Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... change and handing him the little bag with his item and receipt.

“Run along now sissy!”

He didn't need any encouragement. Darius was already headed for the door. His heels clacked on the tile and his maid costume ruffled around his tense, sweaty body as she called after him.

“ENJOY THAT RUBBER DICK!”

The women broke into raucous laughter yet again. He only had to listen to it for a few seconds before stepping onto the street.

* * * * *

Darius hurried back into the condo and headed straight for their bedroom. He didn't want Heather to suffer another minute. As he moved down the hallway and turned into their room, a surprise awaited him. There was Heather, waiting for him with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. The fat, peach-toned monster length of Moby Dick hung from her thick, leather strap-on harness.

“Hey Pookie.”

“Baby! I got the Tylenol” he said, holding up the bag.

“Oh, I found some in my purse. Remembered I had a backup right after you left.” Her smile curled into a much more sinister grin.

Darius set the bag and his wallet on the end table. He couldn't believe he'd gone through that for nothing. But it wasn't for nothing, was it? This was the next step that his dominant girlfriend had planned. This was part of his evolution. This was what he'd signed up for. What he kept putting up with. What he seemed to enjoy, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Kneel on the bed. Face down, ass up! Back up right to the edge! Do it ...

... NOW, Dana!”

Something was different this time. It wasn't just her commands or the use of his female name. Perhaps his public humiliation had put him in a different mental state. He eagerly moved to comply.

His asshole twitched in the frilly lingerie. He felt a throb of lust start there and pass through his entire body; a ripple of electric anticipation. For the first time ever, Darius realized with crystal clarity that he enjoyed submitting. Even more while dressed as a woman. He wanted that big white cock in his hungry black pucker.

Sure, he'd said the words before, in the throes of passion when Heather demanded it, but he'd never really believed it about himself until now. She had tapped into something deep within him and stripped away the silly pride and fragile ego his true nature had hidden beneath. He could no longer deny his desires. He belonged under his girlfriend's heel and he'd do anything to earn the privilege of being deep-dicked as her slutty maid.

As he got into position, Heather grabbed a bottle of lube and sauntered toward the bed. The massive cock bobbed in front of her, looking more fit to plug a fire hydrant than a human asshole. She leaned over, flipped Darius' dress up and ripped his panties down with no ceremony. His ass now bare and exposed, Heather opened the snap cap and squirted lubricant all over Darius' crack. She repeated the feat on her giant strap-on before closing the bottle and tossing it aside.

Heather stroked the massive dong up ...