Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
As Mandy turned back toward me, clutching the harness to her chest, I saw her eyes widen at the sight of me standing there, my skirt now pooled around my ankles. My pussy throbbed with renewed desire as I took in her flushed face and trembling form.
“Miss,” Mandy said, her voice quavering, “I… I’ve never been fucked with a strap-on before.”
A thrill ran through me at her words. I smiled, feeling a heady mix of tenderness and dominance.
“It will be a learning experience for both of us then,” I told her matter-of-factly. The dominant words and the commanding tone seemed to come easier each time I used them, and saw how they excited the other girl—the girl I meant to fuck.
I stepped out of my skirt and moved toward Mandy, my heart racing with anticipation. As I took the harness from her hands, I marveled at how natural this felt, how right. Just hours ago, I would never have imagined myself in this position. Now, I couldn’t picture myself anywhere else.
My fingers traced the smooth leather of the harness, the weight of the attached vibrating dildo sending a shiver of excitement through me. I looked down at Mandy, still kneeling before me, her eyes filled with fear and desperate need.
“Now, naughty girl,” I commanded, a bit more gently, “you’re going to put this on me.”
I handed the harness back to Mandy, watching closely as she took it with trembling hands. Her eyes darted between the strap-on and my face.
“Go on, slut,” I told her, my voice firm again. “Put it on me so I can fuck that adorable cunt of yours.”
Mandy nodded, swallowing hard. She fumbled with the straps for a moment before figuring out how they worked. I felt a rush of warmth as, on her knees before me, she carefully slid the harness up my legs. The feeling of her fingers moving over my skin sent a jolt of excitement through my whole body.
Once she had secured the harness, Mandy’s hands lingered on my hips, her touch light and uncertain. I looked down at her, seeing the flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths.
“Turn it on,” I instructed, gesturing to the small control panel on the side of the harness.
Mandy complied, her fingers finding the switch. I felt the vibration start, a low, pleasant hum that sent faint waves of pleasure through me as the base of the massive shaft buzzed against my clit. I gasped softly, my hips jerking slightly at the sensation.
I looked down at the dildo itself, gently humming before me. It was impressively realistic, with sculpted veins running along its length. I ran my right hand up and down it, feeling a naughty-girl thrill at the idea of having my own, eternally rigid penis. The feel of it made me think, with a blush, of Stuart’s real cock—thick, hard, and so utterly satisfying.
I found myself suddenly aching for him, for the feeling of his warm, actual flesh inside me. I imagined him taking me from behind while I wore this harness, filling me completely as I in turn filled Mandy. The thought made me clench with lust.
I made myself focus again on Mandy, still kneeling before me. “Stand up,” I told her, my voice husky with desire.
As Mandy rose to her feet, I gestured to the chair. “Kneel on the seat,” I instructed. “Face the back of the chair.”
Mandy moved to obey, her movements slightly unsteady. She positioned herself as I had ordered, her punished backside now at the perfect height for dominant fucking.
“Good girl,” I murmured, moving to stand behind her. I ran my hands over the curve of her ass, feeling the heat still radiating from her earlier spanking. Mandy whimpered softly at my touch.
“Now,” I said, my voice low and commanding, “spread your ass cheeks for me. Show me where a slut like you gets fucked.”
Mandy hesitated, casting a fearful glance back over her shoulder.
“Please, miss…” she whispered. “Not in my bottom?”
“Did I say I was going to fuck your asshole, Mandy?” I asked, my pussy clenching at the mere sound of the imperiousness in my voice.
“No, miss,” Mandy said, chewing on her lower lip. “But you said…”
“I told you to show me where a girl like you gets fucked.”
A girl like you. A girl like Mandy. A girl like… like Melissa. Like me. I had to swallow hard to keep myself from whimpering at the jolt that traveled out from my pussy at the thought of Stuart demanding to see my anus… of him… of him using me there, his enormous manhood in my tightest, most intimate opening.
Slowly and reluctantly, Mandy reached back and spread her bottom cheeks. I felt lightheaded as I gazed at her most intimate places, now fully exposed to my view in obedience to my command. Her anus was a tight, puckered rosebud, while her pussy glistened with arousal.