yes, sir.

I ring the doorbell.  The house looks so normal from the outside; seemingly not the house of a Sir, at all.  I wonder where your wife is tonight, where that little man of yours is, that you always seem to be putting down before chatting to me online.  
You answer the door, and instantly I feel the cumulative arousal of all our previous interactions.  The tasks you've given me over text messages, the videos and pictures we exchange via email, but most recently, our trip to the sex club, Oasis.  My bare pussy, which I've freshly shorn for tonight, grows suddenly slick.  
"Hello, Slut," you greet warmly, though with your signature confident power.  One of your large hands rests near my shoulder, then wanders towards my neck, caressing it.  Just the weight of it arouses me, knowing that you could engulf it completely in just one of your mighty fists.  Already, you put me in a submissive mind set, just by the way you assert yourself, naturally towering over me, and petting me like a dog.  "Come in."
The interior of the house seems unassuming as well, certainly not the house of avid swingers, of a polyamorous couple who play separately, and with both men and women, at that.  I step over a children's toy, on my way up the stairs to the bedroom.  
"Strip, Slut.  I want you completely naked.  Except the heels," you add.
"Yes, Sir."  Another power play.  You stay fully dressed for this part, while I remove any physical shred of protection I brought along with me.  Usually people react positively when they see my figure, but you almost completely ignore it.  My porcelain skin, shapely hips, and small round breasts are all but lost on you, while you set up the bed harness.  My face burns in shame.  I can't help but thinking that this is the bed that you are your loving wife share, and I search for a framed photograph to sharpen the mental image.  Before I find one, you turn back to me, square jaw tight, and brow furrowed with intensity.   She probably wouldn't want to see what we're going to do, anyway.  
"Hands behind your back, Slut."
"Yes, Sir."  You reach around me to fasten them together, rather than having me face away from you, which I take as a secret act of affection.  Your button down shirt grazes my bare breasts as your thick arms envelop me, in what very nearly is an embrace.  I look up to your delicious neck, and discreetly breathe in your aftershave.  My eyes close in an ecstatic daydream, in which I am worthy of your true adoration, and I get to touch and kiss the skin I now admire from afar.  A testing tug on the restraints snaps me out of it.  This is what I deserve, and I want you to administer it to me.  
You retreat to a chest of drawers, housing many toys, unlike the one I stepped over in the hallway moments ago.  Tools accumulated from years of dominating women and men, but more recently, a couple that I particularly inspired you to purchase.  As a task, you asked me to send you a list of three toys that I do not own, but would desperately like to try.  Knowing your inclination for domination, I chose accordingly.  One, you already had in your possession.  You remove the second one from the list, now, and walk it back over to me.  I feel a bead of sweat break my hairline.  
"Look familiar, Slut?"  You ask sternly, smirking.  You display them in front of me in one of your large palms.
"Yes, Sir."
"Are you going to be a good girl for me today?" 
"Yes, Sir," I answer, pussy contracting at the phrase.  I feel myself flood a little bit.  
"Keep still."  I do, in fact, I stand straighter than I've ever stood, so that you have unhindered access to my breasts.  I long for you to compliment them, caress them, devour them, but you stay focussed at the task at hand.  You go to work, fastening the two suction cups to my nipples.  
I feel each one grab as you squeeze the bulbs between your thick fingers, activating the suction.  The tug at each nipple is almost as erotic as wearing the ridiculous devices is humiliating.          I long to adjust them, but my restrained wrists leave the control squarely in your hands.
"Shake your tits for me, Slut."
I do, shimmying my shoulders slightly, and the heavy bulbs sway slightly, tugging tightly at my nipples.  I feel my bare pussy stream, and my chest redden in embarrassment.  Your eyes finally take me in, and you do so as you unbutton your shirt.  I avert my gaze, but feel the intensity of your stare on my skin.  You take your time, ogling your good little Slut, licking your lips while methodically removing your clothing.  I suppress the urge to smile, imaging your warm, wet mouth on my breasts.  But, I don't deserve it.  Instead, I get this.  
Naked now, with your erection bobbing in front of you, you relieve my hands from their binding, and instruct me to climb into place on the bed.  From the harness projecting from each corner, I assume that you want me on my back, spread eagle, but you quickly correct me.  I feel a sting across my right breast, as you flick one of the suction cups.  I gasp.
"Ass in the air, Slut."
"Yes, Sir."
"Don't move unless I tell you to, Slut.  Understand?"  Another flick, this time on my left nipple.  
"Yes, Sir," I redden further.  
"I thought you said you were going to be good for me, today."  
"Sorry, Sir."  
"You better be, Slut," you bark, finishing with one sweeping motion that hits both devices.  I clench my teeth.  I hate to be corrected.  I hate it, and at the same time, intensely desire it.  "Onto your stomach."
You expertly fasten my wrists and ankles to the bed.  Now, I feel truly vulnerable to you.  With my arms and legs bound, you now have full, unrestricted access to my body.  My glistening pussy strains, leaking uselessly. The nipple devices press uncomfortably into the mattress, but, at least I can press my mound into it, as well.  Unfortunately, you catch me, and smack me clean across my backside.  I groan.
"Don't you dare pleasure yourself, Slut.  Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."  Another smack.  My breath catches.
"You haven't demonstrated yourself to be worthy of it, yet tonight.  I'm looking for you to change my mind on that," you continue.  You hit me a third time, harder.  I moan into the mattress.  I long for you to rub the spot, no doubt growing red by now. 
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, are you going to be a good girl for me, or not?"  I prepare for another beating, but it doesn't come.  Instead you retire once more to the toy cabinet.  This time removing another object I immediately recognize, and almost as immediately regret mentioning as the third item on the list.  An anal plug with a pump attached.  The fantasy is intoxicating, but can I handle it for real?
"You've shown me some of your anal prowess online.  Isn't that right, Slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, you're going to show me what you can do, in person.  Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, this is your big chance to please me.  To redeem everything you've done.  If you do this for me, I'll be very, very impressed with you.  Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I answer, growing nervous yet excited at the thought of being stretched open, and pleasing my Sir so completely.  My pussy has created a little pool beneath me, and I crave the ability to press it into the mattress.  You squeeze the lube over my bare ass, and it clenches with each drip.  
"Now just relax, and be a good Slut," you coo, probing my opening with the plug.  Now, I've had regular anal plugs enter me before, and it goes in easily, resting just beyond my asshole comfortably.  But the hardest part is yet to come.  "Are you ready, Slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You'd better be."  One squeeze of the pump, and I feel it inflate inside me.  A little fuller, sure, but nothing I can't handle.  But, I have no idea how big this thing can get.  I'm laying all my trust squarely in my Sir.  
I see you press the pump in your large fist, and again the plug inflates, testing the walls of my ass.  It's getting bigger now, and I yearn now more than ever, to pleasure my clit against the bedding.  Usually when I take this much in my ass, I'm orgasming pretty soon after, and then the girth is removed.  I can't say I've ever taken it further, and I have no idea what lies ahead.  My pussy drips freely down my legs, as I anxiously wait for the next gauge.  The sheet underneath my face is also growing damp with drool and sweat.  
Another pump, and I really feel the stretch.  I want to see; I want to see how big it is.  It feels bigger than anything I've ever had in there, and I don't know how much more I can take.  I groan wildly into the sheets.  
"Good girl," I hear you say, and I feel encouraged to continue.  I want nothing more than to please you.  It satisfies the deepest, darkest part of myself to do this for you.  
Another pump.  I moan, feeling as I might explode.  I reach for your hand, for anything, and the restraints jostle in response.  Then, I feel a hand.  On my ass cheek.  
"It's okay.  Just relax.  You're doing great.  I'm very, very impressed.  You're making Sir very proud."  My pussy creams so completely onto the mattress.  I'm a total sloppy, gorgeous mess.  Everything is so overly sensitive and tense, all you have to do is brush your hand across my ass softly, and suddenly I feel myself buck, muscles contracting, and I come loudly and desperately onto the bed. 
You free my wrists and ankles, and I am grateful.  And, I am equally as grateful for the sperm you shoot all over my face.  

