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Strap-On Enterprises Ch. 01

By: cby2



Times have been tough ever since I quit my last job. Working with idiots is a common theme throughout my professional career it seems. But that all changed recently. Knowing my background in sales and my fetish for strap-ons, I immediately responded to an ad in Sunday's paper for a Sales Professional at Strap-on Enterprises.

I wanted to look my best for the interview, so I went out and bought a new suit. Although it was expensive, and times had been tough recently, I wanted to make my best impression.

I walked into the lobby of Strap-on Enterprises, and behind a window, a beautiful young girl asked,

"May I help you?"

"Uh, yes. I'm here for an interview with Ms. Kitrell."

"Ms. Kitrell will be right with you."

I sat in the lobby and patiently waited for Ms. Kitrell to summon me. Everything in the lobby was non-descript and sterile. I guess I had an image of smutty magazines strewn about the lobby with giant posters of dildos; however, this place had an aire of class about it. Muzak played, as I sat and wondered how in the hell I was going to sell dildoes for a living. The door opened.

The young girl appeared and said; "Ms. Kitrell will see you now."

I rose and followed the young girl down the hall. She stopped in front of a door and looked me up and down and smiled.

"Good luck," she said as she walked away smiling.

I entered the door expecting to find an office of some sort, but before me stood yet another sterile environment - a very small conference room with two chairs and a low round table.

Ms. Kitrell sat in one of the chairs. She was a beautiful woman in her late twenties. She had horn-rimmed glasses, fiery, long red hair and pale skin. I'm not much into redheads, but this young lady was perfectly shaped and had a confidence about her.

"You must be, Sam?"

"Yes, mam."

"Have a seat."

I sat across from Ms. Kitrell. Her eyes were a light green, and they seemed uninterested in interviewing me. She probably had interviewed a zillion other salesmen. She didn't beat around the bush.

"Why do you want to work here?"

"Oh, uh... I, uh, need a job, and I, uh..."

"Everyone needs a job, but why Strap-On Enterprises?"

"I, uh, well..."

"If you like strap-on dildoes just say it. We don't want salesmen or saleswomen who can't have a clear conversation about strap-ons."

"Oh, well, in that case, yes... I, uh, love strap-ons."

"What do you love about them?"

I was slightly embarrassed to be having this discussion with a complete stranger, but I knew that I had to if I wanted to work for this company.

"I love the... uh, the control... yeah, uh, the control the woman has who uses it, and, I uh..."

"Sam, if talking about this makes you uncomfortable, I don't want to waste any more of your time or mine... Maybe this job just isn't for you."

"No, I uh... Ms. Kitrell, I promise. I will be more forthcoming. It's just that I uh... I..."

"This is a waste of my time, I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Oh, no, Ms. Kitrell, please! I promise," I said as I rose to catch her. "Please," I begged. I got down on my knees to show my sincere desire. "Please, let's continue with the interview. I'll be completely honest and open with you."

"Good," she said as she circled around me.

I began to get up to return to my seat.

"No," she said. Stay on your knees."

Ms. Kitrell circled around me like a vulture. I couldn't help but notice her beautiful legs extending from her mini-skirt.

"What is your experience with our product, Sam? And, I'm warning you, this is your last chance."

"My first experience was a blind-date I had. The young woman was an artist and very creative. She had, or has, I should say, a strap-on fetish. On our first encounter, she made a mold of my penis and poured silicon into the mold and made an exact replica of my penis. Later that night, she strapped on her new toy and fucked me with my own cock... It was that night that I became hers forever."

"Hmmm," Ms. Kitrell said. "That sounds very erotic. I like this woman." Ms. Kitrell removed her business coat.

"Yes," I said, "she is amazing!"

I continued watching Ms. Kitrell, and I could see a black b** through her white buttoned-down blouse.

"It's getting a little warm in here," she said. "Tell me about other experiences."

"Well, I actually became the slave of this woman for quite some time. She used a strap-on on me on a fairly regular basis. Many a day she would return home from work, and I would wait on her hand and foot. She liked me to suck her cock when she got home from a long hard day at work. Then she would turn me over and fucked me relentlessly."

"Hmm, you do seem to have the right experience," she said as she popped the lock on her briefcase. "Tell me about experiences other than with this woman."

"Well, I took a trip one time with my boss. She didn't take me with a strap-on, but she may as well have."

"What do you mean?"

"She made me wear an assplug all night, and then she slammed her pelvis into my ass. It was the same sensation as a strap-on in my ass, I can tell you that."

"Huh, that's very good - an opportunity to sell multiple products - I like it."

"So, do I have the job?"

Oh, this is just the preliminary interview," Ms. Kitrell said as she opened her briefcase. "I'm just an HR person; I don't make the final decision. BUT, you do have to satisfy me before you can be interviewed by the Hiring Manager."

Ms. Kitrell pulled out a long, life like fire engine red strap-on cock as she said, "But I carry a lot of weight around here. If I like you, she will probably like you to."

"Wh, what, what are you doing?"

Ms. Kitrell hoisted her skirt up and began strapping the cock around her waist. She sat back in her interview chair with her red cock in full swing.

"How badly do you want this job?" Ms. Kitrell asked.

Wow, I had never been sexually harassed before. If it were an ugly woman, I probably would have walked out, but the fact that Ms. Kitrell was such a knockout and was wearing my favorite sextoy, I had to convince her that I was her man, and that I was worthy of making it to the next level.

"I want this job, bad, Ms. Kitrell."

"Come show me how bad you want it then."

As I started to rise...

"ON YOUR KNEES!" Ms. Kitrell demanded. "From now on, you'll address me as Ms. Kitrell only.

"Yes, Ms. Kitrell," said as I walked to her on my knees.

I reached her lap, and I looked to her for instruction, but she had none. She simply looked into my eyes with expectancy.

I looked down at the red rubber in front of me, and I could not help myself. I began licking it. Around and around and around I went with my tongue.

"Ooh, I see you're a little tease," Ms. Kitrell said.

With that, I began long strokes with my tongue up and down her fake cock.

"That's it. Now, I want you to deep throat it... Deep throat my cock."

I took the length of Ms. Kitrell's strap-on into my mouth and sucked up and down.

"Yeah, you're good... If you play your cards right, you might find yourself working here."

I bobbed up and down harder and faster.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and the young lady who originally escorted me to the office stood there in amazement. There I was on my knees sucking away at Ms. Kitrell's phallus, and her leaned back in her interview chair with both feet on the table to balance her.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I stopped to see what was going on, but Ms. Kitrell quickly grabbed my hair and forced my face back onto her cock.

"You don't stop until I tell you to... Now, keep sucking."

The young girl could not wipe the mischievous grin off of her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Kitrell, there is a call for you, and I though it was important."

"I told you to hold all of my calls! Now, go back in there and take a message."

"Yes, mam" I heard as the young girl left and I continued to service Ms. Kitrell.

"Mmmm, I think I like you... I think I might recommend you to the hiring manager. You suck a mean dick, bitch. Can I call you that?"

I kept sucking.

She pulled me off of her cock by my hair.

"Answer me."

"Yes, you can call me anything you want."

"Good, bitch because that is what you will be if you work here - a bitch... Get up; we need to go over product placement."

I stood up.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I mean, I wanted to work at Strap-on Enterprises, but I had no idea what the interview entailed.

As I stripped for Ms. Kitrell, she retrieved a bottle of AstroGlide from her brief case. She placed a latex glove over her right hand and began applying a dollop to her two gloved fingers.

"Bend over the table, bitch."

Was this really happening? Holy crap! If I was going to go through this, I sure hoped I was going to get the job. I bent over as she commanded.

"Off with the pants... Come on, do I have to explain everything?"

I unbuckled my belt and slip my pants and underwear off as I lay my head onto the interview table.

"That's it... You're doing very good," Ms. Kitrell said as she slid her moist fingers to my hole. In they went.

I felt her long fingers sink inside me - the index and middle fingers. Oh my god, did it feel good. The AstroGlide made them glide right in.

"How badly do you want to work here?"

"Bad."

She spanked my ass. 

"I said, how badly do you want to work here?"

"Bad!" I said louder.

"I don't believe you. Wiggle that ass on my fingers and show me how bad you want to work here."

As I stood bent over, I tried to wiggle my as best I could.

"Ooh, yeah... That's it... Show me how you get ready to get fucked."

Ms. Kitrell was turning me on so much. I started pushing back towards her fingers, which were sliding in and out of me faster and faster. I held firm as I took her prodding.

"What are you thinking right now?" she asked.

"I'm uh..."

"Come on, say it."

"I'm wondering whether or not you are going to fuck me in the ass with that strap-on."

She laughed maniacally.

"Well, they don't call it Strap-On Enterprises for nothing, sweety."

With that, Ms. Kitrell placed the head of her cock right onto my opening.

"Tell me you want it."

"I want it, Ms. Kitrell."

"That's right. You better damn well want it if you want to work here, bitch. Are you a bitch?"

"Yes, Ms. Kitrell, I'm a bitch."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to fuck me, Ms. Kitrell."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Ooh, I bet you do... Here, take this."

She slid the cock slowly into my ass. Her length burned as it sank in. My insides were on fire.

"Take my cock... Yeah, take it slow."

"Oh..."

"Slow... Feel it burn."

"Oh, yeah..."

Her pace quickened slightly.

"Mmmm, hmmm. Your ass is loosening up. You're a hungry little cocklover. Do you like Ms. Kitrell to fuck your ass?"

"Yes, Ms. Kitrell. Please take my ass."

I wanted to taste her, someone, just anything in my mouth at that moment. She was fucking me with strong strokes, now. 

"I'm man-fucking you now, bitch... Say it."

You're man-fucking me, now, Ms. Kitrell."

