It was black. Sleek and shiny. Semi-realistic in shape – no veins, none of the imperfections of the flesh, but there was a flared out head, a slight curve to the shaft. It was just over seven inches in length, and big enough around that her fingers could almost but not quite wrap all the way around it. It was attached to a harness with two different sets of adjustable straps, and the harness had a small vibrating pad which could be moved around so it would best be pressed against her own sensitive anatomy once she put it on.
She stared at it as if it were alien – foreign. Sir had used plenty of toys on her in the past, and her own collection of vibrators and dildos for use when she wasn’t with him was respectable. She was no stranger to artificial cocks, be they silicone, plastic, or even glass. But this one was different, both because of how it was to be used, and where it was intended to go.
His presence against her back was the only warning she had of his emergence from the bathroom. The heat of his skin radiated out against her, not touching her, not yet, although they were close enough that she could feel the tickle of his chest hair brushing against her shoulder blades. His cock, already semi-hard and heavy, nestled between her buttocks, the sensitive skin and full, fleshy cheeks making a perfect resting place for him.
“You seem intimidated,” he said, his mouth close to her ear. The hairs of his beard tickled her earlobes, and his breath was warm and moist. His hands moved around her, encircling her bare waist, his hands coming to rest on her hips, his fingers just at the edge of her public patch.
“Not… intimidated…” she replied, pressing back against him, closing the slight gap between them so that her back was firmly against his strong chest. She wiggled her hips, grinding her ass against his cock, feeling it twitch and stiffen in response. “It’s just…”
“Just what, Pet?” he asked, gentleness in his tone, but speaking firmly enough that she knew that refusing to answer him was not an option.
“I’m not a switch, Sir. I’ve never wanted to be. I love surrendering to you, knowing you will take care of me, giving you control of how we fuck. I want you to use me, to give my body to you. You can play me like an instrument, I love it.”
“I don’t think I can do the same with our positions reversed.”
“Is that what you think is going to happen?” he chuckled. “You think I’m asking you to dominate me?”
He spun her around to face him, and kissed her before he spoke. The kiss was deep, and passionate, open-mouthed, although his tongue did not emerge to probe her own. But his lips were firm against hers, and she let out a sigh of release as he kissed her, her breasts pressed tight against his chest, her nipples small points of excitement that dug into his pecs, the feel of his cock against her pubes sending a fresh rush of excitement through her. His right hand remained on her hip, but his left reached around to take a firm grip on her ass.
“Am I any less your dominant when I go down on you? When I pleasure you, my tongue exploring the crevices of your sweet pussy? When my lips close on your clit?”
“Am I not your dominant when you go down on me, sucking my hard cock into your hot little mouth?”
“Of course not, Sir.”
“What about when you finger my ass as you suck me? Have I stopped being your dominant then?”
“What about our friends where the woman is the dominant? Do you think any of them are less the domme just because they’re the ones being fucked?”
She thought to some of their acquaintances and friends. She imagined Mistress Emily naked, her large breasts exposed, her downy pubic hair matted with arousal, and tried to picture her with a man between her legs, her pussy being pounded by a hard cock. She knew several of Emily’s play partners, and they were mostly large men, and quite fit. She knew how much she surrendered when she was being fucked by Sir, and she tried to imagine Mistress Emily doing the same.
The image wouldn’t come. The only way she could make the image fit in her head was for Emily to still be in complete control, even with a much larger, much physically stronger man pounding between her thighs.
“No, Sir,” she answered. “I guess I can’t.”
“Then why do you think I’m surrendering any of my control to you, just because I want you to fuck me?”
“I…. I don’t know. I just do?” She frowned, biting her lip in consternation. “Why do you want me to fuck you?”
“Because I do.”
“That’s not much of an answer…”
“And I shouldn’t need to give you more of one than that. But since you don’t normally ask these kind of questions, I’ll indulge you. I want you to fuck me because I’m bisexual and I enjoy the feeling of being fucked in my ass. You enjoy anal, don’t you?”
“Ok. Same thing here. Sometimes that’s what I’m in the mood for. And right now I’m not sleeping with any men, and I don’t really feel like going out and finding one just to get fucked. For the time being, you’re the only person I’m interested in fucking – or being fucked by. Does that make sense?”