feminist sex.

There is a whole new generation of women that are using alternative methods of birth control besides The Pill.  

A new generation of feminists and naturalists who realize that pumping your body full of medicine every day, when you are not even sick, can be potentially detrimental to your health.  A new generation of women who weren't around for the liberation The Pill first gave us, and are now realizing that it wasn't really liberation at all.  True feminists don't try to emulate men, but embrace femininity in all its beauty.  All its menstruating, copulating, live giving, empathetic beauty.  

But, that doesn't mean we want to get pregnant every time we have sex.  There are loads of types of alternative birth control (that don't pump hormones into your body and eliminate any semblance of a natural cycle) out there that young women haven't been necessarily exposed to every since the invention of The Pill: female condoms, the sponge, the rhythm method, the diaphragm, to name a few.  Abstinence.  But not completely.

Women today have all types of sex, not just the standard P in V persuasion, that doesn't tend to do much in the orgasm department for many women.  They have vibrators, they know their bodies and what gets them off, and they aren't hung up on the myth that their partners should do it for them.  The coital activity of choice tends to be assisted masturbation.  I do you, then you do me.  

My long term companion and I; I call him my 'partner' actually, despite being a male-female couple, lie down on our bed, in minimal clothing.  Clothing, yes, because it may not necessarily be about sex, but minimal, absolutely, so we can still feel each other's skin against our own.  Touch each other's hair, smell each other's scents, feel each other's warmth.  The sensation is so pleasurable, the feeling of being completely entwined with your hubby, that it may stop there, in this tight horizontal hug.  We sometimes fall asleep, it's so comfortable and comforting.  But, more often than not, I slowly begin to press myself against his hip, feeling a fanciful tingle between my legs as I do so.  I glance down and notice his boner, straining tightly against his shorts.  

My lips drift to his neck, face, then lips, breathing him in, tasting his slightly salty skin every step of the way.  Our mouths meet, and I feel his warm, wet tongue graze my lips.  How sexy, I think, as I turn myself towards him now, him doing the same, as if he's my reflection.  We wrap our arms around each other, pulling even more tightly into the embrace, positioning our genitals into perfect alignment.  Realizing the need, we part to ask, "You first?  Or me?"  He went first last time, so it looks like it's me.  I undress.

He kisses me the way I like to be kissed; with lips and a slight darting tongue, not the open mouthed tongue flicks he prefers to get.  It starts as soon as the kiss; he'll get his turn, after.  My partner gropes my breasts, runs his hands over my torso, down my stomach to my hips, thighs, and legs.  He bends to kiss my breasts and lick the nipples.  I feel my pussy tighten, straining to be touched, as well.  I like a little tease first.  I like to feel his large, strong, warm hands on my skin.  He tells me to get out my vibrator.  I like his confidence.

While on my side, fetching the vibe from the bedside drawer, he feels up my butt.  He kisses the back of my neck and shoulders, while grabbing each cheek in his hands, and kneading it like dough.  My asshole strains, wanting him, equally as much.  I apply a small dollop of lubricant to the bullet style vibe, and reposition myself, relaxing on my back.  My partner's lips find mine, as I place the vibe on my clit.  I moan into his mouth.  

He then takes the bottle from me, and squeezes out a bit for his finger.  I raise my legs so that he can access my ass, because that's where he's going.  Can't come without it.  Every since I first started orgasming with someone else in the room, I've needed to have my ass stimulated.  Solo, I can do without it, but with a partner, they've got to touch my ass.  Even when I think back to the first time I came, it was because I finally got my asshole touched.  And, if it ain't broke...

He massages the outside of my asshole with a lubed finger, and I already feel my muscles down there relax.  It takes a few times to learn how to use those particular muscles, and I feel like an old pro.  I employ the elusive mix of pushing and relaxing to welcome him in.  I turn the vibe on my clit up a notch, as I concentrate on what he's doing to my ass.  I might very well call him an old pro by now, we've been together so long.  And I can tell by the way he's probing my ass, not slowly and drawn out like usual, that he has something else in mind for my orgasm, besides his fingers.  He is preparing me; it's methodical, thoughtful.  Pushing his fingers nice and deep, but giving my a bit of width, too.  Quickly, though; he's careful not to overwork me.  Even though he usually stimulates me manually for my orgasms, it's clear that this act in itself, isn't intended to make me come.  My pussy tightens at the thought.  He going to fuck me in the ass.

But, it's not like it sounds.  Or like you might expect.  It doesn't go on for an hour, involve much thrusting at all actually, or resemble anything like the anal sex we see in male centred pornography.  Remember, this is my time.  It's all about me, and what I need to come.  My partner tells me to get on my knees, and stick my ass up in the air.  The veil of dominance is part of it, as well as the guise of being taboo.  Yes, we're only doing it because I want to do it, but I like to flirt with the idea of non-consent.  And no, he isn't fucking my ass as one traditionally thinks of the act, but I like to entertain the fantasy that he is.  I get on my elbows, continuing to rub my pussy with the vibrator, only stopping to turn it up a notch.  I hear him squeeze out another dollop of lube, and I feel the cool jelly touch my opening.  He then does something very essential.  He continues to squirt out lubricant, and push it into my asshole with his fingers.  He does this three times, practically filling my asshole with lube.  The anticipation is unbelievably arousing, and I feel like I could already come just from the thought of him fucking my ass.  I violently rub the vibe over myself, preparing.  

He then rears up on his knees, and strokes himself with an already lubed hand.  I can hear the squishing sound behind me, and I can't help from bearing down.  But, I wait.  I can't come yet.  

