I’m A “Girly Girl” But I Fuck My Guy With A Strap-On. This Is What It’s Like.
He wants it. He wants it so bad that he's facedown on his mattress with his legs spread waiting for me to give him what he wants.
He wants it. He wants it so bad that he’s facedown on his mattress with his legs spread waiting for me to give him what he wants. He’d be telling me exactly what he wants but he can’t, cause I strapped a gag around his mouth. I lock his hands up most of the time so he can’t touch me.
He wants it; he’s never wanted anything as bad as he wants this, at this moment. And I am going to give him what he wants — I always do — but first I’m gonna make him wait. I know that each second feels like eternity for him but he loves it and he’s getting harder and harder by the second. He always likes me to tie him up and gag and blindfold him and then do my nails real slow next to him or read a book or even go for a walk around the block.
So I strap this thing around my waist. Well, I step into it, really. I tie it tight so it doesn’t shake loose and then bam! I have all the power a big old cock provides. It feels heavy as it hangs between my legs, but it’s a good, powerful weight. It’s real big and thick and rubbery; I’ve had it inside me (I used to do it and make him watch) and it’s no easy feat to accommodate that thing.
But he loves it, so after I’ve got it good and lubed up with the slipperiest shit we could find, I slip it in his ass real slow. You gotta do it slow or it hurts. That’s what he says, anyway, because I refuse to put anything in my ass. I’m not that kind of girl.
Real slow, inch by agonizing inch. He is breathing hard, probably drooling out that gag onto the sheets. He is hard as hell right now. Sometimes he gets soft in the middle of it and I have to quick spit in my hand or suck him off a little bit. He tells me that once in awhile it feels too good and he just loses his erection.
Once I get it all in, I start rocking my hips back and forth like guys do when they’re fucking me. He is grunting and moaning a little and of course I’m checking in on him to make sure it doesn’t hurt, because I might be his dominatrix but I’m not into actually hurting him more than is OK. I go faster and faster and he is losing his mind. Sometimes I whack him off while we do this and other times I just smack his balls. He likes both equally. I like to get him really close to coming and then stop, yank the gag out of his mouth and make him plead with me to keep going. Sometimes I get myself off with the vibrator while we do this, but right now I’m focusing on him.
Then I get him on his back and slip that big dick in again so it’s like missionary, but I’m him and he’s me. It’s really weird the first time you flip that around; it feels strange to turn the tables on such a normal position. When we do this, I always get jealous that dudes can just stick it in and it feels awesome. I don’t feel anything because my “dick” is fake. But he loves this and I love him and I like bossing him around and making him act like a bitch.
I’ve asked him how this feels a couple times; we do it once a week, sometimes more if he’s been especially good. I like to make him beg for it. He can’t describe it, says it’s way too intense for words. It must be, because when he comes (usually into my hand, though sometimes I let him bust on me and then make him lick it up) he’s totally useless for like a half hour.
I’m kind of bored now so I spit in my hand and grab his dick and whack him off while I thrust.
He is howling through that gag and I’m whispering, “Shut up, you bitch, do you want to wake up the whole damn house? You better give it to me now.” And then I do a countdown from ten and if he can’t come by “one” he doesn’t get to. He loves this shit. “Six … five … four …” Thrust thrust thrust … He is just about there, so I give him one big push with that heavy dick and bam, just like that, we’re done. I throw the strapon on the floor, because when he recovers I’m gonna make that bitch clean it off. 
