Hi, I'm Andrea, and I want…

No, let me rephrase that... I need to tell you about something that happened to me yesterday. Something that has me questioning myself and my values. It all started after I pressed the intercom button on a colleague's apartment building.

"Come on up, Andrea." 

Despite the poor-quality speaker, Danielle's upbeat tone was somewhat unexpected. 

I hadn't seen her for almost a week because she had called in sick, although an ugly rumour was flying around the office that she wasn't really sick; she was just nursing a broken heart after her fiancé had broken off their engagement. Apparently he had fallen in love with someone else. Anyway, that was what the gossip mongers were spouting last Monday, and although I felt sorry for her, I had secretly hoped Danielle would return to the office before the end of the week. Unfortunately, she hadn't, and I had a dilemma.

My husband's niece was getting married, and I needed a new outfit. Usually, I would have bought one, but what with the cost of living rising faster than a rocket to the moon, I didn't have any spare cash to throw away on luxuries like expensive new dresses. However, when Danielle overheard me talking about the exorbitant prices of clothing, and said that I could always borrow a dress from her.

Financially speaking, I didn't have a choice, so swallowing my pride, I accepted her gracious offer and arranged to pick out a dress the Friday before my niece walked down the aisle. In fact, it seemed like the perfect answer to my prayers; Of course, I hadn't counted on Danielle's fiancé dumping her only weeks before their wedding; Talk about irony. 

So, it was with mixed feelings that I parked outside her apartment. Fearing I'd encounter an inconsolable Danielle when she opened the door, my hopes were uplifted when I heard her off-tune dulcet tones competing with a radio blaring from somewhere deep in the apartment. 

"Hello," I called out as I walked along her hallway like a thief in the night.

"In here," Danielle called out joyfully from what turned out to be her lounge. Entering the surprisingly large room, my colleague was putting the final touches to the newly painted ceiling, looking every bit the professional decorator. The overall and t-shirt she was wearing certainly gave her a tradesman's appearence, but unlike when I decorate, the cleaniness of the room and Danielle's attire suggested she could take this up full time. 

When she came over to greet me properly, I saw the emblem of a local painting company on the overall, and, because I'm not nosey, I raised a curious eyebrow. 

Giggling, Danielle explained. "These are, sorry were, Jake's. He'd asked me to wash them after he'd painted our bedroom, and they were still in the washing basket when he came here last weekend to tell me we were through."

"Ouch, was it as brutal as it sounds?"

Danielle nodded. "I won't lie and say it didn't hurt, because it fucking did, but as my mother used to say, 'it is what it is, and if there's nothing you can do about it, stop trying,' so that's what I'm doing." 

Hearing Danielle's lighthearted tone, I wondered if it was an act, but not wanting to pry, I nodded and said nothing, instead preferring to look around the room at her handy work."

"Considering you're an amateur, Dani, you've done a nice job," I commented and meant it.

"Thanks, Jake might be a first-class shit, but he was a bloody good painter, and he taught me some of the tricks of the trade. Besides, it helps take my mind off what he was up to behind my back." 

"So it's true then?" I blurted out without thinking.

Danielle was silent for a moment, then her lip twitched downwards, her eyes brimmed full, and my shame grew. After slowly nodding, Danielle, avoiding my gaze, looked down to the floor, and I saw her body shake with grief.

I immediately covered my mouth and rolled my eyes at my crassness. From the moment I'd heard the gossip mongers exchanging stories at the office, I'd found the whole thing unbelievable, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious. However, even I knew I'd crossed a line with my outburst, and for a brief moment, I thought she was going to break down completely. 

Wanting to purge my guilt, I started moving towards her, but Danielle's waving hand stopped me in my tracks. I waited.

A few seconds passed, and after taking a deep breath, my colleague defiantly wiped away the tears with the back of her hand and looked at me. "I'm sorry, Andrea," she began, "for making a scene, but that bastard hurt me a lot. And as for his two-faced cock-sucking bitch... If I ever find out who she is, I'll rip her a fucking new one," she spat vehemently.

