Every time I looked in the mirror I would get so excited I would have to masturbate. Stroking the cock would make the strap rub my clit and it made me so hot I would close me eyes and think I was fucking Dave's ass until I came, usually within minutes.
The other one was a lot harder to get use to, it had a bulb that you inserted in your pussy and you squeezed to hold it in place. It took some practice but by Friday, I could wear it as I walked around the house all afternoon without a problem.
But the exciting part was when I looked in the mirror wearing ether one. You will never believe how excited it made me. The first one I would pull the straps nice and tight so I could feel the heft, and because it sat on my clit I was always excited. But I loved the strapless one, when I put it on; it looked like I had a real dick that was part of my body, I could even move it with my pussy.
Friday morning dawned cloudy with rain forecast for the weekend. Work sucked and by the time I got home I needed something to cheer me up. That happened when I pushed the button on the answering machine.It was Dave saying he would be over tonight and we could have some fun. YES!
That's when I decided that tonight was the night for sure; I called Dave back and told him I couldn't wait to see him, and then I told him I had a surprise for him. There was silence, and then he asked me what I had planned. I laughed, and told him he would just have to wait and see, but I new he would love it.
I wanted tonight to be perfect, I took a long shower, shaving my legs I took my time trimming all the right places. I picked my best bra and panty set, a nice white lacy see thru pair. The dress was next, I wanted something sexy but loose, I was going to wear my dick under it and I didn't want him knowing it until I was ready.
Laying everything on the bed I picked up my cock and stepped into the harness. I pulled it up and made sure I had it positioned just right before I pulled the straps nice and tight. Looking in the mirror I had to admire myself, my boobs were a nice firm thirty four 'C' with nipples that pointed slightly up. Turning sideways I could see they complemented my cock that was pointing up also. It made me so hot I almost masturbated, but I had a plan and I was sticking to it.
Pulling on my panties I tucked my cock in. It took me a few minutes to get it just right but it was worth it, looked in the mirror I couldn't help but admire the bulge and the site of the cock thru the panties.
I was getting more excited by the minute and if I wasn't careful I'd make myself cum. Taking my time I put on the stockings I bought just for tonight, then standing up I picked up the lacey white garter belt and hooked it behind my back. Clipping the straps to the stockings I made sure the seams were nice and straight.
I just had to look in the mirror and wanted to see how my cock would look poking out from under the garter so I pulled it out and tucked my panties under the balls. Wow, If Dave liked the look as much as me we were in for a fun night. Tucking my cock back in I looked at my silky almost see thru dress and decide not to wear a bra.
After I put on the dress I looked in the mirror and knew I had made the right decision, the dress was almost see thru and when I looked in the mirror I could see the faint reflection of my rock hard nipples, garter belt and panties thru the thin material. Right about then I herd Dave calling my name so with a quick spin in front of the mirror and a few sprits of perfume I was ready.
Coming out of the bedroom I see Dave's eyes bug out when he see's me, giving me a whistle as I spun around in front of him. Every step I take the bouncing of my breast rubs my nipples against my dress exciting me until I feel my pussy getting wet. Dave grabs my arms and pulls me to his chest, holding me tight he gives me a hungry kiss before suddenly pushing me away with a shocked look on his face.
Before he can say anything I push him away and head for the door saying lets take a walk. Walking arm in arm down the street is getting harder and harder, between my nipples rubbing my dress and the straps rubbing my clit I'm getting so excited all I want to do is find a dark corner and screw him now.
At a coffee shop he turns to me and asks what the surprise is before kissing me. I wasn't ready to spring my little treat on him just yet so I pushed him away and headed for the door with him running to catch up. At the door Dave catches me and takes me in his arms holding me so tight I could hardly breathe. He ground his hips into mine and suddenly got a funny look on his face and started shaking.
