8 comments/ 123595 views/ 10 favorites Crystal Pegs By: rckplsky It was almost 10p.m. and it had begun to rain by the time my girlfriend got home. The rain and her tardiness only made things worse. She was supposed to the adult bookstore and come back. She wanted to surprise me with something and didn't want me around to see what she was going to get. She had been gone for almost two hours. But when I heard the garage door open and her car come to a stop I felt relieved. I walked to the garage o find her with a large black bag and large box. Her hair was damp and she was breathing hard. "Fucking people can't drive in the rain," she exclaimed. "What else is new," I ask as she storms past me, "are you okay?" "Yeah," she starts as she puts the bag and box on the kitchen table, "would've been home sooner but the rain caused a few problems." I start to pick up the bag, but she bats my hand away. "Don't look," she nearly yells, "it's a surprise." "Okay," I reply. "Let me get settled," she says before kissing me. "No problem," I reply as she grabs the bag and the box. "Um," she starts, "meet me in the bedroom in a couple of minutes." "I will," I reply. I watch her as she almost drops the stuff and walks into the bedroom. She seductively shuts the door. It gets worse after she closes the door. I begin to pace around the kitchen before I find a bottle of vodka and take a quick shot. It helps calm me down. I really don't know why I'm so nervous; we've done things like this before. But something seems off. The last time I surprised her she was less than thrilled. I bought a few porno movies and tried to watch it with her. Needless to say she fell asleep halfway through the first scene. After I woke her, we fucked and went back to sleep. "Baby," she yells from our bedroom. "Yeah," I yell back. "Come to the bedroom," she replies. I nervously walk and turn the doorknob to the bedroom. I can hear the shower running after I finally open the door. My girlfriend is standing there naked. I stare for a few seconds. He 34DD breasts seem awkward on her short 5'7" frame. I can see her tattoo on her ankle and the belly piercing, and her blonde hair is in disarray, but her blue eyes pierce my soul. "Well," she slyly says, "get in the shower." "Okay." I slowly strip and walk to the running shower. I open the shower curtain and step in. She steps in after me. The warm water soothes me. We have a high-end shower so the water pressure is just right. I feel relieved. She begins to wash me down with that thing that you put body wash on. She slowly washes my back and works her way down to my ass. She grabs both cheeks. It catches me off guard. My heart rate begins to rise. She slowly begins to work her way into my anus. "What are you doing," I ask. "I want to make sure is clean." She slowly works a finger into my anus. It hurts at first, but soon the pain disappears as my muscles begin to relax. She slowly works in another finger. It feels good. She then removes both fingers and takes some soap and cleans my anus even more. Yet as quickly as it started it ends. She pulls out her fingers and quickly washes them and turns off the water. "Okay," she says, "get dried up in the bedroom. And stay naked, lie on the bed, and keep your fucking eyes closed, I'll be there shortly." "Yes ma'am," I reply. "I like the sound of that," she smiles. I grab the towel and quickly dry off. My hair barely got wet, so that makes it that much easier. I feel my anus as I dry off. It feels a little weird. I then lie on the bed, but I keep my eyes open. I look around at the pictures we have up and out flat screen TV, which is still on the DVD menu from last night. "Are they closed," she yells from the bathroom. "They are," I yell back. I close my eyes. I can barely hear a faint clicking in the bathroom. I think she might be wearing heels. I hear the door open and close. The clicking sound ends when she walks on the carpet. I can feel her presence in the room. I just can't ell where she is. "Okay," she starts, "keep your eyes closed and get off the bed and get on your knees at the foot of the bed, and keep your head down. Now!" I comply and slide off the bed. I feel around to make sure I can get off the bed okay. I finally get off the bed and keep my head down and eyes closed. "Now open your eyes," she demands, "but keep your fucking head down!" I open my eyes to see my wife in a pair of patent leather boots. I'm tempted to look up, but I restrain myself. "You can look up," she says sternly. I look up and see that she is wearing a pair of black thigh high boots. I keep moving my head up and it finally catches my eye! She has on a black patent leather harness with a six-inch purple dildo jutting out of it. I start to get even more nervous. But I start to relax. "Now suck it," she demands. I comply and start to do it. It feels awkward at first, but soon my jaw relaxes and I'm able to engulf more