It was a cold start to what turned out to be one hot night. He thought he got me off, so the dumbass just lay there on MY bed passed out after having blown his load. I had met him in some little bar just a few blocks from my place. I felt his eyes on me from the moment I came into the place, wearing my purple leather miniskirt, my tight t-shirt and my black fuck-me heels. I could feel his eyes pass over my firm, round ass and my ripe, supple tits. I knew he wanted me. I knew every cowboy in that bar wanted me. And, mmmmm, the minute I saw that boy, my hot little plum-berry started jumping. He was about 21 and a nice, big corn-fed boy with green eyes and red hair. Unlike most of the guys there, he obviously took great pride in his body, because boy, he was built like a brick house!
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"Why don't you come on up to my place and we can really get this party started?" I swear I never saw anyone finish a drink so fast! Within five minutes, we were back at my place, with my heels on the floor, my thong around my ankles and my t-shirt pushed up as I lay on the bed with him on top of me, kissing me and sloppily sucking on my tits. Now, I can usually tolerate a man who just wants to skip the foreplay and get to fucking, but I cannot stand a man who just does a half-ass job at it. I would've thrown his ass out, except when I reached down to massage his snake through his tight jeans, I felt what must've been at least eight inches of love-muscle twisting around down there, so I figured I'd hold out for a bit. He went down on me, slobbering like a drunken dog all over my pussy. I tried to bear it, but after about ten minutes of pretending I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life I just told him to fuck me.
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Well, he fucked me. Held me down and just rammed it in, holding me down as hard as he could, pumping like a maniac. For a good five minutes, he fucked me. Don't get me wrong it was a good five minutes, but it was still only five damn minutes. Now, he might've had eight inches of solid, diamond-cutting cock, but his performance left a lot to be desired. When he rolled over and lay down, I assumed he was catching his breath for a second wind... until I heard the snoring. That's when I decided I was gonna get off one way or the other... and I was gonna teach this boy a little lesson. Call Mistress Treva Now!
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I have what I like to call "Treva's Toy Box." In it I have all my little gadgets and toys to get me through those rare dry spells: dildos, vibes, butt-plugs... and my favorite strap on. It's actually a harness that I slip on around my waist that I can use with any of my favorite dildos. I have a six and a seven incher that I like to use with my girlfriends sometimes that always seems to do the trick with them. But for this situation, I knew I was gonna have to take things to a whole new level. I have one strap on that I save for special occasions. It's nine inches of thick, solid, black rubber and had a very special feature. On the end that I slip through the harness, it has a 6 inch extension that slides into my pussy and curves up slightly to hit my g-spot, so when I'm thrusting, I'm actually fucking myself at the same time. I call it "Big Black." I knew this was the right tool for the job. I grabbed a set of handcuffs and leg shackles and gently slipped them around his wrists and ankles. He was so out of it, he didn't even notice. Then I slipped "Big Black" into the harness and gently hooked the apparatus on around my waist, making sure to gently glide the g-spot hook into my eager, waiting cunt. As soon as it went in, I could feel hot shocks shooting down my legs and through my body. I slapped him awake. To hear the entire story... Call me!
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