He was breathing hard and had a glazed look in his eyes as I felt his cock getting hard. He kissed me again, but this time with a hunger I've never felt from him before. His eyes were closed and it was like he was in a trance, his hands were caressing my ass, squeezing and pulling my hard cock against his hard cock. I new he cold feel the straps thru my dress and when I called his name his eyes opened and he said lets get out of here and go somewhere were we can be alone.
Walking home at a fast walk he was quite, when I looked at him he looked like a man on a mission. When we reached my house he had my door opened in seconds pulling me in. He closed the front door and hesitated a second before turning to face me, when he did he took my head in his hands and softly kissed me.
Kneeling in front of me he slowly lifted my dress until with a sharp intake of breath he said, my god your cock is beautiful can I touch it. Before I can answer he lightly touches my cock, stroking it before finally pulling my panties down and letting my cock pop out, hitting his chin.
Putting his hand on my cock he starts to masturbate me, as I watch I'm getting a feeling, an excitement I've never felt before in my life. But it's when he puts his mouth on the tip. FUCK, now I know the power a man feels when a woman kneels in front of him and submits by taking his cock in her mouth and he knows she's his.
I didn't have to touch my pussy to tell I was wet, I could feel my juices running down my legs. With shaking hands I touch ether sides of his head and feel a hot exhale of breath and a sharp AHHHAHHAH. As I slowly close my hands and grasp his hair he shuffles on his knees trying to get closer. Pulling his hair his breathing quickens and he puts both hands on my ass trying to pull my cock into his mouth. Pulling back sharply I tell him in a stern voice to slow down we have all night.
The look of lust on his face almost makes me cum. Looking down at his pleading eyes I feel a tingle start in my tummy, letting go of his hair I say Ok baby, suck my cock. I've always wanted to say that. I can tell he's never sucked a cock before. As I listen to him gag I take his head in my hands and pull him away, stopping him. He looks up at my face and I tell him to slow down and relax there's no rush. Then pulling his hair, his mouth slowly slides down the length of my cock until his noise touches my tummy. Then I push him back until only the tip of my cock is in his mouth.
Damn this is so fucking hot, each time I pull his mouth down my cock it pushes on my clit shortly giving me the first orgasm of the night. As he relaxes I can work my cock in his mouth faster and harder until at last I hold his head and fuck him using my hips. After a minute or two he pushes my hands away and puts his on my ass and takes over sucking my cock like he's done it all his life.
I pull my dress off and throw it on the table before pulling him off my cock and pulling him to his feet. Stepping back he takes it all in, me standing in front of him in my high heels, stockings and garter belt, O yea, and my nine inch cock pointing to the ceiling.
Looking at me he starts to undresses and I start to worry, I've never done this before, and have no idea what to do, but I can't let him see that, this is my chance, it's what I've always wanted. So when he steps out of his pants I grab him by the arm and pull him to me kissing him hard.
Feeling Dave's hard cock on my tummy I reach down and rub my cock on his, watching as he licked his lips and shudders. He takes his cock in hand and together we rub our two cocks against each others. I push him away and look in his eyes, he has a bit of drool on his lip and he's shaking and breathing hard. Without me saying a word Dave turns and leans over the table. Looking at him shaking his ass while he waits for me to fuck him I was right, I'm in heaven I feel that po
wer I've wanted and needed all my life.
Walking up to Dave I slap his inner thigh and he spreads his legs wider for me. Taking the tube of lube I had in my dress I let it dribble on my cock making sure it's nice and slick before I let it dribble on his butt crack. Dave jumps when he feels it, then shuffling his feet he pushes his butt up in anticipation.
When I touch the tip against his skin he freezes and as I start rubbing my cock up and down his butt crack he starts moaning, saying come on baby fuck me. Leaning over his back I whisper in his ear, Ok baby get ready here it comes. Running my finger nails down his back he starts to shakes uncontrollably and when I reach around and stroke his cock it's soaked with precum.
