That got me going, the tear ductsstarted to fill But I had still not seen the dress one me, other thantrying to look down at it. I looked at the thr...e women circling me andasked If I could see the dress yet. Lauren and Sarah blushed a bit as Ibrought them out of their technical discussion."Pardon us Alexa" Ophelia said as kind as could be. "We do tend tobecome a bit insular in our thoughts when looking at our designs. Wouldyou like to see the dress?" I nodded more than enthusiastically. . I feel his blunt cock head slip between my cheeks. I let out a deep moan,knowing that I am going to ride this massive cock. I feel the familiarsensation of lube being applied to my ass, and think to myself, " this guyis prepare, and I am going to get split in half." Quickly pushing that outof my mind I decided my need to get fucked outweighed my fear of the pain.I slowly sank down on his massive cock, feeling the bluntness of the headand drawing a deep breath. As the head popped through my ass. My balls bounced off her pussy time and again. Every time my cock hit its end, Megan screamed. I didn’t realise it at the time, but every time that happened Megan experienced an orgasm. Megan eventually stopped pushing back at me, but I continued to fuck into her. The words she used were not becoming of her, but they were becoming of a woman that was being thoroughly used and loving it. “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck,” she panted with each breath; each time getting louder. I heard the bedroom door click. I won't mention which site. It matters little. At any rate I began conversing with a man who had sent me an email on the site with a photo of his cock and balls. The subject line was 'Hi Slut!" and the body of the message was equally blunt."I am in need of a slave to serve my needs. You may apply for the position."It got my heart racing and my cock swelling. I am sure the bluntness of the message was what prompted me to reply to him. You see I have had submissive experiences before, a long time.