I wake up, feeling a bit disoriented. What time is it? Where am I? I was just having an amazing dream, but now what’s happening?

And what’s that pressing on my lips? 

I open my eyes to find my girlfriend Geena, kneeling on the bed next to my head. She is completely naked, except for the black belt around her waist and the enormous, thick strap-on cock she has attached.

Oh yeah. I’m in her bed, and I promised to submit to her desires all weekend long. And that includes what she is apparently trying to do right now – push that strap-on dick past my lips. 

This isn’t the first time we’ve done this. Geena and I hooked up just 4 days after I arrived as a freshman at the State University. We both fell in love with one another pretty instantly, and we’ve been dating ever since. As a sophomore, Geena lives off-campus in her own apartment. I spend more time there than I do in my own dorm-room. I feel comfortable here, able to release my inhibitions. Geena makes me so hot, I’ll do anything she asks.

She tells me it is time to open up and prepare her cock for my ass. I know what she wants, and I instantly sit up a little to get a better angle. I open wide and take the head of her plastic cock into my mouth. She doesn’t move, allowing me to do the work. I can’t possibly take the whole thing down my throat, but I try. I start to gag a little, and I feel her hands gently caress my hair. She tells me I’ll be okay, to take my time.

Her voice is so kind, so gentle. Her touch is soothing, and I feel my throat relax. She encourages me to try again, and I want to do good for her. I want to make her proud, so I try again.

This time, I’m able to swallow even more of her length before I start to panic and gag again. She carefully pulls out, and allows me to recover. She’s telling me I’m a good boy for taking more of her than ever before. She’s telling me about how proud she is of me for wetting her cock so well.

I know I’m blushing at her praise. Is it shame? No, she’s already helped me move past that. I think I’m just still so unused to being so turned on by something that seems, well, so naughty.

She pats my head and tells me to turn over. I obey. Her hands are roaming all over my backside, with special attention to my ass-cheeks. Part massage, part exploration. Part demonstration, making it clear she controls every part of my body.

I know she’s about to plunge her enormous faux-cock into my still-tight hole. I know there is going to be some pain at first, as my asshole gets used to her member filling it up. I know it’s going to make me scream a little as I dig my hands into the sheets.

I feel excited and lustful. I feel like I need her in me, and if I have to wait much longer I might melt.

I also feel safe. I know Geena will take care of me. The pain will abide, and she will make me feel levels of pleasure I didn’t know were possible. I trust her entirely, and I give her everything she asks of me.

My cock is rock hard as she starts to enter my ass.

I am one fucking lucky guy!