Message-ID: <21142asstr$942495001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: bpri563419@aol.com (BPri563419) X-Post-Date: 27 Oct 1999 19:09:33 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Strap-On Story, Femdom, Rom X-Original-Message-ID: <19991027150933.14646.00001595@ng-cr1.aol.com> X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -12 Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 07:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Strap-On Fantasy Interludes 2. (WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual variations that may not appeal to all people and is not intended for anyone under 18 or who is offended by unusual sexual practices. If you are under 18 or are offended by such practices, do not read further.) AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy. Real couples may engage is some or all of these activities, but this story is principally written to explore the thoughts and feelings that may cause some individuals to choose alternative sexual activities. (If you enjoyed this story and would like to see more like this, reply on this board or e-mail me at BPri563419@aol.com.) Brad looked into Sally's eyes with a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and lust. His wife, Sally, and he were going to carry out one of his fantasies tonight. They had made a bargain. Brad had come home from work by 5:45 every night for a month. He had planned a "date" for the couple every weekend for that month. And he wasn't to give her a really hard time about anything they disagreed about. Once he had done that, Sally had given him permission to plan this night. She gave him permission to order a harness for the dildo that they had had for years. When she found out that it cost $50, she had made him "earn" that money by giving her back rubs and doing extra chores around the house. He begged her to let him order the harness first and earn the money later, but she decided it would be better for his "discipline" if she insisted on his waiting until he had the money in hand. Then they had had to wait several days for the harness to come by parcel post, since express delivery would have cost so much more. Sally was delighted with the results of their bargain so far. Making Brad earn this night and wait for it had worked a remarkable change in him. He had become extremely attentive over the past 6 weeks, both sexually and otherwise. He seemed horny all the time: he couldn't get enough of snuggling her in bed, squeezing her through the day, and fucking her at night. Her own sex drive wasn't as high as his and she put him off to every 2 to 3 days, but it didn't seem to make Brad mad. Luckily she loved for him to stroke and massage her as much as he wanted, and that seemed to satisfy him somewhat, so she drifted off to sleep every night with his caressing her back and bottom. When she did want sex, he was an animal since they had struck their bargain. He stroked her thighs and calves, suckled her tits, and ate her pussy like he'd been on a desert island for a year. When she had climaxed he sometimes asked her to finger-fuck his bottom while he continued to savor the juices of her puss. He would groan with ecstasy as her fingers opened him up and rubbed up against his prostate. He would urge her to probe him deeper, faster, and harder, while his throbbing cock drooled precum from his excitement. One time he came in this position, spewing cum on her belly, because he couldn't bear to stop the feelings from her fingers in his ass. Most times he would use this as foreplay and would switch to fucking her wildly, coming with groans. Since they had made their bargain, Brad had been kept on a new level of excitement by the idea that Sally was going to make one of his fantasies come true. He was counting the days like waiting for Christmas. Their bargain fit into his fantasies about being a submissive sex slave, so when he was doing Sally's bidding, he would think of her as his dominating Mistress. During sex his mind played exciting images of what was to come and his heart was filled with love for Sally that she would accept his needs and help him fulfill them. He was horny most of the time for the whole month and a half. Finally the harness had come in the mail and tonight was the night. They had lit a candle instead of a lamp to make things a little more seductive. The dildo lay on the bed secured in the harness, a construction of black vinyl and elastic, with one belt for the waist and another between the legs. "How do we start, baby?" Sally asked. "Let's start with a big hug and a kiss for my hot, sexy, adventurous lover!" Brad suggested. He crushed his naked body against hers, kissing her and stroking her back and buttocks. His lips went down to her neck and shoulders, and his hands grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them lustily. "I love you so much!" he declared fervently. He bent his head to her breasts and sucked one nipple into his mouth, while cupping the other breast in one hand. Sally closed her eyes and enjoyed his attentions. Brad's other hand moved in between her legs and began to stroke her cunt lips. "Oh, I like that," Sally said, letting a long sigh out. She started to grind her hips against his hand. Brad dropped down to his knees and breathed deeply into her rust-colored pubic hair. He reached one hand up to keep massaging her nipples, while moistening one finger to stroke her cleft. He could tell that she was already getting excited from the moisture and aroma that he found there. He lay his head against her stomach and felt her smooth skin against his cheek. He loved to kneel at her feet like this. It reverberated with his submissive fantasies. Her breasts seemed to loom above him so large from this angle. She seemed to tower above him, his fantasy dominatrix. He looked up at her. "Are you ready to try this?" Brad asked, butterflies in his stomach, half-afraid she'd back out or be grossed out now that it came time to do it. "Are you?" she replied. "Oh yeah! I've been ready forever!" he answered. "Then I want to do it, baby. I want to do it for you," she said. She looked down at him and took his face in her hands. "I want to make you as happy as you've made me. And I want to make that cock of yours real hard and give you a great orgasm. You've been so good, and so good to me, this last month and a half. You deserve to get your reward now. Just tell me what you want me to do." Brad thought his heart would burst in his chest. She looked at him with such love. He felt so safe and cherished by her. He had exposed his secret fantasies to her and she had accepted him. She had taken his secret and now it was "their" secret. He was so excited his hands trembled slightly as he picked the dildo and harness off the bed. Still on his knees he helped her cinch the belt around her waist and lift the strap between her legs and tighten it. The dildo stood out from her body. "Wow!" Brad gasped. "You look SO HOT!" "So you like?" Sally smiled. "It looks good on me?" "Oh, man, this is blowing my mind!" he marveled. "You're so feminine and curvy, and then there's this dick sticking out. It's so dirty! I love it! Oh, you're beautiful!" Sally walked over to the mirror. "Oh MY!" she cried. "That is so bizarre! I look just like those bad girls at those porno websites! So that's what you like, eh?" "Oh yeah, baby. You are my dream come true!" She grabbed the dildo in one hand and pulled on it, like she was masturbating it. "On there pretty good. Is this how you do it?" "Oh that looks so neat!" Brad enthused. "Come over here." Sally walked over to where he was still kneeling on the floor. He was still looking at her with awe. From this angle the plastic cock looked huge, but the sight of her breasts jutting out over them was blowing fuses in his head. He had gotten excited by pictures of girls with wearing dildoes on the Internet and the fantasies of getting reamed that went with them, but they were always strangers. This was his own wife, whose figure had always turned him on more than anyone else's. Seeing her wearing the dildo at his request was ten times the turn-on. "I love your cock," he said to her. "Let me worship it." With that he began to fondle it in his hands and then began to suck on it. He reached up with one hand and massaged one breast. Then he put both hands on her ass cheeks and pumped the cock in and out of his mouth. "That's it, slave, worship my cock," Sally said, trying to go along with his dominatrix fantasies. His excitement was beginning to turn her on as well. It did feel cool to have him kneeling at her feet and worshipping her. She slipped one hand under the harness and began to massage her clit. It felt good. She slipped her hand farther down and found her slit was wet. She gathered up some moisture and rubbed it over her clitoral nub. Brad massaged her voluptuous buttocks roughly. She could feel the strap rubbing between her ass cheeks and it felt naughty. She had always been ambivalent about being a "bad girl." On the one hand it got her hot, and on the other hand she felt it was wrong and dangerous. Now Brad was giving her permission and encouragement to be "bad," and loving her for it. With him holding her it didn't feel so dangerous. But it was still exciting. She rubbed her clit harder. "God, this is turning me on," she breathed. "Rub my nipples." Still bobbing his head on her fake penis, Brad reached up with both hands and began to tweak her nipples and massage her breasts. "Oh, that feels SO good," she told him. "I want to lie down." Brad was ecstatic that Sally was getting off on this. His greatest fear