of the dildo. "How does it taste," She asks. "Good," I reply after taking my mouth off the dildo. "It better you faggot," she warns, "now keep sucking you piece of shit!" I keep sucking for what seems like almost ten minutes. She fucks my face and keeps calling me names like faggot and homo. Usually I don't like those names, but coming from her it doesn't bother me. We switch places and she sits on the bed and I give her head. He grabs my head and runs it up and down on her dildo. She continues with the name-calling. "Now lie on the bed," She nearly yells. I lie on the bed as she gets on her knees and spreads my legs apart and begins to finger my anus again. She barely jerks me off. She then runs her tongue along the border of it. She finally shoves it in there. It feels weird, but I love it! I can't explain. This is great. "I think your faghole is ready," she smiles. "What," I reply perplexed. "That's what I'm going to fuck!!!" `She stands up and puts a liberal amount of lube on her dildo from a large bottle. She also dabs a little on my "faghole." She picks my legs up and places them on her shoulders. She slowly slides the purple object in my anus. It hurts at first. It feels like a slight burn. But it's a pleasurable burn. Once the burn goes away I feel better. She goes slow and lightly kisses me. "Okay baby," she asks in a quite tone. "Yeah," I grunt. "Good, you little faggot," she says taking her tone in a stern voice. She begins to pick up the pace. My anus slowly gets used to the feeling of he inside of me. I feel like I'm going to cum, but I control it. I can see a little precum as she gingerly gives me a hand job. She keeps going each thrust gets harder, each one feels better than the last. I love the feeling. She continues calling me names. She is completely into it. "Now suck it," she says pulling out of me. She straddles me as I begin to suck off her dildo. I can't tastes shit or anything. She cleaned me up well. I love the taste of it. She continues to fuck my face and slaps me a few times. "Let me know when you're going to cum," she says while fucking my face. She continues to fuck my ass, as I jerk myself off. After a few minutes I push her off. "I'm gonna cum!!!!!!!" "In my mouth, faggot!!!!!" She works her way down my body and begins to suck me off. She works some fingers into my anus and violently finger fucks me. I can't take it and my body lets go! I have an intense orgasm! I feel the cum fly out of my penis. My wife winces but she keeps the cum in her mouth. When I'm done she keeps it all in her mouth and crawls up to my face. She forces my mouth open and empties the cum into my mouth. She forces it closed. The salty taste makes me gag. "Now swallow," she says, "you faggot!!" I wince as I force it down my throat. "All gone," I exclaim. She pulls herself off of me and takes the strap on off. She then lies next to me. She kisses me and pulls herself to me. "I love you, Crystal," I whisper as we begin to fall asleep. "I love you too, faggot," she smirks. TO BE CONTINUED... Crystal Pegs Ch. 01.5 "You've been drinking a lot of that," I say entering the kitchen. Tyler is drinking orange juice straight from the carton. "It helps the taste," he says placing the carton on the counter. "I bet," I reply as I walk up to him and kiss him. "So," he starts, "wanna do something tonight?" "Maybe," I reply, "I have a big meeting today." "With who," he says taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Some upstart business," I laugh, "they want us to represent them." "Sounds like fun," he replies, "I have a couple of new clients today as well." "Well," I say, "you have fun too." "Oh I will," he says before taking another sip from the carton. "You love that," I laugh. "What, the OJ," he asks. "Duh," I reply, "you've been drinking that like its been going out of style." "It helps fight cancer," he laughs. "And makes you cum taste good," I smile. "Amen," he laughs while finally standing up. "You've been drinking that like it's going out of style," I smirk. "What can I say," he laughs, "I'm a cum junkie." "I may need to get your stomach pumped," I say slyly. "I'm not a faggot," he says like he's trying to defend himself. "But you like to be called one," I laugh. "True," he replies, "I better get going." "Me too," I say as he puts the carton back into the fridge. "I'll see you tonight," he says while grabbing his keys. "I might be a little late," I say, "our new clients might entertain us or we might entertain them or something. Either way I'll invite you." "Thanks," he says before kissing me. We both leave around the same time. We take our separate cars. I drive downtown to my office. The traffic is pretty rough, but not as bad as it was during the rain the other night. I find a good parking spot and take the elevator to my office. I share the elevator with an attractive black man. We exchange looks briefly. We sort of