Borrowed Story
27-Dec-14 07:17
Cheryl Hart was bored with her mundane, vanilla sex life. Such a satisfying masturbation was a rare occurrence... besides, she needed more than just a release. Marriage left her little more than a cold bed in which to sleep. Cheryl often reminisced about her sexual adventures when she was young... as a teenager and in college. In her imagination, she often relived the escapades she once had with men and women alike. When she lived in a crowded dormitory with a pack of wild teenagers who were just discovering their sexual freedom, Cheryl had an easy outlet for her own voracious appetites. This was two decades in her past. Gabardine and satin replaced denim and flannel; she carried keys to an Astin Martin and a Jaguar, not a rattling old Subaru.
Mrs. Cheryl Hart was now a mature woman with a high salary and innumerable responsibilities. She was affluent, well-known, powerful... and sexually frustrated. Her husband was often away for an entire week, attending conferences, touring industrial facilities for his company, or occupied with the myriads of other business activities. During these absences Cheryl had no other recourse than her dildo collection. Her husband didn't mind; he sometimes watched her masturbate prior to sex. He had a few pornographic DVD's that was his prerequisite to 'get in the mood.' She often resorted to trashy novels for her own mood.
One boring, lonely night, Cheryl was channel surfing and stopped on an HBO sex 'documentary' that depicted a Strap-on Dyke Party. She was never a hard-core Lesbian, just a bi, highly sexual woman... or, more precisely, an under-sexed, working housewife. She was shocked initially... then curiously aroused. The sight of women humping each other's asses and sucking strap-on dildos made Cheryl's pussy gush into her panties. The fingers on one hand were soon working her clitoris and swelling pussy, the other was soon inside her blouse, masturbating the erect nipples on her swelling breasts. She imagined herself on her bed, her ass raised high to receive one of these strap-on cocks by a voluptuous, sweat-soaked dyke with gyrating, pumping hips. Cheryl enjoyed being penetrated, but never associated penetration with Lesbian sex. Her flings with girls in High School and college were her favorite sexual memories, but strap-on dildos were something she had never tried.
Cheryl began craving Lesbian sex, in her office, her conferences with other women, and especially in her bedroom when she was working herself with her dildos. It was a common fantasy of hers to go to bed with another woman but she hadn't done anything like that since her college flings... sweaty sex with hard-up, drunk, insensible bi-curious girls whose mouths tasted of cheap liquor and whose cunts tasted like Vagisil and soiled tampons. Formerly, when Cheryl watched her husband's pornographic videos, she imagined herself as the porn actress... taking a hot blast of cum on her nipples as she tweaked them, or a load in her mouth as she licked her lips. More and more, she fantasized about being with the women in these scenes... kissing their nipples, lapping hot juices from their puffy cunts, or kneading the soft flesh of their firm asses before poking a finger into their hot, narrow rear tunnels. Her husband's DVDs had some Lesbian scenes, but Cheryl wanted to see something like the strap-on sex in the documentary. She wanted to be bounced back and forth on her mattress by a woman's soft, sweet-smelling body, not the smelly, hairy belly and hips of a man.
Cheryl needed to see more... and decided she needed a strap-on dildo for herself. She had never been to an adult store, but decided to try a large adult boutique she had always passed on Route 22. Her dildo collection was mail-order... this preserved her sense of privacy. Cheryl did not have the patience to wait three weeks or more for a delivery... she wanted her strap-on cock now. It took some nerve to go inside, but she was relieved to see another woman shopping there by herself, as well as a male-female couple. Walking through a room filled with sex toys, her embarrassed eye caught a realistic dildo with a leather harness. The image from the documentary passed through her mind and she imagined herself wearing it, or better yet, taking it from another woman. She bought the strap-on dildo for $89.
