Sadie’s Savage Strap-On Trick Fuck Rampage

Description: Deep in the gritty underbelly of the city where neon lights flickered like horny fireflies and the air reeked of cheap booze and fresh cum, there was this badass chick named Sadie, a total strap-on queen with a twisted mind full of dirty tricks. Sadie wasn't your average lesbian slut, she had that killer body with tits that bounced like they were begging to be grabbed and an ass so tight it could crack walnuts. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, always plotting the next fuckfest that would leave her victims panting and begging for more. This particular night, Sadie had her sights set on her latest conquest, a fiery redhead named Riley, who thought she was the top bitch in their kinky circle but had no clue about Sadie's strap on trick that was about to turn her world upside down. Riley strutted into the dimly lit bar like she owned the joint, her leather skirt hugging her curves and her boots clicking on the floor like warning shots. She spotted Sadie at the corner booth, smirking with that devilish grin, nursing a whiskey neat. "What's up, you filthy whore?" Riley teased, sliding in beside her, their thighs brushing in a way that sent sparks flying. Sadie leaned in close, her breath hot against Riley's ear, whispering, "Got a little game for you tonight, babe. Something that'll make your cunt throb harder than ever." Riley laughed it off, thinking it was just another night of their usual rough play, but Sadie had a strap-on trick up her sleeve that involved more than just pounding; it was a mindfuck masterpiece designed to break Riley's domme facade and turn her into a whimpering sub. They ditched the bar quick, heading back to Sadie's loft, a den of sin with walls lined in mirrors to catch every angle of the action and a bed that had seen more orgasms than a porn set. Sadie poured them shots of tequila, the liquid fire burning down their throats as they stripped down, clothes flying like confetti. Riley was aggressive as always, pushing Sadie against the wall, her hands roaming over those perfect tits, pinching nipples until they hardened like diamonds. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless," Riley growled, but Sadie just chuckled, her mind racing ahead to the strap on trick. She let Riley take the lead for a bit, moaning dramatically as fingers dipped into her wet pussy, teasing her clit with expert flicks that had her hips bucking. But Sadie wasn't one to stay down; she flipped the script with a swift move, pinning Riley to the bed, her strength surprising the redhead. "Not so fast, you cocky bitch," Sadie hissed, reaching into her nightstand for the star of the show, a massive purple strap-on that gleamed under the low lights. Riley's eyes widened, but she played it cool, "Bring it on, slut. I've taken bigger." Sadie strapped it on, the harness snug against her hips, the dildo standing proud and ready. Here's where the trick kicked in; Sadie had rigged the toy with a secret vibe function, one that she controlled with a hidden remote, turning what Riley thought was a standard fuck into a pulsating nightmare of pleasure overload. Sadie started slow, teasing the tip against Riley's slick entrance, circling her clit until the redhead was arching her back, begging for penetration. "Fuck me already, you tease!" Riley demanded, but Sadie just smiled, thrusting in deep with one smooth motion that made Riley gasp. The strap-on filled her completely, stretching her walls in that delicious way that blurred pain and bliss. Sadie pumped rhythmically, her hands gripping Riley's hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. Riley's moans filled the room, her body responding like a well-oiled machine, but then Sadie hit the remote, and the vibe kicked in low, a subtle buzz that made Riley's eyes roll back. "What the fuck is that?" Riley panted, her voice cracking as the vibrations intensified. Sadie feigned innocence, "Just my special strap on trick, babe. Thought you'd like a little extra kick." She ramped it up, the dildo pulsing inside Riley, hitting her G-spot with precision that had her screaming obscenities. "Oh shit, Sadie, that's cheating!" Riley cried, but her body betrayed her, juices flowing like a river as orgasm after orgasm crashed over her. Sadie didn't let up, flipping Riley onto her stomach, ass up, and pounding from behind, the strap-on delving deeper, the vibes now on high, making Riley's legs shake uncontrollably. The trick wasn't just the vibe; Sadie had more up her sleeve. She whispered filthy lies in Riley's ear, "Imagine if this was real cock, you dyke whore, bet you'd love it." Riley, lost in the haze, started fantasizing, her mind tricked into submission. Sadie pulled out abruptly, leaving Riley whining, then grabbed a blindfold, tying it tight. "Time for the real fun," she said, her voice dripping with dominance. Blindfolded, Riley couldn't see Sadie switch to a different attachment, a ridged one that promised even more intensity. Thrusting back in, the new texture scraped against Riley's sensitive walls, combined with the vibes, pushing her to the edge of sanity. Sadie rode her hard, alternating speeds, sometimes slow and teasing, other times fast and brutal. Riley's body was a mess of sweat and cum, her pussy clenching around the strap-on like it never wanted to let go. "Beg for it, you worthless cunt," Sadie commanded, and Riley did, her pride shattered. "Please, Sadie, fuck me harder, make me cum again!" The words spilled out, and Sadie obliged, hitting that remote to max, the vibrations turning the strap-on into a living beast inside her. Riley exploded, squirting all over the sheets, her screams echoing off the walls. But Sadie's strap on trick had layers; she wasn't done. She untied the blindfold, making Riley watch in the mirrors as she continued the assault, their reflections multiplying the erotic scene. Riley saw herself, face contorted in ecstasy, Sadie's powerful form dominating her completely. It was humiliating