"Yeah, bitch. Take that cock!"

"Oh, fuck... God damn!"

As she built up to a motorized pace, I flailed about for anything to hold on to. My arm hit the doorknob pushing the door wide open. There I was, exposed to anyone who passed by with Ms. Kitrell pounding her cock into me.

A tall blonde walked by and looked at us wan tingly.

"Nice work, Erica. That's a fabulous lay."

"Thank you, Ms. Gere" Ms. Kitrell retorted.

The tall blonde looked at me and grinned and walked away. Ms. Kitrell continued pumping me from behind. I was starting to sweat profusely.

SPANK!

She slapped my ass.

SPANK! SPANK!

"Oh, my God."

"Yell, it!"

"Oh, my God," I exclaimed.

"Again!"

"Oh, my God. Fuck me!"

She filled me faster and faster. I was about to lose control. I lay on the cheek of my face as I reached to stroke my cock.

"That's it. Stroke your cock while I fuck you with mine."

I stroked in unison with her repetitive entry.

"Oh, my God, Ms. Kitrell. I'm going to cum."

"You're going to cum in your interview?"

SLAM!

"Huh, boy? Are you going to cum for Ms. Kitrell?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ms. Kitrell."

"Rrrrraa..."

"Not yet."

I tried to hold back. Ms. Kitrell reached into the chair beside me and grabbed my resume. She slid it under me onto the table. She wanted me to cum on my resume.

"Now."

I stroked and tried to aim for what I couldn't see.

She pressed my face into the table and fucked me faster.

"Cum damn it."

The faster she fucked, the redder my face became. I was going to erupt.

"Ahhhhh! Ms. Kitrell, I'm cumming for you!"

"Cum for me, now!"

I felt my white hot juice gush from my cock and onto the table beneath me. Ms. Kitrell continued to bang my ass as every last drop exited me. When she was satisfied with my depletion, she composed herself.

"Get up, boy."

I stood naked, used and abused.

"You've done well. I'll forward your resume on to Ms. Gere."

"Today?" I asked hesitantly. I couldn't take another ass fucking today.

"No, not today. Don't call us; well call you."

With that, Ms. Kitrell unsnapped the strap-on and took my cum-soaked resume. 

"I will forward this to her. If you have the experience she needs, she will be in touch."

Ms. Kitrell disappeared down the hall, and I stood there dumbfounded. As I finally managed to get dressed, I headed for the main lobby unsure of my future. The young girl at the front desk smiled at me.

"Good luck."

"Yeah, uh... thank you."

"I'm sure we'll see you back."

Strap-On Enterprises Ch. 02



Luckily, I had the cash to live for a few months without working, but the months were quickly going by and the cash was wasting away. I had many interviews, but none like the interview I had at STRAP-ON ENTERPRISES. A week had passed, and I was dreaming of the phone to ring and hear Ms. Kitrell's voice again.

As I surfed the want ads on the Internet, the phone rang. Ever since my interview at STRAP-ON ENTERPRISES, my heart had become accustomed to skipping a beat every time the phone rang. 

"Hello?"

"Is this Sam?" a female voice inquired.

"Yes."

"Sam, this is Ms. Gere with STRAP-ON ENTERPRISES. You interviewed for our company with Ms. Kitrell a week back."

"Yes, Ms. Gere."

"We have a position opening up here, and we were wondering if you were still looking for a job?"

"Yes, mam. I'm definitely interested in working for STRAP-ON ENTERPRISES. Is it the job I originally applied for?"

"Oh, no, Sam. This is a job working under me. I'm the Vice President of Product Development. If you're the right person for the job, you would be working under me exclusively. I need a tester for our products. Are you still interested?"

"Yes, mam. I sure am."

"Good, I thought you would be. Ms. Kitrell had nothing but nice things to say about you, and I have your resume here in front of me."

"Yes," I said tentatively, remembering what Ms. Kitrell made me do to my resume.

"It's quite impressive, Sam. You have LOADS of experience. How does Monday at 10am sound?"

"Yes, mam. I will be there."

"Good, come prepared." 

CLICK

What did she mean by that I wondered? Come prepared? She already had my resume, and I recognized her name. She was the same long blonde haired lady who saw Ms. Kitrell taking my ass. Would she do the same? I had to be "prepared" that she would.

MONDAY 10AM

I approached the front desk, and the same young lady I had met during my first interview manned the desk.

"Hello, again," she said, "I'm glad to see you're back."

"Hi, uh, yes, I, um... I'm glad to be back."

"I bet you are... Are you here to see Ms. Gere?"

"Yes."

"Good, she's the best. Let me see if she's ready for you... You can go ahead and have a seat."

"Thanks."

The young girl buzzed through, I assume to Ms. Gere, and said, "Your 10am is here."

Not a minute later, Ms. Gere appeared before me. She was cloaked in a black business suit with her long, white-hot blond hair in a bun. A single strand of curled blonde hair dangled from the side of her head. This seemed to be a theme at STRAP-ON ENTERPRISES. Her horned-rim glasses and ruby red lipstick accentuated her marvelous body and tanned skin.

"You must be Sam."

"Yes, mam. And you must be Ms. Gere."

"Indeed I am, Sam. Why don't you follow me?"

I followed close behind this tall specimen of powerful sex. I could only imagine what I could do to her in her high heels, and only dreamed of what she could do to me. As we walked down the hallway, she stopped short and caught me watching her ass.

"Do you see something you like, Sam?"

I was so embarrassed.

"Oh, uh, ah... yes, mam, I mean, no mam."

"So, you don't like my ass?"

"Oh, uh, yes, mam."

"It's okay, Sam. Don't be nervous. If you are going to work for me, you are going to have to be honest with your feelings. When I ask you a question, you better tell me the truth."

"Yes, you're right, Ms. Gere. I'll tell you anything you want to know."

We stepped into her office.

"Good," she said, "Because I won't tolerate dishonesty. I expect confidence and a desire to please... Now, tell me, Sam, how do you feel your first interview went?"

"I thought it went very well."

"What makes you think that?"

"I'm back for a second interview, aren't I?"

"Yes, but I want to know why you think you're back for a second interview."

"Ms. Gere, I'm going to tell it to you straight. I have a fetish for strap-on cock from a woman. I love it and I love the feeling of giving up control and power to a sexy woman. I'm back for a second interview because you walked in on Ms. Kitrell fucking my ass, and you saw just how much I was enjoying it. That made you hot, and you want to get some of my ass for yourself. Does that sound about right?"

"Well, I see you're going to have no problem voicing your opinions and more importantly, your desires... For the record, your body impressed me, and, yes, your enjoyment of our products made me very hot. It's obvious to me that you know our products, but what I do not know is if you can confidently sell our products. Have you ever used a strap-on on someone else, Sam?"

"No, I've always just used my cock."

"Do you want to fuck me, Sam?"

"More than anything."

"Well, I don't let my employees fuck me, Sam. I do ALL of the fucking around here... I like you, though. You have definite potential. I need to see how you use that cock of yours."

Ms. Gere pressed a button on her telephone.

"Amy, please send Ms. Kitrell in."

Ms. Kitrell walked in, as if expected. She wore red, thigh high boots and a red corset. Her beautiful ass was bare, no underwear. 

"I believe you know, Ms. Kitrell."

"Yes," I said, "how do you do?"

"You passed Ms. Kitrell's interview, Sam. She said you loved taking her cock. She said you really understood the satisfaction of using one of our products. Since you are so good at receiving, I need to know how good you are at giving."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I need to know that you know what it is like to fuck with a cock. The next phase of your interview will involve you demonstrating how to properly fill a subject with a hard cock... which I can see you have."

Ms. Kitrell approached the side of Ms. Gere's desk and bent slightly over her desk. She looked back at me and then down at my stiff cock. I couldn't believe it. Her nodding was the go ahead for me to do anything I wanted to her. I immediately bent to my knees so that her beautiful ass was eye level. I should say tongue level because I immediately spread Ms. Kitrell's cheeks and began to lavish her hole with my tongue. Her clean-shaven nether region was perfect. I tongued furiously to break inside her ass. At first, my tongue met her resistance, but she soon wanted my tongue in her ass, and she pushed back onto my face as I licked.

Ms. Gere crouched down near me, removed her glasses, and guided me, "Confidence, Sam... I want to see confidence, and I want you to make her cum. Better yet, I want you to be so good at fucking her that I, myself, would even consider taking your cock... Is that clear?"

She stood up and smiled as she watched me. I was stroking Ms. Kitrell's crack with my tongue. There was nothing more in the world at that moment except for me being engulfed inside her. I grabbed both her ass cheeks firmly and continued thrusting my tongue into her invitingly, wet hole.

"Ooh, that's right," Ms. Kitrell said. "Suck it."

I sucked her ass, and I gave her a quick THWACK on the ass.

"You like when I suck it, Kitrell?"

"Yes."

"I know you do. Tell me what you like."

"I like you to suck on my asshole and make me wet."

"Ooh, I bet you do. Do you want me to get that ass nice and wet so I can fuck it for you?"

"Ooh, yeah. What are you going to fuck it with?"

I thwacked her on the ass again harder.

"Ow."

Ms. Gere was now reclining in her office chair. She had removed her eyeglasses and was caressing herself under the desk out of view.

"I'm going to fuck that ass with this cock of mine. Tell me you want it."

THWACK!

"Ow, damn... I want it."

THWACK!

"Not good enough."

"Ow... I want it! I want your cock."

"Beg for it, Kitrell. Beg for my cock in your ass."

"Please, give me your cock, Sam. Please give it to me in my ass... oh, please fill me up."

THWACK!

"Ahh, god! Your tongue feels so good inside my ass."