Her heart was thumping...She dropped the packages on her bed and lay back. Cheryl was getting hot and said to herself, "I'm a nasty whore! Ruin my little pink asshole!" Cheryl was masturbating with her new dildo. The harness was wrapped around her wrist. Cheryl had occasionally stuck a vibrator up her bottom while masturbating, but never a dildo this large... it stayed in her pussy till she came all over her hand. Cheryl felt adventurous, and she was as lecherous as a rutting mare... she sodomized herself with her new strap-on cock. It was painful, especially with the initial insertion... she couldn't imagine how it might feel with the weight and muscle of a woman's body humping it up her rear. Facedown on the bed with that pseudo-cock filling her to the bursting point, she was wracked with powerful, spasmodic orgasms.
The next night she was again by herself and repeated the action. She just couldn't get herself to cum the way she had the night before. The dildo was missing something... a woman attached to it. Cheryl removed her slacks and strapped herself in to the dildo harness, holding the heavy shaft in her hand and flopping it around. She pulled her slacks back on and was barely able to pull up the zipper and fasten the button tab with the strap-on underneath. Looking down, she was aroused by the enormous phallic bulge in her crotch. She buttoned up her suit jacket over it and walked to the floor-length mirror. Cheryl adjusted the collar of her blouse over her jacket, applied an extra coat of deep red ruby lipstick, and slowly undid her clothes as she watched her reflection.
Cheryl stared at the bulge of her strap-on dildo and as she pulled it out of her slacks she imagined it was another woman preparing to fuck her. Cheryl wanted to be roughly taken by another woman. She fantasized being thrown down on a bed in a sleazy motel. An oversexed whore wearing a strap-on reamed her pussy while sucking the tongue out of her mouth. She would then flip her roughly on her belly and ream her ass... then she would make her deep throat it. Cheryl kissed her image in the mirror as the tip of her new cock awkwardly rubbed against the glass.
Cheryl determined it was time to take action... she was determined to fulfill her fantasies. Cheryl realized she couldn't just ask for something like that from any old Lesbian or bi-sexual woman... she maintained friendships with several authentic Lesbians from her corporation and elsewhere... knowing they made love with other women, they occasionally entered her fantasies. To make a request such as "Please tie me up and force me to take your strap-on cock," was not a viable option for a married, high-profile executive. Besides, Lesbians often have vanilla sex lives... most, she knew, are no different than hetero couples, except they prefer relationships with their own kind. They often have boring, vanilla sex lives too. Yet, few women and no man would have passed up a chance to take Cheryl to bed: she was exceptionally attractive, authoritative and very feminine. She exuded sex with an alluring sensuality and a titillating hint of danger.
Mrs. Cheryl Hart was now a mature woman with a high salary and innumerable responsibilities. She was affluent, well-known, powerful... and sexually frustrated. Her husband was often away for an entire week, attending conferences, touring industrial facilities for his company, or occupied with the myriads of other business activities. During these absences Cheryl had no other recourse than her dildo collection. Her husband didn't mind; he sometimes watched her masturbate prior to sex. He had a few pornographic DVD's that was his prerequisite to 'get in the mood.' She often resorted to trashy novels for her own mood.
One boring, lonely night, Cheryl was channel surfing and stopped on an HBO sex 'documentary' that depicted a Strap-on Dyke Party. She was never a hard-core Lesbian, just a bi, highly sexual woman... or, more precisely, an under-sexed, working housewife. She was shocked initially... then curiously aroused. The sight of women humping each other's asses and sucking strap-on dildos made Cheryl's pussy gush into her panties. The fingers on one hand were soon working her clitoris and swelling pussy, the other was soon inside her blouse, masturbating the erect nipples on her swelling breasts. She imagined herself on her bed, her ass raised high to receive one of these strap-on cocks by a voluptuous, sweat-soaked dyke with gyrating, pumping hips. Cheryl enjoyed being penetrated, but never associated penetration with Lesbian sex. Her flings with girls in High School and college were her favorite sexual memories, but strap-on dildos were something she had never tried.
