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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Moth to Flame (F/m, Bondage, Forced Oral/Anal)
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"Moth to the Flame"

By Deborah the Cowgirl

        All women have received them at one time or another. Those late
night phone calls from lonely ex-boyfriends. It was particularly funny when
it happened to me, because the ex in question had been putting so much
effort into acting like he never wanted to speak to me again. Then one
night, the phone woke me and there he was.
        "Hello," I said wearily.
        "Yea Deborah? It's Steve."
        "What do you want Steve?" I asked with no intonation.
        "Well...ah, I have been thinking, and...well, I miss certain aspects
of our relationship," Steve said.
        "Uh huh," I said waiting for him to get to the damn point so I could
go back to sleep.
        "I mean, sometimes I miss the good times we shared."
        In an effort to cut through the bullshit I said, "You miss the sex."
        "Well, yes. Yes I miss the sex," Steve said in a 'there I got it
out' kind of tone.
        "I thought the sex was the reason you left."
        "Well, I mean. A lot of those things that you did at the time really
freaked me out. I had never done any of those things before. You made me
feel really... strange. But, I have been thinking back on it and I found
myself missing those things even though I didn't really regard them fondly
at the time."
        "Hmm," I replied just letting the silence sink in for a moment. "And
what about that new person you have? Isn't she keeping you happy?"
        "Oh, Celeste. She's wonderful. She makes me much happier than I have
been in other relationships. It's just... I..."
        "I know what you are saying Steve," I said as a hint of reminiscence
crept into my voice. "I know what you miss... I miss those things too. If
you want, we can revisit them. But I must warn you. Our last scene was part
of a larger relationship. Believe it or not I was taking it easy on you. If
we were to do a scene, you would find it a very different experience for you
than back when we were dating. I wouldn't care how you felt anymore because
I wouldn't be there to make you happy. I would just be doing what I wanted
to do to you. Add to that the fact that I am still really hurt over you
leaving... I mean, you just have to wonder how sane someone is when they are
asking to submit to whatever twisted fantasies a practiced sadist who is
really pissed at them will come up with. You can bet that the hurt I feel
towards you is going to come out. Make no mistake Steve, if the two of us
were to get together, I predict more physical and psychological anguish then
you have ever experienced before."
        I was wide awake now. For months I had eased my depression by
visualizing scenes with Steve. In those scenes I visualized going farther
than I had ever gone with anyone. Taking him, beating him, violating him,
making him cry. Breaking him through cruel but systematic physical and
psychological torture. I have a very vivid imagination, and I had had months
in which to hone it on this very task. Surely he knew that and surely he
wasn't foolish enough to dare me to do it.
        "I know you're not going to be very nice. And I know that I am
insane for even talking to you about it. But, if we can agree to some limits
then... then it's something that I would like to revisit." "No safeword.
Either you're my plaything or you're not. Either I can do with you as I
please or I can't. No middle ground this time," I said as my imagination
flew to the various fantasies I had premeditated about him- trying to decide
which would be the more cruel, painful and satisfying.
        I could hear the gulp on the other end as he said, "Ok. I can agree
to that if you can agree to keep this between the two of us."
        "I'm afraid I can't agree to that either. But don't worry. If you
are concerned about you're little buddies finding out, or heaven forbid
you're new woman, don't be. This will be a secret between you, me and
whoever I decide to include in on it. But it wouldn't involve anyone you
know. That's the one and only promise I will make about it."
        "I afraid I need a little more than that. No permanent marks."
        Again my mind raced through all the thing I wanted to do to him. If
I agreed to no permanent marks, then that would effectively eliminate about
half of them, the gruesome half. My mind quickly searched among the other to
see if they contained enough pain and humiliation to satisfy me. But all at
once I stopped looking through old fantasies and realized that I was
determined to make Steve pay for my pain anyway I could. I would agree to
anything just to have him enter my dungeon again and agree to submit to me.