Ms. Kitrell was getting to a boiling point quickly. She stood erect and reached behind her pressing my face into her as with both hands.

As I was deep inside her ass, now, I heard Ms. Gere comment, "Oh, yeah. You two are hot."

"I'm begging you, Sam. Please fuck my ass," Ms. Kitrell begged.

I heard a thud – the unmistakable sound of clothing hitting the floor. 

Ms. Gere slowly walked around the side of the desk behind me as Ms. Kitrell caressed her own breasts that bulged from her corset.

"Yeah, assfuck his face, Erica," Ms. Gere commanded. "I want to see you cum with his tongue in your ass."

Ms. Gere called her Erica. I had not previously known her name. I thought I would use this to my advantage, but my wheels were turning. What was Ms. Gere doing behind me? And, I had assumed I was going to get to fuck Erica's ass, but Ms. Gere now wanted me to make her cum by licking her.

"Do you want me to make you cum, now, Erica?" I dared. Ms. Gere quickly pulled me by the hair from between Ms. Kitrell's cheeks.

"Did you just call her Erica?"

"Yes, mam."

"Get this straight, wonder boy, you will address all women within this company as "Ms." Do you understand? I don't ever want to hear you calling us by our first name."

"Yes, Ms. Gere."

"Now get back to pleasing Ms. Kitrell."

I fervently lapped up Ms. Kitrell's ass and planted my tongue as deep as I could get it. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap on my own ass.

"How's he doing, Erica?" Ms. Gere asked.

"He's doing great, Ms. Gere."

"Would you hire him?"

"Well, he hasn't... oh, god, lick it, Sam... he hasn't made me cum... oh, fuck, lick it harder; lick my asshole... That's it. Suck on it... He hasn't made me cum yet, Ms. Gere."

I started to sweat profusely. Was this all for naught? I felt a cool liquid drip onto my ass.

"Well, he has the confidence I'm looking for," Ms. Gere said as she applied lubricant to my ass. "And, according to you, he loves to take a fat cock."

"Oh, yes, Ms. Gere, fuck... don't stop licking... he took my cock like a pro, of fuck... Lick it, Sam. Suck on my ass if you want to make me cum."

I felt Ms. Gere's hands on my shoulders. She pressed my face into Ms. Kitrell's ass to where I almost couldn't breathe. I could feel Ms. Kitrell's body beginning to rumble. I felt Ms. Gere slowly slide her strap-on inside me. It caused me to grimace slightly, but I was more concerned about making Ms. Kitrell cum for me. I began sucking furiously on her asshole. My lips encompassed her anus, and Ms. Gere's cock slowly filled me.

"Do you like that, Sam," Ms. Gere asked.

I mumbled a yes as Ms. Kitrell's warm ass muscles were contorting in my mouth. I licked every inch of her insides. Ms. Gere laughed at my muffled answer.

"Suck that woman's asshole while I fuck your ass, boy."

Ms. Gere's cock burned my insides as she stretched me. In and out, slowly she fucked me. As her pace quickened, she pressed my face harder into Ms. Kitrell. Ms. Kitrell was about to erupt.

"I'm going to cum, Ms. Gere. Just keep on fucking that man's ass... You're going to make me cum with his tongue in my ass... oh, yeah... oh, fuck!"

Ms. Gere rocked our bodies hard. She raked her nails down my back and into my ass cheeks, squeezing while she thrust her cock inside me. 

"Cum, Erica... I demand you to cum."

I was such a tool for both of them. Ms. Gere was using my body to get Ms. Kitrell off.

"Taste her ass, Sam. Get a full taste of her ass while I fuck you good."

I was engulfed in Ms. Kitrell's ass, and I wanted desperately to cum. I could feel the cum boiling inside my ultra hard cock.

"I'm going to cum, Ms. Gere," I warned.

With that, Ms. Gere grabbed by ball sack and squeezed ever so slightly. Not before Ms. Kitrell, Sam. She kept her rhythm of taking my ass, but now she was pulling my sack backwards.

"Oh, Oh!" Ms. Kitrell exclaimed. "Ahhhhhh! Yes, lick it faster... I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Deeper, deeper... fuck, fuck."

"Yeah, bitch," Ms. Gere said. "Cum for me."

Ms. Kitrell's ass reverberated on my face. She was cumming, and she wanted my tongue as far inside as she could get it. She clutched my hair with both hands and rubbed my face up and down into her crack. I was ravenous for her ass.

"Now, it's your turn," Ms. Gere said as she let my balls go. "Get on the desk."

I stood up and Ms. Kitrell moved out of my way. I laid backwards onto Ms. Gere's desk with my legs hoisted into the air. Ms. Gere moved right in and held my legs in the air. Ms. Kitrell helped her by holding my right leg up. This allowed Ms. Gere to POUND my ass as hard as she wanted. I was in heaven looking into the eyes of these two beauties, as Ms. Gere took full control of me.

"You may touch your cock, Sam."

As I took her strap-on into my ass, I stroked my cock. 

"Oh, yes, Ms. Gere. You fuck me so good. You fuck me so good with that cock of yours."

The women smiled. When I saw them smile, I could hold back no longer. I exploded all over my belly. It was like a jet propulsion fountain as my white-hot cum shot up like a rainbow and down to my chest.

"You're hired," Ms. Gere said as she removed her length from me. "I'll see you here first thing tomorrow morning – 8am sharp."

"Thank you, Ms. Gere. I'll be here." 



Strap-On Enterprises Ch. 03



As the workday neared its end, I sat in my office planning for the rest of the week. Suddenly, Ms. Gere buzzed me. I put her on speakerphone:

"Yes, Ms. Gere?"

"What are you doing after work, Sam?"

"Uh, I, uh had no plans. Did you have something in mind, Ms. Gere?"

"Yes, Sam. I've got a new customer in town who I haven't met before. I always like to have an extra person with me when I meet a new client for the first time, and I'm hoping you can join me."

"Sure."

"Good. Meet me in the garage at 6pm and we'll go over together. She's at the Sheraton."

At 6PM, I waited in the garage for Ms. Gere. She appeared from the elevator and walked toward her car with a Halliburton briefcase. I approached her, and we walked to her car.

"So, Ms. Gere, may I ask who we are going to meet?"

"Yes, Sam. We are going to meet a potential new client. Her name is Alexandra, or I should say Mistress Alexandra. She has something I want, and we apparently have something she wants."

"What do we want, Ms. Gere?"

"I've heard through the grapevine, Sam, that Mistress Alexandra has an excellent selection of European riding crops. They are very rare and not commonly sold in the States. I'm thinking of doing a little bartering with her."

"So, this isn't a business deal?"

"Oh, it's a business deal. She seems to really be into strap-on, and when she sees what I've got for her, I'm sure she'll be a repeat customer."

We jumped into Ms. Gere's convertible Mercedes and headed downtown towards the Sheraton. Ms. Gere knew exactly where she was going; as we ascended in the elevator, she pressed 16.

"Room 1616, this should be it."

Ms. Gere knocked on the door. We could hear someone inside moving around. The door creaked slightly open.

"Yes?"

"Mistress Alexandra, it is Ms. Gere from Strap-On Enterprises."

"Who is he?"

"Oh, he's my employee."

"Tell him to go away."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. We are a package deal."

I had been to a mistress before and knew that the proper etiquette was not to question a Mistress' demands, but Ms. Gere was strictly business and had no time for games.

"Come in."

We walked in and the room was mammoth. It was a penthouse of sorts that overlooked the cityscape. The room had a wet bar, a hot tub, a magnificent king-sized bed, a sitting room, and an outdoor observatory deck.

Mistress Alexandra was a statuesque, beautiful woman with short blond hair. She had on a sheer white body stocking that left nothing to the imagination. Her curves were perfect, and she stood tall even when barefooted.

She led us to a table near the observatory deck where she had a briefcase of her own.

"If he is going to stay, I want him tied up," the Mistress said.

"Very well," replied Ms. Gere. "Come on, Sam. We need you in this chair."

"Strip," the Mistress commanded.

I took orders from Ms. Gere only, and I looked at her for approval. I did not know Mistress Alexandra, but I desperately wanted to please them both. Ms. Gere nodded for me to strip. As I took off my clothes, Mistress Alexandra circled around behind me. 

"Very nice bitch ass, Ms. Gere. I'm sure you've trained him well."

"He is my best employee."

"Sit, worm!" the Mistress demanded.

I sat naked in the chair as Mistress Alexandra tied my hands and feet to the chair. Ms. Gere smiled at my helplessness. Mistress Alexandra tightened the last knot, and gave it a tug to make sure I was immobile.

"There... Now, let's get down to business."

I watched as Ms. Gere lined her Halliburton up next to Mistress Alexandra's briefcase. The two beautiful women had their backs turned to me. Through the Mistress' body stocking, I could see the outline of the crack of her ass. It was voluptuous. I could also see the black stripes of Ms. Gere's pantyhose vertically outlining her magnificent calves. My cock sprang to attention as I daydreamed of what these two might do to me. Or was I in their plans at all?

Mistress Alexandra opened her briefcase first.

Ms. Gere reached into her briefcase and held up a sleek leather riding crop. She held it up toward the window, and I could see that it was handcrafted black leather. 

"Do you like it," Mistress Alexandra asked.

"Do I like it? I love it. I've never seen one so tightly put together. Ooooh... and I love the smell of leather on the lip. Where did you get this?"

"It is handmade by a dominatrix in the Netherlands. She does exquisite work. Try it out."

Ms. Gere smiled. 

"I think I will."

She walked toward me and looked at my stiff cock. She lightly ran the crop up the length of my cock then, without warning, THWACK! She slapped the side of my cock with her riding crop. The welt on my penis turned red. Thwack! Thwack! Back and forth she hit my cock twice as I yelled with excitement and pain.

