Experimentation Volume 4

Looking at the two women Mistress was playing with, I was still feeling jealous, but the sensations running through my body were making that feeling far less noticeable as the minutes passed. Within five minutes, I don’t think I gave a damn about anything that went on, behind the counter; I was too focused on myself. Feeling both guilty and selfish, I led the girl around the counter and pushed her down next to Abigail. Straddling her face, I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Time to demonstrate my own skills! Just briefly, I raised my head from the girl’s pussy, and commanded little Jennie to use her dildo and ride Abigail. That way, all in the room could see just how good she was at the carnal arts. The mouthy cow in the middle of giving Mistress’ pussy a good fingering didn’t look too happy at being disturbed, but she took it good naturedly. I watched in fascination as Mistress positioned her sex toy in her pussy, and then inserted it slowly into Abigail’s pussy. Despite the feelings in my pussy, I was able to focus on Abigail’s face as Mistress softly made love to her while tickling her clitoris. Just from the look on her face, it was clear that Abigail was experiencing something new, and was enraptured with the sensations. I don’t believe that Abigail had ever been allowed to come from the attentions of another person, but when she did come, under Mistress, she screamed out loud, and bucked almost uncontrollably. There was a round of applause from the women clustered around the counter, and Mistress blushed, as she got up and straightened her skirt.

Not long after that third sex shop visit, where Mistress did her ‘dirty little lesbo slut’ impersonation, was when she decided to try something new in the bedroom. By then, our lovemaking had become a little routine, although I wouldn’t have complained about that. It was still fabulous fun, but it was becoming a little predictable. Without warning, I discovered a new side to Mistress. I was lying in bed, fingering a rather wet pussy, as I waited for Mistress to get out of the bathroom and come fuck me. She walked into the bedroom in a PVC catsuit, complete with face mask and whiskers, and carrying a whip in her right hand, and she looked as horny as a woman could ever look. It took me a few seconds to spot the latex covered dildo sticking out from Mistress’ crotch, and I hoped it was double-ended and evenly sized. I figured that it had to be nearly a twelve inches long, and I wondered how much Mistress was feeling the stretching effect in her lovely tasting, tight pussy. All I’d ever had in it was about eight inches long, and wasn’t as broad as what I could see. Another dose of pussy training was clearly on the menu for Mistress! Obviously, Mistress’ pussy wasn’t anywhere near as tight as it had been on the first night she blushingly permitted me to see it, but whether it would comfortably accommodate something as large as what I was hoping was shoved deep inside it, well, that was another matter. I figured that after three years of regular fucking with an eight inch faux cock, then Mistress’ lovely sweet pussy shouldn’t have too much trouble with a twelve inch one. I took solace from the fact that if the other half of the dildo existed at all, it was already inside Mistress’ pussy, and if it hurt her, then she took full responsibility for that face.

In a way, I was a little disappointed with Mistress’ outfit; it covered her magnificent body from chin to toe in latex, and that way I couldn’t reach her tits or clit, and play with them as she rode me. Still, it had been years since I’d been on the receiving end of such a big prick, and never had it been so much fun to have that much (fake) meat buried (equally fake) balls-deep in me. Mistress claimed that I sounded like a stereotypical porn slut while she fucked me hard, and she was probably right! You should have seen the look on Mistress’ beautiful face when I told her that I’d never been fucked so well in my life. When Mistress had come, and climbed off me, she lay down by my side, smiling. I had an idea! I reached across to her crotch and clipped off the big fake prick, withdrawing it from Mistress’ tight pussy with a disgusting slurping sound. After which I began to lick the cunt-cream from Mistress’ crotch and upper thighs. “Watch this, Mistress,” I instructed, and changed position by one hundred and eighty degrees, with my head over the foot of the bed. Getting my head on the right angle, I was able to feed the twelve inches that had been in Mistress’ pussy, all the way down my throat without triggering my gag reflex. As I lay there, deep-throating the big dildo, like a seasoned whore, (which in a way I suppose I was), I could barely breathe, but the wide-eyed expression on Mistress’ face as she watched my demo, was easily worth the discomfort.

