I was about to lose consciousness. Just before I did, she let me breath and whispered softly in my ear "or I'll choke you to death." She gently kissed the side of my lips, the corner of my mouth. Her lips were cool against the heat pounding from my reddened face. Soooo sexy.
As she strapped the dildo on I was getting more and more excited. She looked amazing. The perfect sex machine. A pussy, a cock, breasts, a gorgeous face and body. Long legs, lean, strong.
"You like me don't you" I said, trying to top from the bottom as she finished fastening the buckles securing her cock in place. She cracked a sly grin. She did.
"No. I don't. And you talk too much." She leaned forward and jammed her dick in my mouth forcefully, choking me again. I could feel it slide down my throat which frightened me but seemed okay for the moment. I was deep throating the thick rubber dildo like a porn star. Then I started to gag and tears flooded my eyes as I struggled for air. She took her other hand and covered my nose so all my air was now cut off. I bucked and twisted trying to kick her cock from my throat. Finally, when I was getting a little scared, she pulled it out and smacked my face with it. It was heavy and hard and it hurt much more than I thought it would but she knew how much it would hurt. Dense rubber to my check bone. "What do you have to say now? You sucked that cock like a pro, you little faggot slut. Say 'I suck cock like a little faggot slut.'"
"I suck cock like a little faggot slut."
"You do, don't you. But I think you need to get fucked now. You can suck on it later if you're good." She took the red ball gag and shoved it in my mouth, fastening the straps around the back of my head to keep me from spitting it out.
"That's a pretty look for you." She got up on her knees. I widened my legs like a girl. She took two rubber gloves out of the box I had gotten at the CVS drugstore. That was an interesting look I got from the black, high school check out girl from Harlem. "All Purpose Latex Surgical Gloves" and a box of Trojans.
Fiera lubed up her right hand with the Astro Glide.
"I'll be nice because you're being such a good boy."
She slid one finger in me. I had that many times from girls who know how to give good blow jobs. No big deal. She slid a second in.
"Look how lose your pussy is you little slut." She slid a third in. That was getting a little tight. I rustled my hips to the side a little.
"Getting a little tighter? I don't know. Do you think you can take my whole cock?"
I nodded, "yes."
"Let's see." She moved in and hoisted my legs apart, spread eagle. I rested them on her shoulders. She slowly penetrated me with the head of the dildo. It hurt. It was a lot bigger than three fingers even. She slowly pushed. I was afraid I was going to rip. She was strong, forceful and deliberate. She had done this before and could sense my limits. The head popped in. A searing pain shot through me. I groaned through the gag.
"There you go." She said with a smile and didn't move for a moment, letting my body get used to the massive invasion. Slowly, she started fucking me. The pain gave way to a sweet pleasure. Less a biologically one, more so mentally. I was completely under this incredible woman's control. I was her play toy. Her sex object. It was unbelievably hot to give over that much control, that much vulnerability to a stranger. I felt completely present. I was so there with her and it was thrilling. She fucked me harder, banging my head against the head board of my bed, engulfing me with the full length of her strap on and then suddenly stopped, pulled out and stared at me, deliberating intensely with a mischievous look on her beautiful face. Then, resolved, apparently having received her answer, she left the room and went to rummage in her bag which I could see on the chair in front of my computer in the living room.
She pulled out a shiny, silver, ten inch long steel rod, the width of a knitting needle. Get... the... fuck... out... of... Here!
A SOUND!!!
She returned to the bedroom smiling. She didn't ask. She just did it. I wasn't scared at all and I didn't want to be a pussy. If I was going to try this, I might as well try it all. I felt like I would be passing a limit most men wouldn't if I let her stick a ten inch steel dowel into my dick. Take that, tough guy.
"Just relax. Take a deep breath," she said, while she rubbed the rod down with that brown surgical disinfectant you see on hospital shows that sort of looks like rust colored blood.
"It's Betadine. It's the most powerful disinfectant there is. I know what a clean freak you are." I couldn't believe I was going to let her do this. That's what was so hot about it. The look on her face. She was so fucking into it.