and hot as hell, the psychological trick sealing the deal. Sadie leaned down, biting Riley's neck, marking her as owned. "You're my bitch now," she growled, thrusting one last time before pulling out, leaving Riley a quivering pile. They lay there panting, Sadie's hand lazily stroking Riley's thigh. "That was fucked up," Riley admitted, but her smile said otherwise. Sadie laughed, "That's the beauty of my strap on trick, turns tough bitches into puddles." Riley rolled over, kissing Sadie fiercely, "Teach me how to do it." And just like that, the night turned into a tutorial, Sadie showing her the remote, the attachments, the mind games. They practiced on each other, strap-on swapping hands, vibes buzzing through the wee hours. Morning came with coffee and more fucking, Sadie strapping on again for a gentle round, no tricks this time, just pure connection. Riley moaned softly, her body still sensitive from the night before. "You're a genius, you kinky fuck," she whispered, cumming quietly in Sadie's arms. Sadie grinned, knowing her reputation would spread, more dykes lining up for a taste of her infamous strap on trick. Word got out in the lesbian underground, whispers in clubs about Sadie's savage ways. Chicks approached her, eyes hungry, "Heard about your trick, wanna try it on me?" Sadie picked and chose, always adding new twists, like incorporating ice or feathers for sensory overload. One night with a blonde bombshell named Tara, she used the trick with a double-ended strap-on, both ends vibrating, making them cum in sync, bodies fused in pleasure. Tara was a screamer, her voice hitting high notes as Sadie tricked her into thinking it was a one-way deal, then flipping the vibe on her end too. "Holy fuck, Sadie!" Tara yelped, grinding back, their clits rubbing through the harness. It was chaos, limbs tangled, moans blending, cum everywhere. Sadie loved the power, the control, how her strap on trick broke barriers and built addictions. Back with Riley, their thing evolved into a full-blown relationship, roles switching but Sadie's trick always the highlight. They'd roleplay, Riley pretending to be the innocent tricked into submission, Sadie the devious domme. "Fool me once," Riley would say, but she'd fall for it every time, loving the rush. Sadie started a blog anonymously, detailing her adventures, tagging it with lesbian strap-on stories and strapon domination erotica to draw in the crowds. Readers ate it up, commenting on how hot the sapphic strap-on sex sounded, begging for more. She described one session in vivid detail: "Pounded that bitch with my rigged toy, her pussy gripping like a vice as the vibes hit, turning her into a begging mess." The community buzzed, forums lighting up with discussions on lesbian femdom tricks and dyke strap-on revenge tales. Sadie smirked reading them, knowing she was the queen. She even hosted workshops in secret, teaching select dykes the art of the trick, strap-ons gleaming as they practiced on volunteers. One eager student, a brunette named Lexi, got the full treatment. Sadie tricked her with a blindfold and whispers, making her believe it was vanilla until the vibes kicked in. Lexi thrashed, "You sneaky cunt!" but came harder than ever, juices soaking the floor. "That's the power," Sadie said, unstrapping, "Mix deception with domination." Riley joined in, the two of them tag-teaming subs, strap-ons double-teaming pussies in erotic lesbian bondage scenarios. They'd tie chicks up, tease with fingers, then hit with the trick, vibes sending them over the edge. Moans filled the air, bodies writhing in hardcore strapon tales that became legend. Sadie reflected on her origins, how a bad breakup inspired the trick. Her ex had dominated her, but Sadie turned the tables one night, rigging the toy and flipping the power dynamic. It was revenge, sweet and sticky, leading to her mastery. Years passed, but the fire never dimmed. Sadie and Riley grew old together, still pulling out the strap-on for nostalgic fucks, the trick evolved with tech like app-controlled vibes. "Still got it, you old whore," Riley would tease, and Sadie would prove it, pounding away. Their legacy lived in stories shared online, lesbian submission fantasies inspired by Sadie's ingenuity. New generations discovered the thrill, searching for femdom strap-on play and lesbian erotic punishments. One young dyke messaged Sadie: "Your trick changed my life, made me embrace my dom side." Sadie replied, "Go forth and fuck, babe." In quiet moments, Sadie thanked her twisted mind for the strap on trick, the ultimate weapon in her arsenal of lust. It wasn't just sex; it was art, a symphony of moans and manipulations. And so the saga continued, Sadie forever the trickster, her strap-on ready for the next victim, pleasure guaranteed with a side of surprise. But the story didn't end there; Sadie expanded her repertoire, incorporating toys like nipple clamps synced to the vibes, turning the trick into a full-body experience. With Riley, they experimented, pushing limits in safe spaces, consent always king. One wild night, they invited Tara and Lexi back for a group session, strap-ons everywhere, tricks multiplying. Bodies piled in a heap, moans a chorus, cum a river. It was heaven for kinky souls. Sadie wrote it all down, her journal a treasure trove of filth, pages stained with memories. "Tricked another one today," she'd scrawl, detailing thrusts and screams. Friends envied their bond, asking for tips. "What's the secret?" Sadie would say, "A good strap-on and a better trick." They traveled, spreading the gospel in dyke bars worldwide, demonstrations leaving audiences wet and wanting. Back home, cozy nights turned hot with the flick of a switch, vibes humming, bodies humming along. Sadie's strap on trick became synonymous with ultimate pleasure, a rite of passage for any self-respecting lesbian. In the end, it was more than a gimmick; it was love, lust, and laughter wrapped in silicone and cunning. Forever the queen, Sadie reigned, her trick eternal.