I began to  think of it as a challenge to find the most painful and
humiliating thing that I could do that would leave plenty of permanent
scars, but none apparent on a visual inspection. I realized that what I
really wanted was to scar his soul and not his body. I could ruin him for
all other women forever. Traumatize him with memories that he could never
forget. That was the vengeance my heart really wanted.
        "Okay Steve- no permanent physical marks. But you had better be damn
sure about this before you agree to it because once you enter my dungeon
there is no turning back."
        "I understand," Steve said calmly. "I will sleep on it tonight. If I
still want to tomorrow, expect me about 8 o'clock."
        "Alright then. Sweet dreams," I said as menacingly as I could and I
hung up the phone.
        The whole idea of going back to sleep was now the farthest thing
from my mind. I lay there in bed and shivered with a combination of rage,
anger, pain, anticipation, and guilt. Guilt because I didn't want to be like
this. Guilt because I wanted him to be happy. Guilt because I had no right
to think of ruining Steve. Really, we had had a nice relationship and left
each other better off. I was just to soon after it had ended for me to feel
good about it yet. The emotional scars I had were still to fresh for me to
think clearly.
        It was then that I realized that really I just wanted Steve back in
my life. I missed him. What we had had made me happier than anything else,
and my plans to ruin him were unwarranted- unwarranted and wrong. "No," I
thought, "I must not try to scar Steve the way that he scared me. If he
arrives, then I will just give him an experience that will give us both a
deeper appreciation of what each of us has to offer."
        It was a pretty sentiment, but I hoped liked hell that I could stick
to it. If I let my emotional pain blind me and I did some of the truly evil
things that I had been fantasizing about, I knew that we would both regret
them later. Strangely enough this session was going to be one about
discipline, discipline for both of us. And I was going to have to be the one
to keep both of us in line. If I let pain get the best of me, then I would
never forgive myself in the long run.
The Next Evening
        Steve did not keep me waiting long. In fact he showed up early. I
had spend all day in plan and preparation, hoping that he would show. My
heart raced as I heard the door bell ring. I answered the door in what was
Steve's favorite outfit:  a latex garter belt, matching latex bra, thigh
high leggings and full length gloves. Steve and I both loved the way latex
looked on my body.
        "I invite you in Steve but understand that setting foot in my
apartment means that you are consenting to submit to whatever punishment and
torture I choose except what we have previously agreed to," I said with a
voice full of menace.
        Steve nodded, opened the door, and walked in. I grabbed his hand and
led him back to my bedroom- the bedroom where I had spent all day preparing
for this encounter. In the middle of the room I had set out the armchair
that we had used for scenes back when we were dating. Without speaking, I
sat him in the chair, and proceeded to handcuff his hands behind his back
and his ankles between the legs of the chair. Having done that, I towered
over Steve's bound form and let the suspense build in his mind of what I
would do next.
        Looking down at Steve, it felt like we were dating again, like all
those months apart were just a bad dream, like nothing had changed between
us. I am not sure how Steve really felt for me, if he still thought of me at
all outside of missing the kinky sex we shared. But I realized one thing for
certain as I stared down at my prey, my feelings for him were as strong as
ever.
        I slowly raised my gloved hands to his face and started to brush the
hair out of his eyes as I reminisced. It felt so good to me to have him here
again. To have him be mine. As my latex clad fingers moved through his hair
I remembered how much I had missed the contrast of texture and sound of hair
against latex. That was a very different feel from hair against vinyl or
natural leather. Not that any was really superior, but against Steve's hair
and face I had always preferred the look of latex.
        Steve looked up at me with those soft eyes like he used when he was
trying to get me to have mercy on him. I felt those soft eyes penetrating me
as if he could see straight through to my heart; he could tell I still cared
for him.
        I brought my hand down to cradle his face, cupping my hands just
under his jaw line. Steve's expression suddenly broke into a warm smile, a
smile I briefly shared with him. Then my state of mind unexpectedly shifted
as I realized that Steve wasn't returning to me, he was just her for some
kinky thrills. Hell, after this session he would leave me for his new woman
and never think twice about. In a heartbeat I felt the pain of rejection
rush back into me worse than ever and that pain brought with it a cold rage.