"I'm sorry, Dani, I didn't mean..."

Waving her hand dismissively, Danielle interrupted my apology.

"Nooooo, it's not your fault, Andrea, but if you'd told me a week ago my fiancé would dump me a few weeks before my wedding, I'd have said you were bat crap crazy. And now, here we are, me single again and you're quite sane." She sniffed and muttered, "un-fucking believable," although whether she was talking about me or the situation in general, I wasn't quite sure and didn't dare ask.

"Anyway, enough of my misery, Andrea. You've come here to borrow a dress, haven't you?" It might have been a question, technically speaking, but hearing Danielle's businesslike tone, the statement of intent was clear. 

"Yes, please, Dani," I replied, relieved she'd let me off the hook.

"Good, first let me get us some wine, and we'll see what we can find.

oØo

I sipped at my white Reisling and watched Danielle open her wardrobe doors. As the contents were revealed, she stood there like Moses parting the Red Sea. For my part, I was amazed at the quantity and quality of the garments, and dresses. As I stood there, wondering why on earth anyone needed so many dresses, Danielle looked over her shoulder and fixed a beady eye on me. Then as if galvanized by an electric shock, she thrust a hand into the mass of hangers. A second later, she held a blue dress out to me. 

"Here you are, Andrea; try this on," she ordered, stepping aside so I could use both of the full-length mirrors fixed to the doors to check my appearance. 

Unfortunately, everything had happened so fast; I hadn't even taken off my coat and I was unprepared for Danielle's brisk, businesslike approach. Still, nothing ever came from procrastination, and setting my glass on a bedside table, I took the proffered dress and held it against my body. As dresses go, it wasn't bad. Its high neckline seemed slightly conservative, but it suited me and was certainly a contender. Looking at my reflection, I remember thinking that if all Danielle's dresses were like this one, finding a suitable one for the upcoming nuptials would be a piece of cake.

"I like this one, Dani; the blue matches my eyes and I can be out of here, and you can get on with your decorating."

"Nonsense," Danielle chuckled; "we've only just begun, now get your coat off and stop worrying about my decorating, this is fun. Now stand back while I select a couple more."

Obviously, Danielle's definition of a couple differed significantly from mine because, for the next few minutes, dress after dress appeared. Amongst lots of giggling, each was held up for inspection and, after seeing how it looked in the mirror, was added to one of the growing piles of outfits on the bed. Each pile had a designation; definite 'no no's, maybe's, and fuck yeah.' Finally, Danielle handed me one more dress, saying this was the last suitable one because the rest were party and evening gowns.

"So all I have to do is choose which one I want to borrow, and we're done," I laughed, gesturing to the piles on the bed.

"Well, once you've tried them on," Danielle responded, thoroughly enjoying herself.

"Nooo, that's not necessary Danielle, I'm taking up enough of your time as it is," I continued, aware she was staring incredulously at me. 

"Stop worrying about me, Andrea; this is the most fun I've had all week, so get your togs off, and let's try on the first one." 

For a moment, I was speechless, standing there like a dummy, contemplating my next move. You see, Danielle is the head of my department, and getting undressed in front of her, albeit for a valid reason, seemed to be a large threshold for me. That was probably why I decided to decline her generous offer. Evidently, my stalling took too long because Danielle spoke before I could.

"Andrea, you don't have to if you don't want to... I just thought..." I heard the slight tremor in her voice, "You know, I just thought it would be fun..." 

Danielle didn't finish her sentence, and I felt like a first-class shit. "Of course, I want to try them on, but I was trying to figure out how to tell you I wasn't dressed for the occasion." Danielle looked at me as if I had just spoken fluent Mandarin. 

"You'll see," I said by way of an explanation and began undressing. Moments later, I stood before her in a sheer bra and panties and waited for her reaction.

"I see what you mean," Danielle giggled, her eyes wide open, "they certainly don't leave much to the imagination do they, and I can see why you were reluctant to get undressed. Nice to see not everybody has given up on pubic hair," she continued as she reached for one of her dresses. 

