MYLENE AND THE WOMAN IN DILDO PANTS


It is warm and sultry in this bedroom, a few candles for light. My dreamgirl approaches the bed from out of the shadows, wearing a lovely white nightgown. Her breasts are large and the nipples nudge against the dreamy fabric, and I can see them very clearly.

We will have beautiful lesbian sex; we shall carress and hold each other, and kiss for hours...our lips, our necks, our nipples, before we finally surrender to pleasuring each other orally. I will press my face against her wetness and have it all over my face, and lick and kiss and then finally have her come sweetly into my mouth.

And she will lick me and rub me and enjoy the feel of my wetness gushing into her mouth and across her face. And then we will kiss some more, sharing it all.

But no, there is a strange look in her eye, and when she climbs onto the bed, the nightgown parts, and I see she has an obscenely thick rubber penis!

Responding to my alarm, she pulls away her nightgown completely, and I see that she is wearing latex underpants that are almost the color of her skin, and that a realistic dildo is lodged in the center.

I cringe and lie back, my hands in front of me, begging her, "No...no..." But at the same time, my legs spread, my knees tremble and rise in the air, and my feet go limp. Like a cur, I wait for my punishment, meek and woeful.

She is seething with demeaning curses, and she is telling me that she will be the man, and she will show me how a man really does it. And with one shoveling grip of her massive penis, she nudges the punishing obscenity into my anus, and pushes it all the way in.

I snivel and cry but with shameless desires for her to keep doing it to me. To make me take it all. To make me be the girl she knows me to be. And the thick thing widens me, and it looks to be as big as a pole. She looks down on me with a glittering twinkle of confidence in her eyes and a nasty smile as she holds onto my limp legs and drives the thing up me over and over.

She nods her head and orders me to look down at my penetration and humiliation. She jeers my little limp penis as it jiggles with every thrust of her strong hips. I tremble to admit that my penis is nothing compared to the giant thing that is widening my anus.

I cover my penis with my hand, to make it look like she is doing it to another woman, but she slaps my hand away. And she backhand-slaps my penis, and does it again, and then she forces my legs way up and in this impossible dream, curves me backward so that my little dangling penis is on my own face. Meanwhile she plows relentlessly my soft bottom and yielding hole.

I make a face as my penis wipes across my mouth and dangles onto my nose, and she orders me to make myself come. Without even touching myself, I obediently get my penis to stiffen. It begins spurting all over my face. Three, four, five spurts, and then another two or three, and I am dripping with my own spend.

She orgasms watching this: she rams the dildo all the way in to the hilt and feverishly rubs herself up and down. Then she pulls out, my legs collapsing back down onto the bed.

She tells me that no man has a penis as big as that dildo, and so I have been used and widened beyond the worst slut on Earth. She points to my own penis, which lies to one side, a dribble of fluid coming from the tip, and says that no real lesbian would want me when I display something like this. And she holds a mirror to my face, which is clotted with sperm and dares me to walk the streets and see who will have me.

Then she literally slaps the come from my face, which spatters every time she bitch-slaps me back and forth. I collapse at her feet, and kiss them while she laughs and tells me that the rubber penis remains lodged inside me, and I must like it if I've got it in there stuck solid.

Suddenly soft and sorrowful, she holds my face in her hands and tells me she will never have lesbian sex with me again, that she does not love me, and that she does not care what happens to me in life.

She stands before me, nude, beautiful, shapely, desired, loved even in her cruelness.

I fall over, and my face hits the floor and turns to powder, and my body is a time-worn indistinct block of salt.

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