FRIDAY #16
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I showed up to Raven’s playroom bearing gifts. We sat under the canopy of her bed but she didn’t make a move. She seemed distracted.
“Damien sends this as a sort of peace offering.”
Raven scoffed, “Couldn’t he have done that with flowers?”
“He said you don’t like cut flowers because they’re just going to die anyway.”
Raven smiled and unwrapped his gift. It was a strange new purple sex toy. She carefully inspected the odd shape in one hand while reading from the package: “This patented design offers hands-free stimulation for hot, face-to-face sex. This vibrating ‘strapless’ strap-on is cleverly curved at just the right angle to stay firmly inside the penetrator with each passionate thrust.”
“What do you think it means for a man to give me a store-bought cock?”
“He wants us to use it today. He suggested I do the fucking.”
“I bet he did. He’s trying to top me from a distance.”
“I didn’t think you’d go for it.”
Raven was quiet at first, then barked out directions: “Take off your clothes, except your sexy stockings, and lie facedown.”
She pulled off the quilt and prepared the disembodied dick with a condom on each end as I slipped out of my skirt and sleeveless shirt. I buried my face in the pillow and exaggerated lifting my ass into the air. “Come and get me,” I teased.
She rolled up her sleeves. “I need to warm up first.” She spanked my ass lightly.
“Are you warming me or you?” I asked, my words muffled by the pillow.
Raven hit harder. Slap! Slap! Slap!
“This is just to remind you who is in charge.” Slap! Slap! Slap! “There is giving.” Slap! Slap! Slap! “And there is receiving.” Slap! Slap! Slap! “And then there is taking. If I am going to give you my cunt, I am going to take your ass. Do you understand?”
Squealing, I clenched my ass and managed to say, “As long as you mean my butt, not my butt hole.”
The spanking felt so good, I might have let her try to slip a finger in, but not that big purple thing.
“Fine,” she said. “Now, let me see.” I heard her wrestling around with the new toy and slipping off her panties. “If you’re the one who’s supposed to be fucking me, then I will insert the fatter part inside of you. It’s supposed to stay inside without straps. Now flip over.”
She poked the thick plastic bulb between my legs. I was wet already, so it slipped right in and filled me up.
“How does that feel?”
“Strange, like a butt plug, except it’s in my pussy.” I looked between my legs and saw the long purple erection extending from my pelvis.
“Now, I want you to keep your legs closed. Hold still while I ride you in cowgirl position.” Raven pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to lie back as she straddled my purple penis. The second she plugged herself onto the cock, I realized both our pussies were wrapped around the same damn thing, and I felt a bolt of excitement shoot through my spine. I grabbed her flexing thighs and watched her cleavage bounce in her push-up bra, her hair flowing over her tan skin. She leaned in to kiss me. I tried to thrust my hips, but it messed up our rhythm.
“The only way this is going to work is if you lie there and let me fuck you,” Raven commanded.
Relieved, I surrendered.
Raven changed positions, maneuvering the chubby bulb farther inside me, and said, “Sometimes when I’m having sex with Nick, or any man, I imagine I’m the one penetrating him. Even though his cock is inside me physically, my energy flows out and enters him.” She spread my legs wide and gripped the long shaft inside her vagina, then began thrusting so hard the fat bulb plunged in and out. “Can you feel my etheric cock?”
At that moment, I did! I felt her energy extending far beyond the dildo into my stomach. Then, it lit up like a lightsaber, illuminating my entire chest. We began breathing together and gazing into each other’s eyes. There was a fluttering in my pelvis. Raven responded by moaning uninhibitedly, loudly and rhythmically, like a car alarm. Grinding and panting, I was covered in her warm breath and wild hair. Raven’s energy intensified and erupted like a volcano flowing in all directions. Once she regained her presence, she lifted onto her elbows and shook with embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I came so quickly . . .” she said tenderly. “I couldn’t hold out any longer.”
Raven’s face was so soft and misty—I rarely get to see her so vulnerable. I reassured her, “It was beautiful.”
“You’re not disappointed?”
“It’s the hottest strap-on sex I’ve ever had.”
“Thanks, but I imagine it doesn’t compare to real penetrative sex.”
“What are you talking about? You are my wildest fantasy.” I tried kissing her, but she pulled away.
“I just feel inadequate. I don’t have a real cock, and as if that isn’t bad enough, I came prematurely.”
“I love seeing you let loose. It inspires me to want to be more free with my own orgasms. I wish I were that free. It’s such a gift to your partner.”
“But it feels like my body betrayed me. I’m too orgasmic. I can’t even hold out to let you cum first.”
“I don’t need you to make love to me like a man. You’re my queen.”
She finally cracked a smile. “You are such an obedient little subject.”
And we sealed the session with a long lingering kiss.
Yours,
Vi.
P.S. As she walked me to my car, Raven told me, “Be sure to thank Damien for the double-headed dildo. And let him know if he is, in fact, attempting to dominate me from a distance, we both know who the real boss is.”