Big Black Costume update

Cindy pulled her zipper down, opening her fly. Courtney shuddered as she brought out the long, thick dildo she wore, bright red, already dripping with lube. She supposed she should be grateful for that, but she guessed it was probably because Cindy didn’t want her to pass out from the pain. No, pain was a distant second to her—she wanted to humiliate Courtney, first and foremost, and the most embarrassing thing ever was if Courtney actually enjoyed being ass-fucked by her rival.

Courtney didn’t know if she would or not. So far, she had absolutely loved every second Yolanda had spent sodomizing her. She didn’t know if her distaste for Cindy would do anything to put a stopper on the sheer physical delight she took in being penetrated back there. Courtney didn’t even know if she wanted to enjoy it or not. Part of her just wanted it over with… but then why were her legs shaking?

Courtney stared at Yolanda closing her hand around the thick shaft, pumping it up and down the strap-on’s excessive length, and though Courtney knew it wasn’t real, couldn’t be getting any bigger—it somehow felt bigger the more she saw Yolanda’s hand moving over it with that slow, steady masturbation.

Cindy smiled at her, her eyes smugly superior even as they devoured Courtney’s ripe little body—and every tremor that went through it. “That prick Yolanda fucked you with—I suppose it’s alright for kid’s stuff. But this is a man’s cock. It’s really going to make you come. It’s going to make you just love being fucked. Not that you could like it much more, you little whore. But this is gonna teach you that it’s not because you and Yolo are in love or some shit like that. No, it’s just because you’re a cock-hungry slut who can’t get it up the ass hard enough. You’re going to come your brains out even with your worst enemy doing the fucking. And believe me, I won’t be gentle. I won’t even be trying to make you come. I’m just going to use your ass, however I want to, and we’ll both see how much that gets you off. But first—before you enjoy getting fucked in the ass—let’s do a little something just for me. Something to thank me for how nice I’m being in keeping your little sex tape all to myself, even though it’s so fucking hot and all my friends would love seeing what an anal whore you are. Get those clothes off. You may not know how to dress yourself, but even that pitiful attempt at fashion can’t hide what a hot little bod you’ve got. Show it to me. I want a real good look at my new toy.”

Courtney stared at her strap-on—her prick—as if hypnotized. It was as thick around as a soda can… at least not a bottle… and a foot in length. She couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel inside her. As good as Yolanda fucking her had felt, she’d been nowhere near as big as this. It would definitely hurt more, this huge dildo. But Courtney didn’t know if she would like it more or less.

Her fingers moved slowly to the buttons of her blouse. Under Cindy’s watchful gaze, she undid her blouse and pulled it down her shoulders. With its lapels still covering her breasts, Courtney let it linger over her body, savoring her last few moments before exposure…

“All the way off!” Cindy ordered shrilly.

Courtney pulled her blouse the rest of the way off, letting it drop to the floor. As fate would have it, she hadn’t worn a bra today. Her sensitive nipples betrayed her. They were stiffly engorged, full of the lust Courtney could no longer deny. She guessed her apprehension couldn’t be seen on her body the same way—not in how wet she was, or how her body trembled. It was all so indistinguishable from if she’d actually asked for this. Wanted it.

“Mm, not bad,” Cindy cooed. “You don’t even need a bra. And you’re obedient too. You’re not going to put up a fight at all, are you? You’re just gonna do what I say and try to enjoy yourself, like a good girl, aren’t you?”

Courtney didn’t say anything, even as her mind raced to contradict Cindy. She wouldn’t enjoy this at all! Sure, there might be parts she didn’t find totally hateful, but that wasn’t the same thing.

“I said, aren’t you a good girl?”

Courtney only nodded. The time for her to refuse Cindy was long past. At this point, Cindy could tell her to do anything and she’d do it.

“Does my good girl want to do something to make mistress’s life better?” Cindy asked sardonically. “Because I’m telling you—if I were in line to have this cock up my ass—I’d definitely be asking what I could do to get on a bitch’s good side.”

“What would you like me to do, mistress?” Courtney asked, her voice trembling.

Cindy actually purred with how much she enjoyed Courtney’s submission. “Mmm, Courtney… hearing you say that makes me want to put a list together. But let’s stick to the plan. You’ve had a mouth on you from the day you came to Blue Valley. Why don’t you finally put it to good use? Let’s see how much you can lube this dick up before I use it to make you a Popsicle.”