Unsure of how to respond, I started putting on the first outfit, Danielle smiling at me as if we were getting ready for a date. Then she asked if all my underwear was as revealing as this pair or if I had worn this set especially for the occasion.

"No, it wasn't especially for today," I replied, blushing slightly at the thought of wearing sexy lingerie for another woman, "all my undies are like this; it makes me feel good, gives me confidence," I admitted candidly.

Danielle smiled knowingly. "Okay, I just wondered... It's a good job the blokes at work don't know you wear sexy lingerie beneath your outfits; you'd never get any work done."

I stared at her blankly, my brow furrowed.

Danielle elaborated. "They'd all be begging for a flash... or something more... Oh, that does look good on you," she beamed as I turned towards the full-length mirror. 

At first, I didn't pay much attention to Danielle's comment because, to be honest, her taste in clothing was exactly what I expected — exquisite — and, looking at my reflection, we both saw the dress fit me perfectly. "That's definitely a contender, Now try on the pink one," Danielle announced giving me a double thumbs up.

After quickly taking off the first dress, I leant forward to pick up the pink dress when Danielle's comment about all the blokes at work suddenly registered. "What did you mean about me flashing all the guys at the office?" I demanded, looking at her over my shoulder and raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

Seeing my expression, Danielle reached up to her chest, hooking her thumbs into her overall straps, and struck a typical manly pose. "Well, from where I'm standing, I can see almost everything through those panties. The crack of your ass is visible, and one doesn't need too much imagination to guess what your cunt looks like." 

My jaw dropped hearing such crude profanity. Seeing my shocked expression, Danielle giggled.

"I know if I were a bloke and you were standing in front of me dressed in those slutty skivvies, I'd have a stiffy in my pants," Danielle continued, unperturbed. "Those knickers really are quite explicit." 

"Good thing you're not one of the guys then," I retorted while picking up the pink dress.

The off-the-shoulder neckline was cut low at the front, revealing a good deal of cleavage, and even lower at the back that wearing a bra was almost impossible unless one wanted to ruin the impact of the dress. From behind me, a wolf whistle sounded.

"Wow, apart from the bra, you look stunning, Andrea," Danielle commented while rummaging in her bedside cabinet.

"Thank you, Dani; it does look good, doesn't it?" I responded, looking at my reflection. In the mirror, I saw Danielle stand up straight, her back still towards me. 

"You should take the bra off; then you'll get a real sense of how it looks," Dani called over her shoulder. "Go on, I won't look," she giggled exuberantly. Suspecting nothing untoward, I followed her advice. Within seconds my bra landed on the bed.

"Here, how do I look?" I demanded, twirling around like a ballerina. 

"Certainly got me hard," she giggled and turned to face me again, her eyes sparkling like diamonds. However, it wasn't her big grin that attracted my attention, it was the fact that Danielle was standing there wearing a very large, very lifelike strap-on dildo. At first, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but there was no getting away from the fact that my colleague was suddenly sporting a very big dick.

"Dani... where did that...." She started moving towards me.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, feeling my heartbeat race as the space between decreased.

"Well, seeing you dressed in those sexy 'fuck me' undies, was hugely arousing, and... Well, why not." 

Not sure if she was serious or not I reached for my wine and emptied the glass in one go. 

"Danielle, I'm married," I stammered, holding up my hand and pointing towards my wedding ring." My words had no affect and she kept moving towards me. "You shouldn't be doing this," I protested weakly.

"We'll see," was Danielle's calm reply, although the look in her eyes was one I'd seen the first night my husband made love to me, and it left me in no doubt about her intention. Not knowing what to say or do, I continued to stare at Danielle as she approached me, her hips swaying erotically. She graabed the base of her cock in one hand and began wanking it very suggestively with the other,

With a head full of mixed emotions, I watched breathlessly as she moved closer. Although I'm married, for the last few months, hubby and I have been working so hard to keep our heads above water it seems we've forgotten what it's like to have some crazy, spontaneous fun. Our lives have become so tediously boring that I dread waking up every morning.

