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I had never had sex like it. I mean, honestly, that’s an understatement. Of course I had never done anything like this. I had never been with a woman before, any woman. I had never even imagined being with my best friend. I knew Ella was sexy, of course, and even if I hadn’t, it would’ve been undeniable once I saw her in that skintight black latex catsuit and those fuck-me boots she was wearing. But I’m not attracted to girls. I can admire a woman’s beauty without wanting to have her. Which was what made the phenomenal sex I was having with Ella that much more powerful.
It was intense. There was a raw passion to what we were doing that almost blew my mind. Ella moved on top of me, her whole body shining in the clinging latex, and she was alternately gentle and hard, giving and selfish, tender and ruthless. She played my body like it was a musical instrument, and she was an absolute virtuoso. She was gorgeous and sexy and dominant and demanding, and yet thoroughly feminine all at the same time, and it was astonishing to see what this woman could do.
Not to mention that cock of hers. That relentless toy that never stopped buzzing and would never get soft, that plunged in and out of me over and over again until I lost track of time, until I lost track of everything, until I felt like I could no longer think with the pure ecstasy that filled me as my body rocked to multiple orgasms.
The first one came quick. Ella had barely gotten the toy inside me before the vibrating appendage on the bottom of the toy did its work on my clit. I spasmed and howled, thrashing in the bed as pleasure overtook me, and even though I never forgot that my boyfriend was watching, not even for a moment, I wasn’t putting on a show for him. I didn’t need to. Inside that wild scene, it was hard to even think straight, hard to even think about how it must look from the outside. But it occurred to me even then that I had probably never made noises like that before. I had probably never made sounds like that in bed, not with Jeff. I felt confident he would notice that.
And Ella didn’t give me long to recover. She slowed her movements down as my pussy tightened around her toy in the spasm of orgasm, but only for a moment. Soon, she was back at it again, thrusting that tireless toy deep inside my body and giving me sensations I could hardly even begin to describe.
And the toy kept up its insistent buzzing, sending irresistible waves of pleasure and excitement through my body. It wasn’t fair on Jeff, really. No man could compete with that. No man I had ever met had a cock that size that also vibrated at the perfect frequency to light up my whole body with pleasure like that. No man on earth had a cock that would never go soft, that would continue giving me pleasure just as long as I wanted it to. Just as long as Ella wanted it to. That obscene appendage, combined with her unspeakably sexy outfit, made my friend seem somehow more than human. Better than that, superior to everyone. Including, of course, my poor helpless boyfriend.
Jeff just watched. After all, what other choice did the poor guy have? Ella was going to do whatever she wanted, and clearly, this was what she wanted. To fuck me right in front of the man I loved, to show him how she could give me pleasure unlike any I had ever had with him. Even now, I feel a faint twinge of guilt saying that, even just thinking it. But it was true. And Jeff knew it just as well as I did. It was unmissable, unmistakable. You’d have to be both blind and deaf not to know it. Everything was going Ella’s way. And mine too, I guess. After all, I was the one having multiple orgasms with a gorgeous woman who seemed to never grow tired of fucking me.
Ella started out on top of me, kneeling close to the foot of the bed with her back turned toward Jeff and my legs hooked over her shoulders. That way, I could take her deep inside, and I moaned and groaned at every thrust, feeling that oversized toy spreading me apart, making me howl in unbelievable bliss. Ella gave me three whole orgasms like that, thrusting remorselessly inside me, her latex catsuit creaking with her movements, her big cock filling me completely until it felt like I was losing my senses.
But even after that, she wasn’t done.
I groaned and shivered as my third orgasm slowly receded, and groaned some more as Ella pulled back, her cock sliding out of my ravaged pussy. I missed it already. Without its thrilling size inside me, I felt almost hollow. But I needn’t have worried, because my sexy dominatrix friend was nowhere near done with me.
