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filled with a sudden sense of longing and something else: power, raw power ebbing up from deep inside me. I hadn’t worn a cock before. What would it be like? I felt a surge of vitality roar up inside me. I was going to fuck this woman, really fuck her. Hard . I stepped back and quickly stepped into the harness, pulling it tight against my pussy and between my buttocks. The phallus felt heavy against my intimate parts, and outrageously large. I turned to glance at myself in the mirror, gasping when I saw it in profile. It looked totally strange and perverse in its size, brazen.
    “I look obscene,” I whispered to myself, a dart of sheer depravity flying around my veins.
    Martine moaned from the bed, reaching out for me, her gaze on the cock. Christ, this was so hot! I knelt down between Martine’s open legs and took a taste of her. She was so wet, and tasted so good, her nectar creamy and warm. She shuddered against my face when my tongue explored her. I had one hand on the cock, the other over one of her breasts. I captured the knotted skin between thumb and forefinger, rolling the steel barbell between my fingers. I was gratified to hear her moans growing louder. I lifted my head to suck on the other nipple, toying with the barbell with my tongue, moving my hips between hers. Martine looked down when I whispered her name. I guided her hand over the huge head, lubricating it with her wet fingers.
    “Oh yes, now,” Martine urged. I edged the massive head of the cock into the slippery entrance to her sex, angling my hips to accommodate the movement.
    “Oh, mon Dieu,” Martine cried out.
    I groaned. “Can you take more of it?”
    “Yes!” As if to confirm it, she grabbed the cock and hit a switch at its base. I gasped with shock when it started to vibrate, reverberating between us and sending a little jagged riff that went straight up into my clit.
    Oh my!
    I was wired, hugely aroused, and totally empowered. I looked down at the woman spread in front of me, all wet with sex and wanting. She was like a pool of liquid lust on the bed, bubbling up, ready to be brought off. A sense of sheer and absolute power filled my body. I pulled the base of the cock up against my clit, enjoying the weight and the vibrations there, where I was taut and pounding. The molded thing in my hands felt like a weapon and I jutted my hips forward, reaching and testing the tender succulent flesh of Martine’s hole. I worked my hips slowly, edging it inside. Martine’s hands flew up to the metal bed frame to brace her. She began to rock in time with my thrusts.
    “Oh yes, push hard,” she said. I raised up onto my arms, pushing the strap-on firmly against the resistance it met. She suddenly grabbed at my arms. Her hips bucked wildly. I leaned forward watching the reflection of our bodies in the mirror, the line of my breasts heaving as I moved back and forth between her thighs. It looked so hot. I was fucking her; I was fucking this hot glam-bitch with an enormous strap-on cock. My sex was on fire with arousal, the threat of another climax trembling right down into my hardworking thighs.
    “Oh, Kim, I like you lots!” she cried out, gasps of pleasure and laughter escaping her. Her neck arched up, her eyelids lowering. She was so close.
    “I like you lots too,” I replied, grinning, loving her foreign tongue, and thrust hard. She reached down to the juncture of our bodies, rubbing her clit. The fingers of her free hand fastened over my nipple, pinching me while she bucked up. The pinch shot through my body, wiring itself into the heat between my thighs, and I had to fight the urge to shout my pleasure aloud. I looked down at the bucking woman beneath me and grabbed the base of the cock, crushing my clit hard against it and sending us both right over the edge.

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    Non, je ne regrette rien. I hummed the old Edith Piaf number as I drove my Land Rover into its bay in the underground car park at HQ and stepped out, grabbing my