Strap-on dildo

Abbie stared nervously at the elderly Russian.

“You like that? Dah?” enquired Mrs Johnson, tugging lightly on the chain.

Abbie felt a painful, but not unpleasant, sting on her nipples as the clamps bit into her tender flesh.

“M-mrs Johnson,” she began, “I’m not sure…”

“Call me Natasha,” the old lady murmured.

“O-okay.”

Natasha Johnson lowered her face to Abbie’s breasts. She dropped soft kisses on the top of them, where they were most responsive. Abbie sighed her appreciation. Then the old lady ran her tongue along the chain that connected the teenager’s breasts, taking pleasure in the metallic taste. When she had gone from one side, to the other and back to the middle, she quietly gripped the chain in her teeth and slowly straightened.

Abbie gasped as the harsh metal clamps tugging on her tender nipples lifted her heavy breasts.

“Now,” began Natasha Johnson in a low growl, “reach down and tell me what you find.”

Obediently, the eighteen year old reached down cautiously with one hand. As her hand reached a point just above waist height, a hard rubbery material impeded its way. It was long and round and had a familiar veined pattern. Abbie started in shock and immediately wished she hadn’t.

“Dah, you have found it,” said the red-haired old Russian, without waiting for Abbie to speak. “Now, by your side, you will find a bottle,” she continued speaking, the chain still between her teeth, “squeeze it over my rubber cock, then rub it in with your hand.”

Abbie did so. As she massaged the false cock with lubricant, she became aware that the elderly Russian was also busy at waist level, unbuttoning the teenager’s blue jeans. No wonder she had the chain in her teeth. She wanted to keep her hands free!

At length, Abbie felt the jeans pushed down her thighs. Then an intrusive finger slid inside her panties and parted her thick pubes to feel her wetness.

“Take them off,” commanded the Russian through gritted teeth.

Abbie stopped massaging the dildo and hurried to comply. She found it hard going, as she could bend, because the elderly Russian was keeping her breasts held resolutely at neck height.

Finally, with much kicking and many painful twinges through her breasts, Abbie managed to consign her jeans and panties to the floor.

Instantly, Natasha Johnson began walking forward. Abbie had **** but to walk backwards… towards the bed. Before long, she felt the soft quilt blanket tickling the backs of her thighs.

Mrs Johnson let the chain and Abbie’s breasts drop from her mouth. Then without ceremony, she pushed the teenager onto her back on the bed. As Abbie dizzily tried to sit up, the slender old lady drove the strap-on dildo into the teenager’s moist hole. Abbie gasped in shock, but she had no time to adjust, as the old Russian began thrusting the freshly lubed cock in and out of her unready flesh. Dazed, Abbie observed the way the old womans generous breasts jiggled at each thrust of the dildo, as the old lady stood by the side of the bed, **** her tender pussy. Her own treacherous breasts mimicked those of her tormenter.

Mrs Johnson observed them too and soon grabbed hold of the chain again. Now with every thrust of the strap-on, she yanked on Abbies tits, lifting them up with a painful wrench. Painful… but stimulating, Abbie was ashamed to admit. With each painful wrench, the teenager found herself nearing her climax. Soon grunts of pain turned to gasps of pleasure, then screams of delight. Abbie shook as her whole body was suffused by a shuddering orgasm. At length, she lay back on the bed, sweaty and gasping with pleasure. Thankfully Mrs Johnson had ceased her thrusts by this point.

“You want cigarette?” inquired the red-headed Russian, lighting one up for herself.

Abbie shook her head, trying to compose herself. Suddenly she was filled with self-doubt. Here she was naked in bed with one of the residents (who had a rubber cock on her lap) and it was only her first morning. What if somebody had heard her lustful moans? What would she say?

Abbie gave herself five minutes to try to calm down, then she retrieved her clothes from the floor, all the time watched by the lustful Russian. Finally, Abbie was dressed. She excused herself and prepared to continue her rounds.