by James Miller
Well, there was only one other thing that she might want me to do. I leaned forward and held the strap-on about six inches above the stage directly in front of her. I held the straps open so that she could step into them.
It was right. She stepped into the loops made by the straps.
I pulled it up her body until the waist strap was just over her waist. She took hold of the straps and pushed my hands away. She reached between her legs to remove the crotch piece from her leather panty, and then she tightened all the straps. Her dong was sticking straight out from her groin.
So was mine…from my groin, I mean.
She moved right in front of me. I raised my head and opened my mouth. "You must take it all without gagging," she said.
Fortunately, she went slowly. She pushed forward just a little and the head of her dong filled my mouth. She paused a moment. When I started to swallow, she pushed forward again.
She let me take over four minutes to take it in to the hilt. The feeling of her dong stretching my mouth and throat, and the thought of what I was doing, had my special fire at full blaze. It was burning as hotly as it ever had.
She started to slowly rock her hips back and forth, fucking my mouth with a slow, steady rhythm. I might never truly understand why something like that turns me on so much…but it does.
I started to moan at the feeling of her dong sliding up and down in my throat. And I did enjoy what the crotch strap was doing to Samantha.
Her movements made that strap slip between her cunt lips. The strap was pulled back and forth, tickling her sensitive flesh, and rubbing over her swollen clit.
"Ohhh!" she sighed as she worked her way toward an orgasm.
She started to fuck harder. She pumped her hips faster and faster. I shared her growing excitement. My stiff cock bobbed up and down and waited for her to cum. Her hips trembled briefly when she got off.
I was surprised when I saw that she didn't seem to enjoy it.
"Shit!" she growled. "That was hardly worth the effort.” She abruptly pulled her hips back, and her dong slipped out of my throat and mouth.
"On your back!" she told me.
I immediately lay on my back, with my arms down at my sides. She loosened the crotch strap and stepped over me, her crotch directly over my face. Her rubber dong was pointed toward the top of my head.
She lowered herself down and pulled the crotch strap to the side. I saw her hot, swollen cunt lips for just a second before they pressed down against my mouth.
"No tongue until I say. Your mouth has only one chance to make me cum hard enough to feel it.” I started to kiss and suck her outer lips.
I enjoy giving pleasure to women with my mouth. Her outer lips were wonderfully soft, and the cream leaking from her slit was sweet. She started to rub her wet cunt up and down over my face. She rubbed up and down again and again, until my face was totally covered with her juice and I was marked with her personal scent.
"Now," she said. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could. She pressed down onto it, and it speared upward through her lips into her steaming cunt.
"Ohhh, shit!" she groaned as she pushed onto my tongue as far as possible. She inched her body down along mine, dragging the full length of her slit along my tongue, ending by dragging her clit along my tongue.
She shuddered briefly and moaned, "Yes.” She repeated this movement twice more, taking my tongue into her hole as far as it would go, then pushing lower to drag herself along my tongue.
She seemed to be building up to the kind of orgasm that she really wanted. That we all want.
She kept at it for several minutes, using my tongue to pleasure herself.
I loved it. Her cream ran down my tongue into my mouth. I swallowed whenever I had the chance.
Suddenly, she groaned louder and started to shudder violently. It hurt a little as she kind of collapsed down onto my face, jamming the back of my head into the stage. But I didn't mind. That just made me believe that her orgasm had been a good one, and that she had really felt and enjoyed it.
We both wanted her to enjoy it.
After a few moments, she stood up. She looked a little different. Calmer, like she was enjoying the aftermath of a powerful orgasm.
"That was adequate, Spot," she told me. "And I did truly need it. Now, I will give you what you truly need. Stand with your legs spread wide, then lean forward until the top of your head is down on the stage."
Oh, no! She was going to use her strap-on cock on my ass. That was one thing that I didn't want her to do.
