An interesting little toy(Strap-on)

Andy's struggled to catch his breath, completing out of control of his slender body. His body reacted instinctively to all of the sensations. He rocked back into her digging tongue without any conscious effort, his rebellious body seeking its own pleasure in the form of her long tongue exploring his hole. As her probing length brushed up against a spot, his eyes crossed as jolts of electricity shot through his hips. The fingers in his mouth felt... natural. He felt at ease as he slathering his tongue up and down the digits, fellating them absently as his eyes struggled to stay open. _I wish her fingers were a bit thicker, _his overtaxed brain thought as he hallowed out his cheeks, drawing the wet appendages into his mouth.

Andy lazily turned his head to the table on the left, continuing to gently hump her face as he did so. On the fashionable side table, was a menagerie of toys. Andy's fuck addled brain picked up a thick club with a powerful massaging bell at the end, a long cord which speared through a series of progressively thicker balls, an anatomically correct equine phallus with testicles the size of grapefruits, a series of colorful dildos and vibrators of all shaps and sizes. Without comprehending, his overtaxed brain latched onto a thin phallus attached to a pair of panties.

"Oh ho ho," the Amazon said, moaning into his ass. Her eyes followed his line of sight to the object of his attention on the desk. She withdrew her slender tongue from his ass, drawing a breathy mmmm from her partner as his ass slowly winked closed. She got up from her position and slid over to the device, grabbing the length in her hand. She locked eyes on him, her cheshire grin spread wider than Andy had ever since it. She wagged the length of the toy in Andy's face as she looked into his eyes. "Does little Sissy boy want me to put this on and fuck him in his little boycunt?"

Andy's snapped out of his reverie, his eyes expanding as what that meant dawned on him. He opened his mouth to protest but couldn't. An aftershock of her enthusiastic and ****-laced ass-eating shot up his spine, causing him to moan. His ass felt empty and his entire lower half burned as her saliva soaked into his lower colon. That was all the information she needed. She reached to her still-attached pants, working with the zipper and lifting them off of her wet lips. She was hornier than Andy had ever seen, she had soaked through the thin material so thoroughly, it looked like she peed herself. When she removed her thin black panties from her mons, several thick strands of drool connected her vulva to the material until each strand snapped away.

She stepped into the harness, the smooth black phallus sticking out of her crotch. The cock was a thin, smooth approximation of a cock. It was about 6 inches long and about an inch wide, with an anatomically correct head at the end. It curved upward at a slight angle, the perfect tool for touching the oversized prostate of a fat-assed sissy buttboy. The black straps dug into the back of her taut globes, lifting them up and accentuating their fullness.

Andy's strapped-up, ebony goddess stepped onto the bed and knee-walked over closer to her young charge, shoving the tool to his slacked jaw. She pressed the head against his pouty mouth. "Why don't you get this guy ready for your big ass. Practice for when you get a real cock to suck." Before Andy could stop himself, he leaned forward and took the tool into his mouth.