was that it would be awkward and clumsy and that he'd start to feel that he was forcing her to do something that grossed her out. This was turning out better than he could have imagined. He was beaming at her as she lay on the bed. Knowing what Sally liked when her orgasm was close, he reluctantly abandoned her fake penis and concentrated again on her tits. He continued to massage them and alternately tweak and caress her nipples, both at the same time. She was catching her breath and attacking her clit harder, scooping up more lubrication from the pussy juice that was oozing out of her slit. "Oh, Oohh, ohhhhh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" Sally moaned and shuddered with her climax. She continued to scrub her clit furiously, milking more spasms from her vagina and uterus. Brad continued to massage her nipples, shooting more sexual excitation to her cunt walls. Finally she slumped in completion. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him dreamily. "Wow, that was great! I like this ass fucking already!" Brad fell on her and kissed her hard on the mouth. "You are so hot! You are such a sexy thing!" he gushed. He was floating on a cloud of excitement. Nothing excited him like seeing her turned on. She always made him feel like such a virile lover with her powerful orgasms. "I want to give you an orgasm that good, honey," she cooed, still blissing out on her orgasm. "Show me what you want." He kissed her hard again. "I love you so much. You are the best for me." He spread a large towel on the bed and pulled a large jar of Vaseline next to himself. "First you have to get me lubricated and my bottom relaxed. I think you should stand up at the foot of the bed, so you can keep your balance the best. I'd like you to fuck me from behind this first time. That will put my bottom at the right height for you, I think." Brad climbed onto the bed on all fours, facing away from her, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. He stuck his ass back toward her, which spread his cheeks and let her see his anal opening. His ass was already used to some play they'd done with her fingers and anal plugs, but it was still puckered tightly closed. "Here goes, lover," Sally said as she scooped up some Vaseline on one finger. She dabbed it against the ring of muscle and then slowly pushed the finger in, massaging it back and forth to spread the lubrication up into his ass. "Oh, that feels good," Brad murmured. He held still and let her work her finger out slowly and rhythmically. Sally scooped up another fingerful of grease and plunged it into his ass, less gently this time, as she knew he was already lubed. "Oh yeah. Oh that's nice, baby. Get it real good and slippery!" She got another large fingerful and swabbed it in, turning her finger to make sure he was lubed on all sides. She stretched her finger to feel the top of his ass. Now she stabbed her finger in and out a few times, letting it come out to the very tip and then plunging back in. "Fuck me, baby. Oh do my ass, baby!" Brad said. Sally knew he didn't mean the dildo yet. He was just already enjoying her finger-fucking. She crooked her finger downward toward his penis and felt the bulb of his prostate, right about where her G-spot was, just a couple inches into his ass. Just like she liked her G-spot pulled, she hooked her finger around the top of his prostate and pulled down toward his anus, raking her fingertip over it as she pulled. Brad groaned and humped his shoulders. She did it again 3 or 4 times. Brad moaned and shivered like she was torturing him, but she knew he liked it. His cock was turning a dark red and very hard, and precum was dripping from it like a dripping faucet. In Brad's groin fireworks were going off. Her finger on his prostate was like getting an electrical shock that stabbed from his prostate to the root of his cock and then fizzled out as it went up the tube of his penis. It was almost painful but intensely exciting. He wasn't sure if he could come just from that, but he was afraid it might burn out his nervous system to try. But a little bit wouldn't hurt, right? At the same time, her probing of his ass was starting interesting debates in his nervous system. One part told his brain that there was a dangerous invader that might injure his delicate insides and must be expelled. Another part said, "But it feels so sexy -- don't stop." Another part said, "Well, it isn't going away, so we'd better stop fighting it and get used to it." Another part said, "This is Sally. She won't hurt you. She takes care of you. Relax. Put yourself in her hands." As she continued to gently massage and stretch the rings of muscle, the last two voices were beginning to win. As he relaxed, he felt a warm feeling of love and safety spreading over his body. He