Olivia asked, "Finally ready to cum, our slut?"

"Oh God yes," I answered, my need to come overpowering after all this humiliation, fucking, serving and teasing.

Olivia joined me on the couch with a ten inch strap-on, bigger than anything else I had ever had in my cunt or ass. She grabbed my legs and pushed them backwards towards my shoulders before instructing me, "Hold your ankles and don't you dare fucking let go."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, grabbing my ankles, thankful for all the years of gymnastics.

Olivia moved on top of me and slid the massive cock into my dripping cunt.

"Oh yeeeeees, fuck your British slut," I...