In the Dark

Taking Control

“Finish what you need!” She spoke more clearly now, more sure of herself. The man said nothing but she felt through the knife blade that the last of the flow was now being released. “Now, you’re going move over to the stall, let your trousers drop, and place your hands on the cistern.” She removed the knife from its resting place, moving it round to touch his back, letting him know that he wasn’t off the hook. He did what he was told, slightly shaking, and Beth took the other objects from her bag – a 9 inch dildo and a small jar of Vaseline. She lifted her skirt and the use for her unusual underwear became obvious. She connected the dildo, then smeared some Vaseline onto the shaft. 

“Do you know what’s going to happen?” She asked. He shook his head. Slowly, tenderly, she rubbed her vaselined fingers around his anus, lubricating it. “Do you know now?” she purred at him. A slow nod, and was that an escaping whimper?. For the first time, as she examined him from behind, she had a slight doubt. Too late now. Grabbing her dildo with one hand, holding his hip with the other, she brought the end of her phallus to his anal opening, exerting a little pressure, feeling the pressure returned. She increased the pressure and, suddenly, felt the end, the rubber glans, push into his ass. A thrust of more pressure and the shaft disappeared into him as he bit back a cry of pain and his fingers whitened on the cistern. Now, with both hands on his hips, she pulled her rubber d**k almost all the way out, then thrust again, harder this time, faster, causing a grunt from him. Pulling again, pushing, holding him tight in her grasp as she f****d him, buggered him, took his power away. Thrusting in, imagining the rubber balls being squashed as she entered him as fully as she could, then pulling until his sphincter felt the glans tickle and started to close, then back in, forcing him open. 

Still he didn’t move or say anything, and she was emboldened. Thrusting in as far as she could, she moved her right hand round his body, finding his semi erect c**k and, as she shortened her thrusts and kept her dildo deep inside him, she started m**********g him, milking his d**k, feeling it harden in her grasp and swell as she thrust again and again. His c**k was hot and throbbing, she almost wished she could see the engorged head, feel it, taste it. A ripple through her own body brought her back to reality. She was not just moist, but dripping. She felt so turned on. The thrusting, the feel of his hot c**k, imagining what she could do with it, what it could do to her. Suddenly, she felt a rhythmic throbbing through his shaft, as he offloaded his sperm onto the toilet seat and into the toilet itself, spilling his seed and sighing as her own orgasm caused her legs to buckle slightly. Oh, God, she needed more. But not here!