My partner then points his cock towards me, and I feel the head enter me.  It feels too big, and I rub the vibe harder on myself, giving myself permission to come whenever I feel the urge.  It isn't too big for me, of course, with all my experience, but he barely warmed me up, so I'm tight.  And let me be clear, he didn't warm me up very much because I didn't want him to.  He can fit five fingers in there on a good day.  But, believe it or not, I don't like too much anal foreplay before sodomy.  Otherwise, I don't feel his dick as intensely.  Right now, I feel it ripping through me, opening me up, and he grips onto my hips, holding me there.  Holding me against him until I come on his dick.  

I rub the vibe on my clit with total abandon, and once again concentrate on what my ass feels like.  It only takes about ten seconds before I come.  Hard.  I cry out, screaming into the sheets, then he withdraws slowly, so as not to hurt me.  

Then, it's his turn. 

mistress leila.

She fastens me into the device, hog tying my feet to my hands, behind me.  I feel the cool metal of the table on my exposed belly, squished breasts, and warm face, which all rest against it.  

The machine around my pelvis doesn't naturally make contact with me; that is, with my pussy or ass, but if I tilt my pelvis forward, which is difficult considering the pose she has me in, then I feel both graze my sensitive flesh.  These two latex prongs, attached to the harness, both vibrate, as I can hear their buzz, and feel them slightly, when I rock my hips forward enough.  The temptation to do this is irresistible, even though I'm not usually a fan of anything touching my ass.  Mistress Leila, of course, has set it up this way, on purpose.  She intends to break me.
"Comfortable?"  She walks around me to deliver this saucy line, right to my face, winking, her heels clicking on the concrete floor.  "Now, darling," She says to me affectionately, taking my face in her delicate hand.  "Don't be cross with me.  I just want to open you up to a while new world of pleasure."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Shall I get the oil?"
"Yes, Mistress."  She takes the glass bottle, inverting it over my exposed ass, and I feel the cool liquid run between my ass cheeks, down to my pussy.  The coolness of it gives me goosebumps, sending a shiver through the core of me, and I feel my nipples harden against the table.  I long for Leila to touch me; rub it in a little, probe my crevices with those warm, womanly fingers, but she denies me that humanly pleasure.  Instead I feel it pool beneath me, and I instinctively thrust into the table, allowing the vibrating tendrils to momentarily and simultaneously make contact with my clit and ass.  I instantly shy away from their vibrations, unused to the one that so coyly tempts my asshole.
"Mmm," I hear her moan, watching the oil glisten off my flexing butt.  She, no doubt, must long to touch me, as well.  "That's right, my dear.  Don't be afraid of the harness.  It can give you so much pleasure."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Will you try it again for me?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer obediently, but unsure of my ability to proceed.  Yes, I trust Leila with my body; she knows me better than anyone, yet the thought of anything entering me anally, is enough to make me clench.  But, I crave the clit vibrator so badly right now, and want her please her equally as much, that I ultimately concede to put myself in her hands.  Or rather, her harness.  I once again tilt my pelvis towards the table, hands and feet bound behind me.
"That's lovely, my pet," she coos, eyeing my bare ass cheeks tightening again.  I do it quickly, almost believing, through the sheer power of my will, that the anal probe won't be there the second time.  But, I feel it tickle my asshole again, and I retract almost as quickly.  "Try to linger there, my love. It's nothing to be afraid of.  I'm here with you, after all.  Aren't I?"
"Yes, Mistress." I have such strong feelings for her, such an immense build up of trust developed over the course of our sessions, that I'm willing to do almost anything for her.  Even if I have an aversion to it, I know that she is ultimately doing it for my own good.  I try again, feeling the now familiar sensation of the pulsating protrusion near my anal opening.  I let it stimulate me there, choosing instead to concentrate on the vibrator nearing my clit.  If I can just focus on the pleasant pulses emitting from my pussy, then I can almost bear the rest.  I surprise myself, by employing this, rotating my hips against the table again, and I almost forget about the anal probe.  My pussy's wetness mixes with the massage oil on the slippery surface of the table.  I test this theory again, thinking only about the sensual stimulation on my clit, and the anal vibe seems to fade into the background.  Not only does it eventually recede as I get used to the sensation, but after a half dozen thrusts or so, it almost seems to enhance the experience.  I hear moans release into the air, thinking at first that they belong to Leila, who is enjoying the delicious presentation before her.  But, after catching a glimpse of my mistress, I realize that they aren't coming from her lovely mouth at all, but from my own.
I let the anal vibrator enter me as I force my hips against the clitoral one, hands and feet bound and hindering, rather than facilitating.  Leila softly hums and crosses her arms, enjoying my sensual struggle.  I feel a bead of sweat drip down my temple, as I taste salt from my lip as well.  She's making me work for it, this time.  Equally bound by my respect for her as the corporeal restraints, I continue to thrust, secure in knowing that it's what she wants me do.  "That's it, my dear.  I'm not letting you go unless you come."
"Yes, Mistress."  I answer, allowing myself to finally feel the flutter of the urge to come.  With the probe in my ass, my instinct is to shy away from the feeling, but I remember Mistress Leila's desire for me to experience this new and intense pleasure, and I try to open myself up to it.  I relax my ass, allowing my hips to melt into the table, and therefore, the buzzing vibrator against my clit.  I feel myself buck, and cry out both muffled and echoed by the metal table.  I both tense and relax at the same time, welcoming everything to contract at once, from my ass, to my pussy, to my clitoris.

"See, my dear?  That's a good girl."  And, I do feel good, even if the process felt a bit foreign.  Very good, indeed.

my two partners (part two).

Scott

I put on my suit jacket and lean onto the bar, eager to get a beer before I have to be onstage.  I scan the crowded, dimly lit room for my bandmates, not that I’d necessarily recognize them; I haven’t even played with three of them before, besides a quick rehearsal beforehand.  I’ll be using charts, as I’m similarly unfamiliar with the tunes, but it’s all part of the job.  Watch, and learn.  I can’t make the guys out in the throng, anyway; not a bad attendance for a corporate fund raiser.  
However, my eye does go to a certain girl’s face.  Kind of heart shaped, with fair skin, a small mouth, and dark, intense eyes.  I’ve definitely seen her before at shows, and I’m reminded of my mandate from Meaghan to find and approach cute women.  So far, has been a tough go.  All the girls we know that are interested, are currently in exclusive relationships.  I had Meaghan approach women for a while, even create an online profile for herself, but I was never into anyone she showed me.  Maybe I’m just picky.  Maybe I’m not as into this threesome thing as she is.  Or maybe, I’ve already got the perfect woman.  So, she encouraged me to take the reins, from now on.
The girl approaches the bar, beside me.  I haven’t flirted in a while, but it’s like playing a song you learned in your youth.  “Need a drink?  I have a ticket that I’m not going to use.”
“Hmm?  Really?”            
“Yeah.  I usually give it to my girlfriend, but she isn’t here tonight.”
“Wow.  Thanks!”
“Are you here with anyone?”
“No.  I just, like to see a lot of shows.  Like, as many as possible.  I don’t mind going alone,” she says passionately, like it’s her job.  She makes a lot of eye contact when she speaks.
“Yeah, I feel like I’ve seen you around before...”
“Mm, hm.  I’ve seen you play a couple times.”
“You have!  That’s what I thought.  I’m Scott.”
“Emily.”
“Well, I’d better jet,”  I say, seeing my bandmates climb the stairs to the stage.  “You’ll be around after?”
“Yep!  Thanks for the drink!”        
“No problem!”  I call over my shoulder, retreating into the crowd, towards the stage.
“You talking to Emily?”  The drummer shouts to me, through the din.
“Just met her,” I call back.  “She seems nice.”  
“Yeah, she’s a fun girl.  I think she’s seeing like four people right now.  And, apparently, one of them’s a woman.”

