N Morley - Packing Heat - Femdom Strap-On Stories

She finally found the strap-on and its accompanying dildo on the third shelf of her closet, stuffed into a hat box full of dime-store porn. She was pretty sure she’d washed it last time she’d used it, but giving it a quick rinse was out of the question—Bill was still in the bathroom.

Luckily, her little ass-bitch was, in fact, stalling. That gave her the five minutes or so she needed to figure out the leather straps of the harness and get the frustratingly large dildo forced through the too-tight ring. When she looked at herself in the full-length mirror next to her bed, she made a confused face—was it supposed to fucking hang like that?

She heard the door of the bathroom opening and went to hop onto the bed, at the last moment remembering to dim the lights. The soft feel of faux leopard fur caressed her bare ass as she sank into the cheap mattress. She tried hard to affect a casual-looking posture, like she’d been relaxing there for hours waiting for some fine stud, preferably a lawyer, to come by and polish her knob.

She was out of breath, though, and couldn’t have looked casual if her life depended on it. Luckily, Bill didn’t barge in but knocked tentatively at the door. Simone had closed it when she was ransacking her room for the harness.

“Wait,” she said, taking a perverse pleasure at making him relax while she took deep breaths and tried to relax.

“Yes, Mistress,” came Bill’s small voice from the other side of the door.

“All right,” she said when she felt as properly situated as she was likely to get. “Come in, ass-bitch.”

Bill opened the door. All the frenzied searching and strap-buckling of the last few minutes vanished as Simone looked him up and down. He was naked, his cock still hard as a rock, pointing toward the ceiling much more than her dildo would have been if it hadn’t been laying against her belly.

What’s more, Bill’s eyes went wide as he saw the dildo, the size of it plainly troubling to him.

“What?” smiled Simone, her voice suddenly playful. “You beg me to fuck you and now you’re going to complain about how big my cock is? Come now, Bill, if a girl tried to pull that, do you know what her boyfriend would do?”

She didn’t even have to say the world—it was so politically incorrect for him to even think it, for her to imply it, that it gave an immediate boost to his cock. She could see it spasming slightly all the way across the room.

“Come over here,” she said. “And show me what a little bitch like you does to a nice big cock like this.”

Bill closed the bedroom door behind him—a good thing, because the walls here were paper thin and Simone fully intended to make a whole fucking lot of noise. Bill took tentative steps to the bed, his cock rising and falling slightly with the beat of his heart.

“Come on,” Simone said, teasingly cocking her finger. “Come hither, bitch. Show me what you do with a big fat cock.”

Bill clearly did not know what one did with a big fat cock. As he climbed onto the bed, Simone took him in her arms, and he gingerly wrapped his hand around it, like he was handling a dead rat.

“No,” she said patiently. “That’s not what a little fucking slut whore like you wants to do with a big fat fucking cock, is it, bitch?” She smiled sweetly, seeing the effect that the words had on Bill’s eyes. Something hungry pulsed in them, but it was when she took hold of his head and pushed him down to her crotch that she knew she’d found the right button.

Bill took the head of Simone’s cock into his mouth and began sucking it. Simone uttered a long, satisfied moan as she watched his mouth go gliding up and down on it. He could only take a third of it into his mouth, but the sight of him struggling to take more excited Simone enough to make her grab his hands and plant them on her breasts. He obediently pinched and rubbed her nipples as his head bobbed up and down in her lap.

“Deeper,” she said, and felt a wave of excitement building as he struggled with the head pushing against the back of his throat.

“Deeper,” she moaned softly, feeling the shudder of Bill’s body as he gagged. She loved that feeling herself, of being compelled to take cock as deep as it would go in her throat—so deep she gagged, so deep she choked. The last thing she wanted to do was choke Bill, though. But making him cry a little bit was still on the menu.

And as Bill struggled with his gag reflex, she achieved just that. Simone’s clit throbbed against the base of the dildo when she saw Bill’s eyes grow moist with gag-induced tears. She breathed hard and pushed his hands more firmly against her tits, encouraging him to pinch harder. But when the first tear leaked out of his mouth and ran down his cheek, dribbling warm and succulent onto Simone’s belly, she couldn’t wait any more.

She grabbed Bill’s hair and pulled him off her cock. Smiling, she kissed him.

“Ready to become my little whore?” she purred.

“No,” said Bill nervously, but the flash in his eyes told Simone everything she needed to know—that, and the fact that he had not yet said “rutabaga,” or even “marching band.”

She grabbed his arm and threw him bodily onto the bed, face down—something that would have been damn well impossible if Bill hadn’t been under her spell.

Simone knelt behind Bill on the full-size bed, running her hands up the backs of his thighs. “Lift your ass,” she growled. “Up on your knees, bitch. Face on the pillow.”

She realized after she said them that she had heard those exact same words, spoken by more than one lover with her in Bill’s position. What the hell? They worked.

Parting Bill’s cheeks with her thumbs, she saw the tight pink hole she was about to ravage. The sight of it made her hungry.

“Get me the lube,” she told him. “It’s in the nightstand.”

The “nightstand” was actually a plastic office caddy, but Bill got the idea. He found the tube of thick lubricant, his hands shaking as he nervously handed it down to Simone.

A thick dollop of lube made him gasp with the coldness as she caressed his asshole with her thumb. She stroked him in small circles as she felt him relaxing, the tension going out of his ass as he gave himself up to what was to happen.

She slipped first one finger—her middle—then two—middle and index—into Bill’s ass. He grunted and pushed back against her. She added more lube and fucked him some more. Bill shivered and ground his hips against the bed. “Up!” she snapped. “Up on your knees. Face in the pillow. Hands at your sides.”

Bill obeyed; Simone adored this position. It made one look so small and vulnerable. Of course, it was usually her in this position, but that only turned her on more. She growled “Higher!” and Bill obediently raised his ass as far as he could while Simone’s lubed fingers slid deeper into his ass, taking their time, opening him up. She added a third finger, with just a tad more lube, and Bill began to gasp obscenities.

She spanked him again, never taking her other hand out of his ass. “I’ll tell you when to curse, bitch!” she barked. “I’ll tell you when to fucking curse, and right now all you do is fucking moan and fucking whimper, you got that?”

Bill nodded, complying with both instructions as he wriggled and pushed against Simone’s hand, his hips working rhythmically. She got all three fingers in deeper, adding lube. The feel of his ass, tight and virgin around her fingers, had her so wet she could feel the moisture dripping down her thighs.

As she fingered his ass, Simone reached between his legs and felt his cock. Still hard—if anything, harder than ever. He moaned as she stroked his cock.

“You like that, bitch?” she purred. “You like having your fucking ass plowed while I fuckin’ jerk your cock, bitch?”