I‘d spent the summer physically addicted to Rob. It was like a drug. As someone who had recreationally indulged in a variety of drugs in my lifetime, I can say the addictive feeling I experienced with Rob was far worse, and that includes the time I went on a four-day coke bender in Columbia.

What was it about him? When I thought about it, there was nothing particularly grabbing about his personality. Come to think of it, I barely knew his personality. I found myself rolling my eyes at half the things he said, if I even paid attention to them. I hung onto every last word Melody said. She made me laugh, she taught me things I truly wanted to know about, I found her fascinating, I respected her, and I thought she was beautiful.

And now . . . she’d just given me a giant orgasm. If Melody had a cock, would I go from enamored to addicted? I wanted to pine over her the same way I did for Rob. She deserved my addiction, so I chose for her to strap-on a cock and fuck me. I reached for the leather harness with a dildo attached to it. She gave me a sinister smile and said, “Well . . . now you’re really gonna get it.” I thought I’d already gotten it—but I was definitely ready and willing for more.

I sat on the couch obediently, with a swollen, freshly orgasmed pussy, as she slid on the leather harness. She fastened the buckles on both sides and tightened up the straps surrounding the ring that held the dildo in. I suppose it was my first time with a strap-on. I say “suppose” because I had obviously used dildos before, and I’d had sex with women before, and I’d had a woman use a dildo on me before, so I felt like this combination gave me a little too much experience to consider myself a total strap-on virgin.

I had to admit, simply the visual of her standing there with a strap-on was incredibly arousing. With her large perky breasts on top, and a couture accessory around her waist and hips attached to something large and phallic, it was the perfect combination of everything that could possibly turn me on. Cock and breasts and expensive leather, mixed with the scent of flavored lip gloss and perfume. I ogled her the same way her customers ogled her on stage as she stood in front of me, looking like a fucking goddess. But I got to see her with a cock, and they didn’t.

I started touching myself. My hand was like a magnet that was pulled to my pussy—I didn’t even know my hand had snaked down until it was already there. I felt so lucky. Her customers wanted to stroke their own cocks so badly when they watched her on stage, and here I was, touching my pussy while I watched her.

She sat on the couch and smiled. “Come here and sit on my dick,” she said.

I was expecting her to throw me down on all fours and fuck me from behind, because that’s normally what Rob would do once he knew my pussy was wet enough. In retrospect, it’s like the goal of the sexathon for both of us had been to get aroused enough so we wouldn’t have to look at each other anymore and could just focus on our own selfish orgasms.

She squirted a bit of lube onto her cock, and I got on my knees and straddled her, facing her. She ran her fingers through my hair, as I’d seen her do to so many smitten men in the club, and I understood immediately why they loved this attention. I ever so slowly began to descend my pussy onto her cock. It was thick, but I knew I could handle it. I’d learned this summer that once I was aroused, I could fit just about anything inside of any hole of mine.

She never broke the intense eye contact, and she moaned heavily, as if she could really feel my pussy. This cock was an extension of her, which was truly a unique experience for me. I wasn’t entirely sure logistically how my pussy on this dildo caused her to moan like that, but it did, and while I didn’t get it, I liked it.

The cock still had a ways to go. I wasn’t even halfway down, it was so thick and so hard. She reached down and started rubbing my clit. Now I was moaning, and she was moaning and encouraging me. “Yeah come on girl, get it. Get my fucking cock!” she said, as she rubbed my clit, and now I began to open up and slide down the dildo faster. Hearing her talk about her cock just opened me right up. She grabbed my face and kissed me as I got the remainder of it inside of me. I was balls deep on her cock, or . . . leather strap deep on her cock? The end was attached to leather, and quite frankly that was so much sexier than . . . balls.

She penetrated me deeply. She took her hands and started moving my pelvis back and forth. Holy shit, what a good feeling that was. As she maneuvered my body to grind back and forth, I could feel her deep inside me, pushing against the walls of my pussy, and I could feel my clit gently rubbing against the leather as an added bonus. She knew exactly how to move my pelvis, exactly how to penetrate my mouth with her tongue. I held onto her breasts and caressed her nipples, rolling them under my thumbs. I kissed her neck, her ear. Then I gently began to unfold my knees and move my pussy down her cock.

My juices served as enough lube for me to ride her harder and faster, up and down and up and down. We were both breathing heavily inside each other’s mouths. These were not the same orchestral noises I made when Rob railed me, these were breaths of genuine passion. I ran my fingers through her long red hair. I pulled her face toward my small, perky breasts, and she sucked my nipple as I continued to ride her. She licked my left, she licked my right, and then she gently bit my left nipple, just hard enough to add a speck of pain to the pleasure.

I switched back to grinding, and I could feel the dildo inside me hit my G-spot. My pussy tightened up on the dildo, building pressure inside of me. Melody grabbed onto my pelvis again and ground against me. My pussy was so tight I was worried I’d snap the thing right off, which was a unique issue I’d never had to worry about before.

“Come on, cum on my fucking cock!” she said. I furiously switched back and forth between grinding and riding, all while sticking my tongue in Melody’s mouth and grabbing onto her breasts. I was so deeply entranced by her body that my pussy was about to explode.

She grabbed me aggressively, in the most ferocious and sexy way, and she threw me down on the couch. She lifted my legs up as far as they could go (she knew I was never exactly all that flexible), locked eyes with me, and said, “Lay back. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

Now the mood had changed from sensual to filthy. My eyes widened. That was it. I was hooked. I hoped she was prepared for Naomi the cock-crazed sex fiend to enter her life—a side of me she had never quite met. I submitted to her, feeling simultaneously weak and wonderful.

She did exactly as she said. She placed her palm on my clit and pounded my pussy. It was so fucking hot to look up and see her tits bouncing, and then to look down and see my pussy getting pounded by her dick. Just when I thought her cock had reached the edge of my cervix, she would rub my clit, and somehow more inches of the cock would disappear inside me. My hole belonged to her, and it would do anything she wanted. My G-spot was being hit with intense pressure, my clit was being rubbed with her left hand, and my right leg was being held down so she could hold me in place and fuck me on her terms. She started cackling. This strap-on session seemed to have unlocked a sex demon inside of both of us, and it was the perfect union of dominant and submissive stripper debauchery.

She moved her hand off my pussy and thigh, and whack! She smacked both of my tits. Fuck. Yes. The sting of her slap hurt in an incredible, sensual way, and somehow it inspired her to pick up the pace of her already fast fucking. She smacked my tits again, and now I was moaning loudly. Everything in my body tensed up.

“Cum! Come on, let it out girl!” she said. And then . . . I did. My G-spot tensed up and I felt the ultimate release as she pounded away at me.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I said, my mind unable to form other words. She was moaning and shaking as if she was cumming too? Maybe somehow she was? Was there a way to have a mental orgasm from being the dildo disher in the strap-on equation? I had never worn one, so I didn’t really know. All I knew is that I was cumming really hard, and if she wasn’t, she was feeling something, because the look on her face was of pure ecstasy.

We both crescendoed and then came down. She slowly dragged her cock out of me. We both began to laugh.

“Holy shit. That was awesome,” I said.

“No, you’re awesome,” she said. We started kissing again on her couch, and I was going to continue kissing her forever . . . or . . . until she stopped me. Whichever came first.

To go back and see Naomi use a butt plug, turn to page 228.

To continue with Naomi in this fantasy, turn to page 239.