Georgie's Road - Sex Stories

Georgie's Road

... at me and held them out.

'Put these on,' she said.

They were her clothes.

I was excited. We had never done this before; we had always been rather upside-down, sexually speaking, but we'd never so completely swapped roles.

I put the thong on, managing to contain my cock and balls inside it, then I pulled the shorts up my legs--they were quite tight over my hips--and pulled the shirt over my head.

'You look good enough to eat,' she said, and took my hand.

She pulled me out of the bathroom into the hallway and pushed me against the wall, then leaned into me and kissed me, grinding her hips into mine. I could feel the outline of the strap-on inside her jeans.

'You gonna be my bitch,' she said in a low voice.

'Yes,' I said, my voice an octave higher than normal. I couldn't help it, it just seemed natural to go all femme on her.

'Good little slut,' she breathed, and kissed me again. Her hands went inside my shirt and shorts and she stroked me. I was trembling.

'I'm videoing this,' she panted into my ear. 'I want it on record. I may even make it public.'

'Oh god,' I whimpered.

'Girl uses her man as her slut,' she said. 'Let's see if we can't monetise it.'

'Seriously?'

'I haven't decided yet,' Georgie said. 'It depends on how well you perform.'

'O-okay,' I stammered.

'God, I want to take you,' she gasped, and she turned me around to face the wall, reached down and pulled the t-shirt up, then left it there, trapping my arms high, ...

... covering my face.

'Ohh!' I moaned.

'You ready to be my bitch, little boy,' she growled, and she yanked down my shorts over my ass.

'Please,' I whimpered, 'no.'

'You ready to take me like a man?'

'No, please!'

She pulled down the thong and slid the shorts down further, exposing me in front and behind. I felt her fumbling with the fly of her jeans, and then the strap-on was pushing between my buttocks.

'Oh god, please!' I moaned.

She reached up and pulled the t-shirt off my head, then she slipped a mask over my eyes.

'What are you doing!' I panted.

'I don't want to hear you say "No" anymore,' Georgie snarled, and a ball gag was strapped into my mouth. Then she pulled my wrists behind me and cuffs were clicked onto them.

'MMMMFFF!' I squealed, and she pushed with her hips, and the strap-on pressed at my anus.

'Take me,' she panted, 'you dirty little cunt,' and she leaned her hips in.

I squealed again as the lubed tip of the dildo pushed into my anus and Georgie penetrated me. I felt the shorts and thong sliding down my legs. I was naked, blindfolded, gagged and cuffed, and my girlfriend was sodomising me, standing up in the hallway of my flat.

I made high-pitched, rhythmic, muffled squeals as she pumped into my asshole.

It was intense: more violent, less tender, more humiliating than ever before. But I loved feeling Georgie master me, dominate me, use me as a toy.

My cock jiggled as she pounded her hips into my ass, and my squeals became ...