I had bought the strapon ages ago when I was having an energetic affair with a fairly hard core lesbian. It was black and big; a good seven inches in length and more importantly about two and a half in radius. Those measurements meant that it provided an extremely good fuck, though I never quite understood what an avowed penis hating dyke got from me fucking her with it. I knew full well what I got from it, though, when she fucked me with it and that was a bang on orgasm.
Time went on and my lesbian life-style period ended; I was not a penis hater and in fact liked cock a little too much to consider myself a les so I became a lipstick or, a femme as some call us. I am feminine, well with G cup tits like mine it is hard not to be, and usually I get as much satisfaction from being fucked as I do from having my velvet tipped - for the uninitiated google tipping the velvet.
I work in advertising, which along with most creative businesses is a liberally minded industry. It's also a business sector where PC has not extended its tentacles as far as it has in many sectors. To an extent, women are still looked on in advertising as objects, bits of stuff, eye candy and client fodder. To an avowed les that is anathema, but to me it seems perfectly natural hence, another reason for my switch to lipstick status.
Thomas was an art director at an agency for which I worked freelance. Art directors do the pictures; copywriters like me do the words. They usually work together in pairs, often closely together, sometimes very closely together. We did. Sometimes that closeness brings about extra-curricular activities. They may include working until very late and now and then, particularly before a presentation, working all night. They can also include lunching and or dining with clients, who are the kings in the ad world, visiting them at their offices, often with overnight stays and attending boozy awards ceremonies and other junkets.
Obviously, to make those creative juices flow requires stimulation. Vodka, JD and wine, weed and stuff that goes up your nose provides that. And of course that sort of stuff reduces ones inhibitions, which in turn often leads to other extra-curricular activities and Thomas and I indulged in those. We fucked before the end of the second week of our partnership.
It was not a particularly romantic setting or fuck come to that. We were the last in the agency one evening, well at least on the creative's floor. It was after ten and we were smoking some weed. We had produced some good stuff, well we thought it was, but from experience we knew that it would need to be reviewed in the cold light of the post weed morning to tell for certain.
"Well I guess that wraps it for tonight, doesn't it?" I asked being quite eager to get home as I had left my cat out.
"Workwise yes Tina, but does it have to?"
"How do you mean?" I asked as he got up and walked behind where I was sitting across a table from him. He put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed gently. "Does the night have to be wrapped up just yet?" He asked.
"Depends on what you have in mind," I said my arousal sending tingles through my body.
"Well for a starter Teen, I have wanted to do this for ages," he said sliding his hands down and cupping my tits.
That started our fling. Well to be more accurate the ensuing fuck started the fling, him cupping my tits led to the fuck.
Thomas was a dirty bugger. He was into so many different aspects of sex and sexual deviations, many of which I found daft. I was not really into BDSM as I found that all too contrived and I did not relish him tying me up or spanking me, although I have done and enjoyed both before. That sort of stuff does not go well with snorting or smoking, it's dangerous as it fucks up one's perspectives. And as we snorted, smoked, popped pills or drank too much each time we had sex, I stopped him doing anything like that.
I also tried to stop him indulging in water sports, but as I was in the bath one evening and he came in and peed on my face and all over my glasses, I failed miserably.
I told him a white lie in that I was slightly bi and of course he wanted me to arrange a threesome with another girl, which I said that I would provide he lined one up with another guy. We did both.
Obviously I got it on quite strongly with a fairly long-term, lady fuckmate and he went some way with the guy. He had clearly 'played' before and was happy to both be sucked by the other guy and suck him, but they went no further. The other guy said that gay wise he was a top, but would not do bottom. To my annoyance, Thomas declined being fucked by him. I had seen two guys fucking once before and I found it amazingly erotic.
Thomas had a big thing for anal. It was only our third date, well shag for we never really dated as such, when he wanted to fuck me there and it was only on our fourth where I let him. We were both into rimming and fingers up there and several time we lay on the bed, our arms round each other with our fingers up the other's bum.
It was a few weeks later that we were in his flat in Bloomsbury when he said.
"You say that you would have liked to have seen me being fucked by Dave."
"Yes, I would have done, I told you I find men together sexy, just as most blokes like seeing two birds together. Same thing really, two for the price of one."
"I wish I had now."
"What?"
"Let him fuck me. I need to branch out more, get new kicks, new pleasures.
"Fuck it Thomas you've got enough kicks already."
"Yes but I have not been fucked have I?"
"Do you really want to be fucked up your bum?" I asked getting a little excited.
"Yes, I think I would enjoy it."
"Well I do have a strapon if that would help."
"Fucking hell Teen why didn't you tell me before."
"Simple you didn't ask."
*
As usual Thomas was late, he was a terrible timekeeper. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly four thirty; he was half an hour late and I wondered whether he had forgotten. It was a Saturday afternoon and I knew that he and some of the agency guys had been on a big one last night. It was quite possible that he did not get home until daylight so he could still be asleep.
I was feeling well pissed off with him not even texting or calling me, when the buzzer went. I checked my appearance in the mirror and feeling pleased with my hair and the long, black, flowing gown I pressed the button to unlock the door.
"I thought you were not coming," I said by way of a cold greeting.
"Yeah sorry I got involved in something."
We had a couple of drinks and then he sat next to me on the sofa and put his arm round me. We kissed and his hand immediately went to my breasts. He likes my big tits and often would play with them for ages as he recovered from fucking me a first time.
"Let's go upstairs," I said greedily rubbing the bulge in his jeans.
We grabbed a bottle of vodka and went up to my bedroom on the top floor, the third, of the Victorian town house I own in Islington. The room is large around twenty feet square with a balcony that looks out over the back of the house with views of the tall buildings in the City.
"Oh fuck," I said. "I forgot the gear, hang on let me go get it, why don't you get undressed?"
I went downstairs to the ground floor and into the kitchen at the back of the house. I rummaged through a cupboard and got the tin with the joints in that I keep well hidden. I checked that there were sufficient spliffs in there and then made the long climb back up the stairs to the bedroom. When I got there I was out of breath, but thankfullyThomas was naked and nicely hard; he looked good lying in the middle of my bed. He has a great body and a lovely thick cock that was ramrod straight up his flat stomach to just past his naval.
"Mmmm, you didn't waste much time did you?"
"No hurry I feel fucking horny."
