I Told You

“No, please…” I barely audibly whispered.

“Shut up you little cum whore!”

“So... ohh god, no... Fuuuuuuuck,” the words leaked through my painted lips.

“You want that hole filled too, you little cocksucking bitch?”

“No, please! God, just stop please…”

“You’re so ready… I told you you’d be my bitch,” she taunted.

Of course, there wasn’t much I could do to argue with her. Regardless of the obvious physical advantage I would normally have over her, there was the small problem of being helplessly slung over the side of the couch with my hands bound tightly behind my back, while her 8” strap-on cock sawed endlessly into my formerly tight hole. Oh, and the way I was dressed wasn’t exactly conducive to running away either. It’s hard to run away from your girlfriend when you’re dressed like a Hollywood hooker.

It’s not that I wanted to be dressed in the tight leather mini skirt, peasant top, wig and 6” platform heels while getting my ass fucked to high heaven; it was quite the contrary. It was her sick mind, however that had worn me down to a shell of my former self (in more ways than one), and had transformed this seemingly gentle loving woman into a wanton sexual being bent on using me for every perverted sexual pleasure she could conjure up.

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I never should have let Skye, my girlfriend, see the pictures. I admit, it’s hard to say no to her with my cock in her mouth, but something told me that letting her see pictures of me dressed like a schoolgirl from last Halloween would be a bad idea. It was done on a dare, just as a big hairy guy in a plaid skirt and high heels, but when I broke down and showed her you could almost hear something in her head click. The next thing I knew, she was talking me into shaving my legs and letting her “practice her make up” on me by promising me the hottest, nastiest sex ever. I made her swear not to tell any of our friends, and she would always say yes accompanied by the sexiest giggle. How do you refuse that?