“I suppose so.”
“Listen,” he said, giving her a brief kiss. “I may be your Sir, but you know I’m not going to make you do something you’re unwilling to try. If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”
She gave him a smile. This was why she loved him, why she chose him to submit to. And with that in mind, why she responded as she did.
“Thank you, Sir. I want to make you feel good, and do what you want me to. But you may need to guide me.”
“Happily,” he answered as he gave her another kiss. “Now, let’s get you strapped in.”
Sir set to work, working the adjustable straps around her hips and under her ass. She may never have worn such a harness before, but he clearly had experience with them. Someday she would have to ask him about that. In moments the harness was in place, and the artificial cock jutted out proudly from her pubic hair. The lower set of straps pressed the vibrating pad in contact with her clit, and Sir flicked it on to its lowest setting. The vibrations sent mild waves of pleasure through her as it pulsed on and off.
Sir stepped back from her to admire his handiwork. Her shoulder-length red hair hung wildly around her head, and her modest breasts were firm and high on her chest, perfect on her slender frame. She was a vision of feminine sexuality, all the way down to the place between her legs, where the jet-black dildo emerged. The contrast was delicious, and the sight of her made him stiffen.
He moved away from her, laying back on the bed, and reaching for the tube of lubricant he had put on the nightstand. He set it by him as he beckoned to her, spreading his legs as he did so.
“First, prepare me. Suck my cock and ready my ass for you.”
She crawled across the bed to him, the dildo dangling between her legs as she did so. She nuzzled her face between his muscular thighs, inhaling the musky scent of his sex as she extended her tongue and slowly licked him from the base of his cock, where it met his balls, all the way up to the tip.
As he let out a soft sigh of contentment, she closed her lips over the head of his cock, sucking the first several issues into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she did so. Sir moaned his encouragement as she cradled his balls in one hand before continuing to move her hand between his legs, gently teasing his anal opening with one manicured finger as her other hand reached for the lube.
She began to bob her head up and down on his shaft, savoring the taste of him and the feel of his cock in her mouth as she poured a generous amount of the slippery gel into her hand and began to work her index finger into his ass. He was tight, but his ass opened up, welcoming her probing fingers as she started to work a second into him, loosening him up and spreading him open.
Sir groaned with pleasure, savoring the dual sensations of her mouth pleasuring his manhood as she fingered his rear passage. She had to admit that she was enjoying the experience of giving pleasure to her Sir. The vibrations against her clit made the experience physically pleasurable as well, but she was getting more from the mental enjoyment of seeing him receiving pleasure from her mouth and fingers.
Fingers laced themselves in her hair from above, and she felt Sir gently pull her head back, off of his cock.
“Am I doing something wrong, Sir?” she asked, her voice dripping with innocent sweetness, curling the fingers still within his ass and stroking his prostrate.
“Not at all, Pet,” he said, smiling down at her. “But now it is time for you to fuck me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she sat back on her knees. The artificial cock bobbed in front of her, jostling as she did so. She poured another generous glob of lube onto her hands and began to grease up her “cock.”
Sir spread his legs wider, reaching down and grabbing his legs under the knees as he held himself open.
“Start slowly,” he ordered. “But firm. Give me that cock.”
She inched forward on her knees until the head of the strap-on was pressed against his anal passage, still gaping slightly open from where she had fingered him. Unsure of exactly how best to do so, she thrust forward with a shift of her hips, the tip of the dildo sliding against his asshole, then slipping to the side.
“Take it in your hand,” Sir said. “Aim it, and try again.”
She did so, enjoying the feel of the slippery shaft in her fingers. For a moment she tried to imagine that the cock she was holding really was hers. That it wasn’t a dildo attached to her by nylon strapping, but that it was her own flesh and blood. The thought made her giggle inwardly even as she positioned the strap on against his opening again, and using her fingers to guide it in, she pressed forward with her hips, sinking the flared head past his opening, and then pushing another inch into him.
“Ughhh,” Sir exclaimed, a sound that mixed both pain and pleasure. “Slower, pet. Give me time to adjust.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she said, pulling back until the strap-on was nearly withdrawn. “Should I try again?”
“Yes, just… slower.”