flirt, but it gets worse when we get off on the same floor. I soon realize that he's with our new clients. Shit, I think in my head. I hope he doesn't want to fuck me. "Morning, Crystal," our secretary says as I walk into the office. "Morning," I reply as I walk to my cubicle. I sit down and go over the itinerary for the new day. It's pretty decent, meeting at eleven and lunch with new clients at three, if they approve the proposition. I sit around and go through my files and realize that I'm caught up with all the reports. I sit around until eleven and go to the meeting. The cute black guy is in the meeting. I feel awkward as we sit nearly across from each other. I try to avoid eye contact, but we keep exchanging glances. Like him I don't say anything during the meeting. I just sit there and listen as they go over several different reports and other things. Before I know it the meeting came to its inevitable end. Our president shakes hands with the new client. We then all stand up. "Congratulations," our president exclaims, "we wrapped up on time and everyone is welcome to go to the Corner and join us for lunch." The Corner is an upscale bar and grill that's on ironically a corner downtown. I make eye contact with the black man again. I quickly smile and exit the room. Most of the office walks to the bar. I leave my bag at the office. I don't want to drink but I don't want to forget my bag at the bar either, I really don't like losing things and it's happened before. I walk to the bar and make sure that the cute black guy does not follow me. Luckily he doesn't, he's at the fucking bar. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, I think in my head, I don't want to see him. Please don't talk to me! "Hey," the black man says standing up and extending his hand, "I'm Robert." "Crystal," I say grasping his hand. "We kind of had a moment earlier," he says. "I wouldn't say that," I smile while taking a seat next to him. "Why," he asks. "I can't really explain," I laugh. "Let me buy you a drink," he offers. "Sure," I say while grabbing the menu. "I look forward to working with your company," he smiles while trying to make small talk. "Same here," I reply. "What will it be," the bartender asks. "Oh," I pause while looking for an expensive drink, "I'll have the millionaire martini." "And for you," he asks. "A corona," he smirks. "One minute," the bartender says before leaving. "So how much is the millionaire martini," Robert asks. "A million bucks," I laugh, " no it's only twenty dollars." "Here ya go," the bartender says while putting down our drinks, "that'll be twenty five dollars." Robert hands him his credit card and tells him to open a tab. I slowly sip away at my martini as he goes through two coronas. We make small talk about things at work. We find out we went to school at the same college. Nothing too much in common, but he probably thinks otherwise. He touches my hand once or twice. But I pull it away. He wants me bad. He goes through five coronas when I order my second martini. It's almost five and I realize I better get going. "Robert," I say, "I better get going. I have to get home soon." "Okay," he replies, "Nice meeting you." "You too," I say standing up. I walk to the ladies room and take a piss. I go to the sink and wash my hands. As I look in the mirror I see Robert behind me and get scared. "Shit," I say while my heart skips a beat. As I turn around he locks the door and pushes me up against the wall. "Stop," I whimper. "Or you'll what," he says grabbing my throat. "Or I fucking scream rape," I gasp. "Whatever," he says while unzipping his pants. "You take that out, I'll kill you," I say while grabbing his arm. "Whatever," he says while pulling out his dick. "You put that away," I demand. "Whatever," he scoffs. "Listen," I start, "you piece of shit nigger you put that fucking thing away. Or I swear to god I'll fucking kill you." "Do it," he taunts. I pull back my free arm and set up to gouge his eyes. He suddenly drops me and realizes that I can truly hurt him. I'm able to keep standing up right. I'm breathing heavily, but I take the stance that they taught me in self-defense class. "You wanted it," he taunts. "Maybe," I say letting down my guard, "but not now." "If you ever want this nigger dick," he says while handing me a business card, "call me." He readjusts himself as I take his business card. He leaves first and is able to get away with it. I wait a few minutes and get re-adjusted. I briskly leave the bar to still find him sitting at the bar. I don't look back as I leave. I walk quickly to the office building and get into my car. I drive home fast even in the heavy traffic. Tyler isn't home yet, so I take my time getting ready and fix up face and put on my sexy lingerie and the thigh high boots. I put on the strap on and wait on the bed for Tyler. He gets home about a half hour after I got ready. I make him wash