"Tell us how it feels, worm!" the Mistress demanded.

"It hurts, Mistress."

"Tell her, worm. She is your boss."

"Do you want more, Sam?" Ms. Gere queried.

"Just one more, please, Ms. Gere... just one more."

Ms. Gere raised the crop to her lips and kissed the lip of the crop. Then she came down with a quick blow to my cockhead. THWACK!

"Oh, Christ!" I screamed as my cock burned.

"This is very nice, Mistress Alexandra. Would you like to see what I've brought for you?"

"Absolutely."

The two women returned to the table, and Ms. Gere opened her briefcase. I watched as Mistress Alexandra's face smiled for the first time. She reached in and pulled out a flesh-colored dildo. She grasped it with both hands and held it up to her pelvis.

"Mmmmm, I love the power. Where's the harness?"

Ms. Gere reached into the briefcase and removed a red velvet sack. Reaching into the red velvet sack, she demonstrated that the sack also included a place to hold the dildo as well as storage for the harness. She handed it to Mistress Alexandra.

"This is perfect... Will you put it on me?"

"Of course," replied Ms. Gere.

Mistress Alexandra stepped into the harness as Ms. Gere hoisted it up around her waist. Mistress Alexandra placed the rubber cock into the harness, and Ms. Gere tightened the harness from behind. Ms. Gere stepped away and admired Mistress Alexandra.

"Oh, my God, that cock was made for you."

Mistress Alexandra retorted, "Yeah, it's nice and strong. I can fuck like an animal with this thing on."

"I'll bet. What do you think, Sam?"

"Yes, Ms. Gere. It looks fantastic on her."

Ms. Gere walked toward me and slapped my cock once again with the riding crop.

"Ow."

She turned away from me and said to Mistress Alexandra, "Well it seems we have a deal, but wouldn't you like to see how your new strap-on looks with a pair of lips on the other end?"

"As long as they're yours," the Mistress replied.

Mistress Alexandra walked toward Ms. Gere with her phallus hanging from her waist.

"Show me."

Ms. Gere bent over with her beautiful ass right in my face. She caressed her ass and teased me with it. Mistress Alexandra stood at Ms. Gere's face and guided her lips to her newfound cock. Ms. Gere began to suck the Mistress' flesh-colored cock while also unzipping her skirt. She stopped sucking Mistress Alexandra's cock only long enough to command me to lick her ass. 

"Lick my ass, Sam. Lick my ass while I suck my mistress' cock."

In her high heels, Ms. Gere bent over and leaned back onto my face. Since she had her panty hose on, I couldn't get inside her, but I licked at her hole through the sexy sheer black stockings.

"Mmmm, hmm," she cooed as she sucked the Mistress' cock. "He's making my ass nice and moist for you, Mistress."

"Yeah, you like that, bitch? Do you like that worm eating your ass? Look at him trying to struggle through those stockings. He must really want to lick your ass bad."

"Yeah, he wants it really bad... but I want you to have it, Mistress."

"You want me to have it? You want me to fuck your ass?"

"Yes."

"Beg for it, bitch."

"Please take my ass, Mistress Alexandra."

"Rip her stockings with your teeth, worm!" Mistress Alexandra demanded.

I tugged and tugged at Ms. Gere's stockings, and I eventually got them to rip. I tugged on the stocking fabric with my teeth. I was preparing my boss' ass for her new Mistress.

"Get up," Mistress Alexandra demanded. "Lie back on that bed."

Ms. Gere walked over to the nearby bed as I could only sit and watch. Mistress Alexandra grabbed the riding crop from Ms. Gere and pushed her backwards onto the bed. She then reached her hand under Ms. Gere's ass and ripped the hose upwards, which left Ms. Gere's pussy exposed. Mistress Alexandra quickly thwacked Ms. Gere's clit with the riding crop.

"Oh, my god!"

"That's right! Who controls your pussy?"

THWACK

"Oh, no, oh, my God! You do, Mistress Alexandra. You do."

THWACK

Ms. Gere held her legs up in the air and spread them apart allowing Mistress Alexandra full reign of her most sacred area. Mistress Alexandra stood over Ms. Gere smiling.

"Do you like your new riding crop?"

"Yes!"

THWACK

A small tear formed in Ms. Gere's eye.

"Do you want me to stop?"

THWACK

"No..."

"No, what?"

THWACK

"Ahhhh, god! No, Mistress. Please don't stop."

"Good girl."

I sat in amazement while I watched these two gorgeous women going at it.

"Now, every time I strike your clit with your new riding crop, I want you to say my name... Understand?"

THWACK

"Yes."

"Apparently, you don't."

THWACK

"I said, every time I strike your clit with your new riding crop, I want you to say my name."

THWACK

"Mistress Alexandra."

THWACK

"Aaaoww, Mistress Alexandra."

THWACK

"Louder!"

"MISTRESS ALEXANDRA!"

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK

Ms. Gere had tears of joy and pain in her eyes. She winced with the multiple thwacks onto her precious bulb. She was really into this new woman controlling her, and I had no idea she was into such pain.

"Turn around, bitch."

Ms. Gere got on all fours on the big bed facing me. Mistress Alexandra saddled up behind Ms. Gere and ripped the remaining panty hose away from Ms. Gere's ass. She waited no time before she plunged her new strap-on cock into Ms. Gere's juicy, wet ass. Ms. Gere was so wet from my saliva and being turned on by Mistress Alexandra.

Mistress Alexandra squeezed Ms. Gere's ass cheeks as she entered her from behind.

"Look at your boss, now, worm. Do you like seeing your boss getting fucked?"

I didn't know how to answer. I was in shock.

"Tell your bitch to answer me," Mistress Alexandra proclaimed.

"Oh, oh, god, fuck... Answer her, Sam."

Ms. Gere was on all fours rocking back and forth viciously on Mistress Alexandra's cock. Mistress Alexandra pulled the hairpin from Ms. Gere's bunned hair. Her long blonde hair dropped into her face as she rocked back and forth on the Mistress' cock. Her make-up was beginning to run as beads of sweat formed on her face. She was getting totally fucked.

"What's my name, whore?"

"Mis... oh, god... Mistres..."

Mistress Alexandra thwacked her on her ass cheeks with the riding crop as she fucked her.

"What's my name, you fucking whore?"

"Mistress Alexandra!" Ms. Gere said boldly.

"That's right. I'm your mistress, now. Anytime I feel like having your ass, you will give it to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Say it!"

"My ass is yours, Mistress... anytime you want it, oh, my god, it feels so good... please keep fucking me."

"Look at her, worm! I'm fucking your boss, now. I bet you'd like to fuck her."

"Yes, Mistress Alexandra."

"Oh, he speaks... well, too bad, worm. Her ass is mine, all mine!"

Ms. Gere continued to yell in ecstasy as Mistress Alexandra showed no mercy on her ass. Mistress Alexandra grabbed Ms. Gere's hair in her fist and pulled her hair backwards. Mistress Alexandra spanked Ms. Gere's ass hard on both sides.

"Yell for me."

"Please fuck me, Mistress!"

"Good girl. Do you want some cum?"

"Huh?"

"Have you ever drank your employee's cum?" the Mistress asked Ms. Gere.

"No," she said as she began fucking the cock without the Mistress' assistance.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't move, and I wanted to stroke my cock so badly. I could feel my cum burning inside. The slightest touch would have caused an explosion.

"Get down there and suck that man's cock! I want to see how a whore sucks a real cock."

Mistress Alexandra removed her strap-on cock from Ms. Gere, and Ms. Gere approached me and got on all fours in front of me. She bent down and began deep throating my cock.

"Don't cum in my mouth, Sam," Ms. Gere told me.

"Cum in her mouth, worm," retorted Mistress Alexandra.

"No, please, Sam."

Mistress Alexandra forced Ms. Gere's face onto my cock. She sucked with reckless abandon. I could feel the explosion about to happen.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Gere. I can't control it," I said.

Ms. Gere sucked faster.

"Yeah, suck his cock, whore... Are you enjoying getting sucked off by your boss, worm?"

I was trying so hard not to cum.

I felt a sharp sting across my face. Mistress Alexandra had slapped me.

"Answer me, worm."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I love being sucked off by my... oh, shit, I'm going to..."

The cum erupted into a white-hot geyser of sex. It was so much that Ms. Gere couldn't accept it all. I looked down at her and the cum dripped from her mouth as she still had my cock engulfed down her throat.

"There, now. You two are made for each other," Mistress Alexandra said.

Ms. Gere got up, and stormed off to the restroom ill tempered.

"What's wrong with her?" Mistress Alexandra asked me as she untied me.

"I don't think she wanted my cum, Mistress."

"Well, she'll just have to learn that she must do what I want."

As I put my clothes back on, Ms. Gere left the bathroom and picked up her riding crop. Then, she stormed out of the hotel room.

"I'll meet you in the car, Sam. Get dressed and come on."

Ms. Gere left the room, and as I zipped up my pants, Mistress Alexandra slipped me a piece of paper. It had her phone number on it, and said,

"You're mine, now, worm."

And in a weird way, I knew that she was right.



Strap-On Enterprises Ch. 03.5



After my latest adventure with Ms. Gere and Mistress Alexandra, work was becoming unbearable.  Ms. Gere treated me differently.  She avoided me at all costs and wouldn't look me in the eye.  Surely, she knew that I wouldn't have disobeyed her strictest rule on purpose.  It was the sheer power Mistress Alexandra had over both of us that made me do it.  I surmised that Ms. Gere loved the power role and was humbled when Mistress Alexandra knocked her down a peg in front of her male assistant.