After the set, I wipe my forehead, and descend from the stage, to find the elfish Emily hanging around it.  I’m getting a very youthful vibe off of her, as she brushes a curl of wavy short hair off her forehead.  Meaghan calls it a pixie cut, I think.
“Great set!’
“Thanks!  It was a lot of new music, but I think it sounded alright.”
“Yeah, I like this venue.  Great acoustics.”
“Are you into music?  Like, other than as a spectator?”
“Yeah, I studied Music History, Composition, Appreciation.  I might go for my PhD.”
“Oh, cool.”  I’ve never formally studied, myself.  But, that’s definitely the route to take, if you want to teach, say, at a university or college level.
“Well, we’ll see.  I’ve also been getting into production, tech-ing shows, and whatnot.”
“Awesome.  We definitely could use some more good techs in this city.”
“I’d also like to preform.  But, we’ll see.”
“Right.  What do you play?”
“Drums.  I’m a drummer.  Well, not professionally.”  I nod, letting her ramble.  She could be successful as a drummer, if she was any good.  People are eager to book female rhythm musicians.  Especially if they’re as cute as her.  Meaghan’s going to love her.
“Hey, I’ve got to get home to my girlfriend, but... would you want to grab lunch sometime?”
“Sure!  I’d to pick your brain.  If that’s okay with you.”
“Cool.  Find me on Facebook?”      

       

On the ride home from a bandmate, I search for her Facebook page on my phone, to see that she’s already requested my friendship.  Her age says twenty-two.  Quite the age gap for me; less so for Meaghan, who’s twenty-nine.  But, you would have to get someone kind of young and flighty to agree to a threesome.  Especially the kind that you have repeatedly.  And, sober.  I scan for a good pic to show Meaghan, but Emily’s a little Facebook shy.  Finally, I agree on one.  I’m a little excited.  This looks good.

“How was the gig?” 
I tell her about Emily, and we have some threesome inspired sex on the couch of our living room, in which Meaghan does what she does best: get me off.  I know regular, penis-in-vagina sex isn’t her favourite, but she sure is good at it.  My heart hurts a little every time, though, knowing that it isn’t getting her off, as well.  It feels selfish.  She tells me she enjoys having my cock in her, and she definitely looks and feels like she does, but I know she’s isn’t going to be happy unless she comes, too.  Which is why I always look forward to this part, when I can make her truly happy.  We turn out the lights; her arm is around me, my head resting on her shoulder.
“Do you want to get off before bed, baby?”
“Mmm, sure,” she purrs.  She never says no.  It’s one of the things I love about her sexuality.  Relentless.  She sleeps naked, so I start at her perfectly shaped breasts, the nipples already hard.  I grope them with one hand, thumbing her nipples back and forth.  
“What do you want me to talk about?”
“Mmm, anything,” she says, arching her back into my hand.  My main job in getting her off, is the talk.  She reaches to the bedside table to grab her vibrator.  I press my hips into her side, feeling myself getting hard again. 
“Do you want me to talk about Emily?”
“Mmm... how about Dirty Masseur?”  She loves Dirty Masseur.  When she gives me the option, usually I talk about something else, just to keep some interest and variance for myself, but when I need to make her come fast, Dirty Masseur is the go to.
“Okay...” I hum, clinically checking out her breasts.  “It seems like you have some tension here.  Do you mind if I touch you on your breasts?”
“Mmm, go ahead,” she sighs, placing the lubricated vibrator on her clit.  Instantly, I see her body relax.
“We need to work the nipples, too.  This will all help you relax, okay?” 
“Mmm, I trust you.”  
“Good.  Now, if it seems like I’m touching you in an odd place, just remember that I’m doing this for your own good, okay?
“Mmm.  Yeah.” 
“I’m doing this all to help you relax.”  I hear the vibe alternating rhythms on her clit, and when I let it bother me, I simultaneous feel relieved, and jealous of it.  I have an quick, easy job because of it, and it takes the pressure of off me to get her off with the vibe, but it buzzes in my ears my inability to do so on my own.  I’ve always been able to get girls off with my dick.  Meaghan does need me; she needs another type of stimulation, other than the vibrator, to make her come.  It can be porn when she’s alone, or the assistance of my presence, touch, or words.  And, I know just where to touch her, as well.
“Mmm,” she moans, bearing down in concentration.  My hand drifts down her side, to her hips and thighs, which she has raised, feet flat on the mattress.  I begin to knead her ass.
“Now, you have no idea how much tension people hold here,” I drone, as I massage her firm butt.  I retrieve my other arm from under her neck, and begin to jerk myself as I do it.  My erection is at full mast, and I feel ecstatic at even my own touch.  A bit of pre-come lubricates the strokes.  “Especially, here,” I continue, my fingers now grazing her asshole.  
“Ohh,” she groans, lost in the role play.  I’ve never met someone that loves dirty talk so much.  I love it, and I love her.
“Do you think you can relax here for me?”
“Ohh.  Yes.”
“Do you feel me touching the outside of your ass?  I know it feels odd, but don’t clench up for me, okay?  Just try to relax.”  I can feel her asshole pulsing, wanting me, wanting to open up.
“Yes.”
“That’s it.  Just like that.  Now, I’m just going to go inside just a little bit.”
“Mmm.”  I lick my finger, and rub her opening in little circles.  Almost like a masseur.  I feel her gorgeous hole reach out to me, drawing me in, and I follow, giving her a couple knuckles.  Just then, she bucks, curling forward, crying out.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Yes!”
“Mmm,” I moan happily, letting go of my cock with the other hand.  I continue to hug her side, fitting against every part of her silhouette, like a puzzle.  She laughs a little bit.  She’s never so happy, as when she’s just came.
“Thank you, my love.”
“Mmm, my pleasure, baby.”
“Are you... good?”  She asks, perhaps noticing my boner pressing against her side.  But, I’ve done exactly what I wanted.
“Oh, yeah, baby.  Go take a shower, then we’ll have a nice hug before bed.”
“Okay,” she smiles, kissing me about a dozen times on the lips, before leaving.  

I love it when she’s happy.  I love it so much. 

v-day BDSM.

We didn't really get anything for each other for Valentine's this year.

