The X-Factor

A PERVERSE REUNION

I've known David since I was a teenager although it's been a very long time since I've heard from him and even longer since I've seen him. He was my brother's best friend growing up and used to visit so often he became like a second brother to me. That being the case I never had any desires for him and presumably he never had any for me. Anyway, he got in touch recently to let me know he recently caught up with Helen, another old friend from my youth. David and Helen are both now married (not to each other) and coincidence of coincidences, they both had plans to be in town this weekend. It felt like the perfect opportunity to do two things.

The first was simple and straightforward; for the three of us to catch up over lunch and reminisce about old times. The second opportunity was for me to do something my Master has often said he'd enjoy very much and that is for me to be with my vanilla friends while wearing a butt-plug for him. I had hoped to chat with Master this morning to discuss the details but unfortunately missed him online. Nevertheless, I already had something in mind that I felt sure would be pleasing to him.

I made the lunch reservations at a small restaurant in the city, chosen not just because I've been there quite a number of times but because of its close proximity to an adult toy store. There was something special I wanted to get from the toy store; something that would forever after serve as a reminder of this thrilling day.

I arrived at the sex toy store half an hour before the scheduled lunch with David and Helen. It's a very large store with a huge selection of every toy imaginable and it was busy with people browsing the shelves, including a small group of young men who appeared to be shopping for novelty toys to take to a bachelor's party. I kept my head down and quickly walked past them toward the shelves of dildos and insertables. As I searched for what I was looking for, the group of young men drew nearer. They were picking up things, laughing and making lewd gestures to each other with them.

Finally, and with a mixed sense of relief and dizzying anxiety, I picked up the special butt-plug I'd been searching for. It's about seven inches in length in total with about six insertable inches of its thick girth. It felt heavy in my hand and its molded cock-shape was obscenely realistic to look at. But what made it extra-special was its color. The shaft was a dark chocolate color, the tip a dusky pinkish caramel and it was roughly contoured with thick imitation veins and texture that made it look incredibly like a real black man's cock.

I ignored the smirks and whispered comments from the group of young men as I made my hasty retreat to the counter to pay for the big, black cock. By the time I exited back out onto the street with the dildo safely hidden away in my handbag, my heart was pounding rapidly in my chest and my face and ears burned with blushing embarrassment. Furthermore, when I stepped out on to the sidewalk, I felt a sense of dread that my friends might happen to walk past and see me right at that moment. They didn't, and I walked as quickly as my high heels would allow down the street to the restaurant.

The waitress who greeted me happily checked off my name; I was early and the first to arrive, which is what I wanted. She also confirmed the table I'd requested in the dimly lit, more intimate basement level of the restaurant was ready and that she'd direct David and Helen down to it when they arrived. It gave me about ten minutes to slip into the bathroom and insert the big, black cock into my ass.

I found an empty cubicle in the bathroom, locked the door and began getting organized to insert the black cock into my ass. The first thing I did was to slip off my dress. I wasn't wearing anything under it and the cool air on my bare skin made me tingle all over. It was a struggle to get a condom onto it but eventually I had it all lubed and ready. Then I bent over, reached behind with the large, heavy cock and tentatively pressed the tip into the crater of my anus. It took several minutes to relax enough so that the tip and first inch or so penetrated me.

I imagined Master and the anonymous black man behind me. The thought was very arousing and I played with my clit whilst pushing more of the black cock into my ass. �Oh my God, he's so big!� I whispered to myself as I simulated a slow, steady fucking my the black man. Each time I thrust a little more in, I gasped and bit my lower lip with my teeth. When my sphincter muscles finally slipped tight around the tapered base, I immediately stood bolt-upright and almost squealed out loud.

It took at least another minute before I could catch my breath; the whole while standing there acutely aware of the huge cock filling my ass. I was also aware that my friends might soon arrive and I wanted to get to the table before them so I could avoid any potential embarrassing scenes of agony when I sat down. Every smallest movement now caused me to feel my face screw up a little with a grimace. I slipped my dress back on, packed the lube and condom box back in my handbag and bravely made my way out of the cubicle.

The bathroom mirror reflection of me revealed nothing of the huge cock hidden in my ass, except that my face was flushed a bright shade of red. I paused a moment in front of the mirror to quickly powder the shine from my face and to re-touch my red lipstick. Then, satisfied that all my appearances were in order, I gingerly walked from the bathroom and between the chairs and tables to find my table.

There were no other diners there yet (most sat outside or upstairs on a pleasant, sunny day like today) and no sign of David or Helen either. I placed my handbag on the table and then, after placing both hands on the edge of the table to steady myself, gently lowered my impaled ass onto the firm seat of the chair. Sitting felt like it pushed even more of the cock into my ass and it was extremely difficult to feel comfortable, unless I sat perfectly still and upright.

It was several more minutes before the waitress descended the stairs and pointed David and Helen to my table. They both smiled brightly as they approached and I smiled back as best I could. A sudden feeling of panic swept through me when I realized I'd have to stand to greet them. Doing so caused the thick shaft to grind in my ass and by butt-cheeks to clench around it.

�Look at you; you haven't changed a bit!� was David's first comment to me. He then stepped up close to me to embrace me in a hug.

Ordinarily I'd have thought nothing of such a hug but his arms around me and the sensations of the huge cock in my ass made it feel surreal. I consciously willed myself to raise my arms and hug David as well but released him again just as quickly as I thought polite. Helen also then stepped close to hug me, completing the perverseness I felt hidden within me.

I found it difficult to concentrate on anything throughout lunch. Whenever David or Helen would direct the conversation at me, I occasionally felt a bizarre urge to confess the true reasons for my being distracted. When the time came to order our meals, I wasn't feeling very hungry either although I managed to eat a small salad.

There was one other highly surreal moment during the conversation that I don't think I'll ever forget. I asked David what his sister was doing these days. It was a perfectly innocent question and I wasn't even especially interested in the answer until he replied. At first he was strangely reluctant to say anything but then he dropped the bombshell: �She's a dominatrix.�

I nearly choked on my drink! Straight away I tried to think if there might be any way she knew what I was doing these days. I couldn't think of any but still I waited breathlessly for David to say something about me. Helen looked stunned but then laughed. Soon David and Helen were laughing about his 'strange' sister and about people who were into sadomasochism generally. I pretended to laugh along all the while feeling as guilty as sin. The sensations of the hugeness of the cock in my ass also stirred my guilty conscience. The conversation thankfully changed to another subject shortly after and it wasn't mentioned again.

We were ready to leave around 2 pm which meant I had to stand. I struggled to my feet and felt my ass begin to throb around the fat black cock. For a moment I almost felt like I was going to faint � a dizziness I explained as being from the wine I had with lunch. David offered to pay the bill and I excused myself to go to the bathroom before we left. Helen did the same and so together we made our way through the tables and chairs to the bathroom; Helen chatting about something-or-other and me doing the best I could to walk steadily with the monstrous cock grinding in my ass.

After locking myself in a cubicle I just stood there for a long while savoring the perverse stimulation in my ass. I also wanted to wait until Helen had gone again before attempting to remove the plug because I didn't want to make any noises that might arouse her curiosity. Eventually, she did leave but not before asking if I was OK. I said I was and she agreed to meet me again back upstairs.

The huge cock took several minutes to extract from my tortured anus, which throbbed painfully for ages after the cock was removed. Even now, many hours later, the tiniest bit of tensing of my stomach muscles causes my anus to pucker and tingle with the lingering sensations of its torture.

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