I wasn't afraid of the pain or anything like that. But I knew that she might make me cum really hard by fucking my ass, and I didn't want her to make me cum like that.
"Please, Mistress Evilina…" I softly whispered.
"WHAT?" she loudly demanded. She walked to the table and picked up her riding crop.
Fuck! I knew there was no way that I could turn her away from doing what she had already decided to do. I got into the position she had described, but I was thinking hard.
I had to choose again. Was I going to take her cock up my ass…or was it finally time for me drop out of the authors' competition? I thought of Cindy and the love we shared. I would die if what I was doing somehow broke us up. And I thought about money. I was always thinking about money. I decided that I would still have to go along with Samantha. I just needed that fucking prize money too much.
Samantha walked over beside me. SWISH! I wasn't really surprised to be hearing that sound again. After all, I had questioned her intentions…SMACK!
"Owww," I groaned. I had forgotten how much her blows hurt. Stinging pain exploded across my ass.
She hit my ass twice more, then said "Continue your statement, Spot. You were saying “Please, Mistress…” then what?"
"Please, Mistress Evilina…do give me what I truly need."
"So…you do want me to fuck your ass with my beautiful strap-on cock?"
"Yes, please, Mistress Evilina."
"Tell me!"
"Please, Mistress Evilina, fuck my…fuck my ass with your beautiful strap-on cock. Please, fuck my brains out, in my ass, with your beautiful cock.” If these women wanted to see male submission, I was really showing it to them now.
Realizing that I was submitting so completely to Samantha made me feel kind of embarrassed. I felt proud before that I had been able to take that beating from her. I thought that made me look strong. But I thought submitting to her so completely now made me look weak. Even though I felt bad about looking weak, my cock was as hard as steel.
She dropped her riding crop onto the stage and moved around in front of me. I got onto my hands and knees and raised my head. She positioned her cock just in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue and started to quickly lick all over her cock. I covered it with a heavy coating of my spit.
She moved away, and I got back into the required position, with my ass raised high and the top of my head down against the stage.
She got behind me and kicked against the inside of my legs until I had them spread the way that she wanted. She moved close to me and I felt her spreading lubricant around my asshole. She put quite a bit inside.
Suddenly, I felt the hard, thick head of her rubber cock pressing against my tender pucker.
What she was doing to me had my internal fire absolutely raging. Maybe she was right when she said that it was what I truly needed. Just the thought of being totally humiliated and used by a woman gave me goose bumps.
My cock was rock hard and I was trembling with anticipation at the thought of what she was going to do to me.
I tried to concentrate on relaxing my anus. After a few moments, it was relaxed enough to let the head of the strap-on cock slip inside.
"Owww!" I groaned. I wasn't expecting this much pain. Her cock was hurting a lot more than I thought it would. I tried to concentrate more, to relax more.
She pressed forward and a little bit of the shaft slipped into me. She pulled back slightly, only to press forward agai
n. This was hurting like hell, even though I think she was trying to be gentle.
It took me several minutes, and I groaned again and again from the pain, but she finally had her cock up my ass to the hilt.
Samantha paused to let me get used to the feeling. The pain gradually lessened, and I started to enjoy the feeling of what seemed to be a whole watermelon stretching my bowels. I lowered my ass a little to lessen the pain further and give her better access.
She started to pump her hips back and forth, pushing her cock all the way in, then pulling it almost all the way out. She soon was fucking my ass with a rapid, steady rhythm.
I moaned over and over at the feeling of her cock reaming out my bowels. Her rhythm was getting faster and faster.
Uh, oh! This was what I was afraid of. My bowels were starting to throb, and the throbbing was getting stronger and stronger.
I felt like she was going to make me cum pretty soon. I had let her jerk me off on the airplane, of course.
But this was different.
That orgasm, though strong and very enjoyable, was nothing really special. I would remember the experience for its uniqueness, but I wouldn't exactly remember the orgasm itself. I had experienced stronger orgasms that I would remember better than the one on the airplane. But the orgasm I felt building in my ass threatened to be special.