We went out to dinner the night before, and I had some old lingerie set aside to wear, but we never got around to it.  So, here we are, ready to go to bed.  I'm removing my clothes, as I sleep in the nude, and he suddenly smacks me on the ass.  I turn around to Nick, naked as well, sexily biting his lip.  

"Bend over."  Smiling to myself, I do as I'm told, elbows on the bed, thinking that it might be a happy Valentine's after all.  He smacks me again, and a warm feeling spreads through my pussy.  I want to touch myself, but wait to see if he'll command me again.  Face against the sheets, I hear him kneel behind me. Then, his face is in my ass.  He kisses my ass cheeks for a brief moment before diving in between them, vigorously licking my asshole.  I feel his saliva coat it, even dripping down towards my pussy, but I'm already getting wet before then.  The immediacy of the act has left me playing catch up, but it won't be long.  I love being dominated.  The desire for this type of aggressive play balances out the lack of physical foreplay.  

He performs analingus to exercise his control over me.  It's something that gives me mixed, intense feelings of both eroticism and embarrassment.  I hate that I love it.  To top it off, Nick stands, and orders me to kiss him afterwards.  His mouth is warm and wet, chin glistening with moisture.  

"Come taste your ass."  I rear up on my knees and he greedily takes my face into his hands, kissing me deeply on the mouth.  Both my ass and pussy are a wet, hot mess.  The sloppy feeling only adds to my shame.  He smacks me again, gripping my ass tightly in his fists.  

"Back on your elbows.  Show me that ass."  My breathing is becoming laboured with arousal.  It's a trial not to be able to express myself.  The sexuality is so pent up, that I crave any touch he'll give me.  A smack, a squeeze, a butt plug.  He spreads my cheeks, and spits in between them.  I moan wildly.  I thrive on being humiliated.  I feel the thick tip of the plug press against my asshole, and I let it in.  He pats it in place, the flared base snug against my opening.  

Nick kneels onto the bed now, to get a better angle.  He moves beside me, and reaches underneath me to touch my pussy.  His fingers move slickly over me, and I shudder, it feels so good.  He fingers my clit, and I'm so wet, it feels like I have lube on me.  I open my eyes, and his thick cock is right beside me now, right beside my face, and I can't help myself.  I lick my lips, and lean forward to take him into my mouth.  My hands remain on the bed, my weight into them, but my wet lips open to suck on the tip while he plays with me.  

Another smack.  But, right across the face, this time.  Not too hard, but enough to shock me into stopping what I'm doing. 

"Did I tell you to do that?"  I shake my head, no, feeling a smile spread across my face.  I press my face into the sheets, hiding it.  The correction gives me as much pleasure as if I got to complete the act.  I vow to try again.   

His fingers move over my pussy's folds, and he carefully removes the plug from my ass.  I groan as he does it, and long for something in its place.  He leans over to the bedside table, for what I can only guess is the lubricant, and his cock once again hovers in front of my face.  I can't contain it; I need to express my sex to him.  I wet my lips, opening them to take the plump tip into my mouth.  Success for a fleeting moment, as I enthusiastically suck on its head a couple times, then another smack.  

"Don't do anything unless I tell you to.  Understand?"

"Yes," I barely manage, through my intense arousal.  Fully smiling, now.  I remain bent over, face pressed against the bed.

"Now, open your ass."  He says, as I feel the cool, fresh lube coat its opening.  Nick deliberately takes his time, rubbing the outside, then pressing the lube into my ass.  The fact that he is above me, watching my asshole eat up the lube the whole time, drives me absolutely crazy with desire.  More taboo feelings of embarrassment.  He applies a bit more on his finger, and presses it inside.  His cock brushes the side of my face, and I like to think that he doesn't even notice, using all his concentration to play with my ass.  As if he gets all the pleasure he needs from seeing me do this.

I feel the plug enter me again; much easier this time.  Nick watches my ass devour the it, pressing it into place.  His hand is back beneath me, fingers sliding over my pussy, while his other rubs the outside of my ass, around the base of the toy.  Oh, God.  I feel myself bearing down, but his thick erection taunts me.  

"Baby, I want your cock in my mouth," I moan.

"You can have it, if you ask nicely."

"Can I suck your cock?"

"Say please."

"Please..." I whine.

"If you say the whole thing."

"Can I please suck your cock?"

"Yes," he replies, quickening the slick movements on my clit.  I wet my lips again, parting them to take him into my mouth.  He only need lean slightly forward, to give me his juicy erection.  It enters me, filling me completely, and I sigh in gratitude.  Rather than suck it, I simply hold it in my mouth, as he plays with my clit and ass.  I moan, mouth full of his cock, while I feel a bead of drool drip of my bottom lip.  Yes.  Fuck, fuck.  I feel it.  His fingers work steadily over me, slipping and sliding over my sensitive folds.  I picture him watching me as before.  Watching me, content in the pleasure of playing with his toy.  Making me his little plaything.  Oh, fuck.  Yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah!  

I groan beyond his cock, coming hard on his hand, a few fingers in which he thrusts into my pussy a couple times as I'm coming.   Everything is withdrawn, and I collapse onto my side.  

"Fuck baby!"

"Mmm.  Nice, baby?"  He asks, stroking my hair.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to let me have your dick."

"Mmm... well, you asked so nicely," he says, kissing me on the mouth.  

"I love you," I say.  

"Happy Valentine's," he responds.  It certainly is, I think to myself.  

dick for a (third) day.

I knew it!  I just knew it.  Why can't I help myself?  Even though I know the consequences.  Once is understandable, twice confirmed that it wasn't a one-off, but the third time... I'm a total, utter idiot.  An idiot with a dick.

Let me clarify: I'm a woman.  Always have been.  And, I have no desire whatsoever to change that.  I just wake up with it sometimes.  Well, three times, now.  This is the third time.  

Not that this explains it in any way, but it seems to happen every time I watch a PoV porn video.  Point of view; as in, from the guy's perspective.  Basically, it's as if you have a dick.  So, I get out my vibrator, looking for a good time, and find a particularly entrancing video.  The first time it was a girl going down on the guy; the second, it was a girl riding a guy's cock.  This time...  I can't even say, I'm so embarrassed.  Anyway, even after I come, I can't stop thinking about what I've seen.  I jerk off again.  Still not enough.  I can't sleep.  But, at some point I do; because when I wake up, I have a dick where my clit used to be.

I look down at the tented sheets, pulling them up apprehensively.  And, yes; just like I expected!  Not only do I have a dick, but a raging ten inch hard on.  Amy says it's pretty nice, actually; not that I need her opinion on what a nice cock looks like.  I've seen enough in my day to know what an attractive head it has, what nice girth, subtle veins, a soft curve, and that there's more than enough in the length department.  And, it feels even better.  Just the feeling of the light sheet fluttering against it is almost enough to make me pop.  It feels alarmingly full and taught; so much so, that I worry about it breaking the skin.  Speaking of exploding, both literally and figuratively, my mind goes to Amy.  She's going to kill me if I call on her again.  But, she's the only one that can help me.  I've been through this enough times to know that.

