Chapter 185

I realised that something more was needed, and so I reached down between my thighs and used my fingers to open my labia apart, widening my hole with a murmuring whimper of desire. This offering of utter submission was what the woman wanted, and she reached forward to clamp her hands over my shoulders.

I had only the briefest of warnings as the rounded tip of the strap-on pressed for a second against the base of my cunt, and then the woman pushed her feet against the carpet behind her and lunged forwards.

Using the leverage conferred by her position behind and above me, together with the momentum imparted by her greater weight, she pivoted her pelvis and speared the hard rod of the strap-on straight into my vagina, ramming it home until the faceplate of its harness slapped against my ass with a wet resounding smack.

I gave a deep groan, and shuddered from my head to my toes under the twin impacts of her action – the first and lesser being the physical penetration, the second and greater being her sexual dominance.

The woman’s hands gripped my waist, and her slow rasping withdrawal of the plastic cock was an exercise in deliberate arousal that made my head swim. She paused just a tantalising few seconds, and then – just as I was about to break down and plead for it – she smacked it back into me with even greater speed and force.

I gave a throaty howl, and closed my eyes as intense waves of excitement radiated through my nervous system. I abandoned myself to being taken, luxuriating in my powerless acceptance of her mastery over me.

That woman fucked me relentlessly, like she was drilling for oil. Well, I’m a gusher at the best of times, and her angry and almost savage thrusts sure hit the mother lode.

In all the sex that I’d previously had – and quite a few could be pretty forceful at times – no one had ever shafted me so deeply and so hard, with such furious pace and force.

She had literally swept me off my feet – seized me, stripped me, screwed me and taken me to Sapphic heaven.

As I whimpered and writhed under the impact of each impalement from the dildo, the woman reached forward and wound her hand into my tumbled tresses of rich red hair – which is my other best feature, and goes so well with my deep brown eyes, pale skin and scattering of ginger freckles.

She used her grip to pull my head backwards, arching my spine and giving her an even better angle for ramming me with the strap-on phallus. This also brought my breasts into prominence and easy reach, as my chest was thrust out in front of me like the figurehead of an old sailing ship.

The woman removed a hand from her iron grip on my hair, and used it to reach round and cup one of my breasts, pinching the flesh and rolling the nipple between her fingers.

This was the final trigger, and I came with blinding intensity, experiencing the most volcanic orgasm that I have ever known.

I would have shrieked at the top of my lungs, but the woman anticipated this and pushed my face into the back of the couch, muffling my cries.

As I subsided into shuddering gasps, she drew her fingernails firmly down my back from shoulders to butt, raking parallel tracks on either side of my spine.

This trick worked its magic, for I had barely registered that my first climax had finished when her nails curved round to come under my ass and reach the target of my pussy – where their arrival instantly detonated a second explosion of sexual pleasure.

The woman rose from behind my prone body, pulling the dildo out of my cunt and leaving my vaginal juices to seep onto the carpet.

However, she was not done with using me yet, not by any means. She unbuckled the straps of the harness, and let the strap-on fall from her body to thud onto the floor. Then she swung around to sit on the couch beside me, and took a firm grip on my disheveled ginger hair.

In one fluid motion, she spread her legs open and pulled my head down between her thighs, until my face smacked into her damp hot pussy.

She had a sharp musky odour, slightly stale and sweaty. She evidently had not had a shower since coming home, and with sudden vivid desire I imagined her pussy rubbing against the crotch of her panties all day long as she masterfully carried out whatever important professional or business duties that she had – for like Ms Betty, she had the complete confidence and command of someone who gave orders rather than received them.

I revelled in the ripe smell of her cunt, so much more arousing than if it had been sprinkled with the finest Chanel perfume.

I was still slightly dazed from the adrenalin rush induced by the way in which she had taken me and the stunning intensity of my orgasms, but I know exactly what to do when presented with the wonderful prospect of a mature woman’s clean-shaven pussy, its labia parted and moist juices seeping from the widening deep-pink gorge of pleasure lying between them.