Watching Danielle and seeing the lust in her eyes, I felt desired again, and that hadn't happened in months. Wondering if this was a joke, Danielle's way of blowing off some steam after the shitty week she'd endured, I assumed she'd start laughing at my reaction and stop what she was doing, although secretly, some part of me hoped Danielle didn't stop.

"Here you are Darling," Danielle chuckled, her voice low and gravelly, with a cockney accent thrown in for good measure. "Why do all you pretty Dolly birds play hard to get? We all know it's a game you play, because deep down, you're gagging for it, ain't ya?" 

I looked at Danielle, smiling nervously, and turned away as she reached me.

"Don't worry Darling, I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna give you a good time," she said, leaning forward and kissing my bare shoulder. I felt Danielle gently take hold of my waist, and pull me against her, as we started swaying to some imaginary music playing in her head. 

"This is nice, isn't it, Darling, us dancing in the moonlight, you all dressed up to the nines, and me dying to rip that expensive dress from your body so that I can have my wicked way with you."

Danielle pressed her body into mine. "Can you feel how hard I am?"

I could indeed and it was triggering all the right buttons. Although I had my fair share of boyfriends before marrying hubby, I've never considered myself an easy lay, but feeling a hard cock pressing into my anal crack is guarranteed to turn me on, and Danielle's dildo was bigger and fatter than most I'd experienced. 

"Yes I can, Mister," I croaked, playing her game, my throat dry despite the wine I had just downed. 

The tender butterfly kisses, on my neck and the strong hands gripping my waist were turning my insides upside down, and my pussy was getting very moist. In the mirror, two bumps, quite pronounced appeared in the fabric covering my breasts, something Danielle couldn't fail to see. Unable to lie to myself, I reached for Danielle's hips and pulled her closer. 

"Oh, does my little girl like this big cock?" Danielle continued. 

"Uh huh," I murmured, and closing my eyes I rested the back of my head against her shoulder. 

"Please don't stop," I pleaded softly as Danielle moved her tender lips from my shoulder, upwards towards my earlobe. 

"Don't worry Darling, I've no intention of letting you go this evening. You're mine now and I'm gonna make you want me so bad, you'll be begging for my cock," Danielle whispered between kisses, the manly voice ebbing away. Then as she began nibbling at my earlobe, something that's guaranteed to get me creaming my knickers, I felt the dress rising up my thighs. 

Opening my eyes, I watched Danielle slowly raise the hem to reveal my moist panties. In the mirrors, my small patch of pubic hair was visible through the thin sheer fabric, and I shuddered involuntarily as Danielle reached between my thighs. Soft moans filled the bedroom as she delicately traced the outline of my pussy through the soft silken panties, and instinctively, I covered her hand with mine. As her fingers moved up and down my juicy slit, I felt myself craving more.

"Harder," I urged when she finally prodded my swollen clit, and then I said something I never thought I'd ever say to another woman. "Make me cum, Dani, stick your fingers inside me and make me scream." 

I watched with bated breath as Danielle slipped her hand beneath the sheer fabric covering my sex, her fingers roaming over my pubis patch befoere moving towards my opening. When she parted my petal-like lips, my pent-up juices swamped her fingertips.

"Uuughh!"

"Jesus, you're fucking gagging for it aren't you, Andrea, I've never known a girl so eager for my cock," Danielle exclaimed when she pushed her fingers inside me. "Show me your tits," she ordered.

While the squelching sounds from between my legs competed with my moans, I reached behind my neck to undo the strap's buttons. The small strip of cloth ell away from my neck, taking the front of the dress with it and exposing my ample breasts. 

In the mirror, I watched Danielle grab my left tit, taking my rock-hard nipple between her forefinger and thumb.

"Yessss, pinch it," I hissed and waited for the exquisite sensations when someone treats my nipples roughly. "Ooooh, fuck," I moaned when sent small shocks rippled through my body, and my stomach muscles cramped up in a delicious, but painful euphoria. 