It's time I lived out my fantasy, holding my cock with one hand I push forward until my cock touches his back door, he jumps with a start and I tell him to relax I'll go slow and give you a chance to get used to it. I hear him say, No! Please baby, just fuck me, and fuck me hard.
Pushing a little harder I watch as his butt resists the head of my cock, I don't move for a moment then push a little harder. With a gasp from Dave it pops in and in that moment holding his hips with my cock in his ass I feel all the feelings I've been craving, he's mine, I can do anything I want with him, I'm in control, that's when I hold his hips tight and slam my cock in until my thighs slap his butt and he's lifted off the floor with a AHHHHH oh god yea.
It scares me; thinking I hurt him I stop, but it's short lived when I hear him say come on baby fuck me, fuck me until I beg you to stop. Starting slow because I want him to get use to it, after all it's a big cock, bigger then his besides I want to do this to him again and he has to love it as much as me.
He starts pushing back begging me to fuck him harder, begging me to make him feel it. So that's just what I do, I plant my feet, grasp his hips and pull it all the way out leaving just the head in before slamming it home. I tease him with little short strokes while I ask him what he wants, waiting until he begs for it, begs me to pound his ass.
I can feel my orgasm starting, its real close and it time I quit fooling around but I find it's harder then I thought. At first I can't get a rhythm going and my cock keeps falling out, I have a small disappointing orgasm that settles me down a bit. I relax and Dave looks at me over his shoulder telling me to push it in and rock my hips until I get the hang of it. It takes a few minutes but soon I'm fucking him like I've been doing it all my life.
The base of my dick is rubbing my clit and as my next orgasm starts building that's when it happened. I don't know how to explain it other then say it was like I was lifted on another plane, every time I slammed it home it would hit my clit, the harder I slammed the more intense the feeling. I quit worrying about Dave and from his grunts and the way he pushed back to meet me I new he was having a good time.
I put my foot on a chair for leverage and watched my cock go in and out of his ass and suddenly the orgasms hit, no it was better then that, it was one long hard intense mind blowing explosion that felt like it would never end and I didn't want it to. I was shaking and it felt like my legs were giving out, Dave just kept repeating o my god, o my god. I pounded his ass harder and faster until suddenly something happened that I had only read about, I sprayed my cum all over his legs before collapsing on his back.
After a moment I stood up. Kneeling, Dave used his tongue to clean the cum off my legs and pussy. Sitting next to Dave we talked, but he could keep his hands or mouth off me and by the time morning came around we had tried every position, in every room of the house we could think of. Needless to say this is something that will be part of our sex lives from now on.
The End.
Mirrors
The false whore finally saw the black van. The one she was waiting for. The one they were looking for.
She adjusted her halter top and stepped off the curve to greet it. It stopped as though she were a long lost friend. Just as she had known it would.
The passenger side window rolled down with the soft susurration of an electric motor, its whine the perfect accompaniment to the whispering of the night breeze that lifted her hair.
She bent down to the window, offering the driver the vista of her firm 44D tits. She knew he could see the jutting nipples from this angle, dangling before him like the worms on an angler's hook.
He reached over to roll the right one between his fingers, pinching it hard before cupping her breast.
His face was shrouded in darkness, but a streak of neon light revealed his eyes. Death danced in those pupils, a wild tango that promised an end to both night and day.
"Lookin' for a date?" she asked him, giving the gum in her mouth the mandatory pop.
"That depends," he said. "How much?"
"Not here," the false whore told him, pulling the door open and getting into the van. "Later. When they're not watching us."
"How long?" she asked him.
"All night," he said. "My place."
"That's not what I meant," she whispered coyly, reaching over to give his crotch a quick squeeze. Mr. Death was already plenty long. "But it will cost you just the same. Are you willing to pay the price?"
The van driver snickered. "Baby, for something like you, no price can be too high."
"I'm glad to hear that," she said, running her fingers along the inside of his thigh. "Start driving."