I don't even let myself touch the throbbing thing, either than to stuff it in a pair of loose fitting pants.  I've wasted many a morning (well, only two, now) jerking my newfound appendage into oblivion.  If I start, I'll never stop.  And that's not the way to get rid of this thing.  

I fold it carefully up into the waistband of a pair of jogging pants, and head out the door.   But, even that simple act is enough to give me extreme pleasure.  I feel my aching boner satisfyingly straining against the elastic with every step.  As if holding it down just engorges it all the more.  I self consciously pull my t-shirt down over my crotch, hunching forward slightly so that it won't be quite so obvious.  I feel people staring, but I avoid their eyes, trying to walk as nonchalantly as I can manage.  Despite the ridiculousness of my situation, I keep my head down, and try to find Amy's house out of the corner of my eye, as fast as I possibly can.  

I knock on the door, alternatively looking over each shoulder in a paranoid fashion.  I can't let any one see me like this.  Come on, Amy!  Come on...  Finally!  She opens the door, but immediately starts to shut it again.  For she's been through this a couple times, as well.  I put my foot in my door, stopping her from closing it.  She struggles to push me out of the way.  I can't tell if she's serious, or just trying to give me a hard time.  "Wait!  Please!"

"Oh no, you don't!" 

"Wait!  Seriously!  It's not what it looks like!"

"It isn't?"

"Well, okay, it's exactly what it looks like..."  Amy opens the door, but continues to stand in the way.  She crosses her arms over her beautiful breasts in a defiant stance.  

"And, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Well. I was hoping..."

"You were hoping for what?"

"Give me a break, Amy.  Please.  I'm all..." I say exasperatedly, gesturing at my boner.  "Fucked up."

"Mm hm?"  I think I see her smile.  She's enjoying this.

"Yeah, and you've really helped me... in the past."

"So, what is it this time?"

"Can I come inside?"

"Depends."

"Come on, Amy!  I'm dying out here."

"Alright... But gosh, when you have that thing, you sure act like a guy, too."

"Right.  Sorry..."  I say, shaking my head.  I'm willing to say just about anything at this point to get into the house.  I would try to articulate how I feel, and what she wants to hear, but this erection is very distracting.  

"You can't just call on me every time you wake up with a dick.  I mean, I need a little more than that."

"Okay.  Like... you want me to be your girlfriend?  Because..."

"No.  I don't know."  She sighs.  "Just, come in."

I follow her juicy ass up the stairs to her room, already nervous about broaching the subject of what I want her to do.  Even though we're more comfortable about the situation due to the repeat appearances, what I need to ask may just be too much this time.  Especially considering her mood.  My stomach is in knots, and my boner is practically bursting.  I can't exactly say that I would do it for her, if the dick was on the other pelvis.  

"So?"  She asks, sitting on the bed.

"You look gorgeous.  And, I really care about you."

"No, what is it this time?"

"Oh.  I... well, I watched a video..."

"Okay..."

"Where they were... having..."

"Yes?"

"Anal sex."

"What?"

"Like, nothing crazy!  But..."

"Seriously?"

"Well... yes."

"Seriously," she says.  I nod, averting my eyes.  I can't even look at her.  It's too much to ask, and I know it.  I cover my face with my hands.  I'm embarrassed to even bring it up.  I mean, that's something that's between a girl and her long time partner, if ever.  Unless it's a one-off with a guy, but that's rarely pleasurable for the woman.  It needs a lot of trust and... "Alright."

"What?"

"I said, alright.  But, you've got to do it exactly as I say."

"Uh..."

"Exactly.  Not a move unless I tell you to.  Do you understand?"

"Yes!  Yes.  Definitely."

"Okay.  Then, okay."

"Okay!"  I say, hands raised defensively.  I feel like she's going to hit me or something.  Maybe I deserve it. 
"You're lucky I like stuff like that."  She takes a breath.  "Alright," she says, looking around the room, thinking how we're going to do this.  I stay silent, not wanting to derail her train of thought.  "Lie on the bed beside me," she says, in a softer voice, though still authoritative.  I do as she says.  She does look lovely, with the daylight coming through the window.  Her hair is freshly combed, and her skin looks incredibly soft.  I long to touch it.  But, she turns on her side, and grabs a vibrator and some lube from the side table instead.  I don't dare ask questions.

She lies on her back, and shimmies out of her jeans.  "Well, let me see it," she demands.  I feel my face flush.  I'm still shy about showing it to her, especially when it's as hard as it is.  I feel a mix of shame and desire.  I reluctantly move the elastic waistband over my large erection, and place it resting underneath.  She lifts her hips to pull down her underwear over her creamy thighs.  "Mmm," she moans, at the sight of my giant cock, and places the vibrator on her pubic bone.  Her pussy is cleanly trimmed, as if she just received a wax.  "Touch me."  

Gladly.  I turn on my side and grove her breasts through her t-shirt.  I can feel the lace of her soft cup bra through it, and I'm practically drooling thinking of seeing her gorgeous tits in it.  I find her nipples through the thin material, and play with them with my thumbs.  My hungry mouth latches onto her soft neck, and she arches into me.  My thick cock nudges her side, fearing that she'll forget about it.  Almost in cue, she reaches beside her for it, holding it in her grip.  If I wasn't already lying down, my knees would give out, and I would fall, because it feels that good.  That perfect, that complete, it's shocking and almost painful; the yearning I feel for her.  She remains flat on her back, and I curl into her side, never wanting to leave it.  