up. He's still wet when he gets on the bed and begins to suck on my dildo. "How's it taste faggot," I ask as his mouth engulfs my dildo. "Good," he exhales before going back to giving me head. "I love you," I say as he continues to give me a blowjob, "but you're still my faggot." He quickly laughs as he gives me more head. He seems to give the dildo better head than I do. I get kind of jealous, realizing that he is more orally talented than me. He keeps going as I admire his oral fixation. I begin to face fuck him instead of him slowly sucking it. He seems to enjoy it and I do too. I keep berating him as I grab and thrust his head even further down the dildo. He tries to jerk off but I stop him. "Ready to get fucked," I say pulling his face off my dildo. "Yes, ma'am," he says panting for more. I throw him on the bed and begin to lick at his faghole. He cleaned it very good. I usually clean it for him, but he's gotten good at it without my help. I work a lubed finger into his faghole. I quickly give him head and begin to spread his anus apart. I feel him groan and writhe in pleasure. "You like that," I ask while lubing up my dildo. "Yeah," he groans, "I love it! I love you!" I slowly slide my dildo into his faghole. He groans in pain and pleasure. I then put his legs on my shoulders. This way I am able to stick the dildo up to its hilt inside of him. He loves every second of it as his faghole engulfs my dildo. Success! I'm able to get the whole dildo inside of him. I can't believe it! He keeps groaning as I smile. I then take his legs off of me and I fuck him in the missionary position. "You love my dick faggot," I exclaim as I thrust some more. "Yes," he nearly yells, "I'm gonna cum!" I then pull out and place his dick into my mouth. His cum flies out violently as I am able to keep it in my mouth. It's not as salty as before. The juice helped out like I figured. He sits up as I crawl up to his mouth. I open my mouth to reveal the cum. He gets excited but instead of dropping it in his mouth, I eat it. "Tasty faggot cum," I laugh. "I bet," he says in near disappointment. "You have to share," I say, "you can't be greedy." "True," he says getting off the bed. "Wow," I say, "that was fun. He walks over to the nightstand and collects himself. "Who's Robert," he asks. "What," I ask. "This business card," he says while handing me the business card. "Oh," I start, "one of the new clients. He gave me his card. Don't loose it." "I won't," he says. "I love you," I say as I walk to the bathroom. I take off the strap on before entering. The clicking of my heels drives me crazy as it hits the tiles. I sit down on the toilet and re-think the entire day. I sort of wanted Robert, but I still love Tyler. Then I realize I left my bag at work. Crystal Pegs Ch. 02 I never thought that he would like it the way that he has. But he loves the strap on more than he loves me. I'll never forget the night I bought it and first used it on him. I dominated him with such power, he must've thought I was a real dominatrix; he enjoyed being my little faggot. And I enjoyed it too. He was already submissive, the strap on added to that dimension. The joy of reversing roles, I was the man and he was the woman. When I had a bad day I would just take it out on his faghole, as I affectionately call it. But soon he wanted more and more and more. I had to keep buying more anal toys! I began to go to the adult bookstore at least twice a week looking for bigger dildos and other anal toys. They began to know me there. I would hardly leave the toy section and I'd more than always buy something. One night the manager gave me a discount, which I couldn't believe. It was then I realized I had to put an end to the strap on play. The next night I decided to make it very special for him so that he would never forget his last anal fucking. I went back to the adult bookstore right before work and bought the largest dildo available for a strap on, which was nine inches. I paid for it and hid it in the trunk of my car. After I got to work, I got settled into my desk, and completed the work that I needed to get done. Luckily it was easy and fortunately it was also Friday. I get off early on Fridays so I decided to re-plan a few things before I fucked my boyfriend. The second I got off work I called my fag boyfriend. "This is Tyler," he says in his whining voice as he answers his work phone "Hey it's me Crystal," I reply. "Hey baby what's up," he says in his increasingly annoying voice "Um," I stutter, "I wanna have a little fun tonight. I have a surprise for you!" "Really," he says with his voice getting louder. "Just meet me at home around nine," I demand. "That's kind of late," he whines. "Look you little faggot," I start, "you'll do as I fucking say! Find something to do until then!" "Yes, ma'am," he says almost breaking down. "Now look," I start, "I'll take care of everything, just get