"Please, don't stop, Dani, I'm so close," I gasped, leaning back into her body, watching avidly how she unmercifully fingered me to my climax. 

"Don't worry about me stopping, Andrea," Danielle whispered in my ear, "I wanna hear you scream my name," and increased the speed and pressure between my legs. 

It didn't take much longer. Deft fingers, soft kisses, and the unspoken promise the thick dildo nestling snugly between my buttocks implied, proved too much for me and I came gloriously. My body jolted, I gulped for air, and my legs shook so violently and so uncontrollably that had Danielle not been supporting me, I would have tumbled to the floor, as a tsunami of pent-up desire drenched my tormentor's fingers.

Once I started to calm down, Danielle took my hand, her fingers all wet and sticky, and guided me to the bed. There she twirled me around so she could see my expression, her green eyes glistening, and a rapturous smile across he face. Grinning inanely, she entwined a hand in my hair to prevent me from turning away while she raised her sticky fingers to my mouth.

"Lick them clean, lick all your cum from my fingers you dirty little office girl," Danielle ordered, placing her digits against my bottom lip. Unable, and unwilling to disobey my colleagues, I opened my mouth and felt her fingertips slip past my lips. Aware she was watching me, I feasted on them, my tongue slipping over, under, and in between each finger to clean every last drop of cum. Once I was finished, Danielle leaned in to kiss me. 

"I want your cock," I panted as we made out like horny teenagers, and reached for the large appendage pressing against my thigh. It was long and thick, with a huge mushroom-shaped helmet. Although it was rubber, the gnarled veins running along and around the length made it feel very lifelike and I wanted to give it a closer inspection. "Do you want me on my knees, Dani?" I demanded. 

"No, I want to take you and make you mine," Danielle answered unzipping the dress she'd lent me. As Danielle finished kissing me, the dress slipped down my thighs. Even though I was a willing participant, when the garment landed in a heap around my feet, I couldn't help folding my arms across my breasts, smiling like some shy little virgin.

My demure behaviour amused Danielle, and after telling me how beautiful I looked naked, we kissed passionately again. While we tasted each other, Danielle slipped her hand into my knickers again and began teasing my clit while simultaneously forcing me backwards towards the bed. 

Feeling the mattress bumping against my calves, I tapped her shoulder to stop, but steadfastly ignoring my objections, Danielle kept moving forward. Unable to withstand her momentum, I lost my balance and tumbled backwards. Reaching for Danielle to break my fall, I failed and fell onto the bed, my legs splayed wide. For a split second a sharp pain between my legs caused me to gasp, and looking at Danielle, I saw her triumphantly holding my ruined knickers to her nose.

For the first time since marrying hubby, I lay completely naked for another person, and much to my amazement a woman. The lust in Danielle's eyes caused my spine to tingle, and I held my breath when she spat into the palm of her hand and began lubricating the big, bulbous dome hovering inches above my juicy slit.

"Now then Darlin', is my cock bigger than your husband's?" Danielle demanded, again lowering her voice a couple of octaves.

Looking her in the eye, I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

"Tell me... Tell me it's bigger slut, say how much you want my giant cock," Danielle continued, moving between my splayed legs.

Normally I'm not so vocal when it comes to sex; hubby knows what I like, knows what I enjoy, and our sex life is satisfying, but this situation was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Realising I didn't need to conform to restrictions my comfort zone had generated, felt very liberating. 

"Please Dani, I need to feel your big cock inside me." Feeling my cheeks redden, I almost stopped speaking, but seeing Danielle's animated expression, I plucked up my courage and continued. "I wanna feel you fuck my cunt with your big dick."

Danielle placed her knees between my thighs and leaned forward until we were face to face. I saw the wanton expression as she lowered her lips to kiss me, and knew it mirrored mine. Between my legs, the huge rubber appendage was pressing along the length of my slit. As we kissed, I squirmed beneath Danielle and felt the thick shaft spread my pussy lips. Unable to stop myself I moaned as we kissed. 

