Free But I Am A Lesbian! (Filthy Education Series) by Sophie Sin Page B

in
this situation and I don't care to beat him senseless just yet.
    “ This is a very, very big
dildo.”
    He brings out the large black item and shows
me it. I admire the size. Ms. Green might enjoy having something
this big stuffed in her cunt. Perhaps next time I will...
    “ Stop fantasizing about
fucking other girls and come here.”
    The filthy male pats the bench and I do as I
always do and obey.
    Sitting on the bench, he has me open my
legs, lie down and be still. The soft fabric of my white panties
being pulled down to my thighs tickles my skin. I feel a wetness
and look up to see him carefully pouring lubricant around my pussy
and thighs.
    Closing my eyes, I imagine him as a woman
and do well in doing so. Soon, I'm wet as I always am when this man
touches me – for all my lesbian desires, I am not fool enough to
think that a man cannot arouse me with his body, even this one.
    I quietly wait as his fingers work around my
pussy lips and he places the dildo's huge rounded surface to the
mouth of my pussy. Despite myself, when Emma... I mean Harry...
pushes that thing inside just a little, I cry out with enough force
to shake the bench. My finger nails rip at the wood, leaving long
scratch marks.
    “ Good---” he
groans.
    I open an eye to see him jerking that thing
of his. As usual it is huge – bigger than the dildo, which is of
the large black cock size.
    “ Be quiet,” I
beg.
    As much as I don't like to admit this, Harry
understands our 'relationship' better than I give him credit for.
He gives me the chance to think of this as a woman doing her work
on me and the filthy fucker gets to stab his cock into my perfect
little pussy – the tightness of which has been sufficient to make
him cum 9 times out of 10 in the under 2 minute 'light weight'
range of things. This toy might actually be his attempt at pleasing
me a little more. I wonder, for about as long as it takes for half
a length of fine quality rubber to stab into my cunt, if he is
actually trying to ensure my pleasure. It would be out of character
for him and for me.
    I wait as more and more is inserted. The
stench of his cock is disgusting. I lick my lips and imagine a wet
and leaking cunt over my wide open throat. Instead, he bends my
head back over the bench, reaching over the table to force the
dildo in and out in long deep strokes that send blazes of
pleasurable hell fire through my lower thighs, as he puts his junk
in my mouth.
    “ Your balls need a
clean.”
    They are shaven, tidy and perfect, but no
one is more perfect than me and no one desires perfection more than
I. It is the principal of the thing.
    My blackmailer groans and slows his hand. I
open one eye, glare at him, look downward suggestively, and he
man's up for a good few minutes to really shove that pussy smasher
of a black cock down the throat of my cunt near enough to touch on
all the points that a woman would want to be touched – even by a
foul dicked bastard like this.
    Soon the cock is removed, both of them, and
I am told to stand. He wraps my short uniform skirt up at the waist
band and runs his calloused fingers over my ass.
    “ Just get on with it,” I
urge with only a small amount of desire slipping into my
voice.
    “ Bitch...”
    I am impaled from the rear and don't mind
mentioning that it feels rather good.
    “ Your cock is tiny,” I say
as I think, If he pushes that in any further my pussy is
going to break. Obviously, my thoughts and
words are not in alignment.
    Smack.
    SMACK.
    SMACK!
    The attack of his palm and five fingers on
the perfect round of my butt is refreshing. I am rarely dominated –
mostly because anyone that would dare would get it 1000% in return.
This feels absolutely lovely, like going to the spa with mother
around Christmas and getting those lovely Euro girls that work
there to lick my cunt as I am massaged by the less pretty mistress
of the place.
    “ Ahhhh---” I bite my lip.
I must not remember these things. They are making me weak.