home at nine r else it's off, okay!" "Yes," he says, "I'll be there when you say so." "I better get going," I say. "Okay," he replies, "I lo" I cut him off before he can tell me that he loves me. I can't stand that word. There is no love between us. There hasn't been there since the night I fucked him in the ass. But, I can't break up with him yet; we still have five months left on our lease. God did that sound bad? Refusing to break up over a lease. I bet it did! I find my car in the parking lot and drive to a florist. I'm able to buy some rose petals and decide to make a path for him to follow to our bedroom. He should know what's up when he sees the trail. I go back to the adult bookstore and buy more lube. The clerk flirts with me and gives me another discount. I don't give him my number. I then go grab some sushi at this place that I like downtown. The bartender flirts with me and gives me a free drink. I can't take this incessant flirting. The way things are going; I'm going to give into one of their advances. Maybe I should, or not. I make it home all right. I have a few hours to get ready. Luckily my faggot boyfriend isn't home. If he were, I'd break up with him. I don't care about the lease. He can have this place I don't care about this place. I think I might try to break up with him but not the lease. I know I keep contradicting myself. But I have to end this our relationship is over, it's been over for a while now. I take a quick shower and douche. I dry off and curl my hair. I realize that it's getting close to nine. I lay out the rose petals so that the faggot knows where to go. I put on some make up. I find my garter and put it on. I strap them to a pair of thigh high nylons. God I look like a cheap whore! I then put on my thigh high patent leather boots. And finally I put on my strap on corset harness. I slide the new nine-inch dildo with this my costume is now complete. I look in the mirror. I pinch at my nipples to make the harder. I'm now ready for anything. Except for what happens next, I begin to cry. I slump on the bed and cry. All I can think about is breaking up with Tyler. We've been together for three years. But he is in love with an inanimate object. What can I do? It has to end. No more of this hollow relationship. I collect myself and re-do my make up and do one last look in the mirror. I am ready for this! Tonight I break up with Tyler, I mean the faggot. I hear his car pull into the garage. I get ready for him in the room. I stand straight up and wait for him at the door. "Good evening," he says while opening the door, "I love the rose petals." "I bet you do," I smirk. I walk up to him and pull him towards me. I start to caress him; I give him a false hope of this being a tender and intimate night. I then violently throw him on the bed. "Get undressed you faggot," I yell. He complies and quickly gets undressed. I reach into the nightstand and find the lube and desensitizing spray. I lube up his faghole with my fingers, and quickly spray some of the desensitizer. I then lube up the dildo. "You ready you piece of shit," I ask almost yelling. "Yes," he groans. "Yes what," I yell. "Yes ma'am," he moans. I turn him over on his stomach and slowly insert the dildo. He lets out a very orgasmic moan. It makes me sick. I feel the entire dildo go into him. I begin to thrust slowly as not to hurt him. But I need to teach him a lesson. As he gets used to the slow thrusts I begin to violently pound away. I can hear him moan in both pleasure and pain. I think he lets out a couple of tears. Good I hope he's in pain. I keep violently pounding away. "Tell me when you're going to cum," I demand. "Yes ma'am," he yells out in pain. I keep thrusting away. I forget about any kind of pain that I might be inflicting. All I can think about is making his life miserable. I slap his ass a few times for good measure, as well as pulling on his short hair. "You gonna cum, faggot," I yell. "Not yet," he gasps in pain. "I want your cum faggot," I scream. I keep going, I hate to say it but he's become used to being fucked in the ass. He won't cum easily. But I don't want to help him by jerking him off. The thought of me touching his penis, before he cums, is disgusting. I touch it quickly though. "I'm gonna cum," he exhales. I grab his penis and make a cup with my hand to catch his cum. It shoots out in three quick bursts. It's warm and feels nasty on my hand. I'm able to keep it in my hand as I pull out of his faghole. "On your knees," I demand, "facing me you piece of shit!" He complies and looks up at me. I take the hand with the cum and force it in his mouth. He barely has time to eat it, when I slap him hard across he face. The sperm is spread out over his face. Now is the time. I grab his chin in my cum hand spreading it out even more. "Listen to me you faggot," I yell, "we are fucking through! You love this piece of plastic more than