could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. He could feel a flush of blood spreading to his skin. He felt like melting. "Oh, fuck me, baby," he moaned softly and soulfully, and that was the best way he could put this feeling into words. He settled into a slow-motion feeling, as if he didn't want this moment to end, that there was nowhere else in the world to be and nothing else to do. His cock was still hard, but it didn't feel like it was going to pop or that he had go 100 miles per hour to fuck it into orgasm right now. He had a lazy feeling of wanting to savor this moment with his beautiful, marvelous lover. Sally grabbed up some more Vaseline with two fingers and carefully inserted them into Brad's bottom. She had given him two fingers many times before and knew this would be no problem. But she could feel the two rings of muscle, his outer and inner sphincters, like rubber bands, resisting the extra stretch. Brad had told her before that the best way to relax them was to pull her fingers just barely all the way out for a moment and then push them back in, then out, then in, several times. Somehow this stretching and contracting relaxed the muscles amazingly well in just a few strokes, to where she could now plunge her two fingers up to the knuckles with ease. She stretched and rotated her two fingers now, caressing the inside walls of his rectum, just as he used his fingers to caress the walls of her vagina with such voluptuous feelings. Brad felt the alarms in his nervous system start again when Sally stretched him with her two fingers, but her careful ministrations soon quieted the fears and he coasted again on a cloud of warmth. His world had condensed into an area an inch wide and four inches long. Sally wanted to be sure that he was ready for the dildo, so she doled out still more lubrication and pushed three fingers into Brad's rear end. Now she could really feel his muscles resisting and she heard Brad grunt with some discomfort. "You OK?" she asked with some anxiety. "Oh, yeah, don't stop, baby. Never stop. Just keep being gentle ... unh ... but insistent.... Oh! Just takes some getting used to," he reassured her. Now he was willing himself to be open, to stretch, to admit those lovely fingers attached to his beloved wife. Sally could feel his insides all greased up. She wasn't worried about scratching or rubbing him raw -- she had his ass gleaming with a thick coat of Vaseline. Slowly she felt his ass give way even to three fingers, again using the "all the way out and back in" tactic Brad had taught her. She gazed, amazed, seeing the bizarre tableau of his ass with her fingers sticking out of it, the anatomical oddity striking her just for a second. Then she went back to twisting her fingers back and forth as she slowly worked them in and out in what she hoped would be a soothing way. Brad's cock continued to be hard, although not skin-splitting hard, as the concentration on his ass distracted him some from his penis. The tip continued to seep precum, which fell in long sticky strands, like spider web. Sally for a moment had the idea that she was milking him for his precum, and felt a spark in her pussy. She realized that her cunt was slowly becoming warm again. "Oh, I'm ready, Sally," Brad said huskily. "Do me. Do my ass, please. Put your big cock in my ass and fuck me. I'm your slave to fuck and I want it. Please...." His words overcame Sally with a rush of lust. It was so thrilling to be exciting her husband that much. The dirtiness of what he was saying was starting a wildfire in her brain. "Your big cock...." That was such nasty thing to say! He was begging her to fuck him. It was such a turn-on to be wanted that bad! She removed her fingers from his ass and he groaned in protest. His asshole no longer closed all the way. It still hung open, waiting for the next plunge of her fingers. Not wanting to lose the moment she quickly scooped up a big glob of grease and lubed up the dildo, tip to base. She thought to herself, "Next time, do the dildo first." The dildo now glistened evilly in the candlelight, a rigid pole jutting from her pubis. It felt even more wicked now to wrap her fingers around it and stroke it, with her hand gliding silkily across the goo. She stepped behind Brad and looked at her greasy hand, wondering what to do with it. "Fuck it," she thought, "worry about the mess later." She put both hands on his hips, feeling the Vaseline smear across his right hip, and pointed the dildo at his opening. The harness fit well and the dildo responded to her every move. Brad's position was almost right, but he was a little too high, despite her long legs. "Scoot your legs a little wider, honey. You need to get a little lower." Maybe he'd rather have had her tell her slave-slut to get his horny ass lower, but she was never good at play