I tried my best to apologize to Ms. Gere.  I gave her flowers; I cleaned her office; I did so many things for her, and yet, she was still uncomfortable around me.  As the miserable, lonely days grew longer, I began to fear for my job at Strap-On Enterprises.  Was I this close to being fired?  It sure felt like it.

As the thought of disappointing Ms. Gere kept me up at night, I became desperate.  As I paced the floor of my bedroom one evening, I saw a slip of scratch paper underneath the bed.  I picked it up, and there before me was Mistress Alexandra's phone number.  In my despair, I had forgotten that she had slipped me her phone number that night.  Just seeing her name and phone number gave me chills.  I couldn't escape the visions of her taking Ms. Gere in front of me.  I must have relived that night over and over in my mind a thousand times.

As I hadn't had a good filling in many weeks, my lustful thoughts of Mistress Alexandra began to creep in - all five foot eleven inches of her dominating Ms. Gere.  In my mind, I replaced Ms. Gere with myself.  Mistress Alexandra would pump me mercilessly and call me awful names.  She was so dirty with me, and yet I knew her not.  I wanted to know her so badly, but I was afraid that Ms. Gere would frown upon it.  I wondered if Mistress Alexandra would even remember me if I called.  She obviously thought I was a worm, just another piece of manmeat to serve her big black cock.  

I finally decided that I should contact Mistress Alexandra.  What's the worse thing that could happen?  I felt as if I had already lost Ms. Gere, so, engaging with the Mistress couldn't bring me any lower than I already felt.  Perhaps, maybe, Mistress, if she had any pity on me, could help to save my relationship with Ms. Gere.  It was worth finding out.

Without hesitation or regard for caution, I dialed the number.

"Speak."

"Um, Mistress Alexandra?"

"I said speak."

"Uh, my name is Sam.  I represent Strap-On Enterprises.  Maybe you remember me?"

"Vaguely, worm.  I remember your boss more clearly."

"Oh, that's actually why I'm calling, Mistress.  I, uh, well, since my boss and I met you, our relationship has changed."

"Changed?"

"Yes, for the worse.  She will hardly speak to me anymore."

"I see.  And why do you think that is?"

"Honestly, Mistress, I think she has a control issue.  When you commanded me to cum in her mouth, she was not pleased to be put in lower status than myself, her employee."

"Hmmm... I understand.  I can certainly help you both."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress.  Thank you so much.  I'll do anything to get our relationship back on track."

"Anything?"

"Yes, Mistress, anything."

"Good, boy."

It was the first time she had called me a good boy.  Although I still felt like a worm when speaking to her, I was hopeful that "good boy" esteemed me if ever so slight.

"Are you shaved?" the Mistress asked.

"Somewhat, Mistress."

"If you want my help, you are going to need to shave your sorry bitch hole and your useless cock and balls.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"If you don't, I promise, you'll be sorry."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I want you to give me your boss' phone number, and I'll expect you at my house at 6pm sharp tomorrow evening.  What is your e-mail address, slut?"

"xXxXxXx@yahoo.com...  Mistress?"

"What?"

"May I have the privilege of having your e-mail address?"

"I don't want your filthy, pathetic messages in my in-box, you cock-lover.  I will let you know when I expect an e-mail from you.  Don't dare ever ask."

"Yes, Mistress."

CLICK

I was going out on a limb on this adventure.  This stepped outside the boundary of work relations, but I was betting all my chips that Mistress Alexandra could help.  I went into work the next day.  To my great surprise, Ms. Gere approached me with a large grin on her face.

"Hi, Sam."

I was in shock.  This was completely different from the way she had treated me over the past two weeks.

"Uh, Hi, Ms. Gere."

As she walked past me, she said, "I'm looking forward to tonight."

What had Mistress Alexandra done?  I tried my best to concentrate on my work the rest of the day, but I couldn't escape the confusion.  The clock finally struck five, and I hurried home to shower.  I had shaved, as Mistress had commanded, the night before.

I followed Mistress' directions and arrived at her beautiful Victorian home.  From the outside, no one would ever expect such a devilishly sexy lady.  I rang the door bell, and Mistress slowly opened the door.

"Come in."

As soon as I had stepped inside and the Mistress had closed the door, she commanded, "ON YOUR KNEES!"

I quickly crouched to my knees and said nothing.

"This is my home.  You are to respect it at all times.  From this point forward, you do not speak unless I ask for a response...  Now, crawl to the kitchen.  It is directly down the hallway."

I crawled down the hallway to the impeccably clean kitchen.  On the island above me were cooking utensils and various fruits and vegetables.

"Stand."

I stood up, and Mistress Alexandra stood behind me.  I could feel her body against mine but didn't dare turn to face her.  She reached around me with both arms and picked up a bottle of cooking oil.

"Remove your clothes, slowly."

With her body pressing against mine, it was difficult to unbutton my shirt and pants, but I managed.  Mistress Alexandra picked up a cleaver and began gently rubbing the cooking oil over the blade.  I was a little afraid as she brought the blade closer to my nakedness.  The Mistress rubbed the side of the knife with her gloved fingers, and the oil oozed onto her fingers.  She wasted no time in inserting her index finger into my crack.  Without looking, she searched my crack with her finger.

"Bend over."

I bent slightly over the island.  Her oiled fingers found my orifice, and she slowly inserted two fingers inside me.  With her other hand, she placed the blade onto the island and rubbed my crotch checking to see if I had shaved.

"Hmmmm, very smooth.  I am pleased with you, cock-socket.  You are so submissive.  I might enjoy pounding your ass later, but we'll see.  Maybe our guest will pound your ass for me."

I was silent as I enjoyed her touch.  She was reaching farther inside me and opening me, perhaps for something larger.  

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You did a very nice job, shaving."

She began stroking my cock, and it immediately hardened.

"Thank you, Mistress."

As she stroked my cock with one hand and entered me with her fingers, I began to squirm.

"Don't you dare cum," she said.  We're going to save up all of that for later.  Now, open that drawer."

As she continued to molest me, I opened up the drawer inside the island.  Four or five dildos with the brand name - STRAP-ON ENTERPRISES - lie in front of me.

"Well, which one do you prefer?"

I admired our fine products, and decided that the black one - Maximus - was my favorite.  I reached for it and handed it to Mistress.

"Don't give me that thing.  Suck it, you little bitch."

I placed the black cock on the island in front of me as I stooped over accepting her assault.  I bobbed up and down like the strap-on lover I had become.

"That's it, suck it!  Get it good and wet because it's going in your ass."

I bobbed up and down trying to coat it with as much saliva as I could.

"That's enough.  Give me that thing."

Mistress jerked Maximus away from me and without hesitation pried it into my ring.  With so much oil and saliva, it still met some friction going in.  Suddenly, I heard and felt the "Pop!"

Maximus was deep inside my ass.  It filled me to almost tears, but it felt so good all at the same time.  Mistress inserted her cock as far as it would go, and then just walked away.

"There.  Now, I want you to keep Maximus good and warm for me.  I'll be using him later.  While I go get ready for my guest, I want you to make dinner for us with my cock in your ass.  Never forget that my cock is in your ass.  I own your ass.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Her powerful gaze melted me.  I wasn't much of a cook, but I began to make the best dinner I could while Mistress escaped to prepare for the evening.

"I'm going to leave you, now.  I have to refresh myself and change into something that my guest will appreciate.  You continue to prepare a meal for us, and don't you dare let me catch you without something filling your ass."

The food on the island was quite a mix of different items - mostly finger foods.  I sliced some fresh vegetables and placed them in a tray with a bowl of white ranch dressing in the center.  I prepared a tray of strawberries with a side dish of warm chocolate for dipping.  I found a dish to pour honey into, which of course, was for the crepes.  I searched the entire kitchen for a meat of some sort to cook, but I found none.  This, apparently, wasn't going to be an ordinary dinner.  I could barely concentrate with Mistress' cock filling my ass.  I wondered how long she would leave it there.  It seemed like hours, but only about thirty minutes had passed.

I began setting the long dining room table.  The room was pannelled with a dark wood which matched the deep brown tone of the long dining table.  Oddly enough, there were only two chairs at the long table - one at each end.  Art work was hung about the room, and the high ceilings gave a royal feeling to the room.

I set two place settings at each end of the table, and I placed the trays in the center of the table.

"Ahh, very good.  You're not useless after all."

Mistress Alexandra appeared in the doorway.  She wore a black top that was cut short at the top to show her flat, well-toned stomach, and her shiny blonde hair flowed to her shoulders.  My eyes couldn't help but notice the straps that peeked over her pantline.  I assumed she was planning on fucking her guest with her favorite strap-on.  Or would it be me who got to enjoy her toy?

The doorbell rang.

"That must be my guest.  Go let her in."

Although I was still naked, I took baby steps to the front door as Maximus was deeply imbedded inside me.  I could hardly walk at a brisk pace.  I opened the door and before me stood Ms. Gere.  She looked amazing.  Her long, curly blond hair flowed to her perfectly curved ass.  She wore a white evening gown and her eyes glistened when she saw me.  What had Mistress done to her?

"Hello, Sam."

"Hello, Ms. Gere."

"Are you enjoying that strap-on cock in your ass?"

"Yes, Ms. Gere."

She strutted past me directly to the dining room.  I watched her body sway as I followed behind her.  Her dress was low cut in the back and her back was very feminine, and she had no bra on.  We entered the dining room.

Mistress Alexandra seemed mildly amused at the sight of us.

"Have a seat...  I'm glad you could join us this evening."

Ms. Gere sat and admired the implicitly sexual appetizers lying on the table.  Mistress Alexandra presenteed two flutes of chilled champagne.

"Do you know what we are missing for our date this evening?"

"Candle light," Ms. Gere replied.

"Yes, that's right... candle light."

Ms. Gere, as if planned, removed a long, wide, cylinder of red wax for their candle light.