me. I don't want to ever see you again!!!!!" I storm off and walk quickly to the guest room. I don't even wash my hand or take the dildo off. I slump to the ground on the floor and begin to cry. I can't take it! I can't believe what I did. As quick as I left him he comes in the room. I try to push him off of me but I can't. I just begin to cry even more in his arms. "I'm sorry," I barely say as tears stream down my face. "It's okay," he says almost crying. He kisses me with his cum stained mouth. I feel horrible telling him what I did. "I love you," I cry, "I love you so much." To be continued... Crystal Pegs Ch. 03 The cum was still dripping from my face as I followed Crystal to the guestroom. I found her on the floor, crying, she still had on the strap on and her thigh high boots. I lie on the floor next to her. She tries to push me away, but she barely resists. "I'm sorry," she says while tears engulf her face. "It's okay," I say trying to hold back tears of my own. I kiss her quickly before realizing cum saw still dripping from my mouth. "I love you. I love you so much," she cries. "I love you," say repeating her. "I just," she cries, "I really... thought you..." "What," I ask. "I love you," she says again, "I just let my emotions get the best of me." "Don't worry," I say while trying to pick her up. "Give me a second," she demands, "fuck, I... can't believe what I said." "Neither can I," I say while she finally picks herself up of the floor. "I bet," she says while almost laughing. She leans into kiss me, I try to resist, but her mouth kisses my cum stained face. We kiss for almost a minute. "I love you," I say finally cracking a smile. "We've been saying that all night," she laughs. "I love you," I laugh. We walk back to our bedroom. I help her take off her outfit. I throw the strap on onto the bed. It falls in a very awkward way. We can't help but laugh some more. We finally get her boots off and remove the rest of the lingerie. I help her get to the shower. I turn the water to a decent temperature and we both pile into the shower. We help each other get clean, she tries to touch my anus but I stop her since it's still stretched out and sore. I guess she still likes it, and doesn't want to give up on my ass. But as quickly as it started we finish up in the shower. We walk out onto the cold tile of our bathroom and towel off. She puts on her bathrobe and I throw on my sweat pants. We then stumble into the bedroom. We both sit on opposite sides of the bed. "So what now," I ask as my hand reaches over to hers. "I don't know," she replies as she pulls her hand back, "what do you think we should do?" "Maybe we should take it easy for a while," I say. "Well should we," she says half heartily. "I don't want to," I reply, "I think we sort of well..." "What," she smirks. "I think well," I stutter, "I think I did become attached to your attachment." "My attachment," she laughs, "I'm sorry but I thought that too." "I bet," I say, "when was the last time we had regular sex?" "Like," she pauses, "about a week before I got the dildo. And we've had that dildo for like two months." "Shit," I say in astonishment, "I don't know what to say. Two fucking months. I can't believe it." "Neither can I," she says cracking a smile. "Um," I start, "maybe...we should just relax from sex." "Maybe," she replies, "but if you couldn't tell from the shower, I still want your..." "What, my faghole," I laugh. "Yeah," she smirks, "maybe we should give it one last shot. It might just be what we need. But I do want to slow it down a little." "What do you mean," I ask. "I did want to break up with you earlier," she says almost breaking down again. "Why," I ask, "because of the strap on?" "A little," she smirks, "but I do want to maybe see other people." "Okay," I say, " I know what you're getting at. Maybe we should chill out a little." "Um," she starts, "I have an idea." "And what would that be," I say. "One month apart from each other," she says, "we share the same house, one of us takes the guestroom and the other gets the bedroom." "Maybe," I start, "but what it something happens like we meet someone new or something?" "Well," she says, "we have to be honest. If we meet someone new we leave it at that. We start new lives with them." "Fair enough," I start, "but what if we don't?" "We get back together then," she smiles. She leans in and kisses me. We kiss for a few minutes. "Now get dressed," she demands, "we're going shopping." She puts on her thigh highs, a bra, some jeans and wife beater. I put on a t-shirt, jeans and my running shoes. We take separate cars to the adult bookstore. But we do shop together. We decide to get a better strap on for our last night together for a month. It's nice and patent leather. She finds a slightly smaller dildo; some get it up pills and a small bottle of lube. We split the bill she pays half cash and I pay half credit. We