my legs, she flicked a switch at the bottom of the toy. It began to vibrate, and I howled in unbelievable pleasure, my pussy spasming against it once again. But Ella pushed hard on the base, pushing it all away inside me so that the feathery appendage buzzed against my swollen clit. Stimulated in two ways at once, I thrashed on the bed, alive with pleasure. And Ella sat back on her knees, watching the show for a moment, smiling down at me to know what she had done.
Instantly, I felt another orgasm building inside me. Overcome with pleasure like I was, I barely noticed as she moved on the bed, inching away from me. Climbing off the mattress, she headed back toward her closet. But I barely listened, and didn’t watch. I closed my eyes, gripping my breasts through my bra, squirming on the bed as I abandoned myself to pleasure completely. Another orgasm shook my body, my wild cries of passion reverberating in Ella’s bedroom, and when I came to again, once more conscious of my surroundings, I opened my eyes to see Ella had climbed back onto the mattress with me.
This time, she positioned herself between my legs. She reached for the buzzing toy, and I groaned in disappointment as she slid it out of my dripping pussy. It was only as she held the base against herself that I saw she was now wearing a kind of leather harness around her hips, over the catsuit she already wore. There was a slot at the front of the harness, positioned between her legs, and as I watched her slide the toy into it, I groaned in disbelief. Because now the blue dildo rose from my friend’s body as if it were a part of her, an unrealistic fake cock that nevertheless we all knew could give me real pleasure. And as Ella positioned herself between my legs, hooking her arms under my thighs and lifting my legs up onto her shoulders, I knew what was about to happen. My best friend was about to fuck me, right there in front of my boyfriend. And I was too caught up in pleasure to protest for even a moment.
Ella leaned forward. The buzzing head of the dildo pressed once again against my dripping lips, and I moaned as I welcomed it inside. Ella thrust forward, and the feeling of delicious fullness was, if anything, even more intense now, even though the juices of my pussy lubricated it so well. And the maddening buzzing drove me onward, making me thrash and scream, driving me toward another powerful orgasm as Ella fucked me.