All at once I became determined to punish Steve for choosing to share his
love with another woman. If all Steve would let me share with him would be
pain, then I was determined to make my session of pain more intense and
memorable than a lifetime of affection from that bitch he was seeing. I
would prove to Steve that "Hell hath no fury like woman's scorn." With that
thought in mind, I quickly cocked my left hand from Steve's face and brought
it back with startling force.
        I felt gleeful as the unexpected flash of pain wiped the smile off
of Steve's boyish face. I cocked my hand back further this time and watched
as Steve's face changed from shock to fear. It  was then, that I hit him
again, harder than the first time. A pained shout left his lips and the slap
struck home. But these expressions of pain only encouraged me to do it
again, and again and again.
        I am not sure how long I continued to bring my hand behind my back
and slap the shit out of Steve. Maybe it was ten minutes, maybe it was half
an hour. All I know is that I felt a heaviness lift from my depression every
tine I heard the crisp thud of rubber against soft skin. I particularly
enjoyed seeing the bruises develop on his right cheek and get progressively
blacker and watching him flinch in anticipation every time I drew my hand
back.
        As the abuse continued he began to whimper. I threw my head back and
closed my eyes as I continued to slap my left hand into the head that was
held still by my right. While my eyes were closed I was briefly immersed in
a world comprised of the sensations of slapping and the sounds of pain. It
was wonderful. (For all those readers who are have the blues about a
relationship that is over, I highly recommend this as one of the more
effective of therapies!)
        "Had enough warm-up my pet?" I asked.
        "Yes Deborah."
        "Good," I as I dismounted him. I began walking circles around poor
Steve as I pondered my next move. Tied down as he was, it was impossible for
him to really follow my with his eyes. I knew what I was going to do to
Steve next, but I still enjoyed circling him so as to build more of a sense
of dread in my victim. I had arranged the chair so Steve was facing away
from my toy chest. He could only wonder what I was going on as I walked over
to it, opened it, and withdrew the instrument of torture that was to be the
theme of that evening- my favorite double headed latex cock, a harness to
hold it in place.
        This dildo was especially designed for this type of work because,
unlike most other double headed dildos, this one was shaped so as to be
almost at right angles. This allowed it to fit one of the ends inside me at
a natural angle and have the other end stick straight out in  front of me
like a anatomically correct artificial penis. Perfect for fucking something
until I came. And considering the length of the shaft that extended in front
of me was a full seven inches, I could do quite a bit of damage in the
meantime. It had all the qualities I love in a good S&M toy: it brought me
to orgasm after orgasm while giving me the choice to either have the same
effect in a female partner or instead inflict pain, discomfort, and
humiliation. I had control of it all.
        Now dildo play such as this was something I had been engaging in for
a long time, but it was never anything that I had done with Steve. He had
always been a skittish person who was frightened of even the milder S&M play
much less something as extreme as what I was about to do. I was torn between
looking forward to violating his tender ass and making him scream out in
pain and hoping that he would forgive me for what I was about to do. But all
the regret vanished, as I began to slide my end of the dildo over the
sensitive lips of my pussy.
        In retrospect, I can't help laugh at what must have been going
through poor Steve's head. He couldn't turn around and look at I was doing,
he had to go entirely by sound. And with the pleasure that that dildo was
starting to give me, it might take a few minutes to finish fastening it into
place. I am sure that Steve must have heard a few load moans escape from me
as I slid the dildo's length into me. God it made my pussy feel so good. I
could tell that the tension in poor Steve was building as he heard the
creaking noises of the leather as I fastened the harness into place.
        Next, I grabbed a blindfold and an O-ring gag from my toy chest and
walked up behind Steve one sweet step at a time.