I feared that if Samantha made me cum now, I was going to remember it, vividly, for a very long time.
I didn't want to cum like that, maybe the orgasm of a lifetime, on Samantha's cock. If I was to have the orgasm of a lifetime, I wanted it to be with Cindy. I didn't want to remember having the orgasm of a lifetime with another woman.
I desperately wanted to cum. But I was terrified that I would.
I decided that I couldn't let it happen, that it might cost me too much in my relationship with Cindy. Even if it cost me a chance to win the prize money, I had to stop this.
Sadly, I suddenly moved forward.
My movement surprised Samantha, and her cock slipped out of my ass.
At first, for a moment, she did nothing. I lay down on my side, moaning from the throbbing that still gripped my bowels.
Slowly, my anus and rectum started to return to their normal dimensions.
Samantha stood beside me and asked loudly, "What have you done, Jim?"
I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. I had believed that I was going to win the prize. I could accept and endure everything that was done to me, and everything that I was asked to do.
Except this.
When I moved forward off of her rubber cock, it meant that I had dropped from the competition. I was very disappointed that I had failed.
"Mistress Evilina, I…I must withdraw from the authors' competition at this time."
"But why, Jim?" she softly asked. "You were doing so well."
I got onto my knees and looked up at her face. "Mistress Evilina, you were right. I guess I do truly need this. I need it too much. You were going to make me cum…too hard. I had to stop…to stop it before I cum."
She looked at me in silence for a moment. "Why? I don't understand. If I was making you cum, why didn't you just do it?"
Tears started to run down my cheeks. I couldn't help it.
To have come so close to the orgasm of a lifetime, only to have to end it. To have endured the beating, and the other things, only to have to give up any chance at the prize money.
"Mistress Evilina…I don't know. I just…I just felt like cumming wouldn't be right. Maybe I shouldn't have let the ass fucking get started in the first place."
"Jim…were you thinking of Cindy? Did you feel guilty about letting me fuck your ass until you came?"
I swallowed hard. "Yes. Yes, Mistress Evilina. I wanted you to make me cum. But I just couldn't let it happen."
She raised her right hand and gently pressed it against the left side of my face. "Now I really do like you, Jim," she softly said with a smile. "Stay here.” She went through the gap to the other side of the curtain.
Samantha was offstage for several minutes. When she did come back, it was with another woman.
I almost fell right on my face.
The other woman was…CINDY!
I started to stand up, to go to her, but Samantha immediately commanded, "Stay!" so I settled back down onto my knees.
I was overjoyed to see Cindy, but I was startled to see her at Themiscyra House. And I was shocked to see that she was wearing only a black bra and panty that matched what Samantha was wearing. There was even a strap-on cock attached to the panty that was the twin of the one that Samantha was wearing!
"Give him what he truly needs, dear," Samantha told Cindy.
Cindy moved over right in front of me. "Get it ready…Spot," she told me.
Damn! She had never called me that before. I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not. I was slow to act. I couldn't quite believe that it was really Cindy, standing there in front of me. How could she be here?
"GET IT READY, SPOT!" she said again.
I leaned forward and started licking her rubber cock.
As I worked, I looked at her. And I smelled her. And I started to believe. Yes, it really was Cindy.
Then I started to enjoy what was happening now. I was feeling better. I wouldn't have to keep the secret of Themiscyra House from her after all. She was part of it now. I began to think that maybe Cindy was about to give me the orgasm of a lifetime.
This time, there would be no stopping it!
Cindy stepped back just as Samantha had, and I joyfully assumed the position that I had been in earlier. Cindy applied lubricant to my anus and rectum. She gently pressed the head of her cock against my asshole.
She looked at Samantha and asked, "Is this going to hurt him?"
"Don't worry. There will be pain, but he won't mind it. Coming from you, he will relish the pain. When you feel and see him cum, you will know how much he needs this. Give the man you love what he needs. Fuck his ass!"
