N Morley: Packing Heat: Femdom Strap-On Stories

But that’s not what she says this time. A whispered word goes quickly between them—Trina and Emily. Or maybe it’s not quite a whisper. Sort of a moan, nice and low, sort of sexy . Almost loud enough for me to catch, but not quite. Something about “Handjob.”

My eyes roll back in my head as Emily slides off the bed, the metal frame creaking, the springs going Bounce! as she makes her way behind me, and I try to pull back. She won’t let me; Emily has her hand on my head and is pushing my face into Trina’s asshole, holding me in place while she reaches down and slides her slim, perfect tomboy hand over my cock.

She gets a good grip and puts her lips to my ear; her breath is warm as she tells me:

“It’s all right, little ass-licker. Give it up. You were doomed from the—”

And that’s all I hear, because Trina is moaning at the top of her lungs, climaxing hard as Emily strokes me off. Em doesn’t even “jerk” me, exactly; she doesn’t even have to. It’s just a series of gentle caresses, up and down my shaft, barely even touching me.

I see stars as I jizz, my whole naked body shuddering as Emily seizes my balls and pulls ; whether it makes me come harder or spoils my climax entirely, I don’t even know… because my mind is as blown as my load.

I just keep licking Trina’s asshole as my girlfriend howls at the top of her lungs—not even caring that all of her friends can probably hear us. Her asshole tightens and clenches against my tongue; her pussy, too, around my fingers. I hold on tight and keep the vibe on full and my fingers against that spot she likes. I get her off obediently, like I’ve done for two months… and then it hits me.

The bed isn’t very big, but Em’s a petite chick, and Trina doesn’t mind me on top of her. Turns out neither does Em, especially when Trina takes me in her arms and purrs, “You came before the deadline, baby. Sorry. You know what that means…”

Yes, I know what that means. So does Trina. As to whether Emily does, or she needs to be told, or this was planned all along—maybe even before Trina made her “indecent proposal,” I’ll have to wait to find out. Emily’s giving nothing away, other than that whatever the fuck is happening, she likes it .

I look in her grey-hazel eyes and try to suss her out. Have I been set up or just played with?

Emily’s not telling. The little tomboy stares at me enigmatically, half a smirk on her pale pink thin tomboy lips, and a lazy sexy curve to her pierced tongue as the smirk breaks into a broad, evil smile.

There’s an argument ahead, if I choose to make it. Trina wasn’t the one who jacked me off, of course. That technically means, I suppose, that my ass is hers, but that really seems like sticking to the letter of the agreement, in strict contravention of its spirit.

Whether Trina concedes that point, I plan to find out later. After all, it’s impolite to argue in front of company.

And Emily looks as happy as Trina when, after Trina says again:

“You know what that means, baby?”

I don’t throw a fit. I just swallow and nod.

“I know what that means, Ma’am,” I say.

Em looks from Trina to me and then back again.

“Ma’am? This is even more fun than I thought.”

Trina’s eyes go from Emily’s face to Emily’s bunk—where she’s got her gym bag stashed. Em gets the picture immediately. How those two always communicate without words, I’ll never know. They’re sort of orgasm-psychics.

Inside Em’s gym bag there’s a thing with straps and buckles and…

…well, let’s just say I didn’t have to wait another two months for another orgasm.

Sometimes losing the Tahoe Tease is even better than winning.

I knelt on the bed, my ass in the air, my hard cock throbbing in my hand. I was on my knees and elbows, my freshly-shaved ass-cheeks presented for the woman who was about to deflower me. Who was about to take the last virginity I possessed. Who would enter my body, taking from me whatever little innocence remained. I was about to be fucked in the ass by a woman.

My wife Tricia entered the room, looking more beautiful than ever with the black leather harness strapped to her body and the enormous flesh-colored rubber cock jutting out and precisely the correct angle to penetrate my ass.

We had picked the harness out together not two hours ago at Stormy Leather, a sex-toy shop downtown. But the dildo was all Tricia’s doing, and it looked much bigger than I would have selected. Even so, I trusted my wife—despite the quivering fear which rose in my stomach when I looked at the dildo’s hard length sticking out of her body like a real dick.

It had all begun as part of a deal: I had wanted to try anal sex, and Tricia, though an accomplished sexual adventure, had never been fucked in the ass. It was not something that interested her, but the fantasy kept returning to me every time I looked at that tight, glorious ass of Tricia’s. I continued to bring it up, and she continued to decline the invitation to part her cheeks for my hard shaft. Until one day, she had made the proposition.

“If you agree to let me fuck you up the ass,” said Tricia, smiling, “then I’ll let you do it to me. But I get to fuck you in the ass first. Once you take it from me, then you can have me whatever way you want.”

“How do you mean, fuck me up the ass?”

“We’ll get one of those strap-on harnesses that holds a dildo,” she said mischievously. “The dildo will be the size of my choosing.”

The idea of having something in my ass was, frankly, disgusting to me. I had resisted, complained, argued. But the draw of Tricia’s tight, firm buns proved too intense, and finally I agreed to accept my wife’s cock into my ass.

But she had insisted I be shaved, first. She wanted to see my ass-cheeks shaved and parted around her cock.

Tricia approached behind me, leaning down to place her mouth between my cheeks. I moaned as she began to tongue my tight opening. The sensations were intense; at first I was frightened, but then it began to feel better and better. My cock seethed as I stroked it. Tricia licked deeper. The tip of her middle finger, well-lubricated, was teasing my opening. I gasped as I felt it penetrating me; she gave me her finger slowly and tenderly, and the first fears I had were beginning to melt away. My ass stung for a second as she gave me two fingers; then, almost without knowing I was doing it, I was pushing back onto her, eagerly inviting her in to my ass. She gave me three fingers, and I felt about ready to explode. Then, her fingers left my ass, and I felt empty—but never fear. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw Tricia stroking her cock up and down until it was glistening with lubricant.

Slowly, tenderly, my wife began to penetrate my ass with her hard cock. My ass seemed resistant at first to accepting the thickness of the enormous cockhead. But I breathed slowly and Tricia followed the patterns of my body—finally working the head so that it popped in smoothly, accompanied by a surge of sensation and fear throughout my body—and then a delicious sensation as Tricia sank into me, her cock penetrating me until the rubber, sculpted balls were pressed against my own balls.

Slowly, Tricia began to fuck me in the ass, stroking her cock in and out as I pumped my own hard meat. The sensations were so new I didn’t sense my orgasm coming until it was upon me—groaning, I shot my load all over my hand and the bedspread. Tricia laughed, continuing to fuck me slowly as the sensations mounted and my cock dwindled.

“Delightful to be on the business end of one of these, isn’t it?” cooed Tricia hungrily.

I could only moan in agreement as my wife mercilessly plumbed the depths of my ass, thrusting again and again and again into me.