Genevieve and her strap on

Genevieve fidgits in her seat. She is still a little shell-shocked. She actually gave the cashier a blowjob in return for the strapon. She hadn't given a man a blowjob since she'd sworn off men in high school.

Still it's worth it to surprise her girlfriend Josie. Ever since she slipped it on at the store she'd been wearing it. It's red bumpy rubber felt so lifelike in her hands. Even now it almost feels like she has a real dick. She imagines getting home dropping trow for Josie. Then sticking her red rubber bad boy up her pussy and fucking her over the back of the couch. The strapon pulses and grows with her thoughts, emitting demonic pheromones.

She looks up from her little fantasy and wonders if it is just her, or is every woman on the subway looking at her lustfully. She hops off at her stop, nervously exiting the subway.

She walks briskly despite the sweltering heat. As she enters her apartment, her elderly neighbor Mrs. Peicou stares at her crotch and licks her lips.

She walks into their apartment to an irate Josie.

"What the hell is a matter with you, Gen? We have dinner with my boss Helen in fifteen minutes. We need to go. Now!"

"Shit, I'm sorry Jos."

"At least you look presentable. Come on."

Josie grabs Genevieve by the arm. Fifteen minutes later they arrive at the restaurant Pampa.

"Helen is already here, c'mon Gen."

Genevieve is surprised by Helen. From Josie's description she was expecting an older less attractive woman. Despite Helen's reputation as an power hungry, anti-gay, bible thumper, Genevieve finds her tight, petite body attractive. Her first thought is 'if it wasn't for Josie, she'd gladly stick her rubber bad boy in Helen'. Her crotch feels warm and tight as the strapon stiffens and emits a big burst of demonic pheromones.

Helen purses her lips. "Well Josie, so this is your girlfriend. I'm Helen nice to meet you." She manages to not sound too sarcastic.

She extends a hand and Genevieve shakes it. Helen shivers as she is hit with a wall of lust inducing demonic essence and eyes Genevieve with wanton desire.

Genevieve does her best to keep up with small talk, but Helen's staring is freaking her out.

"I have to go pee." Genevieve announces.

In the bathroom she exhales. She turns on the water and stares at the sink. The door closing causes her to look up.

"Helen?"

Helen pushes her against the wall, and rips down her pants and underwear. Her eyes practically bulge at the sight of the strapon.

"Mm, that looks nice. You're going to fuck me with that, or I'm going to make Josie's life a living hell."

"Are you crazy? What is the matter with you? Jos told me you were straight."

"What I can't be straight and want a girl to fuck me with her strapon?"

"Well that's...."

Helen swallows the strapon whole, sliding it deep into her throat. Genevieve's jaw drops. She can feel Helen's mouth and it feels good. She feels pressure, then release along with an intense euphoria. She looks at Helen's face wondering 'is that drool?'.

Helen rips off her pants and pushes herself back on Genevieve's strapon.

Genevieve knows she should stop, but the pleasure is intense. She admits part of her really wants to fuck Helen. She feels pressure and release again. It is like the strapon is linked directly to her brain. Electric shivers of ecstasy hit her with immense ****.

At that moment Josie walks in.

"Genevieve? What the fuck!"

Josie turns around exiting the bathroom crying. Genevieve pulls out of Helen with a pop, pulls up her pants and chases after her.

Helen sits on the floor, stunned. She always wanted power. Her guilt had kept going to church, kept her hating everyone she was supposed to hate. All that guilt the idol just drains away. Suddenly, a guilt free Helen is faced with a choice, destroy her unique glow and gain real power or keep trying to claw for scraps of authority.

It only takes her a moment to obliterate her soul. With her essence gone all Helen's compassion and restraint simply vanish. All that is left is lust and a desire to enslave others. She stands up and gazes into the mirror. The old guilt ridden Helen would have been horrified by her new look. The new Helen is elated. Her red skin is flawless, her breasts gigantic, indeed her new body is perfect for physical and mental domination.

With a wave of her hand Helen slips on a glamour. She is taller, much more imposing. A leather corset style minidress barely covers her huge breasts and pussy. Thigh high stiletto heeled black boots make her look even more intimidating. Fingerless gloves that show off wickedly pointy red fingernails complete the look.

The new Helen licks her lips and exits the bathroom.