For the rest of the night, however long I want it to last, you are my bitch. Yes, this hurt -- more than I had ever imagined it would -- but I wanted this to continue. I still didn't know how to deal with this situation. And from there I went about my browsing and finished my alone time. Tell me how much you loved my cock, bitch! I felt the base of her dildo rest against my ass and I could feel the heat pulsating off her pussy. But hell, my mood was dead as soon as the dildo went in.
I've seen videos online and get turned on, but I've never told anyone about my fetish. A feeling of relief came over me. Once inside her apartment, we did the nightcap thing where we drank just one more drink, which, in all fairness was one drink too many, probably for both of us. She had her hands on my shoulders as she began to pump in and out. I suppose I liked it because compared to previous girlfriends or casual partners, it showed she had an investment in doing something well. I quickened my pace and let more and more slide in. I been trying to get my wife to due me like this because i put my cock up her anal and always what try this with her but can't get her to put her toy up my anal so i can fill what it fill like.
It feels so good that I can't control myself much longer. There was a bulge in her pants just as there was on in mine! Neither was our anniversary or Christmas. She tried several times to penetrate my virgin ass. I felt her breath against my ear as she whispered to me. The strap-on slid across my tongue and I closed my lips. And then I get to my biggest fetish, the one I try to hold out on. I climbed over her to get off the bed, and for the first time, I saw the strap-on laying in the corner of the loft.
I began swallowing my first ever load. She was moving at a rapid pace; as fast as I had ever given it to her before. And then, the head broke through. She slowly backed her hips away and let the strap-on slide out. She was fully inside of me now and I felt like I was being split in two. My own penis, which had hardened when she started fooling around and went flaccid in fear when I felt the bulge initially, had now completely returned. She knew instantly that I realized what was going on.
The agonizing trip finally came to an end and I was on my way home from the airport. It was so fast and easy since my credit card information was saved from past purchases. The strap-on sawed in and out of my virgin hole, almost with ease now. I looked up into the mirror and watched my wife move behind me with the strap-on dildo bobbing from her waist. She then reached down to her shorts and hooked her fingers around the elastic band. I was screwed, and not in the way I hoped when I made the purchase.
She began fucking my throat as drool escaped my mouth and my eyes began to widen. She circled my hole a couple of times to smear the lube around and then I felt her index finger slide inside of me. How would I explain this to her? After the main load finished, my wife continued milking the remaining drops into my mouth until I was finished. Why had I never acted on this fantasy before? You want to be forced into eating your own cum? Even if she didn't open the package, she would surely ask me what it was when I returned home. With the strap-on now removed from her waist, she pushed the dildo down into my rectum once again.
My ass tightened but she stayed persistent and kept penetrating me. It was purple, but of an average size. She reached down and stroked my cock a little and the precum that had been slowly flowing out dripped like a leaky faucet. So why would I buy her something and then not let her open it? Now get on the bed and lay on your back. I had reached the point of no return, apparently. The next day I went back to life as normal and figured I would grab the package when it came next week.
However, some habits die hard, and after a couple months we were seeing each other again. She took one small step toward me and left the phallus dangling in front of me. I stared at it a second and then looked up at her. I thought through lies I could tell if she just asked what it was. I loved the feeling of your dildo penetrating me. From Wednesday through Friday, I would be in New York! But there was no more pain and I could focus on being the one taken now. I instinctively obeyed and sunk into a kneeling position in front of my wife.