I [F] fucked my straight roommate [F] in the ass with a strap-on to punish her for teasing me[FF]

For a while, I lived with a roommate named Amelia. She was somewhat straight, but we developed a sort of arrangement, and I ended up hooking up with her a few times, and we grew really close. (You can read about the first time I fucked her with a strap-on [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hyx0ja/i_f_fucked_my_roommate_f_with_a_strapon_to_help/)). This is the story of the time I fucked her in the ass.

Quickly, she was blonde and skinny and modelesque, with tiny tits, a great ass, and big doe eyes. I was brunette at the time, with hair down to about my collarbone. I have average or so sized tits, but very perky, and decently big hips with a really big ass and a tiny waist. I’m a few inches taller than her. People say they like my face. I get Mary Elizabeth Winstead and Jennifer Connelly comparisons often.

Both of us had been single for a while now. I had hooked up with a dude from a club about a month ago and had been on a dry spell since. She went on a few tinder dates that petered out last month. Both of us were in a little slump. I had given in and re-downloaded tinder and had been chatting with this one guy for like a good bit. One Thursday he messaged asking if I wanted to come over and fuck. Really forward. I don’t really have a problem with that, but he had been so sweet, and I actually kinda wanted to get to know him. I responded that I’d be open to going out on a date this weekend.

No reply.

I was having a shitty day at work anyway (I was a personal shopper and it’s a fairly stressful job) and I got home that evening feeling awful. I had an evening shift the next day and was planning on getting really zapped on edibles and watching a kids movie. Amelia came home right as I was ordering on the Domino’s app. “Do you want pizza?”

“Are you doing a pizza and edibles night?” she asked. I think it was probably the fact that i was clearly topless with a blanket wrapped around me. Or maybe I only ordered pizza when I wanted to be high. I nodded. “Just for fun?” She asked.

“No, I just had a kinda shitty day, to be honest.” I told her about Stupid Tinder Boy. He wasn’t even that cool, but for some reason, I burst out crying in the middle of explaining what happened. She came over and cuddled up against me. I calmed down. “I feel so stupid for crying about this.”

“No, he was trying to use you. That’s shitty,” she assured me. She talked about some of the dates she went on last month that fizzled out. We determined that boys sucked and we didn’t need them, a fairly normal conclusion for crying girls to come to in my experience. I handed her the domino’s app so she could order with me.

“You’re gonna share edibles with me too, right?”

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Yes, yes, you have to! Peer pressure! I’m so sad! I need this!” I said, teasing.

“Fine.”

“Yay! Oh, it’s like a roll of sour gummy tape so we have to lady and the tramp it,” I said.

“Who’s the tramp?” she asked.

“Oh me, duh,” I shot back. She giggled, and I opened up my little cookie jar, grabbed it, and we each took an end in our mouths and ate to the middle together. We kept talking, legs interlinked, until the pizza arrived. After we each had a slice, it started to really kick in. “I was gonna put on a movie,” I said.

“I’m down with anything,” she said. I found Princess Bride streaming and asked if she liked it. “I’ve never seen this,” she said.

“What?” I was shocked. I decided that this was definitely what to watch and went ahead and started it. I was really high and was having trouble splitting my focus, so between eating my pizza and staring at Amelia, I missed most of the movie. I couldn’t tell what was the edible, and what was just me being really attracted to her.

I caught her stealing looks at me too. I was still topless and kept forgetting to cover with the blanket when I was leaning over for pizza. “You’re being really distracting,” she said.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” I said, almost crying.

“No I was complimenting you,” she giggled, adding, “I’m sorry, I’m really high.”

“Oh me too,” I said.

“I think we’re probably overdue for another hookup,” she said. My eyes widened. We hooked up a couple of months back, when I fucked her with a strap-on, and we talked about it a lot, and joked about more sex. We were definitely more free and open and sexual with each other afterward, but we both were trying to make some actual relationship stuff happen. So we hadn’t fucked again since then.

“I would be more than down. Strap again?” I asked.

“Oh totally. But can we go a lot harder this time?”

“Mmhmm” I kinda squealed out. I was over the moon. I immediately leaned over to her, blanket falling down again, and kissed her. She kissed me back and we did this for a sec, then I laid on her lap and we finished the movie and went to bed.