When he opened the door, the first thing that struck her were the mirrors. They were everywhere. The ceiling, the walls, even parts of the floor were covered with them. There were no windows. No distractions from the outer world to disrupt this temple of inner space. She saw a million copies of herself watching her, reflections within reflections within reflections, like the images in a fly's eye, all waiting for death's sweet arrival.
She felt his hands on her back. "Take off your top," he told her.
She peeled off her halter top and her breasts spilled out into the reflected light. She turned so he could see them, and a million ruby nipples rotated in the flawless glass of the mirrors.
She stood on her toes to kiss him, pressed her naked breasts against his chest and ground her crotch into him. She felt him grow hard against her, and she dropped to her knees to unzip him.
When he sprang free, she saw that Brenda Sullivan, the one that had gotten away before he could bring her to this place, had not been exaggerating. He was easily ten inches long.
She took the tip, as big as a golf ball, into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around it before impaling her head on as much of the shaft as she could take in. He grabbed her hair and began to move his hips, pumping into her eager mouth as he clenched her head tightly against his crotch. She fondled his balls with her hand, rotating them, feeling them contract as he was about to come.
But then he abruptly pulled out of her mouth, leaving it feeling empty and deserted, the only memory of that magnificent cock the taste of the pre-come on her tongue.
"Not like that," he said. "I want to see you. Take off your clothes."
She quickly tossed off her shoes and peeled her hot pants and black lace panties down her firm tanned legs. She stood up, naked before him, conscious of his eyes roaming over her breasts, the dark triangle of her crotch.
"Put these on," he told her, handing her two sets of handcuffs. "One on each wrist."
"B & D will cost you extra," she said. "A thousand for the night."
"No problem,' he said, retrieving a wrinkled envelope from the mantel. He pulled our three crisp thousand dollar bills. "These are all yours if you do what I tell you."
"You're the customer," she said, snapping the bracelets over her wrists.
"Now get on the bed, " he told her.
She climbed up on the four poster and turned over on her back. She knew what he wanted.
He cuffed her hands to the eyehooks that had been screwed into the headboard. Then he used leather straps to tie her ankles to the hooks at the other end of the bed. She was now spread eagled and helpless, her sex open to his wanton stare.
> He took off his shirt and she could see the ribbed muscles in his abdomen. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants. His cock was magnificently erect. The largest she had ever seen. Her lips longed to be wrapped around it once again. Forever.
He reached into the drawer of nightstand and brought out a large carving knife.
Her eyes opened wide at that. "What's this?" she asked.
He drew the razor sharp steel blade across her taut abdomen, drawing a thin red line of blood. "Fucking the dying is so much better than fucking the living," he told her. "The living are always thinking ahead to the next shopping trip, to Monday night alone with their pimp. For the dying, there is only you. They know this moment will be their last. They want to make it perfect. For them. For you. I will make it perfect for you, Beatrice."
"My name is not Beatrice."
"Oh, but it is. And will be for the rest of your life. Have you not read Dante? Beatrice is the guide to the other world. To heaven and hell. Will you show me heaven, Beatrice? I have seen quite enough of hell," he whispered, drawing the dull edge of the blade across her throat.
He stared up at the mirrors on the ceiling. "Do you see our eyes, Beatrice?" She looked up to see a thousand eyes staring at her, seeking out their one true self. "They are the eyes of the dead," he told her. "We are already dead, you and I."
"I should tell you something," she said. "I am not what I seem to be. I am a policewoman."
"Oh and do I have the right to remain silent, Beatrice?" he snickered. "How naive do you think I am? They are looking for me very intensely. Where is your backup, Beatrice? No policewoman knowing who I am would allow herself to be cuffed as you did."
"Let's just say I'm doing this on my spare time," she told him, watching his dead eyes for any sign of a reaction.
He chuckled at that. "Nice try, Beatrice, but I am afraid you are nothing but a common whore. Let me show you your predecessors, Beatrice, my former guides who were so good as to accompany me partway into the afterlife."
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