After a time I had Tony turn around again and I gently turned his butt plug this way and that for a minute or two, teasing him before removing it altogether. His mangina opened and closed, winking madly at me to fill him up again as Tony moaned his disapproval at being suddenly plugless. I steadied myself with one hand on the small of his back and the other on the shaft of my strap-on. My heart pounded in my ears and my legs felt weak as I stepped closer to Tony’s arse, dizzy from the body heat he was emitting. I bit my lower lip and placed the head at his entrance. Slowly, ever slowly, I entered him a little at a time. Inside an inch, then slightly draw back. Taking my time, making sure not to hurt Tony, at least not yet. I wanted this to be the fuck of his life.
Girl-Cock
After working my girl-cock inside him I remained motionless, letting him stretch and enjoying the feeling of being stuffed. The feeling of being stuffed by Mistress Catherine. I reached around him to see if he was hard, using his stiffness as a barometer to measure his pain level. He throbbed in my hand, moaning the whole time as he did. I started grinding into him, gently at first, waiting for him to respond and he soon did. His enthusiasm had him grinding fiercely against me, his rotating hips out of control as I tried to slow him down by grinding back at him in a figure-eight motion that sent my head reeling. It was as if there was a high voltage wire exploding in my stomach and my pussy as the attachment on the strappy sent shivers up and down from my clit and up and down my spine. That did it, I grabbed Tony by his sweaty hips and dug my fingernails into him shouting my pleasure as I crashed my hips into him fast and furious.
He Was My Bitch
Tony bucked back and forth for all he was worth as our bodies careened out of control; sweat flying off us as we did so. I grabbed Tony by the back of his scalp with one hand with him sliding and gliding recklessly on my girl-cock. Then I brought up my other hand, high over my head, and brought it down on his right arse cheek with a strength I didn’t know I possessed, signifying to myself (and Tony) that I could hurt him without any fear of reprisal from him. That he was my bitch, nothing more than an incidental toy to be used at my pleasure and amusement. He howled. He shook and begged for more as I rode him long and deep, fast and relentless into my realm of pleasure-pain. Once again I reached around for his hard-on to gauge his reaction and still he remained hard and moaned and sobbed in masochistic delight as I humped him silly, urging him on with slaps to his butt cheek as my handprint on him became more and more pronounced, wearing my brand like some broken stallion. Broken into a sort of sexual dysfunction, I fucked any remaining traces of pseudo machismo out of him. I grabbed him by both hips and rode him until I felt I was floating; climaxing on and on as I jerked Tony’s hard-on and his climax thundered out of him as he bucked beneath me for all he was worth, gasping uncontrollably.
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