Sharon: I know exactly what you mean, boy. Yes, it is time for that. I have concealed the harness beneath my conservative outfit and now throw open my coat. You crane your neck to see my outfit. My big tits are sticking out from above a black rubber corset, underneath I'm wearing my stocking and suspenders, and my strap-on dildo. It is five inches long in thick dark rubber. You are looking over your shoulder in some trepidation. This is getting more fun by the minute. Your precious little hole is looking rather gently violated by my fingering. Pink, very well-lubed, gaping but still nice and tight. I'm about to make it gape some more. I'm going to fuck you in your ass, James. Are you ready?
James: Make sure it's properly greased, all slippery, I want it to slide in nice and smooth, to fill me without too much pain. What do you say, Sharon, as you put it on? I want to know what you tell me, how you phrase it. I'm used to being the master, not the slut. This is a strange and unusual position to find myself in, an older woman - 15 years older - about to take me from behind. In the arse. I hear someone else entering the gents and hope they can't hear what we're doing.
Sharon: Of course I will make sure it's perfectly slick. I'm stroking my rubber cock, enjoying the feeling of it in my hand. As you lean against the wall with your back to me, I lean over and softly whisper in your ear, "My beautiful boy, I'm about to fuck you in your tight little ass. Are you ready?" I can't resist gently nibbling on your earlobe after I inform you of my intentions. I feel an involuntary shiver pass through your entire body. That's my answer. I secure the rubber cock in my harness, making sure it's completely slippery thanks to the tube of Astroglide I also added to my handbag this morning. I nudge your tight little opening with the tip of my cock and you shiver again. You are a feast for my senses. I run my hands through your soft hair, down your neck, your shoulders, around your slim waist, briefly touching your engorged meat. I then grip your left hip with my left hand and slowly, gently guide my cock into you, inch by inch, until I'm buried to the hilt in you.
I keep still for a few seconds, allowing you to become more comfortable with being so filled. I then grip both your slim hips with my hands, loving the feeling, because I adore it when you do the same to me. The feeling of your hands firmly gripping my wide hips while you're buried in me is one of my favorite sensations. You own me and I can really feel it when you do that.I start slowly sawing that cock in and out of your ass and you are trying so hard to keep quiet - imagine the scandal if those men who are coming and going knew what was happening in their midst. You whisper for me to fuck you harder, faster. I quietly ask, "Are you sure, James? Do you feel you're ready for me to fuck you good and proper?" You turn your head to look back at me. You're biting your lip as you shake your head yes. So I grip your hips a little more firmly and start to fuck you in earnest. Just like you do me when our positions are reversed. I'm wishing so hard that this cock I was wearing was real.
James: Your fingers felt big up me, all three of them. This feels even bigger, almost unbearable. I lean forward, my face inches from the tank, in a submissive position. It takes you a while to get it up me, into me. I'm biting my lip, it's so fucking huge. But I know that I want it, and that I want to please you. You're holding my neck and head, not unkindly, as you force it into me. I know it feels amazing rubbing against your cunt lips. And I know you love the sight of my hole opening up, stretching, to take the width of your toy. It stings. But I love it. I feel so very dirty, so nasty. I'm grunting and moaning and begging for more, all the time trying to keep my voice down but knowing that I'm about to shoot my load all over the floor of the cubicle, with your length up me. Your bitchboy. Your property. Taking it for you. Letting mistress have her fun for a change. You're pumping me, changing the speed from slow to fast, really getting off on how my body is shaking as you push in and out. I look over my shoulder and see your face, intent on buggering me, watch your big boobs swinging in rhythm with your thrusts.
Sharon: I'm trying to decide whether to reach around and take your length in hand and jack you off to provide you release or allow you to spurt all over yourself from the sheer pleasure and intense sensation of me pounding you in your ass. And yes, I certainly am getting off on being the top for once, the feeling of fucking you, of taking you, dominating you. You're as beautiful as a sub as you are as a top. Amazing. With one hand I'm rubbing my nipples, I just love that feeling. The pressure on my clit and cunt is so intense that I feel that wave of orgasm, I throw my head back and thrust into you even faster as I start to cum. It's a real struggle not to scream as I cum, so very hard.
James: I don't think I deserve to be touched, mistress. I think you should just pound me inside until I spasm, uncontrollably, and my cock releases all that lovely spunk on to the toilet seat and on to the floor. I want you to slap my arse, quite hard, making pink marks with your hand as you bring me to orgasm. I know that you've already come once but I think you will be there again soon, given the excitement of the scenario, knowing how multi-orgasmic you are. You're not bad at dominating, either, are you?
Sharon: As you wish, boy. I'll allow you to cum without your aching cock even being touched. Make a mess, see if I care?! And I will most certainly administer a few firm slaps to your lovely pale bottom to facilitate your cumming. Now take my thick plastic prick up your ass, bitchboy.
James: It's only a few minutes later that I feel that uncontrollable feeling in my balls, know that I'm about to spurt, and start to spray seed, white cum, all over the toilet bowl and the floor. Spurt after spurt. You are groaning again, I think you are on your second orgasm. You come to a shuddering halt, your hand on my neck, and slowly withdraw your toy from my arse. I turn around, and you let me kiss your nipples, your flushed neck, your mouth. But you are not finished in showing who is the boss. You order me to lie on the cubicle floor and tell me you want to now sit on my face, so you can rub your arsehole and cunt on to my mouth. My willing mouth.
Sharon: You're a very thoughtful bitchboy, aren't you, thinking of your mistress's pleasure. I do appreciate that. Yes, I want you to sit on the floor, either flat on your bottom or with your knees tucked under you so your mouth is even with my pussy. I want you to lick my slit, suck my big swollen clit until I spasm in your face, putting my hand on the back of your head and pulling your face deeper into my snatch. You have a very talented mouth, boy. I shall have to remember that.
James: Yes, on my knees. Obediently. Watching you push your wet cunt into my face, holding my head, almost suffocating me with your wet lips and thick pubic hair. A feast of cunt. You're rubbing against me, gripping me hard, so that I almost suffocate as you begin to spasm on my mouth and lips, your third orgasm in succession. Your tool is still strapped around your waist, all slick with lube, I'm licking between and under your straps, your pussy is so wet and slippery, I occasionally move my mouth to lick your dick, to suck it, showing you who is boss, demonstrating your superiority, that I'm just a bitchboy for you - at least for now - and put my tongue right up your cunt and listen to you cum with your hands holding my head hard. You spurt, you actually squirt, this time, which is unusual for you, and your liquid is sprayed out over my nose and mouth and chin. And I just drink, lapping it up. Obedient. For now.