"Do it, Dani," I urged breathlessly. "Fuck me, — fuck me hard and make me cum again."

Danielle raised a hand and ordered me to open my mouth. Knowing I had to obey, I did as asked. "Here, these will keep your screams quiet when I enter you," she said, feeding me my cum drenched knickers. The musky aroma and tangy flavour assaulted my senses as I clenched my teeth into the lace fabric, and I waited, impatiently for my deliverance. 

oØo

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

The words escaped my clenched teeth, like a snake spitting out a poisonous frog it had tried to swallow, as Danielle forced her mammoth dildo into me. Seeing a big dick, and fantasizing about it, is not the same as experiencing it penetrating one's body, and the reality caused my outburst. And it wasn't just the length I was having trouble with, the girth was causing me problems as well. Something akin to having an old-fashioned telephone pole thrust inside my pussy.

"God, your cunt's tight, Darlin', you sure you can handle it?" As soon as Danielle saw me nod, albeit with my lips clamped together, she smiled wickedly and shoved another couple of inches inside me. "Don't worry, yours is not the first tight hole I've wrecked," Danielle chuckled, her enigmatic expression raising more questions than it answered as she continued thrusting into me.

Why was this happening? Was Danielle bisexual? Before I could dwell anymore on the situation, Danielle buried the huge cock inside me and began grinding her pelvis against mine.  

"Uugh." 

While I grew used to the thickness inside me, I continued to speculate over Danielle's unusual behaviour. Was this a spur-of-the-moment decision caused by seeing me in sexy underwear, or had she always fancied me? And more to the point, why had I allowed my colleague to take advantage of me? 

As all the probable answers swirled around in my head, the rough fabric of Danielle's overalls brushed against the top of my sticky thighs and sent more exquisite sensations through my abdomen. As the realisation that Danielle had buried all nine inches of her cock into me, I opened my eyes wide and saw her returning my gaze, a grin of true satisfaction on her lips. Watching my reaction, Danielle pressed her crotch harder against mine, eliciting more moans from me. 

"Feels good, eh Darlin'," she grunted, and started withdrawing. 

"Stop," I cried out and grabbing her arse, pulled her back towards me. "I want to get used to your big cock Dani," I replied biting my bottom lip, as the dildo touched depths no other man had ever reached. 

"Jesus, you're so fucking big," I gasped as all the articles and stories I'd read about well-endowed men were physically confirmed. We kissed passionately again, while Danielle ground her hips in a circular motion, and I rested my hands on her derriere like I would have done with my husband. 

"I'm gonna enjoy this," Danielle announced when we stopped kissing and pulled away from me. 

"Play with yourself," she ordered as she straightened up, almost withdrawing the thick dildo from my distended silken tunnel. 

"No," I cried out as I felt the huge bulbous dome exit my gaping pussy, and reached for the glistening rubber shaft. Danielle swiped my hand away and repeated her command for me to play with myself, giving my clit a playful slap with her cock as she spoke. It wasn't that I didn't want to touch myself, but conscious of her gaze concentrated between my legs, I once again hesitated. 

"But I want you inside me," I pouted, trying to get her to look at me; to no avail.

Danielle waited for me to comply, her gaze fixed on my gaping pussy lips. Knowing Danielle needed and wanted to impose her authority on the situation, I exposed my swollen clit with the one hand, and began caressing my little man with the other. Dightful electrical shocks raced through my body, and satisfied with my compliance, Danielle placed the bulbous dome into my juicy slit and thrust her hips forward. 

The brute force made me gasp, but the burning sensation that took my breath away the first time seemed more enjoyable now, and I remembered crying out for more. 

"Does my little girl like this big cock?"

Biting my lip, I smiled at what she called me and nodded while she slowly pulled back her hips. 

"I knew you would," she exclaimed with the unshakable confidence of a successful womaniser and slammed the huge phallus back inside my pussy. Despite my anguished moans, by this and each subsequent thrust, the discomfort gradually diminished and rapidly evolved into ecstasy as I actively welcomed every deep lunge. 

