Fun And Games With Darcina and Eric - [P]

Taking several steps back, Darcina stared into Eric's eyes as she reached up behind her neck. She undid the clasp, letting her elaborate halter fall away from her torso with a rustling of the exotic fabric. Her breasts were breath-taking. Large. Pendulous. Perfectly pear-shaped with pale pink nipples in the center of those soft globes.

Her skirt was next. She shoved it down past her trim hips, letting it fall around her sandal-clad feet and stepping out of it. She wore the smallest of bottoms. A mere triangle with strings that just barely covered the slit and clitoris of her pussy.

Instinctively Eric tugged at his restraints, desiring to get hold of the lanky vision of loveliness. Somehow, that tiny piece of fabric covering her crotch made her appear more naked than if she was wearing nothing at all. Calmly she meandered around behind him. He did not bother pleading with her to release him, he already knew what her answer would be.

"Lift up your hips," she told him matter-of-factly, in a tone of someone used to having her words obeyed. Eric complied, knowing full-well that she was going to unfasten his pants and pull them down around his knees. Which is precisely what she did. When he went to lower himself back down, he scooted further to the end of the padded, leather covered beam. The links of the cuffs securing his wrists and ankles provided him some freedom of movement. Not much, but some.

He heard her rummaging around on the bench and when she returned to the front of the 'horse', she was holding a tube of lubricant and a butt-plug in one hand, a ball-gag in the other. She asked him, "Know what these are?"

When he nodded his head, too overwhelmed to speak, she smirked, "I thought you would."

Without being told, he opened his jaws wide so that she could put the red rubber ball in his mouth and then buckle the two straps behind his head. Again strolling in that maddening fashion-model gait of hers, she once more circled the horse and the bound young Solar Guard Officer. By turning his head, he could watch the mesmerising sway of her naked buttocks. So firm and rounded.

When he lost sight of her, he turned his head to face forward and waited. But not for long. He felt his left buttock being pulled to the side followed by a large, cool glob of the lubricating gel landing directly on his exposed anus. His head jerked back and he sucked in his breath noisily from the frigidity of it.

"Cold?" she asked cheerfully as she spread the lube around his tight pucker. He could only grunt and nod in reply. But soon his body jerked as he felt the tapered end of the butt-plug being pushed into his sphincter. Exhaling and inhaling rapidily, he tried to **** himself to relax. Tensing up just made it worse.

She slid the plug part the way in, then pulled it back. Then pushed it forward again, her wrist twisting all the time she was playing with his asshole. Despite the humiliation he was feeling, he was also feeling arousal. Darcina noticed it as well, for she wiped a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his erection.

Going ahead and shoving the spear-head shaped rubber plug all the way up his ass, she returned to the front of the horse. Standing far enough away that he could see her whole body, she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one leg. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" she asked. "By a girl, I mean."

When he closed his eyes and slowly nodded his head, his face actually blushing red, she snickered. "I thought that you had."

Again she left his field of vision and was gone for several minutes. When she returned, she was wearing a leather harness strapped around her waist, the two back straps hugging her buttocks as they ran up to hook onto the sides of the waist strap. The metal O-ring in front was holding a large, but realistic-sized pink rubber dildo. She was stroking the dildo with her fist, as if jerking off, while once more staring into his eyes. His eyes filled with competing emotions of embarrassment, dread, and desire. As she pumped the dildo with her hand full of lubricating gel, she again smirked at him. Unless she was mistaken, the desire part was winning out.

Eric listened to the sound of Darcina's sandals on the concrete floor as she returned to the rear of the horse. He had a feeling of relief when she pulled the butt-plug from his anus. But as he lay there gasping, drool dripping from around the rubber ball in his mouth, he felt the tip of the rubber cock touching his backdoor. Lifting his head and trying to relax his lower body, he awaited for the anticipated intrusion.

The ball-gag muffled his groans as Darcina slowly, deliberately, patiently pushed the dildo further and further up his ass. He thrashed his head from side-to-side, thinking the length of the fake phallus would never end. Thinking that there was no way he could take it all.

But then he felt the cold metal of the O-ring touching his flesh and he knew the statuesque blonde had fully penetrated him. Had impaled him on her pseudo-prick. Digging her nails into his skin as she gripped his hips, the daughter of the High Advisor to the Council of Ardana called out, "Alright, Spacer, are you ready to ride?"

He wasn't. Not really. He never was, but he nodded his head anyway and Darcina began hunching her pelvis. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. She could hear him grunting and groaning as she ravaged his asshole. Butt-fucking him like the bent-over bitch that he was. He tried to cry out. Tried to beg for a pause, no matter how brief. But the gag prevented all of that. And he just had to lie there bound to the bench while she tore into him.

At one point, Darcina happened to glance down, and saw that there was a small pool of clear liquid. Pre-cum that was steadily leaking from the tip of his engorged cock. Eric felt like he was harder than he had ever been in his life.

Sweat glistened on Darcina's bare skin and her hairdo, so elaborately arranged, worked its way loose and tumbled down around her shoulders and across her face. She used one hand to wipe the stray locks from her face as she continued to stand there with bent knees, pile-driving that pink dildo in and out of Eric's widely stretched ass.

His moans blended into a never-ending stream, and his hips started rotating in rhythm with her thrusting. Laughing at what was happening, she leaned forward, reached around and grabbed his erection. Her boy-toy groaned louder and began humping her fist. She could have held her hand steady and let him get himself off by fucking her clenched hand.

But she didn't. Darcina jerked furiously on Eric's pole. Trying to milk his cum out. She felt it throbbing and twitching in her hand and then there was great globs of hot molten sperm spewing from the tip. Splattering to the floor. Eric's hips bucked and jerk uncontrollably as he emptied out his heavy load.

When his movements ceased and his whole body went limp, Darcina slowed her stroking. Just giving his shrinking shaft a few last tugs to make sure all the cum was out.

Releasing his now limp dick, she walked back to the front of the horse and pulled the ball from his mouth, letting it dangle down like a necklace. She kissed him. And again. Before asking, "How was that?"

He could only weakly nod. Thoroughly drained. Exhausted.

Looking around the room, Darcina said, "We need to get dressed and put in an appearance before they start wondering what happened to us." Touching her hands to the sides of her head, she exclaimed, "Damn! I don't know what I am going to do about my hair."