        As I was fastening the blindfold into place, Steve asked in his most
vulnerable voice, "Deborah, please don't hurt me." It was the kind of thing
he used to say to me that used to make me feel guilty for what I was doing
and melt my cold exterior. But that was back when we claimed to love each
other. That was back before he had left me for another woman. That was back
before he had stepped into my lair. That was then, this was now. Then I
would have felt horrible and shown mercy, now I didn't even reward his
pathetic request for mercy with a reply.
        Instead I walked around to the front of my now blindfolded victim,
and ran my gloved hand over his bruised face. It was pretty amusing that
there was a seven inch latex dick jutting out from between my thighs that
was poised just in front of his face and he was entirely unaware of it. I
moved my left hand over the bruises I had caused earlier and watched as
Steve hissed in pain and tried to turn his head away. I moved hand to clamp
down on his jaw and pull the bottom of his jaw down.
        I could tell the pressure I was exerting on his poor bruised face
was causing him a lot of pain, and he readily opened his mouth as I pulled
down on his jaw. He seemed ready to do most anything to make the pain stop.
Of course, he didn't know that ultimately I was about to shove my monster
latex dick down his throat. That's what I love about pain: it makes my
victim much more manageable so I can inflict even more pain upon them.
        I forced the O-ring gag into Steve's open mouth and fastened it
tightly behind his head. At this point poor Steve (who had no experience
with such a gag) was finding out that it was impossible to close his mouth
against the stainless steel of the O-ring. I held the bottom of his jaw down
with his left hand, and with my right hand guided my dildo into the waiting
O that the gag nicely left for me. My hungry pussy wanted to have a lot of
pressure on the dildo that was resting inside it, and it was getting wetter
by the second as I got closer to my goal. The other thing I loved about my
dildo hardness was the amount of control it gave me over the dildo. All it
took to move my dildo was a swivel of the hips so I could use both my hands
to do other things- like keep my victim's head in position as I placed the
head of my cock at the entrance of his mouth. With a thrust of my hips, I
plopped the head of my black latex dick past the opening of poor Steve's
mouth. His reaction was instantaneous.
        Steve clamped his mouth down against the cold steel of the gag but
found that it wouldn't budget. Failing that he tried to open his mouth and
move the ring outside of his teeth so that he could close his mouth again. I
moved quickly and clamped one hand under his jaw and one on the top of his
head, preventing his from opening his mouth.  Then I brought his head up as
if to look at me (except of course, he was blindfolded). From this position
it was a simple task to use my standing leverage and slowly force the length
of my cock down Steve's throat.
        It is difficult to describe the wicked pleasure of staring down at
someone as you gradually ease your cock further and further into the back of
their throat. The pressure against the dildo grew as the head of it got
further and further towards the back of his head, making it feel better and
better to my pussy. As the head of the dildo found it's was to the back of
Steve's throat, I began to hear exquisite snorting sounds as he began to
gag.
        Back when were we dating I had tried to introduce Steve to the
wonderful world of dildo play, but he was way too homophobic to ever want to
try it. I suppose he figured that if he let me fuck him with a fake dick he
might actually like it, and then what would that mean. He didn't want to be
faced with having to question his identity as to whether he should become
bisexual or not. Instead he fled the relationship to the safety of a woman
who would never dream of strapping one on. But now he didn't have any
choice. He was going to have to take the full length of my dick whether he
liked it or not.  My pussy received an immediate reward as the resistance
from the back of his mouth translated to increased pressure on the dildo
resting inside me.
        Although the dick I was forcing to the back of Steve's throat was
fake, the fact that it was connected to a cock that pressed and giggled
inside my pussy made me as sensitive to what I did with my fake dick as if
it were real. And, just like a real cock, it felt so good as the the head of
it met more resistance. It felt so wickedly wonderful as I forced my cock to
the back of his throat and felt him start gagging on it. I felt in my pussy
as I began to sink my hips into it, putting increasing weight on the dildo,
and began to push the head of my artificial cock past his gag reflex and
down his throat.
