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the heading of inappropriate behaviour, but there was really no question of which would be considered more shocking, and that was the latter. Yet Morrison was right, I deserved what was coming to me.
    He was waiting for me in the bedroom, his stare more censorious than ever.
    ‘OK, OK, at least let me get ready. I know I need to be punished, but there’s no need to be so stern with me.’
    I swallowed down the last of my drink and went to sit on the bed. Morrison fitted the harness quite well, with his stumpy little legs sticking out to either side and his round belly already snug at the same fitting Charlie had used. I was going to have to tighten it up a bit, but first I needed to fit a dildo.
    ‘No, not that one, Morrison. I may have been a naughty girl, but I don’t deserve a cock up my bottom. Not the fingers either, for the same reason. You can give me a good fucking and be content with that.’
    With the dildo in place he looked gloriously obscene, just as I’d imagined him so many times before, with a huge black cock and a set of heavy balls protruding from between his legs. A few adjustments and the harness was firmly attached, with the dildo on the thrust setting I needed to get my fucking. Next I had to put myself in bondage.
    ‘Yes, I know I need to go in the wrist cuffs so you can hold me for my fucking. I’ll have to put the head harness on first though, and after that I won’t be able to talk to you, so you’ll just have to do your business. Fuck me hard, Morrison. Really punish me.’
    I picked up the head harness as I spoke, and slipped it on, taking the fat black rubber cock into my mouth and shutting myself up, which was a shame, because I love to talk dirty while I masturbate, but it had to be done. Now silent and shaking harder than ever, I strapped the wrist cuffs on and crawled into the exact centre of the bed, to kneel down with my face against the coverlet and my bum in the air.
    Morrison was behind, ready to mount me, and as I picked him up the huge black dildo slid in up my cunt with embarrassing ease. Fixing my wrist cuffs to the harness was tricky, but I got it done and could still reach the control, which I flicked to maximum. Immediately the fat black cock was thrusting into me, deep and hard, with the vibrator running to send powerful shivers through my body and make me gasp every time the wrinkly rubber balls squashed to my clit. I was going to come almost immediately and there was nothing I could do to stop myself.
    I struggled to focus, determined to get the best out of my orgasm as I thought of the state I was in, stark naked on my bed but for a cage of leather straps around my head that held a stubby black cock in my gaping mouth, my wrists strapped up tight behind my back with Morrison mounted on my upturned bottom. And he was fucking me, my own teddy bear, at last, his massive black cock thrusting in and out of my straining cunt and every touch of his balls to my clit bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm over which I had no control whatsoever.
    When it hit me I’d have screamed the place down if I hadn’t had my mouth plugged with the bulky dildo, and as it was I nearly bit through the thing. I couldn’t stop it either, my muscles jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy ran through me, to the point at which I thought I was going to pass out before I finally rolled to one side and fell off the bed to land in a tangled, sweaty heap on my bedroom floor with Morrison’s cock humping up and down in my bottom slit.

Chapter Five
    ‘Lucinda Salisbury, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.’
    I was, and it felt so good. In the space of two days I’d begged for sex from a shop girl, and got it, then put myself in bondage to be fucked by a giant black teddy bear. I’d woken to the memory of how utterly helpless I’d felt with my hands cuffed tight behind me and his huge cock pumping in my cunt. A few minutes later I’d come over the same dirty memory, spread out