acting. She was pretty sure he didn't mind much at this point. "Ready or not...." she said and nudged his asshole with the end of the dildo. Brad wasn't saying anything. He was perfectly still. Carefully she pushed the dildo against his anal ring. She felt some resistance, probably just because of the delay in greasing up the dildo. She pushed against it again and rocked back and then pushed forward again. She felt the first ring give way and came up against the second. Sally wanted this to so this as easy for Brad as she could make it. She was determined to be gentle. The last thing she would ever do would be to hurt him, especially on his special night. So she backed off and let the tip of the dildo just rest against the outside of his sphincter. Just for a moment. Then she pushed forward again. Again she felt the outer muscle give way and the inner one resist. She withdrew again and plunged in again. "Slow and steady wins the race," she reminded herself. This time she pushed against the inner muscle. "I'm not going away," she thought to herself. "Mrs. Dildo wants to come in and play. Let her in!" She pushed through and then immediately backed out all the way. Then right away she pushed in again and felt the dildo go through both rings. This time she waited a second, "just to show my rights" she thought, and backed all the way out, then all the way in again. Brad let his breath out in a sigh. Then she saw that he was trying to back himself onto her dildo. She saw his asshole dilate and he pushed himself back, taking another inch of the dildo in, to about 2-1/2 inches. Brad was pushing out with his muscles, like he was trying to have a BM, while pushing back on the dildo. Pushing out caused his muscles to relax, like they needed to do to pass something. Brad was having a mixture of emotions. Again there were the primitive reflexes in his nervous system fighting him, telling him this thing could rip his delicate insides open and had to be kept out. But again there were the delicious erotic feelings being caused by the cross-overs between the nerve plexus in his ass and the nerve plexus in his penis. Added to this was his deep sexual fetish about wanting to be dominated and taken by a woman. He wanted to be invaded -taken -- used -- overpowered -- by a woman. He wanted to be taken sexually, used sexually, overpowered sexually by a woman. Being fucked was the way to do that. He had to be fucked, to be taken, to have his ass invaded and used, to fulfill his fantasy, to have his sexual heart's desire. To fuck her with his cock, that was still to be in charge, to be the user, not the usee. To get fucked, to be the recipient, that's what made his brain buzz with excitement. While all this was warring in his brain, Sally was conquering his ass. He felt her push farther with each stroke. His ass still had a mind of its own, trying to protest the cock's presence and expel the invader, and he kept trying to overpower his own instincts and accept Sally's dildo in him. Not knowing what was going on, Sally wondered why he was so quiet. She hoped fervently that she wasn't hurting him, doing some damage that he was bearing stoically. She continued to pull the cock out almost all the way, letting his outer ring almost close, before she pushed farther in. She used slow, gentle strokes, but she pushed insistently at the end of each, pushing the dildo in another half-inch or so each time. Finally with another stroke she was in to the hilt and felt Brad's ass cheeks hit her thighs. Brad could feel the dildo all the way up his ass, not mostly near the entrance, as he had felt his wife's fingers. He felt it filling him, occupying his ass. He could feel his muscles grasping it at the base and also the tip of it poking the narrow opening at the top of his rectum. It felt strange but exciting-- his wife was in him, inside of him, forcing him. "It's all the way in, baby. How does it feel? Do you like it?" Sally asked. "Yes, baby, I like it," he answered. "I like having you inside of me. Now fuck me, baby. I want to feel you fucking my ass. Do me. Just start gentle, OK?" Sally started rocking back, just a couple inches, slowly, then in an inch, then out a couple inches, in a couple inches. Then she pulled out a few inches and back into the hilt. Brad could fell it now rubbing slightly against his prostate. It was starting to feel better. He started to feel it stimulating his cock. Sally kept rocking more than stroking. She thought she'd just tickle his innards, let him get used to the idea. She found herself staring at the cock sticking into her husband's ass and thinking how strange that looked. But sexy in a way. She thought of the pictures she'd seen in her husband's Internet files of women dildo-fucking their men and imagined how she and he would look in one of those