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as she absent-mindedly licked the juice
from around her mouth. ‘Stay here.’
    ‘Where are you
going?’
    She grinned,
and this time the devilish twinkle had brought reinforcements.
    ‘I’m going to
get what I wanted to show you all along.’
    I waited,
resisting the urge to see to my throbbing pussy myself, preferring
instead to alternate between fantasizing about what had just been
and what was yet to come.
    A couple of
minutes later I heard her padding back down the hall. She entered
the room complete with strap-on, the silicone cock standing proudly
out from her groin. I gaped. I think up until then I’d not really
believed that she was determined to set me straight, as it were,
about the joys of being fucked by a hot girl with an ever-hard
cock.
    Strangely
enough, I suddenly found myself very eager to learn whatever lesson
Sabina thought fit to teach me. I sat up, the better to take her
in. She stood still in the doorway, naked flesh luminous, curve
running into curve running into curve. The sturdy leather harness
hugged low on her hips and clung tight to the tops of her thighs.
The royal blue dildo was short and thick and more realistically
designed than I’d been expecting to see; it had a slight upward
curve and a realistic head. I was surprised by her choice of dildo,
actually; she didn’t look like the sort of girl who’d have a short,
fat little cock. I’d imagined her (yes, I’d imagined her and her
kit, I admit it, when the conversation at the bar had started to
lull) as having a longer, thinner cock, possibly in a lovely shade
of lesbian lavender. I know. I’m all cliché, all the time.
    ‘You like?’
    ‘Yes,’ I
breathed. Then I found my voice and, with more bravado than I
actually felt, given that I was about to take part in a sex act
that up until a couple of hours ago I hadn’t believed anyone
actually did, and one that I certainly thought I’d never do, said
‘why don’t you come over here and show me what you do with it?’
    She strode over
and stepped up onto the couch, standing over me so that I could see
her pussy lips pouting out from between the leather straps that
went around each leg. Her cock loomed over me, ready and insistent.
She got down on her knees, a leg either side of me. I shuffled up
onto my elbows and returned her gaze as she stared at me.
    ‘Stay there,
sweetie.’ Her mouth twisted in a wry smile. ‘I’m going to come to
you.’
    ‘It’s like
Sabina’s Mobile Cock Service.’
    ‘Exactly.’
    She grasped my
legs and pulled them up, moving them so one was either side of her.
She shuffled closer to me on her knees. Staring at me intently, she
rolled a condom over the shaft of the dildo, and then opened the
little bottle of lube she’d brought with her and squeezed a dollop
into her hand, rubbing it over the dildo as though she were
masturbating. She leaned over me.
    ‘Are you
ready?’
    I wasn’t
exactly sure if I was, but I said ‘yes’. She seemed to sense my
hesitance, and leaned forward more until she was leaning over me,
and when her lips met mine she kissed me deeply and passionately. I
felt my head begin to swim – the dildo was prodding my lower
stomach, and the smell of her filled my nostrils, musky and
warm.
    She broke the
kiss and moved back, trailing her fingers down my chest, pausing to
tweak my nipples, which immediately stood even further to
attention.
    She brought her
body down so that she was almost on top of me, and supported her
weight with one arm as the other reached down to grasp her cock. I
braced myself for the penetration. I wasn’t sure why I was so
nervous – it’s not like I haven’t slept with men before, so a cock
was not an entirely alien thing – but I started to relax when I
felt the dildo nudging against my pussy lips. She found my clit and
rubbed the head against it, with the right pressure and movement to
make me gasp. I tilted my pelvis up to meet her ministrations, and
was rewarded with a cocked eyebrow that was