“Turn over,” Ella said, smiling down at me. Her blue eyes shone like polished jewels as she grinned, and I saw her hand reach down, stroking the big blue cock she wore as if it were really a part of her. The juices of my multiple orgasms shone on her skin, and I felt another tremor of wild lust race through my body just from looking at her. She was incredible. She was like some dark goddess controlling us all, and honestly, it never even crossed my mind to do anything other than exactly what she said.
My muscles were tired from spasming in pleasure, but I did as I was told. I rolled over, and Ella directed me up onto my hands and knees again. One hand on my shoulder, she guided my movements on the bed, encouraging me to turn around, to move toward where she had been at the foot of the bed. To face Jeff. I realized then with a little shiver of sadistic glee what she had in mind. And I welcomed it. This new and unexpectedly cruel part of myself, the part that suddenly understood what I had never understood before, just how fun it could be to have total sexual power over another person, even someone you loved, thrilled to the thought of what Ella proposed.
And that was the best part; it was all her idea. All I had to do was go along with what she said. I didn’t even have to blame myself. I could blame it all on the sexy goddess who made us both into her playthings that day and escape responsibility for my own actions. I could lose myself completely in this wild and unexpected joy, this kinky game that thrilled me like nothing else. My dominatrix friend had given me a real gift. Even though I didn’t know at that moment just how much she was giving me, I understood even then that this changed everything.
Where Ella had me positioned on my hands and knees on the bed, I was looking right at Jeff. And in my heightened state of arousal, my eyes traveled over his body with undisguised lust. I admired the lean muscles that showed through the skin, the diagonal lines of his lower stomach pointing the way to his cock that throbbed desperately right in front of me, bound to the bed frame by evil Ella. His hands tied behind his back, he stood there like an ornament, like a piece of meat, like an object. But of course, that wasn’t really true. If he hadn’t felt anything, there would hardly be any point in him being there at all. No, it was the tease, the jealousy, the cruelty we were inflicting on him that made the sex so hot. I mean, getting fucked by Ella while she wore that outfit and that huge vibrating strap-on would have been an unbelievable physical thrill anyway. But doing it like this, right in front of my boyfriend, torturing him with his inability to do anything about it and his inability to compete with the woman who was giving me such enormous pleasure, was the secret formula behind this unreal excitement.
As I looked at Jeff, I smiled. His eyes met mine. He didn’t smile back. He didn’t say a word either. But the look on his face told me everything I needed to know. He was so turned on, so excited by everything that was happening. Even if I hadn’t seen his cock throbbing right in front of me to tell me how he felt, I would’ve seen it all right there from the look in his eyes. He was transfixed by what was happening, rendered speechless by the show going on in front of him. I knew that my boyfriend, just like me, had never experienced anything like this before. Ella was taking us both to a place we had never been before, a strange world of deviant pleasure we had barely imagined. And Jeff, tied up and helpless as he was, was right there with me, watching the whole show.
He had a front row seat to this next part. To the whole thing, really. To his own betrayal. Funny I didn’t think of it that way at the time. I didn’t think of it as if I was cheating on Jeff and making him watch as I did it. The thought never entered my head. I was too caught up in it, I guess, too excited by this unbelievable new development to really think through what it actually all meant. For me in that moment, there was only pleasure, and that was exactly how Ella wanted me to feel.
I felt her hands on my hips as she kneeled behind me, but I didn’t turn around to look. Instead, I kept my eyes on Jeff, smiling up at him as I arched my back and spread my legs, welcoming Ella inside. Her huge fake cock felt like it was splitting me open again, and now I closed my eyes, roaring with pleasure as I did, letting the noise of my passion fill the room the way Ella’s cock filled my dripping pussy. She eased herself all the way in, pushing forward with her hips as the dildo slid inside, and I gasped from my open mouth, feeling as if it would never stop, as it would keep going and going forever. But eventually, of course, it did. Deep inside me, the vibrating dildo hit every pleasurable spot within me, every inflamed nerve, every vibrating cell. Once again, just being entered like that, just being filled like that, was almost enough to push me over the brink into yet another orgasm. And as Ella’s fingers dug into my hips, as she held me from behind and thrust that big cock into me over and over again, driving the powerful vibrations even deeper into my body, I surrendered to yet another wild peak of pleasure, my cries of passion filling the room while my helpless boyfriend looked on.