She sits up slightly, to remove her shirt from her back.  I kiss her neck again, her collarbones, to her tits.  I lick the upper part of her breasts that spills over the top of her bra, her cleavage, I lick the nipples through the lace.  She moans softly, closing her eyes to concentrate.  I pull down one of the soft cups, and her nipple stands up straight for me, like a gentlemen, when a woman enters the room.  I devour the pink nub in my mouth, sucking it slightly, swirling my tongue around it, and batting it back and forth.  She takes her arms out of the straps, lower the cups, and unclasps it herself, saving me the fumbling trouble.  
She grabs my cock again, seemingly happy just to have it in her hand.  Her bare breasts are on full display for me now, looking soft and delicious, falling slightly to her sides.  I take a moment to take in their beauty, touching the soft skin with the palm of my hand, but she places her hand over mine, encouraging me to squeeze them.  "Talk to me."
"Mmm.  About what?" 
"About what you want."  That nervous, shameful feeling again.  
"I..."
"Tell me about the video you watched."
"Okay," I say, taking a breath.  I so badly don't want to offend her again.  "The woman bent down in front of him, and he began to play with her ass."
"What did he do?"
"Mmm, he put he mouth on it.  Licking it.  Then, kind of massaged it with a couple fingers.  Rubbing it in a circle."
"On her asshole?"  My dick strains at the word.  She squeezes it in one hand, while rubbing the vibe on herself with the other.
"Yeah."
"What, then?"
"He gave her a finger.  Then, two."
"Yeah?  Did you like that?"
"Mmm.  Yeah."
"Why don't you get the lube out?  And do that to me."  I reach over her, my face coming very close to hers, and grab the lube from the table beside her.  I squeeze a small amount on my finger, placing the bottle behind me.  I reach under her, trying not to smear the lube on the sheets.  I shoot a little low, and have to move my lubed finger up closer to her pussy.  Mmm.  There it is.  Speaking of shooting, she better let go of my dick before I come all over her mid drift.  I find the puckered ridges of her little asshole, and spread the lube over it.  She moans at my touch.  "Keep talking."
"Her ass looked so sexy.  Taking his fingers like that."
I massage her opening with a couple fingers in a circular motion, trying to remember what that feels like, but it seems so far away to me now.  I what I saw in the video, but for longer.  She turns up the vibe a notch, and her moans interrupt with "oh's" and "ah's".  I can feel her ass pulsating, the muscles contracting and relaxing.  My cock throbs incessantly.  This is almost too much for me.  "Give me a bit of pressure, now."
I obediently press a little harder as I continue circling her little asshole with my fingers.  Oh god, I feel her open it.  As it relaxes, it softens, and my fingers dip inside.  I look up to her, checking that this is okay, but her eyes are closed, and she appears to be in deep concentration.  
"He was getting her ready to take his cock.  It was so fucking hot," I venture.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm.  The way it opened up."
"Yeah?"
"Mm hmm.  I loved to see how easy they went in and out."    
"Give me one."
I slowly press with a finger, and she opens to take its tip.  I continue moving it in a circle, massaging the inside now.  It feels very tight, but I can tell she's trying to relax.  I can feel the muscles contracting on my finger.  She moans, rubbing herself more vigorously with the vibe, but doesn't move otherwise, trying to get into the zone.  I feel her asshole widen enough to give her more of my finger, and I continue to massage the walls open on the inside.  It feels incredible.  "Give me another," she breathes.
I do, slowly, still moving them, encouraging her to open.  The muscles feel tight all over again, but eventually retreat to accommodate the two fingers.  I feel the moisture from her pussy begin to dampen my hand, and I'm beside myself, longing to fuck her in any hole she'll give me.  My impatient dick flexes in her grip.  
"You're making me so fucking hard right now."
"Yeah?  Do you like it?"
"Oh, yeah.  You feel so fucking good on my hand."
"Lube me up again.  And give me more."
I reach behind me, applying a dollop of fresh lubricant on my fingers.  This time I find her ass right away, and she takes me easily, almost drawing them inside.  I manage to squeeze in a third finger; she moans and bucks forward slightly, a muscle pleasurably contracting.  She turns the vibrator up another setting, and I feel her open up even more.  "Oh, god," she moans.  "Get your dick ready."
Not completely sure what that even means, I carefully lube up my throbbing member, begging it not to shoot right there in my hand.  "Give it to me slowly.  Only about half.  And try to hold it there."  I awkwardly get on my knees, trying to position myself in front of her without touching the sheets with my lube covered hands.  She raises her knees in a deeper version of missionary, and I try to find her with my dick, but it's not as easy as with my hand.  I reach down to feel her asshole with my fingers, and guide myself to the puckered, glistening spot.  She turns the vibrator up again, and appears to bear down, opening herself.  I enter her as slowly as I can, but I slip into her tight orifice suddenly, and a small sound escapes her mouth.  I want to say sorry, and I bite my lip.  I hold my cock there, her ass choking the tip of it.  I grab the base of my dick, trying to exert just enough pressure not to slip out.  I've never had my dick in something so incredibly tight.  If I could put it in just a little more, I could take my hands off of it for a second.  She squirms, rubbing the vibe on herself, trying to relax around me.  Her mouth opens, breathing heavily, then appears to nod.  I move into her another small amount.  The tight ring of her asshole further up my aching cock, and I have to moderate my breathing to contain myself.  I want to give it to her so badly.  Thrust into her.  I want to jerk myself with her tight fucking ass.  Holy fuck.  Don't think about it, don't think about it.   
Then, I feel her ass pulsate.  Contracting as if to draw me in further.  I give in; giving her a little more, and she suddenly grabs the sheets.  Desperately she cries out, eyes clasping shut, and I can feel her come on my dick.  I can't help but fuck her; thrusting once, twice, three times, and that's all I need.  I let loose, shooting hard inside the cavern of her open ass.  

"You're welcome," she says, looking down.  My dick has disappeared.  I collapse beside her.

"I'll be your girlfriend, if you want me to."  I murmur in my ecstatic haze.  "I would marry you right now, if you wanted me to."                                        
"No," she laughs.  "Just don't leave me quite yet."
"I won't," I sigh, smiling, face in her pillow. 

sexamination (part four).

"As in... turn over?" I ask, looking inquisitively at the man in the lab coat.

"If you will," he says, peering over his glasses.  Him and his assistant blow into a new pair of latex gloves, and stretch them onto their hands.  "Flat on your stomach, for now, please."  

I do as I'm told, mind still spinning from the last phase of testing.  "What now," I ponder, the paper beneath my naked body crinkling as I rearrange myself on the examining table.  I lay with my hot cheek against the table, feeling the cool metal through the parchment.  My erect breasts press against it satisfyingly.  I close my eyes for a moment, feeling much more comfortable in this position than the last.  Even so much so, that I long to sneak my hands beneath my pubic bone, and discreetly press myself against them.  Not only do I remain stimulated from the last test, but I can't help but fantasize about what they'll do to me next.  

"If you'll just try to relax for me during this last test," the man in the lab coat says, picking up the clipboard again, and gesturing for the assistant to step in.  "Let me reiterate that we will try to make this as comfortable as possible for you," he goes on, as the woman repositions the lamp so that it points towards my bare ass.  I feel myself moisten, and I've become conscious that I'm wetting the paper beneath me.  

"Alright," I answer, nodding with my ear to the table.  The muscles between my legs tense, as I picture the assistant standing over me, but not in a closed off or tight fashion.  On the contrary, it's as if my pussy is reaching out to her.  Yearning to be touched.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see the man step to the side with his clipboard, pen poised above it.  Then, I feel the assistant's gloved hands part my ass cheeks slightly, and I can feel my face instantly flush red.  I feel a mix of shame and intense eroticism as she does it.  I picture her looking at my rosebud of an asshole under the scrutiny of the examining light, and my pussy floods onto the table.  I feel her fingers pry my cheeks apart, holding them apart while the man in the lab coat inspects it.  He squints towards me, jotting down some notes while balancing his glasses at the tip of his nose.  I can't imagine what he's writing.  What can he tell by looking at the outside of it?  Does he see the opening tense and relax in nervousness?  Is he noting the colour, cleanliness?  I try to think of the last time I... 