"But, Mistress, I don't see a candle holder."

"You don't?  Well, it's as plain as day.  You're such a bimbo sometimes."

Mistress Alexandra motioned for me to come to her.

"On your back, boy.  I want you to rest your legs against the wall, and brace yourself on the floor with your shoulders."

I didn't dare ask for help, but as I slowly crept to the floor, Mistress and Ms. Gere stood over me guiding my legs up against the wall.

"Is this Maximus that you told me about," Ms. Gere asked the Mistress.

"Yes.  Take it out of the candle holder and replace it with your candle."

Ms. Gere tugged on Maximus, and the ring of my ass held on for dear life.

"Ooh, he doesn't want to give up that cock in his ass, Mistress."

"Pull harder."

Ms. Gere tugged at the buried cock with both hands, and my glans were forced to surrender.  A huge sucking sound exploded from gaping hole.  My ass was empty, Mistress' cock removed.  Ms. Gere easily placed the large red candle firmly into my ass while Mistress Alexandra struck a match and lit the wic.

"There we go.  One nice, manly candle holder.  The best kind, don't you think" queried the Mistress.

"Yes, I do."

Ms. Gere rubbed her hands over my shaved regions and began stroking my cock.  I immediately responded to her touch.  My penis began growing downward toward my face, and I could see that the candle was going to be dripping down my cock, burning as I enjoyed the pain.

"Not yet," demanded the Mistress.  "He doesn't deserve your attention, yet."

Mistress Alexandra unzipped her pants, and they fell to the floor.  Just as I had thought, she wore a strap-on harness and nothing more.

"Return Maximus to his rightful owner, bimbo."

Ms. Gere looked at the Mistress and obeyed.

"On your knees, bitch."

Ms. Gere crouched to her knees, and placed Maximus in Mistress' harness.

"That's it.  Now, I think you should suck it...  You've been wanting to take my cock for weeks now...  I don't care that you taste his ass on it...  Suck it, now!"

Ms. Gere hesitated.

"Do what I tell you, or I swear to God I'll have him cum in your mouth again."

Ms. Gere began deep throating the Mistress.

"Are you watching this, Candle holder?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Ms. Gere was kneeling beside me as she took in Maximus.  I noticed the flame beginning to melt the wax.  I couldn't see the top of the candle, but I could only imagine the burning hot wax that was pooling on the top of the candle - soon to overflow.

"Lift that dress up, slut."

As Ms. Gere serviced the Mistress' phallus, she hoisted her her dress up revealing her perfect ass.  She had been tanning, and you could see the outline of her thong on her bare ass and browned ass cheeks.

"Prepare her ass for my cock, Candle Holder."

Ms. Gere postioned her pussy and ass over my face so that I could service her.

"I didn't tell you to stop, whore," the Mistress said sternly as she forced Ms. Gere's face back onto her manhood.

"Mmm, hmm," the Mistress said pleasingly.  "Two little fuck puppets."

I licked anxiously at Ms. Gere's hole while Ms. Gere bobbed up and down on the Mistress' cock.  

SLURP, SLURP, SLURP!

Ms. Gere was drenched in my saliva, and Maximus was drenched with Ms. Gere's saliva.  Ms. Gere began to enjoy smothering my face with her ass, and tightly forced herself onto my tongue.  It was at that moment that I felt the first drip of the candle onto my ball sac.  I yelled into her cavern as I slurped it up.

"Feel that hot cum on your balls, boy?  You're a little cum lover, aren't you?"  the Mistress queried.
"Answer me!"

I answered "yes," but my sound was muffled by Ms. Gere's anus.  More wax began to drip.

"Aaahhhhhhhh."

My body writhed as the wax poured over my balls so hot and then so cool as it dried.  I never knew when to anticipate the volcanic feeling of the wax  dripping onto my sac.

"That is so sexy, cum lover.  Soon that cum is going to drip off of your sweet balls onto your hard cock.  I can hardly wait to see you writhe around while it drips down your shaft."  

Mistress Alexandra was working me into a frenzy, and I couldn't move as Ms. Gere forced her sex into my face.

The wax began to roll off of my balls, and I could feel it slowly coating my cock.

"Aaaaaarrgghhhhh!" I screamed.

"Yes!" Ms. Gere mumbled as she sucked vigorously.
"Yes... mmmm... mmm..."

She moved her ass and clit across my tongue like an automatic fuck machine.  Without permission, Ms. Gere removed her mouth from Mistress Alexandra's cock, and begged:

"Please fuck me, Mistress...  I have to have you in me, now!  Please!  Please fuck, me hard."

"Get that dress off, and get on the table, bitch!"

Ms. Gere immediately removed herself from my face, and got on all fours in front of the food.  Finally, I could see the lava that was hardening on my cock.  Red striations of hot wax had almost consumed my cock.  I could see the flame continuing to burn and force the dripping down onto me.  My cock was perfectly rigid aimed right at my bitch mouth.  My own cum was bubbling inside my scrotum, and I wondered if Mistress would allow release.  She blew out the candle just before she turned and entered Ms. Gere with Maximus.

I remained in place knowing that there would be no more wax.  From my awkward vantage point, I could only see Mistress Alexandra's ass furiously pumping Ms. Gere full of cock, and I could only hear Ms. Gere begging.

"Please, don't stop!"

"Do you like your Mistress' cock, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress.  Just keep fucking me, please...  I need your cock so bad...  ahh, ahh, yes!"

I could see the flaps on Mistress' harness spanking against her perfect cheeks as she slammed her strap-on into Ms. Gere.  I wondered if I may ever get to taste the Mistress' ass.

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM

"Aaaaaaahhhhh," Ms. Gere painfully cried, "I love it...  I need it... please don't stop!"

"Shut up, whore.  I'll fuck you when ever and where ever I want..."

Mistress Alexandra removed Maximus from Ms. Gere's sopping wet pussy, and then slid it slowly into her ass.

"Do you want this cock deep in your ass?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"How deep, slut?"

"All the way in, please."

"Well, you're not going to get any of it unless you answer truthfully...  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Mistress Alexandra slid the head of her cock inside Ms. Gere's ass.

"Did you like the last time I fucked you?"

"Aaaaagh, yes, Mistress, of course."

Mistress Alexandra slipped a little more cock into her.

"Did you like it when I made him cum in your mouth?"

"No, Mistress."

Mistress Alexandra pulled her cock completely out.

"What?"

"I don't like men's cum, Mistress."

"You little whore, that's not "his" cum.  That is my cum...  When I demand someone to cum in your mouth, it is my cum.  I own his cum.  Do you not like my cum, fuckmeat?"

"Yes, Mistress... I love your cum."

Mistress re-entered Ms. Gere with the head of her cock.

"Are you going to accept my cum into your whore mouth when I command?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Mistress inserted more length inside her tight ass.

"Good girl."

SLAM

"Aarhhh."

SLAM

"Oh, please Mistress Alexandra, fuck my ass!"

SLAM

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

SLAM

"Are you going to accept "MY" cum in your trash mouth?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Say it."

"I'm going to take your cum whenever you say."

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM

Mistress Alexandra placed both hands on Ms. Gere's shoulders to control her bucking as she forcefully pounded Ms. Gere's ass.  Ms. Gere delighted in getting rammed in her ass.

"May I please cum, Mistress?"

SLAM

"Yes, you fucking whore, but you better scream my name when you do."

SLAM

"Aah...  I'm going to..."

SLAM

"Oh, yes... oh, yes...  I'm cumming for you...  I'm cumming for you Mistress Alexandra, oh Mistress...  Fuck me, Mistress Alexandra."

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM

I was about cum myself as our erotic adventure continued to transpire.  As Ms. Gere came loudly for Mistress Alexandra, Mistress Alexandra slowly exited Ms. Gere's ass.  She stood over me and crouched down over my face as Maximus pointed downward into my face.




Strap-On Enterprises Ch. 03.5



"Taste her ass, Candle Holder...  Taste the ass that I just fucked."

I licked ferociously on Maximus as Mistress Alexandra removed the candle from my aching ass.

"Now, I have a gift for you, Ms. Gere."  Mistress Alexandra addressed her by her name for the first time.

"Since your employee released my cum into your mouth last time against your wishes, you may release my cum into his...  would you like that, Ms. Gere?"

"Indeed, I would.  He's a pathetic worm, cumming in my mouth and he needs to see how it feels or should I say, taste how it feels."

"Don't you dare cum until I say so, worm.  You got that" Mistress inquired.

Mistress removed Maximus from my mouth so that I could answer.  She undid her harness and dropped Maximus to the floor with a loud THUD.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded.

Mistress Alexandra produced her riding crop and snapped it at my wax-laden cock.  A chip of hardened red wax flew off of my cock as she struck my stiff member.  Again and again, she struck at my cock with her crop removing pieces of wax.  The pain of her leather striking my meat stung, but I knew a greater reward awaited.

"Ow!"

"You love it, bitchmeat."

Ms. Gere stood over me with her lean, sweaty, well-fucked body.  She grabbed my cock with both hands, and began milking me.  She aimed my cock at my face with one hand as she stroked hard with the other.

"Do you want your Mistress' cum, boy?"

"Yes, Ms. Gere."

"Do you want to taste it?"

"Yes, Ms. Gere."

Ms. Gere jacked and jacked and jacked.  I was having so much trouble holding the cum back.  I looked straight upward and I could see my small opening becoming bigger.  The pre-cum dripped down on my chin.

"Here it comes, boy.  Tell me you want Mistress' cum in your mouth."

"I want Mistress Alexandra's cum in my mouth, Ms. Gere."

"I know you do, you cum slut...  Beg me to let you cum."

"Please, Ms. Gere.   Please let me cum."