Ella grunted with effort as she continued to plow me. For her, I suppose, it was mostly just a power trip. The base of the vibrating dildo pressing against her body through the tight latex catsuit she wore was probably giving her some pleasure, but I doubted it would be enough to make her cum. No, for now, all the orgasms were just for me, and I had absolutely no problem with that. Ella’s cruelty and selfishness somehow made it acceptable, normalizing it to be so greedy. Besides, sex does that. In the heat of the moment, you forget about everything else. Something you do with people you love that makes you temporarily forget about them, treat them as objects for your own pleasure. Or worse. I never really pondered this darker side of sexuality before. But Ella brought it out in me.
She drove her cock into me over and over again, from behind, making the whole bed rock to our movements. And I howled like a banshee, lost in pleasure, as another orgasm swept over me, and then another. The power of the sex we were having was so great, I could barely hold myself up. My arms trembled like young trees in a hurricane, my eyes rolling in my head as Ella grunted behind me and her fat cock rhythmically invaded my spasming pussy.
Unable to keep my eyes on Jeff any longer, I slumped forward. Behind me, Ella growled like an animal as I fell facedown on the bed, my ass still raised up in the air, my hips still held in her hands so that she could keep on fucking me. She shifted on the mattress, and I felt the springs adjust to her movements.
And then, my eyes snapped open, wide in surprise, as Ella did something else I didn’t expect.
Leaning back on one knee, she stretched out the other leg toward me. And she put her foot on the side of my head, pressing me down into the mattress, pinning me under the sole of her wicked high heel. She kept me there like that, pinned down under her foot, as she drove her buzzing fake cock savagely in and out of my pussy.
And it felt incredible.
It was impossible to describe and hard to even understand. It was so degrading, so humiliating, to be treated like this. To be so dominated, so controlled, so used. Now, it wasn’t just Jeff. Now, I was just as submissive as him, just as controlled, just as used. And it felt amazing. Whether she knew it or not, Ella was giving me a little insight into how my boyfriend must be feeling, the complex feelings of shame and guilt and desire and excitement that came from bowing to the whims of a wicked woman like this. It was amazing.
I moaned, and that moan only seemed to encourage my new mistress. She drove her cock into me hard, plumbing the depths of my streaming pussy while I trembled beneath her. As if she no longer cared about anything but sex. As if who I was as a person, as her friend, meant nothing anymore. I was just a piece of meat to be grabbed and fucked, and in that moment, that was all I wanted to be.
Ella was happy to oblige.
Another orgasm tore through me. Another great wave of pleasure lifting me up and scattering my thoughts, making me breathless, making me close my eyes, making me cum. I moaned and gasped underneath my friend’s boot, my eyes open now but looking at nothing in particular, instead staring sightlessly across the room. I couldn’t see Jeff anymore, and to be honest, for the moment, I didn’t even think about him. I didn’t think about anything. I moaned and howled in orgasm and surrendered to unbelievable pleasure, surrendered to my gorgeous, sexy friend as she dominated and humiliated me and used me as her latest toy.
Ella shifted again. Lifting her foot off my head, she placed her boot on the mattress right in front of my face, the sharp heel sinking into the soft surface. And, in the grip of some passion I could barely understand, some wild submissive impulse I had never felt before and had never imagined ever learning how to deal with, I lost myself. Closing my eyes, I stuck out my tongue and licked Ella’s boot, leaving a shining trail of my saliva across the glossy leather. I didn’t know why. All I can say is that it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
Ella noticed. For a moment, just a moment, she paused, her big cock still buried inside me, still buzzing, but no longer thrusting in and out. And then, while I cringed at her feet, she burst out laughing.
“Did you just… lick my boot?”
Embarrassment crawled across the red skin of my flushed face. Having lost myself almost completely in the thrill of kinky sex, I was now abruptly returned to myself, painfully conscious of the crazy situation all three of us were in. Jeff was watching, not saying anything, but even though I couldn’t see him from where I lay with my head turned away, I could feel his attention on me. And on Ella.
