She knew it would tear her if it kept going. It kept going. She felt a cramp and then her body opened and she took it all. She jumped when another vib...ator lay on her clit. This one didn’t move with the dildo. It pressed hard on her clit and hummed rapidly. The monster pulled back. It slowly thrust in and out. Each time she felt her body open as it drove deep. The machine clicked and the dildo inched deeper. It clicked on each of the next three cycles and each time it went deeper. And each time. Her only comment was, that she wondered if anybody had seen us - did she hope so?There were other times, when she really enjoyed being a slut. Unfortunately she would never admit it afterwards and this, together with the usual domestic squabbles eventually made me break up our relationship. After the break we continued being friends. Neither of us found any lasting relationships. Occasionally Sara would visit me and after chatting for a while she would suggest that we smoked a couple of joints.. She started to ride, slow at first. He couldn’t help but thrust back up at her, which is exactly what she wanted.She slammed down on him hard screaming, “I didn’t say you could do that.”“I’m so sorry mistress!”“Now sit still like a good boy and let me enjoy this.”“Yes mistress!”She resumed riding him, but hard and fast now. Her hand was now at his neck, choking him again. She rode him for a bit, but he started moaning, and she could feel he was nearing his end. She slowed down, and leaned. It was in a sketchy part of town, so I went during the day. It was just as she described, an old-looking laboratory-like place, with wide bottomed bottles lining the shelves. A tall dark-haired man with a top hat walked out from behind a set of dark bamboo curtains. He approached me and asked, “May I help you, madame?” in a deep voice, with an accent I couldn’t place.“My friend told me I could find this here.” I handed him the piece of paper. He looked at it, then he looked at me.