Courtney’s breath caught. She had been hoping Cindy wouldn’t ask for that. As obviously unpleasant as being sodomized would be, at least she knew she could enjoy that on some level. But sucking Cindy’s cock was nothing more than an act of submission. The thought of it made her feel sick to her stomach. Every moment she had it in her mouth, Cindy would be getting off on the sight of Courtney bottoming for her.

Cindy saw her hesitate. She got up from the couch, moving towards Courtney, her strap-on leading the way. Courtney couldn’t look away from it. The drop of clear lube brimming at the tip looked exactly like a man’s precum.

Then Cindy grabbed her shoulders with strong fingers, shockingly strong fingers clawing right into Courtney’s soft flesh. “I want your mouth on that dick, Whitmore!” Cindy growled. “Suck it! You’re my bitch now and I say you suck!”

Cindy shoved her down to kneel before her, a soft groan escaping Courtney’s lips as her knees hit the floor. As each eternal second stretched on, she was less and less able to think that she could avoid this. Her mouth was poised over Cindy’s prick—she could smell the harsh, antiseptic buzz of the lubricant. Her pulse raced, not only at the sight and smell of the dildo, but at being forced into this scenario, butting right up against the inevitability of it.

“I can’t!” Courtney sobbed.

Cindy tightened her hold even more, until it felt like her fingers were grinding into Courtney’s bones. She pitched her hips forward, rubbing the tip of her strap-on against Courtney’s face. The lube smeared over Courtney’s cheek, accompanying Cindy’s chanting orders for Courtney to suck.

“You’re going to suck a lot of dick in your life, Whitmore,” she hissed. “You’re going to get your start with mine. It’s going to be the biggest, best cock you ever suck—by the time you’re done, you’ll see you’re a born cocksucker. Yeah, you were meant to give me a cock holster, bitch.”

Courtney trembled. It was useless to resist. She actually had a terrible urge to do it, to get this over with it. She had just opened her mouth when Cindy reached down and grabbed one of Courtney’s pert little breasts.

“And here are some nice stress balls for me to play with while I wait for you to get me off,” Cindy laughed.

She pinched and twisted Courtney’s nipples. The blonde could only bite her lip, moan. As humiliating as it was, she felt the pleasure more strongly. In fact, she quickly felt nothing else but how her nipples lengthened and pulsed between Cindy’s fingers.

Cindy laughed, easily able to discern how turned on Courtney was. She kept rubbing her strap-on over Courtney’s face. “Yeah, you’re really getting the hang of being my hot little slut, aren’t you Whitmore? You’re going to make one hell of a sex slave. No wonder so many guys want you—even Yolanda does. Too bad I’m the one who gets you. Put your hand on my dick, bitch. I want you to feel how big it is before you think where it’s going to go.”

Courtney’s lips quivered as she moved to obey Cindy. She put her hand on the strap-on—was startled by how cool it was, jerking her hand back. She’d grown so used to thinking of it as real that it seemed only natural it’d be warm. But of course, it was just a toy. Just a big, fat toy.

She took the thick shaft in her hand. It felt good—supple and somehow reassuring in its girthy firmness. She blushed, picturing how it would feel reaming her out. One thing was sure, she would most definitely feel it. She might never forget the way it felt…

“Get on that dick!” Cindy grunted, jamming her hips forward, the fat knob pushing into Courtney’s lips.

She had no choice—there was clearly no patience left in Cindy. She let her lips open up, whimpering as the strap-on was forced inside. Almost automatically, she started sucking its girthy bulk.

“Oh yeah!” Cindy cried. “Suck that prick, Whitmore! Ooooh, yes, you’re one good little cock holster already!”

Courtney knew that Cindy was gratified by making her yield, but the pleasure in her voice still sounded all too real. Was this strap-on actually giving Cindy the sensations she’d get from having a real cock, from feeling Courtney suck actual flesh, the way Yolanda’s strap-on did?

Courtney had no time to think about it. The member filled her mouth, cockhead riding over her tongue until it was stabbing into the back of her throat. Courtney gagged, but that did nothing to make Cindy stop. Maybe if Cindy could feel things through the strap-on, then making her come would satisfy her. Courtney wrapped her tongue around the thick shaft, trying not to think of how much more slutty this made her than just letting Cindy fuck her mouth.