She began exploring my body again, and when her fingers neared my pussy, I began to thrust my hips up off the bed, hoping that she’d realize that I wanted the equivalent of a spit-roast, because it had been a long time since any men had done that to me, and I figured I’d get far more pleasure from Mistress. Of course, there was a high degree of probability that I wouldn’t reach orgasm with my throat still full. The pleasure I got from Mistress frequently used to get me considerably out of breath, and I would pant a lot as Mistress fucked me. If I got to that point, then I knew I’d have to clear my throat to be able to breathe properly, or I’d probably pass out the way I had a couple of times in the past, with my previous Master’s prick in my pussy, and his best friend’s prick down my throat. His best friend had the biggest flesh and blood prick that I ever sucked, in my life, and I was glad he didn’t stick that massive thing in my pussy. They weren’t bothered if I passed out from lack of oxygen, just as long as I didn’t suffocate entirely. They were bastards like that, and I was glad that Master was a surgeon, and could treat me for such conditions. Only once were they careless enough to take it to the point where I was actually clinically dead from oxygen starvation, and Master refused to let that happen to me again; I was too expensive to waste like that. I know that he wasn’t concerned for me, and for my health and comfort; just the money that would be wasted if I died. Bastard!

Anyway, Mistress took the hint, and after grabbing our smaller double-ender, she inserted it into her pussy, and began to fuck me with it. I was right in my theory that I wouldn’t be able to continue sucking the fake prick all the way down my throat as Mistress continued to pleasure me, and I began to need to breathe quicker and deeper. I pulled the large black PVC covered invasion out of my throat, and was surprised when Mistress grabbed the hand holding it and began to lick the end that hadn’t been in my mouth. That end was covered with my pussy cream and Mistress closed her eyes as she licked the cream off. Then she kissed me, allowing me to taste the cream, too. After a short break to allow our tongues to dance around each others, Mistress went back to making love to me, as she squeezed my tits and commented on my being a right dirty bitch. I’d been taught to be a dirty bitch, for the enjoyment of men, the best part of twenty years previously, but if it pleased Mistress, I become even dirtier, just for her. It probably wouldn’t please Mistress, however, if I changed just for her, and not for myself.

Feeling the smaller rubber prick pushing its way into my pussy, and comparing it with the feeling of the larger one from only a few minutes earlier, I waited until Mistress withdrew most of the dildo from my pussy and I was able to turn over and offer my ass. I turned to look up at Mistress and said, “Do me up my other entrance, Mistress, please?” I asked, and handed Mistress the larger dildo.
“Can you take that?” Mistress asked, with a very surprised expression on her face; it was a big prick, after all, and a lady’s bottom was not designed to have things of that size shoved up it.
“I’ve be well-used in my time, Mistress; I believe I can take even a prick that size,” I stated with a little more confidence than I felt. However, I was willing to try.

Mistress smiled at me and began to scoop cream up from my pussy, rubbing it into my ass, and the big fake prick that she buried back inside her pussy. With plenty of my pussy-cream on the fingers of her right hand, Mistress began to poke them up into my body, making me moan with pleasure as she stretched my asshole wide. When Mistress was ready to mount me, she pressed the tip of the big prick up against my puckered hole, and pressed forward slightly. I felt myself being speared on the plastic prick, and felt my sphincter stretch around it. It was big, and it felt even bigger as Mistress pushed it deeply inside my body. I knew that even through my varied sex life, I’d never been stuffed with something the size of the chunk of latex covered rubber that was buried in my rectal cavity, and yet the feeling of fulfillment was better than anything I’d known in Mistress’ bed, up until that night. As Mistress achieved maximum penetration with that huge bit of rubber, and pressed her thighs against mine, I felt as if I was being split wide open, yet the effect on the pleasure centers inside my body was overwhelmingly pleasurable. The sounds that were escaping my throat were more vociferous than Mistress had ever heard, and she commented on it later. When Mistress started to push the smaller toy up into my pussy at the same time as fucked my ass, I was in sexual heaven!