"Open your pussy mouth, bitch."

I opened wide to accept the Mistress and Ms. Gere's gift.  My white hot liquid began streaming out of my cock straight into my mouth.  I had so much cum, and was so excited.

"Don't you dare swallow it," Mistress Alexandra demanded.

I kept my receptacle open as the cum oozed into my mouth.  It was an amazing amount of cum, and my mouth was almost full.  I could only imagine the view of my face from their vantage point - leaky splothces of white cum dotting my face with one great center of white hot, pooled cum in my mouth.  Ms. Gere continued milking me until I was depeleted.  She had a devilish grin as the overflow began to dribble down my cheeks.

"Don't swallow it, boy."

As my cock could cum no more, Mistres Alexandra was now sitting on the table pouring honey over her beautiful bald pussy.  

"You haven't had your dinner yet, Ms. Gere...  It would be a shame to come all this way and not eat."

As the Mistress sat spread-eagle on the table, Ms. Gere returned to her knees and began to lick the honey from Mistress Alexandra's sacred sex.

"Lick it!"

Ms. Gere licked and licked.

"That's it, cunt.  Make me cum."

Ms. Gere sucked the Mistress' clit and lathered her pussy with saliva.

"That's it, whore.  You're going to make me cum if you keep licking me like that."

This only encouraged Ms. Gere more.

"Fuck, yeah...  you're a good cunt licker... get up."

Ms. Gere got up, and Mistress Alexandra lowered her pussy to my mouth and began riding my face.

I licked through the pool of cum in my mouth as the cum dribbled down the back of my throat.  Mistress rode my face, enjoying my tongue between each of her crevices.  

"Swallow my cum, fuckpuppet...  I'm going to cum in your mouth, bitch!"

Mistress Alexandra erupted into shouts and screams that I had never heard from a woman.  Her thighs locked tightly around my head as her pussy clasp onto my mouth - my nose buried in her ass.

"Swallow it!  Swallow it, damn you!  I'm cumming!, Yeah!  Yeah!  Yeah!  Fucking lick it, worm!  Yeah!  God damn!"

A wave of cum gushed down my throat, and I wasn't sure if it was mine or hers.  I accepted it all as she orgasmed.

"What do you have to say, worm" Mistress Alexandra inquired as she stepped off of me.

"Thank you, Mistress.  Thank you."

"Good.  Now, Ms. Gere, I'd say you are both even.  Now, back to work for you both."

Ms. Gere helped me up and smiled at me for the first time in many weeks.  She kissed me on the cheek and held my hand as we stood in the vast dining room.

"Now, have dinner and get out!" Mistress Alexandra commanded as she disappeared for the evening.

Ms. Gere and I sat together at the table and laughed.  

"Sam, I have a buisness trip next week, and I want you to go with me."

"Of course, Ms. Gere.  Anything for Strap-On Enterprises."



Strap-On Enterprises Ch. 04



I woke up in my hotel bed at 5:30pm Hong Kong time. I was so disoriented with regards to time, which probably lent to my vulnerability. Ms. Gere was knocking fiercely on my door. I let her in.

"Damn, Sam! You're not even ready yet? Come on, get ready. We have a very important business meeting in an hour."

I jumped into the shower as Ms. Gere plundered through my suitcase. What was she looking for? We had travelled almost an entire day and a half to travel to Hong Kong for our business meeting.

As I dried off, Ms. Gere approached me with my clothes.

"Here, wear this."

Ms. Gere had chosen my freshly pressed black dress shirt and black dress pants. As I put them on, she handed me a black thong.

"Here, don't forget this," she said. "Ms. Liu gave specific instructions."

"Ms. Liu," I queried.

"Yes, Ms. Liu is one of our best customers. She is very interested in our new product, and more importantly, she is paying us quite a bit for a product demonstration."

Ms. Gere was now planning to pimp me it seemed. I fully dressed, and as we walked out the door, Ms. Gere placed a black leather choker around my neck. I had never worn one and wondered how it would look on me in public.

As we set out onto the evening Hong Kong street, I waved down a cab. Once inside the taxi, Ms. Gere removed a long black leash from her purse.

"Here, I need to attach this to your choker."

I didn't argue. I had no choice. I was in a country where I knew no one (except Ms. Gere), and I couldn't speak the language. Objections were meaningless.

Soon, we approached a large skyscraper and stopped just outside. I retreated from the cab, and Ms. Gere held the leash tightly in her hand as she exited. I followed behind her as she led me to the lobby. Many Asian people were milling about and looked at me and Ms. Gere with disdain. I was quite embarassed to be led around on a leash, but this beautiful woman was my fantasy. I would do anything for her.

Ms. Gere approached the front desk with me close behind. She asked the desk clerk something in Chinese. I had no idea what they were saying. Ms. Gere smiled approvingly and led me to the elevator.

As we ascended, Ms. Gere said, "Whatever happens to you tonight, I expect you back in the states in the office first thing Monday morning."

I was very curious as to what was going to happen to me over the short weekend. It was only Friday night. The elevator doors opened, and we were greeted by a slender, Chinese girl who spoke Chinese to Ms.Gere.

From their conversation, I could tell that this young girl was very submissive and made to serve. She led us to a small ampi-theater which had windows to the Hong Kong skyline. Most curious was the pole in the middle of the stage. It looked like a private performance space for about twenty people.

Ms. Gere and I walked down the steps toward the stage. Ms. Gere retrieved a set of handcuffs and fastened my arms behind me onto the pole. I faced the empty auditorium unable to get loose. I wanted to admire the beautiful cityscape behind me, but I dared not look away from Ms. Gere.

Ms. Gere and the young girl left and turned the lights out as I stood against the pole helpless. I stood there in darkness for what seemed to be a half an hour. Suddenly, I saw a dim light coming from a room at the back of the auditorium. I could see Ms. Gere and a beautiful Asian woman. I assumed this regal lady was the one and only, Ms. Liu. They looked at me and pointed and laughed, but I couldn't hear what they were saying inside the glass booth.

Ms. Liu began playing with a lightboard, and a single blue light showered down upon me. Then a white ray of light slowly rose upon me. The white light from above was hot on my skin, and I soon began to sweat. The lights obstructed my view of the booth, but I could faintly see Ms. Gere holding up a large, solid white dildo. Ms. Liu smiled approvingly and sat up on a tall chair sliding her skirt to one side. Ms. Gere disappeared from my view as she got on her knees. I could see the golden, curly locks of her hair disappear under Ms. Liu's skirt. Ms. Liu smiled in satisfaction. Ms. Liu hoisted her leg onto the lightboard and unintentionally kicked the sound button.

"Oh, suck it... Suck it, you little bitch."

I could hear Ms. Gere slurping up Ms. Liu's cunt. The speaker system in the auditorium was outstanding. In fact, all of the sexual noises coming from the booth were exponentially louder than normal.

"Yeah, you fucking little American cunt licker. Lick my clit soft... yeah, that's it... You love my Chinese pussy, don't you, whore... I said, don't you whore?"

Ms. Gere lifted her head up, "Yes, Ms. Liu."

"Good, now get back to work... Mmm, that's right, right there is good... Ooh, I can tell you've done this before."

Ms. Gere lifted her head up again, and with a less submissive attitude, she replied, "Oh, yeah, bitch, I've done this lots of times before."

Ms. Gere stood up between Ms. Liu's outstretched legs. Ms. Liu tried to rise from her reclining position, but Ms. Gere pushed her back into place.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch... I'm not through with you."

"Oh, you think you're going to fuck me, huh?"

"There's no thinking about it, bitch... I didn't lick your little Chinese box just to please you... I'm going to fuck your little pussy hard with my big, white American cock!"

Ms. Gere had her white strap-on ready to go. Ms. Gere removed her skirt to reveal her bulbous, snow-white member.

Ms. Liu queried excitingly, "You think you can fuck me with that?"

"You're about to find out."

"Come on and fuck me... Fuck me hard."

Ms. Gere slipped her cock inside Ms. Liu. My cock was almost ripping my pants it was so hard.

"Ooh... Ooh... Ooh!"

"You like that, cunt?"

"Yes, give me more."

Ms. Gere pumped Ms. Liu faster. As Ms. Liu yelled, I could barely see her as the glass booth filled with hot, sexual condensation. I wanted to break free and enter the booth so bad, but the handcuffs would not allow. Finally, I saw Ms. Liu's hands on the glass. I could only imagine her bent over the lightboard as Ms. Gere furiously pounded her pussy from behind.

"Is that the best you can fuck? Put it in my ass... Yes, that's it."

Ms. Liu's hands bounced on and off the glass, and I even saw her face pressed against the glass a few times. I knew that Ms. Gere liked to pull one's hair from behind while she overtook their ass. Now, Ms. Gere was pressing Ms. Liu's face into the glass.

"Oh, God... Don't stop fucking me... I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm going to... Aaaaagghhhhhh! Oh, YES! Fuck me, bitch... Just fuck me."

Ms. Liu was cumming as her naked body was pressed against the glass. All I could see was her naked flesh blending in with the condensation on the glass. Finally, Ms. Liu dropped to the floor from exhaustion, and I could see Ms. Gere standing over her with her white cock pointed down.

"Lick that sweet and sour juice off of my cock, bitch!"

Ms. Liu obliged.

I was almost ready to come from the excitement when I saw two doors open on either side of the lightbooth. They were doors to the outside. Two, tall, slender Chinese women with perfect bodies and jet black hair stood in the doorways. One had a riding crop and a mask of some sort while the other carried a large velvet bag and a whip. As they approached, I noticed that a group of strange people, both men and women were filtering into the ampi-theater. I inspected the mask as the one Chinese lady came toward me. It was an ornate horse mask. And the whip, why it was no whip at all. It was a large anal plug with what looked like a horse's tail fastened to its end. Oh, my god! Were these two women sent to train me in public?