“Yes,” I said, trying not to cringe as Ella laughed again.
“That’s awesome,” she said, still chuckling as she spoke. “Maybe you have a submissive side too.”
I said nothing. But as Ella started moving again, sliding her big hard cock in and out of my dripping pussy again, I let out another long moan. She was doing something to me. As if the pleasure she was giving me was reprogramming me somehow, turning me into something I had never imagined I would be. Someone who wanted to be used and humiliated? Sure, lots of girls like to get fucked hard by a big cock, but no one, including Jeff, had ever fucked me so good that I wanted to lick their feet. But Ella had. And it couldn’t be undone. It had happened, and none of us were ever going to forget it. Certainly not me.
And not Ella. Because if anything, it seemed to inspire her to ever greater efforts. Warming to her task, she was plunging that rigid cock deep inside me, making me howl and scream as she held me up so she could fuck me better. I could hear the leather of the boot I had just licked creaking right in front of my face with every movement she made, and in the wicked curves of the gleaming shoe, I could see a faint reflection of my own orgasmic face.
Because before long, I came again. The sex was just too good, the feelings of passion and shame and disgrace too potent. My legs trembled, my juices pouring out of me, the bed underneath us getting soaked again in the perfumed fluid of my orgasm.
As my pussy twitched around her cock yet again, Ella pulled back, sliding the toy out of me. With a long shivering groan, I collapsed on the bed, face down, eyes closed, breathing hard. For a moment, she left me alone. I squeezed my shaking legs together, grinding my teeth as I tried to deal with the unbelievable pleasure I was feeling, and the shame of what I had done washed over me again, even more keenly this time. Still, despite my multiple orgasms, that desire was still buzzing inside me. This was, by an insurmountable margin, the sexiest thing I had ever done in my life, and somehow, the shamefulness of it all only made it even hotter to me.
I felt the bed bounce as Ella sat down. Maybe even this tireless goddess had her limits. Opening my eyes, I raised my head a little from the mattress to see her moving. She pushed herself back toward the headboard, propping herself up against it and the wall behind it. She sat with one knee raised, her high heel catching in the soaked sheets, and the other leg stretched out in front of her. She smiled at me as she draped her hand over her raised knee, relaxed and in control. But I could see the flush in her cheeks, the sweat beading on her brow, could see the way her breasts rose and fell rapidly underneath the shining latex that covered them. Ella was in great shape, practically an athlete. And the dull and pleasurable ache of my pussy told me just how much she had given me.
“You look so fucking cute right now,” Ella said, and I giggled. Then, she turned her burning blue eyes toward the foot of the bed where Jeff still stood, bound and frustrated. Her face lit up at the sight of him, joy at her own sense of sexual power seeming to vibrate right through her.
“Did you see that, loser?” she sneered. “See how your girlfriend gave it all up to me? Did you see her licking my boot?”
“Yes,” Jeff said in a voice that quavered and cracked. It was the first word he had said in what seemed like forever. After all, clearly, his input was not required. This was Ella’s show, and I was part of it, and Jeff was our helpless audience. It felt so good that another tremor of desire wound its way through my body just at the thought of it.
But of course, Ella wasn’t done with him yet.
“Yes, what?” she said, and her eyes flashed dangerously.
Suddenly she moved. The light shone on her catsuit as she sprang toward the edge of the bed, swinging her feet down to the floor, and I gasped a little, fear of what came next vibrating in my heart. Jeff’s eyes followed my friend as she strode along the side of the bed, sweeping up the riding crop that lay on the mattress. Positioning herself behind Jeff, she swung it through the air, making it crack against his skin with a loud slap. Jeff groaned, trying not to jump at the pain with his cock and balls still tightly bound to Ella’s bed frame.