        Now of course Steve began to fight all the more, but the gag
prevented it. Of course this also rendered Steve incapable of screaming, but
when he tried to it sent shivering vibrations through the length of my dildo
that went straight to my pussy. It felt wonderful. In am effort to get the
most pleasure, I brought my dildo back slightly, then forced it back through
his gag reflex. In no time at all I had made Steve my involuntary fuck
machine. Every time he tried to scream it sent waves of pleasure through me.
Every time he tried to jerk his head away, it caused the dildo to jiggle
inside me. Every time he choked and gagged, it forced the dildo deeper and
deeper inside me.  I kept raping his mouth like that, using his involuntary
reactions of pain to put me closer and closer to coming. I kept pumping my
dildo in and out of the back of his throat, pushing my latex cock a little
further down his throat each time. It was a beautiful, sweet, triumphant
moment when I was finally able to force him to accommodate all seven inches
of my dildo.
        Watching my huge black dick glistening with his spit emerge from his
mouth only to once again be violently thrust to the back of his throat was
enough to get me close to coming. Feeling his tortured and labored breath
against my clitoris as I grabbed him by the back of he head and pulled it to
me, forcing him to accommodate the length of my cock, that was enough to
send me in to orbit. As I started to come I bucked my hips in fits and
starts causing the dildo to jab wildly, forcefully, and painfully down Steve
's throat. The resulting coughs and chokes made the dildo vibrate all the
more and gave me one of the most intense orgasms ever. I came loudly,
powerfully, and, from Steve's point of view, very painfully.
        After I calmed down a bit, I walked behind Steve and removed his
blindfold. Poor Steve must have thought it was over after that. At the least
he must have consoled himself that the worst was over. I could only imagine
his disappointment when I said, "That orgasm was wonderful. I can't wait
till I come again as I rape your ass even worse than I raped your mouth."
        I love the look on people's faces when I get to dash there hopes. It
especially makes me horny when I can evoke a look of horror. And let's just
say that horror was a good description of Steve's face when I called out to
Randy, my new boyfriend, who walked out of the closet where he had been
hiding and watching the whole time.
        Steve's face became a mask of absolute surprise. I could tell that
he didn't expect this.
        "Randy is voyeur and loves to watch me fuck other guys. He isn't
quite sure if he is up to submitting to me yet, but he especially loves to
watch my scenes. Now Randy was a bit jealous when I told him that I was
going to do a scene with my ex-boyfriend, so he especially had to watch this
one," I explained to Steve, savoring every minute of my explanation of his
demise and what was to unfold. As Randy walked to me to kiss me, I am sure
Steve noticed that Randy was all the things that he was not: young, buff,
tall, and well hung. He wasn't as smart as Steve was, but Steve didn't know
that. Besides, dumb men are easier to manipulate and I have come to enjoy
that aspect of them.
        "So Randy, what do you think? Want to trade places with Steve?" I
asked playfully.
        "No way," said Randy shaking his head. "I can't believe anyone would
ever willingly let put themselves in a position to be abused by you."
        "To be honest, Randy. I can't understand it either," I said in the
tone of a sweet loving loyal girlfriend. Sometimes I like to fuck with
peoples minds by using a sweet and innocent tone during my sessions. Their
mind becomes confused at the combination of feminine innocence and brutal
domination. More to the point, it has some lasting psychological value that
pain can come from any woman, regardless of how sweet she can seem. And
leaving psychological scars was one of my objectives with Steve. I continued
on in a tone reminiscent of a catholic school cheerleader talking about the
game. "All I give in these sessions is pain and abuse, but people like Steve
just can't stop thinking about it. I guess they need a little abuse in their
lives, huh Steve?"
        Of course, Steve couldn't say much gagged as he was and just hung
his blindfolded head. Really, What was there to say? For some reason he had
decided that subjecting himself to abuse at the hands of his ex-girlfriend
was what he had elected to do. A decision I am sure he was now regretting.