Carefully she began to thrust forward again, trying not to move too fast and push too much into him at once. Sir closed his eyes, and moaned in pleasure, his own cock twitching as hers sank into him. Trying to remember how she preferred to be fucked when Sir took her ass, she withdraw partially and then pushed in again, slightly deeper this time.
“Yes,” Sir hissed in pleasure. “That’s the way. Keep doing that. Slowly, but fill me. Bury your cock in my ass.”
She continued to repeat these motions, fucking him slowly, feeding more of the strap-on into his ass, watching the expression of pained pleasure on Sir’s face. “Is that what I look like when he’s fucking me?” she wondered.
Finally, she felt the pressure of Sir’s body against hers as she completely sank the cock into him, his flesh pressed against her, increasing the friction of the vibrating patch pressed against her clit. Sir opened his eyes, looking up at her. He released his grip behind his knees and wrapped his legs around her, bringing his right hand up to play with her tits.
“That’s perfect, Pet,” he said, wiggling his hips to bring her in deeper. “Now, fuck me.”
She withdrew the strap-on halfway, and then pushed back into him, noting that it was much easier this time. She couldn’t deny the eroticism of the sight of the artificial shaft entering him, sliding under his balls as it invaded his ass. His cock was hard – as hard as she had ever seen it, and the head glistened with his precum
“That’s from me. That’s from the pleasure he’s getting from me fucking him,” she thought.
She wrapped her left hand around his cock, stroking up and down the shaft as she slowly fucked him.
“Ugggghhhhh,” he groaned. “Yes. That. Keep doing that. But fuck me harder. I’m no innocent virgin. Fuck me hard and fast, just as you like me to fuck you.”
She smiled and began to speed up, thrusting in and out of him with enough speed and force that her breasts bounced on her chest. Her hand moved up and down his shaft in time.
Even with the vibrations against her clit, this wasn’t doing much for her physically, but she couldn’t ignore how excited and turned on she was getting from seeing Sir in the throes of passion. Her cunt was dripping with arousal, and her nipples felt tight enough to burst.
“I need more,” Sir groaned. “Fuck me from behind.”
She withdrew as he rolled over onto his hands and knees. His ass gaped open at her as she moved back into position behind him. She aimed the strap-on and pushed back into him, sinking all the way in with a single stroke.
“Yesssss,” he said. “Now fuck me.”
She gripped him by hips. “Yes, Sir. If you insist.”
With that, she began to hammer into him, heedless of how deep she went, how hard she thrust, how fast, but just putting everything she could into fucking him like a machine – like a beast – like she wanted him to fuck her. Her arousal grew with each moan that escaped his lips, with each cry of “Yes,” that he gave out. She was enflamed, she wanted his cock in her more than she could say. Unable to quench the passion within her, she poured her desire into her fucking of him.
“Oh god, oh… fuck… yes,” Sir groaned into his pillow. His hand reached down between his legs, and she could see him grab his cock and stroke it. “I am going to cum, Pet. Soon. Ugh…. I’ll give you the choice… do I come from you fucking me? Or do I fuck you?”
She hesitated, pausing her thrusts. She wanted him. Badly. Her pussy was practically begging to be filled. And yet… the temptation to see him cum in this position – with her cock buried inside him – she couldn’t resist.
“Cum for me, Sir. Cum as I fuck you.”
Her thrusts resumed, and she could feel the frantic motion of his hand stroking himself as she fucked him. Soft groans and moans escaped his throat, and before too long, she felt him stiffen as he released a primal scream. She couldn’t see his hands or his cock from her angle, but she could see his arm stop moving, and realized that he must have spilled his seed across the bedspread beneath them.
Slowly, she withdrew the strap-on from him, watching as his ass gaped open. Once she was out of him, he collapsed forward, rolling to his side to avoid laying in his own semen. She fumbled with the straps, removing the harness before sliding next to him, curling into him, her hand moving to gently play with his still semi-erect cock.
“Thank you, Pet. That was wonderful. Exactly what I wanted.”
She smiled into him, noticing that his cock was not losing its stiffness. “You’re welcome, Sir.”
“If you keep that up, I’m going to need to fuck you soon,” he warned.
She grinned, knowing he couldn’t see her mouth as her face remained buried in his chest. But she didn’t stop her movements, and she felt him harden again.
About the Author
Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084