pictures. It gave her a little shiver to think of that. Brad started moaning and straining to fuck himself on the dildo. "Oh, that's feeling better and better, baby. Oh, do me. I love you fucking my ass, baby." Sally picked up her pace. She started fucking him in longer strokes and changing directions faster. "Oh, yeah, baby. Faster, harder. Fuck me, baby. My ass loves your cock in it." As Sally fucked him harder he could feel a change coming over his ass. It felt hotter and looser. He started to feel another shiver come over him. Suddenly his whole body felt like jelly. He felt hot all over, like he was going to melt, but his ass was the hottest part by far. His ass felt supersensitive now, like he could feel every square millimeter of the dildo and how it caressed every part of his insides. The dildo seemed to be sliding in and out of him now with hardly any resistance. His body had surrendered to her completely. He belonged to her now. She could do whatever she wanted to him. "Oh, that's it, baby. That feels so good. Fuck me, Sally, fuck me. Do it. Do it as hard as you want. It feels great." Now the dildo felt like it was scratching an itch. It wasn't an invader any more, it was a lover, loving his ass. Sally started fucking his bottom with abandon. She plunged forward into his ass, slapping her thighs against his ass cheeks. She started to get into a rhythm that she recognized as the tempo that Brad fucked her with when he was building to his orgasm. She watched the dildo slide in and out of him with ease. She felt a jungle rhythm in her bones and she knew why men liked being on top. She liked that feeling of falling into her own rhythm and fucking his ass however she wanted to. Brad started to feel an ecstatic high that was pushing into his penis. He could feel every thrust exciting him further, almost as if she were fucking his cock from inside through his ass. He was feeling more urgency, a need to push this to his orgasm. His prostate was sending fuzzy electric signals to his dick and he looked down and saw his cock drooling precum in buckets. "Grease my cock, baby. Please, I need to feel something on my cock," he begged. "I'm almost there." Sally was glad now that she had that greasy hand. She reached around and grabbed his penis and Brad moaned in short bursts that she recognized as intolerable pleasure, like when he sunk his cock into her when she was near her climax. She kept jiggling the dildo in him as she stroked his cock, slathering it with Vaseline. "Oh, God, I can't take it. Oh, I'm gonna come. Oh, keep fucking my ass. Oh, you feel so good inside me.... Oh, aurrrgh, aurrgh, ah, unh, unh, unh, unh!!!" He grunted as his cum started spurting out of his cock and dripping onto the towel below him. It did not shoot in powerful streams because of the strain already on his PC muscle. But his sperm came and came, more flowing than shooting. Brad felt his cum starting from deep inside of him and being pushed out of his cock like a toothpaste tube being squeezed flat. He thought he could feel his very sperm tubes being tugged, like they were going to be squeezed out with his semen. He could feel his ass muscles spasming around the dildo, like they were going to make one last attempt to stay closed. The dildo felt gigantic inside him. Sally kept fucking as his sperm shot out. Brad felt each thrust was pushing another wave of orgasm out of his exhausted nervous system. "Oh, baby, that was too much," he gasped, trying to catch his breath. He felt light-headed, like all his blood was in his cock or his ass. Suddenly he wasn't sure he could support his own weight. "Baby, I got to lie down." He fell forward, pulling the dildo from his ass and slumping sideways off the edge of the towel. A large pool of cum was quickly soaking into the fluffy towel. Brad lay spent, his eyes closed. He could feel the cool of the air of the room inside his ass, the opening still not tightened down yet. There was a pleasant tingling all up and down his ass. Sally quickly detached the harness and lay the greasy dildo down onto the towel. She couldn't wait to cuddle with her man. She pulled herself up next to him and lay like a spoon pressed against his ass again. "Pretty good, I guess, huh?" she asked. "Oh, baby, that was the greatest. I love you so much." Brad turned and hugged her and kissed her hard. "You make me feel so good. You take such good care of me. I loved that. It was all I hoped it would be. That was a mind-blower. You are the best lover. My hot Mama!" Sally felt tingly all over. It pleased her so much to be able to make her husband feel so good. She knew this wouldn't be the last time they played out this little fantasy. Not as long as he behaved himself.... -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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