then drive to a halfway decent hotel. We once again split the bill. I pay cash and she pays credit. We rush to our room and get back into character. "Ready baby," she says while getting undressed. "Baby," I say in a disapproving tone, "I'm your faggot!" "That's more like it," she smirks while getting her strap on around her hips. I quickly get undressed. I grab the bottle of lube and slowly work some lube into my anus. She shoves he on the bed and straddles me while I continue to finger my sore anus. I suck her dildo like there is no tomorrow. I then switch places with her and have her sit on the bed and continue to give her head. "Suck that dick faggot," she demands, "I wanna cum. Make me cum faggot!" I keep going. I try to finger her pussy but she bats my hand away. She wants me to be her faggot. I can't take it. I love to suck this thing. It tastes so good! "Ready to get fucked," she asks. "Yeah," I say after sliding my mouth off her dildo, "I want it so bad! I want to be your faggot." I stand up and get back on the bed and lie down. She then spreads my legs and begins to lick my faghole. "It tastes so good," she smirks while jerking me off. "I bet," I reply. "Don't talk faggot," she smiles as she continues to lick my faghole. She licks away for what seems like an eternity. I can't help but get squeamish. The feeling of her tongue on my faghole drives me crazy. She then puts a finger inside. I wince with pain, but the lube helps the sensation. She slowly begins to finger fuck me and briefly sucks me off. "Are you ready you faggot," she asks. "Yes ma'am," I reply. She takes the bottle of lube and empties most of the contents onto the dildo. She then slowly inserts the dildo into my faghole. It doesn't hurt like earlier, I'm more relaxed and don't feel so tense. She slowly pumps away. She briefly kisses me and begins to play with my dick. I lean up to suck on her nipples. She pushes me down. "Fags don't like tits," she laughs. "I know," I groan. "Good," she laughs. The slow gentle strokes begin to become faster. It feels so good; I love the feeling of her dildo being pushed to the hilt up my faghole. I hold back the cum. I can't wait to spill my seed. Hopefully it'll be spit back into my mouth like the first time we did this. "How does it feel, faggot," she asks while squeezing my penis. "Great," I groan, "I love the feeling, I love it!" "I want you to suck on it some more," she demands, as she pulls out. I get on the floor and kneel down. She slowly stands up and gently thrusts her dildo into my mouth. I suck it even more furiously. She looks down on me as I look up at her. Our eyes meet; I continue to suck as we maintain eye contact. I am her little cocksuker! "How does it taste," she asks. "Like my faghole," I gasp while quickly putting it back into my mouth. "Good," she says in a seductive voice. She then begins to violently face fuck me. I have a hard time keeping up, but I'm able to keep up with the thrusts of her hips. "Now I want you to cum," she demands. I jump back on the bed and she mounts me. She quickly forces her dildo into my faghole. She begins to fuck me like she was a man. She kisses my cheek and breaths heavily into my ear. She also calls me a faggot and tells me that she can't wait to for me to cum. She then sits up and begins to suck me off while fucking me. "I'm gonna cum," I yell out as she continues to give me a blowjob. I see her eyes wince as my dick spurts out its seed into he mouth. She holds it in here mouth and pulls out. She then crawls up to my face and I open my mouth. Just like the first time she spits it into my mouth. I quickly gag and swallow it down in one quick gulp. "All gone," I exclaim. "Good," she smiles as she runs her finger down my nose, "like a good faggot." She pulls herself off me and takes off the strap on. We then get under the covers. She grabs my face and gives me a kiss. "I love you," I say. "I love you," she says while turning off the lights. We quickly fall asleep. When I wake up she is gone. I look over at the nightstand to find a note written on the hotel stationary. It reads: See you in 30 days Love Crystal Then suddenly it hits me! I'm free for thirty days! I can do whatever I want, be with whomever I want. I can do anything. After I check out of the hotel I look through the numbers in my cell phone and find someone I haven't heard from since college, my senior year roommate Ted. I hesitate at first but I decide to call him after a few seconds of debating. The phone rings twice. "Hello," a man's voice on the other end answers. "Hello," I reply, "Ted, its Tyler." "Oh," he starts, "Tyler from State?" "Yeah." "Where the hell you been," he says loudly. "Good," I reply, "just trying to touch base with old friends. Are you still in town?" "Yes," he replies, "what's up?" "Would you want to meet up," I ask. "Well..." he starts To be continued in Immersion Therapy and Cubicle Romance.