Cindy laughed at the look on Courtney’s face. “Uh-huh, cunt, I can feel it. Every little suck. You think I’m just doing this because I like the look of you with a cock in your mouth? Well, I do. But I love getting to fuck those sweet lips even more. You’re getting me off, Whitmore. Your whore mouth is gonna make me come!”

Courtney didn’t know if she was trying to please her or still just trying to bring Cindy to climax, but she stroked Cindy’s length with her hand while she sucked on the knob. Cindy pushed forward into that pressurized friction, driving her prick halfway down Courtney’s throat.

Courtney couldn’t control her body—instinctively she tightened her throat muscles around Cindy’s fat girth and Cindy gasped in pleasure, almost hyperventilating as she pumped her cock in and out of Courtney’s mouth. Courtney struggled for breath, her sight blackening at the edges until Cindy pulled her strap-on out of her throat, leaving only the tip between Courtney’s lips.

Cindy put her hands on her hips. “I’m getting bored of fucking your throat. Why don’t you suck me off instead, cunt? Just pretend I’m Yolanda, and this cock was just in that nice juicy ass of yours!”

Courtney did as she was told, bobbing her head up and down on Cindy’s strap-on, sucking it vigorously. She didn’t want Cindy to know how much she was enjoying it—the cock in her mouth was nice and hard and big. She wouldn’t go so far as to imagine it belonged to Yolanda… she didn’t want to associate the thought of Yolanda with this… but as long as pretended it wasn’t attached to Cindy, it was alright.

She wondered if this strap-on would succeed where Yolanda’s failed—if it would be able to spurt in her mouth. Before she could consider the idea, Courtney decided she would be repulsed by the notion… that she’d spit it out if Cindy came in her throat. But as if reading her mind, Cindy grabbed her by her blonde hair and hauled her head back to look up into her cruel eyes.

“Oh, it works, Whitmore. Once you get me off, Ol’ Faithful here is gonna just stuff you with cum. And don’t even think about doing anything but swallowing it. You’re going to drink every last drop. Or should I say don’t worry? I know a slut like you would hate to give a blowjob and not get a mouthful of cum at the end…”

Courtney moaned, torn between passion and revulsion, and seemingly unable to stop working her mouth up and down Cindy’s dildo. She was aroused, almost against her will—maybe by the animalistic submission Cindy had forced her into or maybe all it took was a stiff cock in her mouth, even a fake one, to turn her on. Whatever it was, she felt like she was on the verge of coming.

By now, Cindy’s strap-on was thoroughly coated with spit. Strained as they were, Courtney’s lips slid smoothly over its fat girth. She panted for breath, but was still able to suck it ravenously. When she swallowed, she gulped down her own saliva, but with a flavor picked up from Cindy’s dildo. It was somewhat familiar, but different—far off from Courtney’s experiences, but bordering on them. She came to the realization only slowly, between clenches of her throat muscles at the thrusts of Cindy’s prick. It didn’t taste of Yolanda, but it did taste of cunt.

Cindy broke out into laughter, evidently able to read Courtney’s expressive face between each thrust she gave it. “That’s right, baby,” she cooed as she fucked Courtney’s mouth, keeping up a steady rhythm that Courtney slaved to, bobbing her head frantically to keep up with it. “I was worried this might be too much for you, so I tested it out on mommy dearest. That dumb slut isn’t good for much, but at least she knows how to take a cock. I think she might still be sleeping off how hard I made her come. But don’t be jealous—you’re much more fun. I haven’t broken you yet.”

Courtney’s mind flew back to what Cindy had said before—that she’d sent her mother away to give them ‘some privacy’. That had struck her as a lie, or at least an exaggeration, but she never would’ve guessed the truth. That somewhere in this house, Cindy’s own mother was unconscious, fucked to a stupor by her daughter… or whatever Cindy was.

The big strap-on shook and throbbed in her mouth. She could feel it heating up in both her lips and her hand. Courtney didn’t know how that was possible, but at this point, she didn’t care. She sucked the dildo in a frenzy, letting out all kinds of embarrassing slurping noises from her pumping lips. She massaged the head of the strap-on with a stiffened tongue and dug her teeth into the collar. Then she opened her mouth wide, sliding down to take in as much of the artificial erection as she could. She whined, disgusted with herself, when she felt Cindy’s coarse pubic hair against her nose.