        I went to my toy chest and came back with a large flogger. It was
black leather, with a solid wooden handle. It easily weighed a couple of
pounds and, when swung with force, could easily knock a man down. I handed
the flogger to Randy and explained in my sweetest, most innocent and naive
voice, "Now Randy, for my next trick, I am going to have to move Steve to a
new position. If he doesn't cooperate you have my permission to flog him as
much as you like. Now, just to make sure that Steve takes you seriously, I
am afraid that I am going to have to ask you to demonstrate."
        I pointed to Steve's stomach as I finished my statement. Randy got
the idea, swung the flogger back, and brought it across Steve's stomach with
all his might. The force of the blow took the wind out of Steve and damn
near knocked him over. I quickly took advantage of Steve's situation and
unlocked his ankle and hand cuffs, but not his blindfold. I had Randy assist
me as I brought him to my favorite instrument of torture, the horizontal X.
For those who haven't seen one, it's a large sturdy structure that is about
waist high, and in the shape of an X. We laid Steve face down on the X and
lashed his hands and feet to each of the X's 4 points. This gave terrific
access to both his head, ass, and balls, and kept his arms out of the way.
I must say that I do love the horizontal X. It renders a man helpless and
gives me the best access to his most sensitive areas. I began to squirt
lubricant on my gloves and Steve's sensitive asshole. He let out a groan as
I started to push one of my fingers into Steve's flesh.
        In order to give Steve something else to think about, I asked Randy
to step immediately in front of Steve. "Alright now you too boys I am going
to have some fun. I have been thinking that I need submission from my
boyfriend. In fact, I have recently decided it's very important." As I was
saying this I pushed my lubricated index finger through the tight muscular
ring of Steve's ass, causing him to breath in a sharp breath.
        "Now, Randy, Steve, just to be fair I am going to give you both a
opportunity to submit to me. The winner will have the opportunity to remain
or, in Steve's case, regain most favored dating status with me." As this
point I was pushing hard with two fingers against Steve's sensitive ass.
        Randy didn't object. I had explained to him before this all began
what I had planned on doing and he knew that everything I was saying was a
manipulative lie. He knew that I was planning on staying with him, but that
I had cruelly wanted to play on Steve's emotions and make him think that he
had a chance of getting me back. I figured when Steve lost he would really
feel the lost of me in his life and regret ever having left. He simply
nodded to me and I winked back at him to let him know that this was all a
game.
        "So are you boys ready to hear the challenge?" I said while
withdrawing my hand from Steve's ass and beginning to stroke it over my
dildo to lube it up. "It's really pretty simple. Steve, you are to give
Randy a blow job as best you can with that gag in your mouth. Now this had
better be a good blow job my darling. Because I am going to be fucking your
ass the whole time, and if I come before Randy does then I will think that
you have been lazy and you fail the test. If, on the other hand, you make
Randy come before me, then you and I can think about maybe getting back
together."
        Not only had I challenged his hetero-sexuality by making him deep
throat my cock, but I was about to make him suck a another man's cock and
swallow his come. His worst fears.
        Now I know that this would not be motivating to any rational person.
Why on Earth would they try to get back together with someone who was
manipulating, taunting, and humiliating them. I know, that a rational person
would reject this challenge. And I know that most of the times, Steve is a
rational person. While counterintuitive, all that I can say is that when you
take rational persons and put them in these extreme situations, you get
extreme results. They begin to love abuse. They begin to miss it. In Steve's
case, they agree to do stupid things in order to get the abuse. There is a
funny thing in most people that draws them back to extreme pain and
humiliation at the hands of someone they love. Like a moth to a flame, they
are drawn towards that that would destroy them.
        I finished applying the lube to the shaft of my artificial cock and
placed it at the entrance of Steve's tender ass. "Randy, undo one of Steve's
hands so that he can give you a better blowjob."