Suddenly he nods, and she lets my ass cheeks go.  I breathe a sigh of relief to no longer be under such intense scrutiny.  I see the man pass the woman something, and I crane my neck to see.  "It's just a bit of lubricant," he says, noticing.  "We're going to test some responses, now."  

The man wheels the cart beside the examining table, with its arrangement of gleaming metal instruments.  He hands her one that looks like a small, thin rod with a flared base.  "You may feel a bit of pressure," he says, as I feel the cold, wet metal suddenly touch my sensitive asshole.  The woman uses one hand to pull my cheek to the side, as she uses the tool to spread the lubricant around my opening.  She circles it around the ridges of my puckered ass, as my pussy pulses below it.  "Now, just try to relax.  We're starting very small."

At that, I feel a small amount of pressure against the opening of my ass, and the lubricant allows the tip of the instrument inside. It feels only about as thick as a finger.  To my surprise, she immediately removes it.  To my continued surprise, I want it back, and I long to touch myself.  The woman gives me a very small amount again, dipping only the very tip of the tool just beyond the tight ring of my opening, then withdraws.  My pussy tightens, reaching.  I feel my moisture coat the table.  "Now, just try and relax for us," the man pipes in, adjusting the light above.  "Try to relax as in goes in and out."  I see him lean in towards my ass, squinting through his glasses, holding the clipboard.  I picture the rod peeking in and out of my asshole, and I have the irresistible urge to rub my clit while this is happening to me.  Just then, the woman does it again, and I try to do as he says.  Relaxing it while she moves the tool in and out, despite wanting to clench onto it.  I truly try to manipulate the opening of my ass, almost pushing towards the tool to remain open.  I peek at his expression out of the corner of my eye, and he seems pleased, furiously taking notes.  "Good," he says.  "Very good."

The assistant hands to small rod to the man in the lab coat, exchanging it for something with a little more girth.  "Same idea," he says.  "Just try to relax for us."  I feel my ass cheek pulled to the side, and fresh, cool lube touch my opening.  This time, it feels similar to the width of a couple fingers.  I feel my asshole tight around the apparatus, and I try to relax the muscles.  The woman keeps the tip of the tool inside for a moment, rather than immediately withdrawing it, perhaps realizing this.  I then feel a gloved finger massage the soft skin of the outside of my asshole, while the apparatus is inside it.  My push floods moisture, and I feel my hips grind into the table.  "Just relax," the man intones again.  "We need you to relax, before we can continue."

If I concentrate on pressing my clit into the examining table, then I almost forget about the apparatus inside my ass.  The woman reminds me by suddenly removing it, then reinserting it, just like before.  The man leans forward, looking over his glasses at my loosening asshole.  I picture what he must see at this point: the instrument gliding in and out easily, without any tension, even remaining open despite the tool being removed.  Maybe there's a bit of space developing there, as well.  The opening of my ass now like a pair of slightly parted lips.  

"Lovely," he says, bring me back to the room.  He hands the assistant a larger tool.  At the quick glimpse I catch, it looks the girth of an erect cock.  "Now, don't change a thing.  You're really doing very well so far."  But, I can't help but clench at the thought of this large device entering me.  The woman coats the it with lube, and begins to rub the tip against my opening, pulling a cheek to the side as she does so.  The man places his clipboard on the table behind him, and aids the woman by spread my cheeks apart with his gloved hands, displaying my rosebud to her.  The intense, mixed feeling of erotic shame returns, as I picture the act in my head.  I feel the apparatus probe my opening, barely welcoming the tip past the tight ring of muscle, and the woman's fingers are again rubbing around it to encourage me to relax.  But, I don't know if I can this time.  Don't get me wrong; I want to, desperately.  But, it's so big. 

The technicians both patiently hold my ass cheeks apart and rub the outside of my filled asshole in turn.  I might be able to take it, if I could just stimulate my clit.  My hips press so hard into the table, desperate to feel pressure against my pussy, it'll probably leave bruises.  The majority of the tool hangs out of my ass like an erect tail, only with the soft touch of the woman's hand guiding it into me.  She swirls the tool gently, massaging the walls of my ass open from the inside out.  "Just relax around it," he assures again.  Having had the new tube inside me long enough to get used to its girth, I again make the effort to relax the muscles, almost pushing myself over the apparatus.  The man holds my ass cheeks apart firmly, making it easier.  "That's it.  Very good."

The woman now takes the chance to remove it, just like before.  A moan leaves my mouth, feeling its absence.  Then, I feel it again, pressing.  I try to remember not to tense as she does it.  I take it surprisingly easily.  My pussy gushes onto the table, and I continue pressing my pelvis against the hard metal.  "Now, keep it open and soft..." He starts, but I'm already doing it.  My asshole must be nice and worked in.  In and out it goes.  "Just hold still.  Don't move.  Don't tense.  Perfect."  He drones, talking as much to me as to himself, at this point.  I feel the device moving inside my asshole with ease, as I try to do as the man says.  I picture my asshole spreading so nicely over the rod, without any tension or movement despite it being removed or filling me, and I feel myself bearing down to come.  I desperately press my pelvis into the paper covered table, and I feel my lubricated lips satisfying slide apart, so that my clit rubs directly against it.  Fuck.  I try to balance the tightness of my hips pressing forward, and the increasing looseness of my ass.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I groan loudly, everything contracting at once, curling to the side until I rest into a fetal position.  She withdraws.

My eyes open, gasping, breathing.  My two technicians remove their gloves.  The man makes a few last notes, and the woman helps me into a sitting position, legs once again hanging off the edge of the examining table.  

"Very good, Janet," the man in the lab coat muses, nodding as he writes.  He then looks up from his clipboard, addressing me directly.  "I believe that's it.  Please see the receptionist outside for your compensation."

"Thank you," I call behind them as they exit.

"Here you are," the receptionist says, handing me the cheque.  "Thank you for participating."  I consider the denomination of three hundred dollars in my hand, turning to walk out, but stop myself.  I turn back to her desk.

"Um... do you have any other studies coming up?"

compulsive cheater.

**This short story was used in my novella "Diary of a Recovering Sex Addict", which has been published with House of Erotica (www.houseoferoticabooks.com).  It has been removed for that reason.  It is available for purchase at http://www.amazon.com/Diary-Recovering-Sex-Addict-Erin-ebook/dp/B00OCSF2FE **



SEXY TIDBIT:

      "Have you ever made a girl come from her ass before?"
     "Wow.  No, definitely not," he says, coming closer to me, as if I'm initiating some sort of dirty talk foreplay.  I almost ignore it, continuing.
     "Do you have the patience for that, or do you just need to fuck?"
     "Whatever you want, baby."  I'm not your baby.
     "If you want to play with my ass, you've got to take it slow, and do exactly as I say.  If you can't do that, then we should just fuck."  Sorry to be a buzzkill buddy, but it's the truth.
     "I would love to play with your ass, baby," he says, probably trying to get some warmth into the room.  "I don't mind a girl being in charge."
     "Alright.  Take off your clothes."