Cheryl began craving Lesbian sex, in her office, her conferences with other women, and especially in her bedroom when she was working herself with her dildos. It was a common fantasy of hers to go to bed with another woman but she hadn't done anything like that since her college flings... sweaty sex with hard-up, drunk, insensible bi-curious girls whose mouths tasted of cheap liquor and whose cunts tasted like Vagisil and soiled tampons. Formerly, when Cheryl watched her husband's pornographic videos, she imagined herself as the porn actress... taking a hot blast of cum on her nipples as she tweaked them, or a load in her mouth as she licked her lips. More and more, she fantasized about being with the women in these scenes... kissing their nipples, lapping hot juices from their puffy cunts, or kneading the soft flesh of their firm asses before poking a finger into their hot, narrow rear tunnels. Her husband's DVDs had some Lesbian scenes, but Cheryl wanted to see something like the strap-on sex in the documentary. She wanted to be bounced back and forth on her mattress by a woman's soft, sweet-smelling body, not the smelly, hairy belly and hips of a man.
Cheryl needed to see more... and decided she needed a strap-on dildo for herself. She had never been to an adult store, but decided to try a large adult boutique she had always passed on Route 22. Her dildo collection was mail-order... this preserved her sense of privacy. Cheryl did not have the patience to wait three weeks or more for a delivery... she wanted her strap-on cock now. It took some nerve to go inside, but she was relieved to see another woman shopping there by herself, as well as a male-female couple. Walking through a room filled with sex toys, her embarrassed eye caught a realistic dildo with a leather harness. The image from the documentary passed through her mind and she imagined herself wearing it, or better yet, taking it from another woman. She bought the strap-on dildo for $89.
Her heart was thumping...She dropped the packages on her bed and lay back. Cheryl was getting hot and said to herself, "I'm a nasty whore! Ruin my little pink asshole!" Cheryl was masturbating with her new dildo. The harness was wrapped around her wrist. Cheryl had occasionally stuck a vibrator up her bottom while masturbating, but never a dildo this large... it stayed in her pussy till she came all over her hand. Cheryl felt adventurous, and she was as lecherous as a rutting mare... she sodomized herself with her new strap-on cock. It was painful, especially with the initial insertion... she couldn't imagine how it might feel with the weight and muscle of a woman's body humping it up her rear. Facedown on the bed with that pseudo-cock filling her to the bursting point, she was wracked with powerful, spasmodic orgasms.
The next night she was again by herself and repeated the action. She just couldn't get herself to cum the way she had the night before. The dildo was missing something... a woman attached to it. Cheryl removed her slacks and strapped herself in to the dildo harness, holding the heavy shaft in her hand and flopping it around. She pulled her slacks back on and was barely able to pull up the zipper and fasten the button tab with the strap-on underneath. Looking down, she was aroused by the enormous phallic bulge in her crotch. She buttoned up her suit jacket over it and walked to the floor-length mirror. Cheryl adjusted the collar of her blouse over her jacket, applied an extra coat of deep red ruby lipstick, and slowly undid her clothes as she watched her reflection.
Cheryl stared at the bulge of her strap-on dildo and as she pulled it out of her slacks she imagined it was another woman preparing to fuck her. Cheryl wanted to be roughly taken by another woman. She fantasized being thrown down on a bed in a sleazy motel. An oversexed whore wearing a strap-on reamed her pussy while sucking the tongue out of her mouth. She would then flip her roughly on her belly and ream her ass... then she would make her deep throat it. Cheryl kissed her image in the mirror as the tip of her new cock awkwardly rubbed against the glass.
Cheryl determined it was time to take action... she was determined to fulfill her fantasies. Cheryl realized she couldn't just ask for something like that from any old Lesbian or bi-sexual woman... she maintained friendships with several authentic Lesbians from her corporation and elsewhere... knowing they made love with other women, they occasionally entered her fantasies. To make a request such as "Please tie me up and force me to take your strap-on cock," was not a viable option for a married, high-profile executive. Besides, Lesbians often have vanilla sex lives... most, she knew, are no different than hetero couples, except they prefer relationships with their own kind. They often have boring, vanilla sex lives too. Yet, few women and no man would have passed up a chance to take Cheryl to bed: she was exceptionally attractive, authoritative and very feminine. She exuded sex with an alluring sensuality and a titillating hint of danger.
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