"Harder," I yelled, fingering my clit. "Fuck me harder, Dani, I want to cum all over your cock." Never in a million years would I have shouted such things to my hubby, but he wasn't here and Danielle was. 

Looking up at my colleague, a grim determined smile had replaced the lazy one she'd had when she was fingering me, and a light sheen of perspiration covered her forehead. The fact that she wasn't out of breath was a testament to her strict keep-fit regime. Despite the conflicting emotions that I wasn't into women, the sight of her breasts rising and falling in a steady rhythm in front of my eyes was hugely arousing. 

Unable to help myself, I reached for Danielle's chest. This time she didn't stop me and in no time, hard nipples were pressing into my palms through the soft cotton t-shirt.

"Pinch them, Andrea," Danielle hissed through clenched teeth. Then, after pulling each shoulder strap over her arms, she swiftly removed the t-shirt. "Don't worry, I like it rough," she said, revealing a side of her I never would have suspected. But nothing that was happening right now could have been called normal, at least not in my social circles.

Normal was me borrowing a dress from Danielle and returning it after my niece's up-and-coming nuptials. Not me lying butt naked on my department head's bed, and willingly spreading my legs so she could fuck me with a gigantic dildo. And let there be no mistaking this for gentle lovemaking. Despite the occasional tender moments, this was sex at its most basic; physical and to the point.

Frankly speaking, I hadn't been fucked like this for a very long time, well ever if I'm really honest and the realisation of what I had been missing made this tryst all the more special. Each deep thrust produced an erotic squelching from between my legs, that normally speaking would have caused me to blush furiously. However, the sensations Danielle's huge dildo wreaked between my thighs also elicited loud shameless cries from my mouth, as she pounded it into me time and time again. 

Then, like a sentry scanning the far horizon for distant dangers, delicious spasms inside my belly announced my oncoming orgasm. The contractions kept growing more intense with each deep thrust, and like an addict craving her next fix, I needed more of Danielle's cock. I placed my hands on her bum and began bucking my hips upwards, to meet her downward lunges. 

”Don't stop, Dani, I'm almost there," I begged breathlessly, feeling the rough fabric of the overalls rub against my sensitive clit each time she pounded her cock into me. 

"You like my big dick, don't you?" Danielle grunted, "You gonna cum, Darlin'?"

Pressing the tip of my tongue against my upper lip, I nodded.

Hearing my admission must have excited Danielle because the long, languid strokes she'd employed until now increased in speed and power, and my climax quickly approached. This increased onslaught seemed to last only seconds, but that was enough. My muscles began tensing, and my breathing became erratic. Then the glorious release happened.

Eyes closed, my body began to shudder and hot nectar flooded my silken tunnel. Scrunching the bedspread between my fingers, Danielle kept ramming the dildo into me, each deep thrust sending uncontrollable shocks through my body as if being electrocuted. And even though I'd crossed my ankles behind Danielle's back, my legs shook violently, while I kept repeating, "Oh my God, oh my God."

oØo

"I haven't cum like that in ages Dani," I confessed breathlessly, as she lay on top of me, her breasts pressing into mine. Small aftershocks kept sending shivers down my spine whenever Danielle moved on top of me.

"Fuck," she grinned as I slowly began regaining my composure. "You're so fucking sexy Andrea, I can't keep my hands off you," Danielle continued as she lifted herself off me. As yet another aftershock coursed through my body, Danielle pulled her hips backwards and sat back on her haunches between my splayed thighs, her fingertips gently brushing my engorged clit. I felt my cheeks reddening as I saw the large appendage between her legs glistening from my copious juices. Following my gaze, Danielle looked down at her cum covered strap-on.

"I wanna taste you," she said and started to kneel between my thighs. Sitting up, I grabbed Danielle's hair and gently pulled her up from between my thighs so we could kiss. 

"Not yet," I said kissing her passionately while reaching for the leather straps around her thighs. "Now it's my turn to fuck you."