We spent all day on Friday texting ideas back and forth. We were both very clear that if we were gonna go with a more intense dynamic, we wanted to have very specific things that we were into and things that were a no go. We actually got pretty in-depth here, talking about what moves, touches, words, and everything we’re okay with. I’m not gonna go describe this conversation because I want what happens to be a surprise. But I think it’s only responsible to put forward that this was a scenario that we planned out together, had safewords for, etc.

And even moreover, this conversation was in and of itself so hot. She sent me some ideas that just reading made me feel like I was dropping on a swing, and I would feel my pussy swell, or my panties get wet. I was so incredibly excited about Saturday night when we had this planned for.

I went to work on Saturday, all dolled up like I had to be for my job, looking really good. It was a really fun, really feminine outfit. I couldn’t think straight all day. I got in the car and went ahead and slipped my panties off and slipped the strap on and it’s harness on, pulling my panties back on over, tucking it to the side. I drove home and parked. The walk from the car to the apartment felt especially long, trying to hide the bulge behind my purse, and between that and my excitement and how pretty I looked, my heart rate was through the roof when I went to open the door.

I walked through the door and was met by Amelia, wearing a red apron (actually it was my apron) and white pumps, with her hair beautiful and wavy and her lips bright red. She kissed me on the cheek, and asked, “How was your day honey?”

“Good,” I said, walking over to the couch. I put my feet up on the table, and she got down on her knees and took off my shoes for me, rubbing my feet and looking me in the eyes. She stood up.

“I have to get back to dinner,” she said and turned around to go into the kitchen. She had no clothes or underwear on at all underneath her apron, and I watched her ass sway back and forth into the kitchen. She’s so good at absolutely torturing me while being super submissive. She wanted to make sure I knew that she was the one in control right now.

She came back out with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She poured me a glass first, then poured one for herself. She got a sip or two in, then said, “Let me fix something.” She picked up a little dustpan and broom and went across the room and swept the edge of the floor where it met the TV stand, bending over completely, giving me a perfect view of her pussy from the back. It was glistening. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been fingering her self all day.

She came back and took a few sips. “Oh just a second,” she said and got down on her hands and knees, to sweep up the area right in front of me, her pussy right in front of my lap. We had talked about it, but she was taking this teasing so far, I could barely stand it.

She finally sat down next to me to finish her wine. I looked her dead in the eyes and sloshed a bit of my wine onto the floor and all over my feet. “Could you get that, honey?”

“Of course,” she said smiling. She started to the kitchen to grab a towel. Once she got back, she got on all fours again, this time looking at me.

“Why don’t you start with your mouth,” I said. She nodded and lapped at the floor, looking me in my eyes. “Good girl.” She wiped up some of the rest with the towel. “And what about all of this mess on me?” I said. She took my foot in her hand and started gently licking it clean, starting at the bottom. She got up to my toes and gently sucked on them, licked between them, and moved on to my other foot.

I have to admit, I specifically asked if she would be into feet stuff, and she said yes, totally to my surprise. But this whole scenario was her idea. She was definitely a more experienced sub than I was a dom. Like I’m dominant by nature, but she knew her way around this kind of play and definitely guided me. Not to mention she’s an actress, which really bumped all this kind of stuff up a notch.

“Honey, I think I’ve been a really good girl today,” she said, “and I was wondering if I could suck your cock.” Shivers shot through my body.

“Oh, you want to be a little whore?” I asked. She nodded. “Why don’t you ask very nicely.”

“Can I please suck your cock?”

“You don’t sound like you really want it,” I said.

“Oh please, please. I’m begging you. Please let me suck your cock. I just want to taste it. I need it. I need to feel it on my tongue. I need to taste your hot precum running down my throat. Please, I need it so bad. I’m begging you.”

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” I said. I pulled my panties down and my strap on cock peeked out of my dress. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes! So badly.”

“What do you say, you rude little cunt?” I said.

“Thank you! I’m so sorry, thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you.” She kept saying it as she licked around the head of my strap. Her lips wrapped around it and she started sucking on the head. She licked down the length of the whole shaft to get all wet, then opened her mouth and it seemed to just slide down her throat.

She was about two inches from the base when I grabbed her hair tight. I slammed her throat onto my cock the rest of the way, all the way down to fake balls on the bottom. I held her there for a while. “If you’re going to do it, do it right, slut,” I said as I let go. She licked her lips and looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. She nodded. I cockslapped her face with the strap, then said, “Bedroom.”

We got into the bedroom and she dropped her apron. I asked, “Did I say you could do that?”

“No.”