Cindy gently pushed forward and the head of her cock immediately slipped inside. There was no real pain this time. My asshole and rectum were still open from the fucking that Samantha had been giving them.
"Ahhh!" I gasped at the feeling of another cock going up my ass. Cindy pushed forward, and my bowels seemed to be welcoming her cock, sucking on it, pulling it in even deeper. My body was ready and eager to accept Cindy's cock.
Soon, it was in to the hilt.
"I hope you really do like this, honey," Cindy whispered as she started to slowly pump her hips back and forth. I moaned over and over, in ecstasy at the wonderful, intense feelings that she was giving me.
When Cindy saw that I wasn't in pain, and that I was enjoying what she was doing, she started to get more excited herself. She started pumping her cock into me faster and faster, and harder and harder.
I was overjoyed. The powerful throbbing in my bowels was back.
Cindy…my lover…was giving me an earth-shattering orgasm.
"Faster…harder. Ohhh…fuck me. Fuck me, my love!” I moaned.
That did it. She threw her head back and started fucking my ass violently, jamming her cock in to the hilt, then pulling quickly back until only the head was left inside. She knew that my orgasm was getting very close. She wanted to be sure that it would be a good one, and to share it with me.
She was giving me one hell of an ass fucking.
"AHHHhhh!" I screamed.
The orgasm suddenly exploded through my whole body. I was shaking so hard I almost fell. My bowels were collapsing hard, only to expand a moment later back out to full stretch, then again, then again…Cindy kept pumping her cock into me the whole time that I was cumming.
When my violent shuddering finally ended, she stopped.
She leaned forward against my ass and rested. I leaned back against her groin and rested.
After a couple of minutes, Cindy pulled her cock out of me.
I started to stand up, but Samantha again immediately commanded, "Stay!” I
got down into my standard kneeling position. But I was confused.
Wasn't I finished?
Hadn't I withdrawn from the competition when I stopped Samantha?
Why should I "stay" now?
Cindy pulled the strap-on cock off of her leather panties.
Samantha told her "Now, make him give you what you truly need.” Cindy started to object to, or at least to question, what Samantha was saying. But Samantha frowned and shook her head, so Cindy kept quiet. Samantha pulled something from the box and handed it to Cindy.
"This is the harness cock that I showed you and told you about this morning," Samantha said. "Use it now."
Cindy held the harness cock out for me to look at it. The harness was made of thick leather straps, and there were several buckles on the straps so that the harness could be adjusted. There were two rubber cocks, pointing in opposite directions, attached to the straps. The smaller of the two cocks was about six inches long, and about an inch and a half thick. The larger cock was at least eight inches long and two inches thick.
"Do you know what this is?" Cindy asked me.
"Yes, Mistress," I answered.
"Do you want me to use it on you?"
"Cindy!" scolded Samantha. "Don't ask him, dear. Just do it! He owes it to you.” She had been speaking loudly, but now she spoke softly so that only Cindy and I would hear.
"Use it, Cindy. You'll both love it."
Cindy held the larger rubber cock by its base, pushed the straps out of the way, and poised the smaller cock in front of my lips.
"Open," she said. I looked briefly at that rubber cock. Mostly, I looked at Cindy. She looked awesome in her black bra and panties, with her beautiful, long, black hair and dark eyes.
I opened my mouth and Cindy pushed the head of the cock in. When it reached my throat, I started swallowing rubber. With a couple of minutes of swallowing, it was all the way in. It was a little uncomfortable to have that thing down my throat, but I was more than willing to take it for Cindy.
For her, I would have even tried to deep throat the larger cock.
Cindy pulled the harness over my head. She had a little trouble adjusting the straps to get it on tight, so Samantha came over and gave her some help. When it was done, the smaller cock was stretching the walls of my throat, and the larger cock was sticking straight out from my face.