As the theater continued to fill, the ladies approached me. Both were dressed identical - glossy, black, thigh-high boots, elbow gloves to match, and corsets that accentuated their bosoms. In addition, they both wore black thong underwear, but the most sexy thing they wore were their glossy, black policemen hats. They were in full control of the audience and me.

I was helpless. One of the women cracked her riding crop across my crotch. I was scared shitless. The other woman kneeled at my crotch and unzipped my pants. She reached inside and pulled my cock out, exposing it to the show goers. Once exposed, she stood up and tapped my erect penis with her riding crop.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. Tonight, you are going to observe the making of a ponyboy. This American is a salesman with Strap-On Enterprises, and he has come here to present his new product for our honorable host, Ms. Liu."

The audience members clapped. What the hell was this?

The taller Chinese lady commanded the shorter one.

"You can begin, Li."

"Yes, Mayee," she responded.

Li, was the shorter one, and she unbuckled my belt and violently pulled my pants down to the floor. My crotch was protruding with excitement when suddenly, Mayee, the taller one, ripped my shirt open.

"Hey, you've ruined my shirt," I said abruptly.

Those words were met with an even more abrupt slap to the face by Mayee.

"You don't speak at all. Ponyboys do not speak."

She slapped me in the face again; her message was clear. While this brief altercation took place, I hadn't noticed that Li had now uncuffed me. She removed all of my clothes except for my thong and collar.

"Turn around, pony."

I faced the pole and finally got to observe the Hong Kong cityscape. I briefly remember its beauty. 

"Bend!" Mayee commanded.

I held the pole with both hands as I bent my ass upward into the air.

Mayee placed her fingers underneath the thong that outlined my ass. She pulled at it violently to one side, which exposed my asshole to the small crowd. Li immediately pulled my cheeks apart for Mayee. Mayee held my outstretched thong with her right hand as she began slapping my hole with her riding crop in the left. Each slap of her leather on my asshole made me sway and buck.

"Look at this wild animal. He must be tamed."

THWACK!

Mayee repeatedly struck my anus. I had never felt that sensation. The more I bucked, the harder she hit. Finally, she relented, and Li let go of my cheeks.

Li reached into her velvet bag and removed a string of anal beads, which were white and just smaller than a string of golf balls. She also removed a bottle of lubricant. Li began pouring the lubricant into the crack of my ass, and it dribbled down across my stinging hole and dropped to the floor. Mayee held the beads up for the audience to see, and then she began to insert the first one inside me. My ass resisted at first.

"Do I need to spank your ass again, ponyboy?"

Mayee ripped my thong from my body with brute force. Everyone in the theater could here it snap. Then she swung at my ass cheek with the full brunt of her palm. 

SPANK!

She surely must have left a palm print on my lilly white ass. With my ass well-lubricated, Li got on her knees and pushed the first large bead deep inside me. I bucked a little bit as my ass tried to resist, but Li forced the white bead inside. My ass swallowed it up as I clutched the pole with all my strength. Li let the remaining beads swing from my ass and swung them like a pendulum for the audience.

SPANK! SPANK!

"The bidding for this thoroughbred will begin shortly," Mayee pronounced to the audience.

The bidding? Was I being auctioned off? I felt the next bead being pushed in. My hole welcomed the second bead as my ass loved being dominated. I wanted anything the two Chinese women could give me. Li pushed a third large bead inside of me, and I was beginning to feel my insides gasping in shock. My sphincter was filled with their chain of command. My insides burned, and finally, Li pushed the fourth and final bead inside me. I bent my knees to adjust to being filled, and tears came to my eyes as I felt the joy and pain.

"There now. Turn around."

I turned around facing the audience. Li immediately pulled my underwear to the fllor.

"Look at that erection! This is a full-blooded, American male pony. Shall we start the bidding at $3,000?"

"Three thousand," I heard from the audience.

"Very nice," Mayee exclaimed.

Mayee then rared back her riding crop and slapped the head of my penis.

THWACK!

"Li, will you do the honors?"

Li, still on her knees, wrapped her beautiful lips around the head of my cock and began sucking me.

"Can I hear a higher bid?"

"4,500!"

"Five."

Li's wet mouth felt so wonderful. She stopped abruptly, and the shaft of my cock was met with another strike from Mayee's riding crop.

"Aaagghhhh!" I yelled.

"52 hundred!"

Li sucked me again. She had now built up a steady rhythm. On and off, on and off, deep throating me. She pulled off, and Mayee traced my ball sac with her crop then lightly tapped them.

"55," I heard a male voice in the audience. It was the first time I had heard a male voice and it made me extremely nervous that a man was bidding on me. All of the other voices had been women.

Li continued her sucking, and I could feel my cum ready to erupt. Li began jacking my cock as she could sense my orgasm. 

JACK, JACK, JACK, JACK...

"Aaaaaaghhhhh!"

"This pony is about to cum for us, ladies and gentleman... Li, please ensure that there is no mess."

Li crawled beneath me and pulled my stiff cock down hard into her mouth, her nose nudging against the anal beads that filled my ass. She sucked me and jacked me quickly, and I could hold it no longer. I screamed uncontrollably while my hot juice filled the inside of Li's mouth. The nerve endings on my cock head could feel her mouth swallowing my hot cum. As I screamed in ecstacy, she slowly began pulling the anal beads from my ass.

"Oh, fuck!" I screamed.

I had absolutely no control, and my knees were shaking as I stood back against the pole.

"Watch him cum, ladies and gentleman. Watch as the beads empty his bowels so that his ass begs to be filled once again... Do you want to be filled, ponyboy?"

I could barely pay attention to what Mayee was telling the crowd.

"Ten thousand!" a female voice announced.

Li pulled two beads from my ass, and the sound of suction reverberated throughout the entire theater. Suddenly, I felt the crack of the riding crop on my chest. Mayee approached and twisted my left nipple.

"I said, do you want to be filled, ponyboy?"

"Yes," I whispered as I breathed heavily. The third bead was pulled from me, and then the last one. My knees buckled from exhaustion, and I dropped to the ground with Li on all fours. Li immediately placed the horse mask on my head.

"Twelve thousand!"

Mayee placed a black, leather saddle on my back and Li fastened it underneath my abdomen.

"13,000."

"And now," Mayee said, "We will complete the body of this American breed." Ms. Liu emerged from the audience and approached the stage. She sat regally on my back as Mayee and Li inserted the anal plug with the horsetail into my waiting ass. 

There I was, a ponyboy for the world. Ms. Liu placed a bit in my mouth, and my face was now hidden by the ornate horse mask. Ms. Liu attached reigns to the bit and pulled back. Naturally, my head bucked backwards. Ms. Liu had complete control of her pony. Mayee slapped me hard across my ass with the riding crop.

"Gidyeeup, horsie!"

Ms. Liu pulled the reigns and I began to crawl.

"$15,000!"

"Stop," Ms. Liu commanded. "Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to thank you for attending tonight.

She ran her fingers through my long blonde tail.

"This an exquisite piece of ass, which travelled all the way across the Pacific Ocean to be here with us. Who among you will pay $25,000 to ride this pony here tonight, this American male buck? Not only will you ride him, but he will become your ponyboy exclusively. Along with this ponyboy, you will also receive this new, top-of-the-line Rider - the latest product from Strap-On Enterprises. You see, as CEO of Strap-On Enterprises, I want the public to have only the finest quality strap-on dildoes. The Rider is a sleek, white dildo that will fit any ponyboys ass perfectly. Who wants to come up here and fuck him tonight?"

Ms. Liu was the CEO of Strap-On Enterprises. She was selling me with a dildo. My time at Strap-On Enterprises had reached a most peculiar end.

"25,000" I heard from the audience. The crowd clapped, and I heard footsteps approaching. 

"Very good," Ms. Liu said. "You are now the sole owner of this pony. You have exclsuive rights to him, and you may take him from here and do whatever you want to him. He is no longer the property of Strap-On Enterprises... and here is The Rider... Fuck him with it now, and the deal will be complete."

I felt my tail being removed, yet I could not see behind me. As Ms. Liu stood up, I felt two hands grab my hips. My ass felt a new intruder probing around for is fuckplace. And then it happened. I felt The Rider begin to slowly fill my ass. It was exquisite. I could only imagine the large white cock slowly skewering my ass. 

The stranger's hands squeeze my ass cheeks as she fucked me before the audience. Her nails raked over my shank,and she pulled fiercely on my reigns. She was now pumping me full of her cock. I was bucking as she broke my ring muscle and went deeper. I was being tamed by my new owner. The crowd watched on as she kept pace. She slapped my ass vigorously. I looked up, but all I could see was Ms. Liu and Mayee standing against a wall observing my new owner.

"AAAAgghhhhh!" I yelled.

My master pulled harder and impaled harder.

My ass swallowed her cock, and I began to push back to meet her sex. I was now a fuck machine, the perfect ponyboy. Without even touching my cock, I began to cum on the floor. The white sex oozed from me onto the stage floor. I had never cum without touching my cock; and it was then that I knew that I had just obtained the perfect owner.

When I completed my explosion all over the floor, Ms. Liu snapped her fingers and motioned for Mayee and Li to join me on the floor. 

"Lick it up, girls."

My owner pushed me off of her cock and approached Ms. Liu. Mayee and Li lapped up my cum from the stage floor. I kneeled on all fours barely escaping exhaustion.

"Thank you, Ms. Liu," a familiar voice said. "I will take my pony boy now."

I looked up to see her face, and at that very moment, I felt my leash tighten. I crawled, following the leash, as Mistress Alexandra led me away. I was hers, now.