“No, I didn’t fucking think so. Disobedient bitch. Lay down.” She laid on the bed, spreading her legs. “Are you dumb? On your stomach.” She flipped over. “Keep quiet now.” I gave her a set of spankings. I had never spanked someone this hard before, but we practiced some while discussing to get a feel for it, and I totally trusted her. I really went for it. I could tell, even through her stifled little moans, she was loving it. Her ass got redder and redder, and after the last one she let out a giant moan into the mattress, and I felt that dropping-on-a-roller-coaster feeling. I was so wet by this point.

She flipped over and I leaned in to kiss her. I grew more and more aggressive, biting her lip, then shoving my finger into her mouth. She sucked on it for a while. I pulled it out. “I want you to finger me,” she said. I slapped her face, not hard, but not light. “I’m sorry. Can you please finger me?”

I slipped my wet finger inside of her gently, and rubbed against the top of her pussy, while my thumb brushed against her clit. After a while, I reached for the lube she had put on the bedside table. I got my fingers all lubed up and massaged around the rim of her asshole.

“Is this what you want?” I asked. She nodded. “Yeah, I bet, you dirty little cunt.” I slipped my finger inside her asshole. She clamped onto it tight but soon relaxed. I slipped in my second finger once she relaxed. She tightened again but slowly relaxed again. I pulled out after letting her ride my fingers for a while, and she reached for the lube. She lubed herself up, then gave my strap a sensual massage, completely covering it in lube.

“Can you please fuck me in the ass? Please? I’m such a dirty little slut. I’m just a stupid whore. I’m not good for anything else. I just want you to use me.” She got on her knees, face down ass up, and spread her cheeks apart.

I ran the head of the strap around her rim and taint for a second, then let the head slip in. She let out a groan and her whole body jerked. I went slower, slipping in the whole shaft, all the way down to the base. I stayed there for a while until she had relaxed and accepted it.

I thrust in and out, getting up to rhythm until it was easy to go fast. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back and thrust into her as hard as I could, over and over, like I was trying to stab into her. She let out a little scream each time.

I moved my hands to her hips and grabbed in, letting my nails dig into her skin. I threw her body onto me over and over. “You’re just a little hole. A sex toy for me to cum in,” I said. I thrust towards her as I pulled her in towards me, getting as deep as possible. “Arch your back, slut,” I barked out.

After a while, I pushed her hips into the mattress and laid on top of her, pinning her arms down, and thrusting into her ass deeper and deeper. As she’s whimpering into the pillow, I leaned down and growled into her ear, “You’re all mine.”

Eventually, I flipped her over, we re-lubed a little, then I started plowing into her with her legs over my shoulders, bending her in half. This is my favorite position, especially for anal, but I’m always on the receiving end. I started thrusting faster and faster. “You are such a perfect little hole,” I groaned out.

“Is it okay if I cum? Please?” she begged.

“Fine,” I said, “But look me in the eyes.” I grabbed her face and turned it towards me and looked dead into her eyes while she touched her clit. I kept thrusting, and it was only about half a minute before her leg started shaking. I got such a clear view of her gushing as she came. She moaned so loud, letting out everything she had been holding in until now.

Amelia cleaned up and I rolled over and slipped off my strap. I pulled my dress over my head and undid my bra. “You’ve been such a good girl,” I said. “You can play with my body as much as you want now.” She turned over and immediately stuck her face between my tits and kissed her way to one nipple, running her tongue in little circles around it, then moving to the other one.

She crawled up and kissed me, cupping my tits in her hands. She started gently squeezing and we made out. She shoved her tongue down my throat and straddled me, running her ass over my lap. Eventually, she crawled backwards and my knees came up in the air and I spread my legs.

She started licking my pussy, but by a few minutes in I was about to cum. “I’m close,” I said. She started sucking, like actually sucking, on my clit, and I felt my blood rush to it as she moved it in circles with her whole head. I ran my fingers through her hair and started cumming, practically convulsing. I felt cum drip down my taint onto my asshole, and looked down and saw Amelia smiling up at me.

She crawled up to me and we kissed for a second, then cuddled up. We cuddled for a long time. I told her that she was so amazing and beautiful, and reiterated how amazed I was at how adventurous and just great in bed she was. I think she’s probably the best match I’ve ever had, in terms of kinks and ability and willingness and experience.

After this time, we started hooking up more regularly, but for the most part without the strap. It came out on special occasions, and one time she even used it on me, but we mainly explored other avenues. Exploring together was perfect. I can’t wait to share more about it.

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