        As Randy began to oblige me, I began to push myself against the
dildo. Just like before when I was raping Steve's mouth, I felt the pressure
of his resistance translate to more force against the dildo resting inside
me. As I began to feel Steve's ass yielding itself to me, I began to again
feel the sweet tingles in my pussy. To add to my arousal, I looked up from
Steve's ass to his head. There I witnessed my moment of triumph.
        Steve had grabbed Randy's dick, and without hesitant, put it through
the gag. He began working his tongue around the head of Randy's penis, and
started working his hand up and down and length of Randy's shaft. For
someone who had never done it before, Steve seemed a natural. Randy closed
his eyes and started to yield to the pleasure.
        "Randy, God damn it you faggot. Are you enjoying that blowjob?"
        "No Deborah. I am not. I will not come." Randy yelled. A lie of
course. A lie, not only to me, but to himself. He was virgin to any
homosexual encounters and also didn't want to have to later ponder whether
this meant he was bi or not.
        I returned to looking at Steve's tender ass. I grabbed each cheek of
his ass with each hand and put my weight into the dildo. I watched
blissfully as all eight inches disappeared into Steve's soft flesh. I am
sure that this hurt Steve, but he obviously couldn't complain since his
mouth was other occupied. With my latex cock resting deep inside his ass, I
drew my hand back and gave Steve's ass a solid crack. The pain caused his
ass to jump off the jiggle, which caused the dildo inside me to jiggle and
give me pleasure. It felt so good that I gave Steve's ass another crack and
again my pussy received a reward. I stood there for a moment trying to
decide if I wanted to come this way, or with the more traditional way of
pumping my dildo in and out of his ass.
        My concentration was broken by the sound of Randy taking in a deep
breath. I looked up to see that he had rolled his head back and had a look
of pure pleasure on his face. I saw that Steve was now using his mouth and
hand as one big continuous blowjob machine. He would move his mouth and hand
over the head of Randy's dick and continually work deeper and deeper
strokes. Soon, he was taking Randy all the way in and out. I guess being
forced to take the entire length of my cock and made him ready to willingly
take on smaller jobs. I could tell that Randy was loving it, even though he
wasn't supposed to, and I began to worry that Steve might actually beat me.
        "God damn Steve! What kind of faggot are you?" I screamed trying to
break his concentration. Meanwhile, I had begun furiously pumping my strapon
in and out of Steve's ass, trying to build myself up to an orgasm before
Steve built up Randy. Randy's loud and audible moan, caused me to look up
again from my sodomizing.
        "Fuck Randy," I said in disgust. "You seem to enjoy getting head
from that guy better than any you've ever gotten from a woman. You two must
both be faggots."
        Randy sheepishly opened his eyes and looked at me. He started to say
something to defend himself (I have no idea what it could have been), but
could only moan again as Steve grabbed his dick and started to just take the
head in and out of the opening of his mouth at a furious pace- each quick
stroke making a loud, audible slurping noise.
        Angrily, I realized that I had lost my build up to an orgasm in my
concern for what Steve was doing. I once again shoved the entire length of
my strapon up Steve's virgin ass in an attempt to get back on track, but
alas it was no use. Randy let out a large wail and started to come. Quickly
I realized that I had the time for fair play was passed, and I myself let
out a loud shrieking noise. Faking orgasms is a necessity that even I must
learn from time to time, and I made this one sound pretty convincing. Over
the span of 15 seconds, all that could be heard
was mine and Randy's come noise and the sounds of cocks being worked into
holes.
        I looked back up and noticed that Steve had dutifully devoured the
load of semen that Randy had left in his mouth. "Jesus, no wonder he didn't
want to question his sexuality," I though to myself. "He is an out and out
flamer."
        Steve looked back at my with a "so what happens now?" look.
        "Ahem, well Steve," I said acting as though I had just come down
from a amazing orgasm. "It would appear that you and I have tied. Well, I
guess this will have to go to a tiebreaker."
        As for what exactly the tie breaker was, or what was the ultimate
fate of Steve and Randy, well that is a another story all to itself.
(c) 1999 Copyright. All rights reserved. By Deborah the Cowgirl.

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