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The skintight black patent leather minidress should have been the first warning. Instead, it was the bait, and she reeled me right in. It was mostly older college students and young professionals not too far removed from the campus. I was chatting with a few buddies when I spotted her. She was just standing on the edge of the dance floor, surveying the room, her hips barely undulating in time to the Strapon mistress stories. She was the woman who had starred in my erotic dreams since I was a teenager: wavy black hair to the middle of her back, creamy white skin, a petite curvy form with bulging breasts Strapon mistress stories flaring hips and a narrow waist any woman would kill for.

Her lips were glossed a wine shade of red and her hair was in cute bangs in front. Her whole package was shown off in that shiny black dress, black stockings with seams and low-heeled black patent shoes. I was in love! I approached her, ready with one of my best lines, but she cut me off. As I trailed behind, I watched her cute little butt wiggle in the shiny black dress and started growing an impressive hard-on.

Fast songs or slow, she danced so close that some part of her was always touching me: hands, arms, breasts, hair, butt. During one slow song, she reached behind and planted my hands on her ass. As I caressed her cheeks, I could feel the unmistakable presence of garters beneath. What a hot one I had! When the song ended, she looked into my eyes and licked her lips. It seemed we had only danced a few songs, but it already was dark out. She led me to a cherry red Mustang convertible. And we sped off into the night. We will have sex like you never dreamed possible.

Just do everything I say and you will have fun like never before. Hesitate, even for a moment, and the fun stops.

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I was dying for some relief. My cock was hard and thick and hot as my hand slid up and down. Before I knew it, the flash on one of those one-use cameras went off. I stacked my clothes on the console between us. Despite the humiliation, my cock was still rock hard. She reached over and grabbed it.

She did something with her fingers so they rippled as she jerked me up and down. It was incredible. She started to Strapon mistress stories lanes, and let go of my cock. I thought she did that to concentrate on her driving. But, instead, without saying a word, she grabbed my clothes and tossed them out of the car onto the side of the highway. We even got off the highway and drove on city streets. Suddenly, she pulled to the curb in front of a photoshop, which, thankfully, was closed for the night and deserted. I saw her write something, then drop her camera in a little envelope and slide it through a slot in the door.

She was very quiet as we drove, as if she were lost in thought. That put me at just the elevation where people standing on the street could see what I was doing. Fortunately, the only people out walking were the trashy whores who worked the neighborhood. Several of them cheered on my mysterious driver, and one even flashed her tits and pussy at us. At long last, we pulled into a parking lot next to a tall apartment building.

She gazed into my eyes with that droopy-lidded stare that bespoke desire and licked those wonderfully full, wine-colored lips, making them even glossier. This sexy girl.

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These sexy lips. She grabbed my shaft in one hand, which almost made me cum, and pulled her hair out of the way with the other, so I could see every bit of the action.

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She formed her luscious lips into an O-shape, and I could feel her panting breaths on the head of my cock. I closed my eyes, settled back into the leather seat and prepared myself to enjoy this. This is my place.

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The building had a security guard, and I blushed as she ed us in. The ride to the seventh floor in the elevator was uneventful. But, when the doors slid open, two young women were waiting to get on. They giggled when they saw me. A black leather easy chair stood against one wall, and what looked like the frame for a glass-topped Strapon mistress stories table was in the center of the room.

The glass top was gone, but probably a dozen pieces of rope were attached to it. Got it? She had me kneel near the heavy iron table frame, and tied me to it. My butt stuck up in the air, and my cock dangled freely. I was facing away from the easy chair. When she returned, she stood in front of me, having changed into very tall spike heels, I might guess six inches even. From behind me, in the direction of the easy chair, I heard a vaguely familiar feminine giggle.

Swell, I thought, I have an audience. I struggled to turn and see who it was, but I was incapable. The woman who had driven me to the apartment stood before me in profile. Besides slipping on the spike heels, she also had put on shiny black gloves that extended beyond her elbows. The heels had done wonderful things for her: Her calves were taut with sexual tension, the curves of her ass jutted out even farther and her breasts seemed magnified. As she stood before me, she held a long, white cigarette to her lips, and fired it up. My boner twitched and tingled.

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How could she know I had a smoking fetish? She puffed on the cigarette inexpertly, like someone who had just started smoking. It lent her an air of wicked innocence that drove me even wilder. She let out a long exhale, then dangled the cigarette between her pouty lips. With both hands, she reached behind her back, unfastened the top of her dress and slowly zipped it down. She stepped out of it, revealing that all her underthings were black: satin-cupped bra and waist-cincher corset, which acted like a garter belt. She stood before me scantily clad for several minutes, silently enjoying her cigarette, before stepping out of my field of view.

When she returned, the mystery lady was carrying a strap-on dildo in one hand. She lodged the cigarette, which had burned almost to the butt end, between her lips, bent forward and stepped into the dildo harness. When she stood back up, still in profile, she had a long, thick cock jutting from her pelvis! She took a last drag on the cigarette, stubbed it out and turned to me.

Then she grabbed the dildo and spanked my face a few times with her cock. I heard the giggle behind me again. We all know what a little cocksucking slut you are. Suck my cock for me like those little bitches in porn movies. Come on, suck it! She forced the head of the dildo to the back of my mouth so that I gagged on it several Strapon mistress stories, fearing I would choke to death.

She rather abruptly yanked her cock from my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth wither your cock. Please, Sara, I need your cock. The flash went off, and I knew my humiliation was captured on film. She started sawing in and out. You can never have too much lubrication for a buttfuck. It sounded awful familiar. Her big rubber cock popped from between my lips. She stood in front of me and obscenely stroked her shiny-black-gloved hands up and down the flesh colored cock.

Sara opened a condom and rolled it onto her strap-on cock. I felt something cold and goopy being squirted onto my ass, then start dripping down the crack between my cheeks. Pretty soon I felt her gloved hands massaging the goop into my asshole; it was very slippery. Then I felt something big and hard pressed against it, and I knew she was about to fuck me with her cock.

Tell me what a worthless whore you are and how much you want me to fuck your ass. I started begging for cock like some porn starlet. She pushed the head inside me. I felt so stretched, and felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom. I saw a camera flash go off from behind me, and I knew that my unseen audience had taken a picture of me getting assfucked by a girl with a strap-on. I was now completely embarrassed. Nothing worse could happen. It became a warm fullness, a very erotic pressure. Almost involuntarily, I started going along with her game.

I want your cock. I want it now. My cock, which had grown limp with embarrassment, started to perk up. I was Strapon mistress stories starting to enjoy having my ass fucked. Behind me, further behind than where Sara was screwing me, I heard a very sensual moan, followed by panting groans, both very feminine.

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