Sophie (Cocked)

The party was going well, a very pleasant and well appointed club room, nice red mood lighting, lots of leather chairs and couches, racks and stocks and crosses for punishment lots of scantily clad subs, some completely naked.

“It’s only a cock, don’t worry” Martha whispered as Sophie squirmed at the sudden intrusion of a warm and very stiff penis into her very moist vagina. Sophie was shocked, “this was not in the plan,” she thought but she could do nothing to stop it. It was supposed to be girls only,a dom /sub party for girls but suddenly a man was having sex with her. She was quite literally powerless, naked with her hands secured behind her back, her ankles connected by hobble chain and a tight fitting mask prevent her from seeing what was going on.

Martha often took Sophie to girly parties to show her off. Sophie proudly played the part of Martha’s slave, naked and bound allowing Martha’s girl friends to finger her, fondle her breasts and anything else they wanted. She was used to monster dildo’s being eased up her vagina as she was bent over a table or chair back but never a cock. Men simply were not allowed.

Martha was so proud of Sophie, Martha was older nearly Twenty Seven while Sophie was only just out of Uni at Twenty Three.

They had been together for ages ever since Martha picked Sophie up in the park one summers day and taken her home to see her art portfolio.

Strange beasts half human half wolf, swans with angel faces, surreal images of dark places in stark charcoal on white paper, landscapes on canvass. Martha was very talented.

“I knew you were a little dyke the moment I set eyes on you,” Martha said as Sophie gasped at a picture of Adam and Eve with the snake buried deep in Eve’s pussy and she had kissed Sophie passionately on the lips and eased her panties down in a single motion.

It had been Sophie’s first time with a woman, so soft and gentle and sweet that she stayed the night and never went back, except to return the keys to her flat and collect her things.

Months had passed, Sophie posed for Martha’s paintings, Roman Goddesses, strange animals half horse half human were created with Sophie’s features. often Martha would put down the brush and go down on Sophie on a whim. Martha introduced Sophie to her girlfriends, just a flying visit to begin with, often when Sophie was posing topless.

“Oh don’t mind her she’s seen it all before,” Martha would say breezily as she invited a freind in, “Isn’t she beautiful?” she would say.

Sophie would smile nervously and hope the visitor would soon leave. “Make us a coffee there’s a dear,” Martha requested and instead of looking desperately and hopelessly for something to hide her naked breasts Sophie would dutifully make her way past the guest and down to the kitchen. Gradually Sophie became more confident, and accepted the hugs and kisses the visitors lavished on both Martha and herself as the visitors went to leave.

Kisses became more intimate, and then Martha explained how much it would help her career as an artist if Sophie would play her slave at an intimate soiree.

Sophie was not at all sure about it, but when Martha explained she would be masked and no one would see who she was she relented. That was ages ago, the soirees became regular events, sex parties, lesbian sex parties, but now suddenly a cock was sliding deep into Sophie’s moist pussy.

Countless fingers had roused her, twos and threes pressed inside, her clit teased until she was on the brink of cumming but the cock was a total shock. She had not had an actual cock since she had been dating Martha, she didn’t object in principle but someone should have asked permission and should have put a condom on first.

Sophie did her best to stop the intrusion but it was hopeless.