He was totally defenseless as Ella brought the whip down on his ass again, and I sat up, instinctively wanting to help him. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the appeal of what I was seeing. Ella looked so sexy whipping this naked man, dressed like the gorgeous dominatrix she was, and that strange new sadistic part of me I had only just discovered made me wait. It made me bite my lip as I watched, made my pussy twitch around the emptiness Ella’s cock left behind. It made me want her. It made me want him, too, but in a totally different way. Jeff groaned in pain as Ella whipped his ass, and I couldn’t believe how wet it made me to watch my friends torture the man I loved.
“It’s time you learned some respect, loser,” Ella said. “From now on, you call me Mistress Ella, or just Mistress. You’re going to show me the proper respect while I steal your girlfriend right in front of you. Got it?”
The whip cracked against his ass again. Jeff was trying to resist, but from where I sat on the bed, I could clearly see he had no chance. Ella had already beaten him that day, and I could only imagine how painful it was to be whipped again. Silently, I urged him to give in. Ella was going to win anyway; why make it harder than it needed to be?
“Yes… Mistress,” Jeff said at last, the word escaping his lips in a long hiss of resignation. And I gasped as I watched Ella finally stop beating him, the riding crop now hanging from her hand. She was even more breathless now than she had been a moment before, but Jeff was even more out of breath than she was. He stood there trembling and twitching, his discomfort obvious. And Ella wasn’t going to give him even a minute to recover.
Stepping forward, she gripped the back of his neck with her free hand.
“Bend over, loser,” she ordered as she pushed him forward. I moved back on the bed, making more room as Ella kept pushing, and Jeff had no choice but to bend at the waist. His eyes caught mine as he leaned forward, and I smiled at him, shrugging slightly as if to say, what else can we do? But the truth was, there was nothing else I wanted to do. I wanted to see where Ella was going with this, and I couldn’t wait to see what else she made us both do for her own sexual pleasure.
“Stay,” Ella ordered sternly, as if she was commanding a dog. Holding out the riding crop, she pressed it between Jeff’s shoulder blades until the shaft bent. Then, she stepped away. Circling back around the bed, she set the riding crop down on the mattress and climbed onto the bed, facing me.
“Come over here, sexy,” she said to me with a smile, her tone so different with me than it was when she spoke to my boyfriend. And I smiled too as I moved toward her, tired by all the orgasms she had already given me but still eager for more. Ella had me lie down on the bed, ordering me to spread my legs, and Jeff gazed right between my tired thighs, transfixed by the site of my dripping pussy stretched out by Ella’s cock.
But he didn’t get to look at it for long. Because Ella climbed over one of my legs, positioning herself between my thighs, her back to Jeff. And as she lifted my legs, she adjusted her position, moving back until her ass was right in front of my boyfriend’s face. Then she pulled me toward her, and I happily went, pushing myself down the mattress with my hands.
I groaned as Ella slid her cock into my pussy again. Again, I felt that incredible sensation of fullness, that almost painful pleasure that came from the big toy spreading my lips apart. And Ella groaned too, even though I knew she wasn’t feeling anything like the physical pleasure I was. Instead, for her, it was almost all in the mind. It was the crazy mind game of the dark sex we were having, her total control over both me and my boyfriend, her ability to make us to whatever she wanted.
Ella turned her head to look over her shoulder at Jeff, her dark hair trailing over the black latex of her catsuit.
“You know what you’re going to do now, loser?” she sneered down at Jeff, making my heart beat faster in my chest as I looked up her. “You’re going to show me you know your place in this relationship now. You’re going to kiss my ass while I fuck your girlfriend. Because if you don’t, not only am I going to beat that ass of yours black and blue. But I’m going to make sure you don’t get another orgasm for a month.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned, closing my eyes at the mixture of pleasure and pity I was feeling. And that pleasure only grew as I heard the wet sound of Jeff pressing his lips against Ella’s latex-covered ass.
She turned her face back to me, smiling down in triumph. And her hips began to move back-and-forth, driving her buzzing toy into my pussy, then pressing her gorgeous ass back against Jeff’s face. It was all too much. Right there in Ella’s arms, with my boyfriend completely dominated and emasculated, I cried out in pure passion as I came once again.