Like a gorgeous mad scientist experimenting on a hunk of human flesh. I don't know. It was amazing. Having the balls to risk it. Some people jump out of airplanes. I was about to let Selma Blair fuck my cock with an iron pole.
She untied my penis and balls. Blood rushed out of and into them. They started to regain their natural color, leaving behind the deep red they had become. She held my flaccid dick with her left hand and slowly guided the rod into the tip of my penis with her right hand.
I consciously breathed heavily, employing Ujai breathing, a measured calming breathing technique I learned in yoga.
I waited for the pain, watching intently. I don't think I had ever watched anything with more concentration or interest in my life. Yes, actually, I'm sure I never had.
To my surprise, and glee... no pain was occurring so far.
I thought she would have to push the rod down but all of a sudden, it just dropped by itself, like a ton of bricks, and all but two inches remained visible protruding up and out through the head of my penis. It felt strange and burned a little at the tip, I think from the Betadine, but no other pain at all. Certainly not the excruciating, unimaginable pain I had anticipated at the thought of the procedure.
IT WAS CRAZY!
Gravity, aided by some lubrication, had allowed my body, through my dick, to swallow 8 inches of this mettle rod! I clinched my sphincter instinctively and it made the rod pop out a couple inches. It scared me but didn't hurt. Okay, "Fun With Body Parts And Steel Rods," 'This fall on ABC.'" "Stupid Human Tricks?" Yeah, check this out.
"It's resting on your sphincter. It's all the way in. That is so fucking hot." She quickly got up on her knees and slid her cock into me again. She carefully started rocking into me as she stripped the rubber glove off her left hand and jammed it into my mouth beside the red ball gag. She was pulling the side of my mouth open, her fingers in my mouth, her dildo in my ass, her sound in my cock.
"I'm fucking you in every hole you little slut, how hot is that?! I'm fucking you in every hole."
Beaten up, abused, spent, I lay in the bathtub jerking off as she stood over me and pulled her panties to the side. She had the sweetest looking, pretty, shaved pussy I'd ever seen. I could taste it. She pissed on my dick while I masturbated. It's like the clouds parted and heaven was raining down on me. It felt warm and soft and gentle and like the most lovely wrong denouement to the most lovely wrong event. She concentrated her stream perfectly onto my hand and penis and balls and I jerked off. I hadn't been pissed on since I was six and the Italian kid from the 9th floor peed on my back in the stairwell. It was familiar somehow, even nearly 40 years later.
I came hard and lied in the tub wonderfully exhausted, exhilarated and calm.
Foreplay that doesn't kill you, makes you cum stronger.
As she washed her hands in the sink, there was a comfortable silence and a warm orange glow from the light over the fire exit door on the roof outside my bathroom window shinning in on us. I felt so present. So relaxed. So grateful I had given this to myself. I was so in my body, so out of my head.
Whether by sitting in front of an alter meditating or being beaten and ass raped by a hot dirty blonde... anyway you can get there.
I looked up at her as she toweled off her hands above me. "You wanna go to dinner?"
"I have a girlfriend."
"You don't like boys?"
"I like them fine."
"You like me."
"You keep saying I do."
"You keep smiling at me like you do."
"You were fun to play with." And with that and a sly smile, she left the bathroom.
She was back in Madison Avenue Advertising, waiting politely for me to open the front door, like after regular old first date. The only difference being, I didn't need to walk her down stairs and put her in a cab.
"Here. As a parting gift." I handed her a VHS from that was sitting on top of the speaker, home to all my movies.
"'If Lucy Fell?' What's this?"
"I made it. Watch it and let me know what you think."
"Okay. I will."
She pressed the elevator button and read the back jacket of the video box.
"I love Sarah Jessica Parker. I'll watch this." Just an ordinary girl. She smiled and disappeared into the elevator.
I sat on the couch and turned on Sports Center. Mistress Fiera had shown me more love, affection, consideration, kindness, respect and unconditional acceptance than 99 percent of the people I've ever dealt with in my life in any capacity or context.
So who and what was deviant? The previous hour, or the lifetime before it.
Posted by Eric Schaeffer at 9:18 AM