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By *Kent OP Man 47 weeks ago
Canterbury |
We had been chatting online for a few weeks, and had discussed at length about what we wanted to do, and how it was to happen.
But as I walked to her door I was still nervous, was it a prank? Was it someone I knew having me on?
I was relieved, yet aroused, as she opened the door wearing a skirt and heels, and invited me inside.
She led me straight upstairs to her bedroom, and sat me on the bed so that she could take control. She undressed me completely before ordering me to put a pair of stockings on, a shirt tartan skirt, and finally a pair of heels.
I could feel the anticipation growing, and I was loving it.
There was some foreplay, but we both couldn’t wait any longer to get to what we had come to do.
She pulled out of her draw a purple strapon, my eyes bulged when I realise it was longer than what I anticipated, at least 9", and thick too. I’d come too far to stop now though.
I was pushed over the bed, faced towards a full length mirror, where I could see her getting ready behind me, the strapon was fitted, and she thankfully applied a generous amount of lube.
We locked eyes in the mirror as she grabbed me, and guided herself slowly inside me. What an absolutely amazing feeling.
I could feel her slowly going deeper, grabbing my shoulders, and not stopping until the whole 9 inches was deep inside me, there was nothing I could do other than wimper in an agreeable fashion.
For what seemed like forever she started to pound deep inside me, the feeling was sensational. The only thing I could do was make the most guttural sound I’ve ever made, words weren’t enough.
What came next was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, my legs were shaking, I couldn’t do anything other than lay on the best feeling absolutely abused.
I can’t wait until the next time… |