Courtney sucked with relish now, her fingers sliding over the pulsing length of the dildo. She squeezed its base and could’ve sworn she felt the tip swell in her mouth. Every time the knob hilted itself in the back of Courtney’s throat, her body convulsed with pure lust, a paroxysm of delicious enjoyment that she couldn’t explain. How was she getting off on this? How was she delighting in being dominated, ravished, forced to submit?

Maybe it was that she was participating in it, eagerly participating in it, fondling Cindy’s member and rubbing her thighs now, stroking her hips, caressing her body as she swooped down to fill her mouth with the dildo. And she was stuffed full, almost overwhelmed with cock, Cindy pumping her strap-on to match Courtney move for move.

Saliva trickled from her stretched out lips and washed over both her chin and Cindy’s strap-on. Her mouth ached from how wide it was open, but Courtney needed every inch of space to fit that thick dildo inside herself.

Courtney mewled now, venting the weird pleasure she couldn’t explain, only express. It felt good to lick and suck that thrusting cock, mindless of how it had come to be in her mouth, the indignity that it represented. All that mattered was it was there and it was hers and she got to suck it as much as she wanted.

As if Cindy had been waiting for that final, inner submission, her would-be mistress shuddered. Her hips jerked in what felt like the first uncontrolled motion Cindy had ever made. Courtney clamped her lips behind the helmet of her phallus in order to keep from choking; then it exploded in her throat. Cindy groaned as hot, thick cum filled Courtney’s mouth even in excess of how much that big cock had stuffed it full.

Courtney didn’t know where it was coming from—it felt like it was being wrenched from the same deep-seated place that Cindy’s passionate gasps and moans were coming from. Spurt after spurt of slimy cream came frothing out of her strap-on and covered Courtney’s tongue. She sucked it in automatic servility and it cascaded down her throat, like it was meant to go there. Like Courtney had been born to be as much cum dumpster as cock holster.

Courtney sucked convulsively, gulping down launch after launch of whatever it was Cindy was feeding her. She couldn’t handle all of it. Some overflowed and ran down her chin. Courtney mouthed Cindy’s strap-on like some wild animal devouring a kill, swallowing as much as her greedy throat could handle.

Wild with passion, Courtney mindlessly reached under her skirt and rubbed her pussy. Her frenzied strokes brought her to climax quickly, even as her throat muscles kept accepting the eruptions of Cindy’s dildo. In fact, that made her orgasm better, having her lips stretched wide on its girth, her chin and nostrils running white with the thick fluid. Less and less escaped as she kept sucking Cindy, milking her strap-on dry, but that brought into sharp relief how wet and sticky her face felt now that Cindy was done fucking it.

Finally, she pulled the cock from her lips. Impossibly, it seemed smaller, softer, falling flaccid against her cheek. Courtney licked it, as if unwilling to accept it was finished. The taste of the cum sticking to it surged into her mouth. Still holding onto the shaft, she squeezed it and saw the dregs of Cindy’s ejaculation run from the cockhead.

Courtney didn’t lick it up, as heatedly tempted as she was to do so. She moved away from the hellish thing she had just serviced, leaving Cindy’s chest heaving, her eyes wild.

“What a slut!” she croaked. “What a fucking slut you are, I love it! You could’ve killed me, you sucked me off so hard! Oh… remind me to punish Mother. She didn’t do nearly as good a job as you did, the lazy slag, and I just know she’s got to be at least as big a whore as you!”

Courtney closed her eyes, trembling as the full scale of her degradation registered with her. She opened her eyes and looked at Cindy. The bitch had seated herself again, her limp—or at least inactive—strap-on still hanging out. Her eyes were closed and her breaths were coming in gasps.

“I wonder which would be a bigger punishment for you now,” Cindy cooed at her. “Getting fucked in the ass—or being sent home with a bellyful of cum and that cute little ass going untouched?”

Courtney opened her mouth, but even she didn’t know if she was going to beg for more or tell Cindy off. Because before she could speak, she heard Yolanda’s voice.

“What the fuck is going on here!?”