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N Morley: Packing Heat: Femdom Strap-On Stories

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This collection of hardcore strap-on stories will leave fans of Femdom begging Mistress for more. Best-selling erotic anthologist and author N.T. Morley has collected seven hard-hitting strap-on stories sure to please fans of Female Domination. This anthology includes strap-on anal sex, Female Domination, male submission, cross-dressing, oral sex, erotic denial and other forms of bondage, domination, submission, sadism and masochism. Do not read it if you find such topics offensive.

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Bill held her as she shuddered all over, her cunt still spasming from her orgasm.

“I’m your little ass bitch,” he said softly, with a weird kind of smile in his voice.

She didn’t even look up to see if Bill was smiling for real.

“Yeah,” Simone breathed. “You’re telling me.”

Old Friends

by Dexter Cunningham

“Are you excited to finally meet Gina?” asked Brooke.

“Yeah,” I said, not sounding very convincing.

“I’m sure you two will hit it off,” said my wife, beaming broadly. There was the faintest hint of mischief in her look, and I wondered what was going on in her head. Then Gina walked off the plane, and my eyes went wide.

Of course, I’d seen pictures of my wife’s best friend from college. Early in our relationship, Brooke had subjected me to every last snapshot, leading me through her big books of photos in that way new girlfriends sometimes do. I’d seen pictures of Brooke and Gina frolicking on the beach, bikini-clad; grinning together at Disneyland, wearing mouse ears; and drinking fruit drinks together at frat parties. Through it all, I’d acknowledged in my own mind that Gina was attractive. But of course I’d been much too politic to say that to my new girlfriend, who had later become my wife.

Now, however, I couldn’t disguise the shock and admiration that flooded me. It was all I could do to keep my tongue in my mouth.

Gina was gorgeous. Some girls blossom after college, I guess. Her fine, Italian features were framed by a magnificent mane of jet-black hair and punctuated with small horn-rimmed glasses that gave her the bookish look I find so sexy. With her, though, she was more female executive than librarian. That fit with what I knew about Gina: She was an advertising analyst with an MBA, successful at her job and dedicated enough that even at twenty-eight she remained single.

But what floored me wasn’t just her beautiful face, full kissable lips or the rich glow of her olive-tan skin. It was the way her body looked under that tight, flattering business suit, all executive chic. Gina was built, the curves of her large breasts and full hips looking so much a contrast to Brooke’s wispy, slender form and angular bone structure. Both were incredibly sexy, but I guess I was so surprised to see Gina looking like such a sexpot that I couldn’t hide my sudden, unexpected attraction.

“See?” said Brooke with a wicked smile. “I knew you two would hit it off.”

“Bubby!” shrieked Gina like a schoolgirl, using Brooke’s college nickname. The two girls squealed as they rushed together, hugging excitedly. I couldn’t help but notice the familiar way my wife let her hands rest on Gina’s hip, nor the fact that they kissed on the lips—more than once.

“You must be Bob,” said Gina, extending her hand.

“Gina,” I said. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Just the good stuff, I hope,” said Gina.

Brooke hugged her close and kissed Gina on the side of the face. “With Gina,” she cooed, “there’s only good stuff to tell.”

“Stop!” giggled Gina, and I reached for her bags.

#

For the next three days, I was all but forgotten as Gina and Brooke shared recollections of their wild and crazy college days. They stayed up late drinking wine and giggling, and I found myself sleeping alone. Brooke had taken the week off work, and while I was gone during the day the two of them cruised the city, which Gina had never visited before. Brooke showed Gina all of our favorite haunts, and by mid-week I was feeling vaguely neglected.

Worse, though, Gina had proven to be pretty casual about making the house her own. She was sleeping on the couch, which created a few embarrassing moments. As I left for work early one morning I saw that the blanket on the couch had come down below Gina’s magnificent D-cup breasts, so different than Brooke’s firm B-cups. I could see the outline of them clearly under the damp cotton, her nipples firm and evident underneath. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed softly in her sleep. I stopped dead in my tracks and stood there, staring, my cock stirring in my pants.

After a minute of that, Gina opened her eyes. “Hi,” she said, her voice sexy and flirtatious. She didn’t move to cover her breasts.

I looked away nervously and said “Good morning” rather crisply. Then I hurried out the apartment door. As I stole a glance back at Gina, I saw that she was watching me, a smile on those full, lush Italian lips.

#

But nothing prepared me for what happened when I came home early from work that Friday. As I walked in the front door of our apartment, leafing through a stack of bills from the mailbox, I stopped and listened.

There was moaning coming from the bedroom. I recognized Brooke’s moans right away—after all, I’d made her utter them often enough. And it didn’t take long for me to figure out that the second set of whimpers, moans and grunts belonged to Gina.

I dropped the bills on the floor and walked softly to the door of the bedroom, which they’d left open.

There, sprawled on the bed, were my wife and her old friend, stark naked and locked passionately in a sixty-nine.

Gina was on top, her lower body pointed toward me, her gorgeous ass looking inviting and delicious. Her legs were spread wide around my wife’s face, and Brooke was eagerly eating her old friend’s pussy while Gina humped eagerly up and down. Brooke’s legs, too, were spread wide around Gina’s face, and the old friend seemed to be giving as good as she got. Their hands roved all over each other’s naked bodies, caressing as they ate each other out.

The room reeked of sex, telling me that they’d probably been at this all day. Their clothes lay scattered across the floor, as if they’d doffed them urgently, unable to wait to get each other into bed. Our bed. My wife was making love with a woman in that bed, right in front of my eyes.

I felt my cock begin to stir, growing quickly hard until it throbbed painfully as I watched. My cock swelled as quickly as my anger.

I don’t know if I shifted or moved my feet, or if Brooke just sensed I was there. But she turned her head and looked back at me, her eyes wide in shock.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Bob…”

I grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door shut. I turned to leave the apartment.

Brooke caught up with me on the landing outside, still stark naked. She grabbed me and said “I’m so sorry,” embracing me.

“You’re standing here naked like a whore,” I growled, my anger rising as I saw my wife’s body glistening with the sweat Gina had coaxed out of her. “Like a fucking whore.”

“I… I’m sorry,” said Brooke, reddening deeper. “She… she came onto me. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

I felt my anger flaring, exploding into flames. “You bring a fucking slut into our house and then act surprised when she tumbles you into bed. Don’t be a fucking idiot, Brooke.”

“There’s no need to be a bastard about it,” snapped Gina. She looked around, realizing that the neighbors could probably see her, standing there, naked. “When you’re ready to talk about this, come back in the house.”

She went back into the apartment. I chased after her and grabbed her shoulders from behind, pushing her onto the couch. She stumbled and fell, shrieking.

“Bob, you’re being such a prick about this. It’s really not that big a deal.”

“Not that big a deal, is it?”

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