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Subject: {ASSM} "Babydoll Creampie" (FM tv FemDom? reluc) by Creampie Eater
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DISCLAIMER:
This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an adult,
you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read something else.
NOTES:
Sometimes the ideas for stories come from highly unlikely places. In this
case, the idea came from the Dr. Joy Browne radio show. I greatly respect Dr.
Brown, who gives what I consider excellent practical no-bullshit advice. So I
was surprised when the idea for a sexy story came to mind while listening. If
you want to listen to the show, you can find where it airs in your area at
http://www.drjoy.com/drjoy/moreonjoy/moreonjoy_radio.html.
By the way, am I the only one who'd like to see Dr. Joy and Dr. Laura in a
lesbian 69?
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Babydoll Creampie
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"Clem!" I heard Raven exclaim. "What on Earth are you doing?!"
My hand stopped stroking my woody immediately. The red in my face stopped
being from sexual excitement and became deeper, an indication of my horrored
embarrassment. You see, I was standing in our master bath, looking at myself
in the mirror, wacking off. To be caught flailing my winky was bad enough,
but I was wearing her black babydoll negligee, panties, and black patent
leather heels. I was incapable of answering.
"Answer me!" she shouted. "Why are you wearing my clothes?!"
Meekly, I explained that I loved to see her wearing them, and that it aroused
me tremendously when she did. I had thought that maybe I would get that same
feeling if I wore them. Even as I spoke the explanation, I realized it was
lame.
In our years of marriage, I had come to respect Raven's direct manner. She
wasn't so much a woman at times like these, she was a FORCE. Hurricane Raven
let me have it, letting me know in no uncertain terms how perverted and
sickening it was. How disappointed she was in me. How adolescent it made me.
I bore the brunt of her lecturing, and when she stopped speaking I felt even
greater love and respect for her. And deep inside, I was thankful that she
wasn't leaving me.
"Geesh," she said, her face now red with the effort. "You have to be
punished. What do you suggest?"
My mind sprang back to the days of my youth, when my dad had made me go out
and pick my own switch. A couple times, I had added to my punishment by
bringing back a switch that I knew would lessen the blows to come. I had to
go back out and get another, knowing that I had earned extra pelts from it.
Picking your own punishment was bad.
"How about I do the dishes and clean the house all this week?" I offered.
"Hmmm, yes, you'll do that," she said promptly. Then she got a wicked grin,
"But, on Saturday, you will spend the whole day wearing the clothes you have
on, PLUS fishnet stockings."
I was shocked. "Oh hon! You can't be serious?"
"I am," she said flatly. "You want to wear my clothes? Fine. You'll wear
them."
Protesting wasn't any use, even though I tried. I undressed, confused and red
from embarrassment all over again.
The next morning, I protested more, to no avail. In desperation, I called the
Dr. Joy Browne radio programme. Raven and I really like Dr. Joy, who is a
voice of reason in a world of insanity. I figured if Dr. Joy took my side,
Raven would back down.
It took a few dials to get the screener. I could almost hear the screener
snicker when I explained my dilemma, but she put me on hold. About a
half-hour later, I was talking Dr. Joy. I explained the situation to her,
including the punishment.
"Why were you wearing her clothes?"
"Because I really get a charge when she wears the outfit, and I figured I
would get the same charge when I did."
"How many times have you worn her clothes?" Dr. Joy asked.
"This was the first time," I answered.
"So, you're sure you don't really get aroused by wearing women's clothes?" Dr.
Joy asked. I was shocked at the suggestion, but then it sank in. Dr. Joy and
Raven thought I was a transvestite!
I explained that it wasn't the case. The upshot was that Dr. Joy agreed with
me. It was WRONG for one spouse to humiliate the other. That just wasn't a
good punishment, and would in fact likely damage our marriage. Damn right, I
felt like saying, but instead I said, "thank you Dr. Joy".
Triumphant, I played the tape of the broadcast to Raven. Rather than back
down, she dug in her heels. "Being a whiny weasel about it is making things
worse," she stated.
Friday night, I begged her to reconsider, but her mind was made up. She also
cancelled our regular Friday fuck, saying we weren't going to be doing that
anymore unless I took my punishment like a man.
Saturday, I rose early as is my custom. Unfortunately, Raven had rose even
earlier. She had laid out my outfit on my bathroom vanity for me to put on
after I showered. She even left a note, with a pithy 'I suggest you shave
your legs before putting on the hose.' I decided to ignore her advice, but
went back into the shower to shave my legs after the agony of wearing
thigh-high stocking hose over hairy legs. The grippy part of the hose pulled
my hair, which the fishnet did also to a lesser extent. Biting the bullet, I
shaved my legs. It was a humiliating experience.
I had planned to do some woodworking. Now, I wasn't sure I wanted to while
wearing a negligee and heels. Unfortunately, Raven reminded me of my last
Saturday's promise to complete the crown moldings I had started. So it was
that I could have been found wearing such sexy clothes in the garage, using my
ShopSmith. Thank god for dust collection, or I'd have been covered in
sawdust--I didn't dare open the garage for ventilation and let the whole
neighborhood see my punishment.
It was decidedly unsexy to ascend a ladder with crown molding while wearing
heels. I about broke my neck. I asked at lunch if I could change... hadn't I
had enough? I had got the point.
"Did you get the point?" she mocked. I about spit my tuna sandwich out when
she continued, "besides, I think you look sexy in it."
The low point came when I miscut the last piece of molding and had to go to
the Home Depot for more. Pleading didn't help, but she did let me put my
normal clothes over the outfit, and to wear sneakers. Facing my pal Earl in
the wood department while scratching from the chiffon or whatever the babydoll
was made from was unnerving. He even asked if I had a rash or something. As
soon as I got home, though, I had to take off the outer clothes and put the
heels back on.
The rest of the day was similar. Fairly normal, considering. Raven kept
making comments about how cute I was in heels, although my feet ached. It
wasn't until we were retiring, and I was about to take off the
outfit--finally!--that Raven sprung the last part of my punishment.
"OK, I wasn't kidding when I said you looked cute," she said, "Look." She
pulled off the pants and she had been wearing, and I saw that her crotch was
soaked. She was wearing very thin white silk panties, and they had become
almost transparent. The sheer fabric clung to her pussy, and I swear I could
see every fold of her delight. "Come here and eat me," she said, and it
wasn't a request. As I approached, she slid her sticky panties off.
She stood in the center of the room, and I got on my knees to begin licking
her. One reason I loved the babydoll was that I could stick my head under and
suck her cunt while "trapped". I adored eating her. Her flavor was always so
tangy, and she usually got quite wet. My face would shine with her juices
afterwards, and she loved kissing me (and tasting herself) as I impaled myself
in her. Having her lick my face as I slammed into and out of her was always a
treat.
'Quite wet' in this case was an understatement. She was dripping like a leaky
faucet, and at one point I just put my lips around her sex and let her slowly
fill my mouth with her fluids. She was shaking as I swirled my tongue in the
hot liquid, brushing her opening. I then swallowed a mouthful of her bounty,
amazed at the heat and strong flavor. It was awesome.
"Lay down," she said. I did, knowing she was going to mount me. But she
didn't slide onto my very erect cock. Instead, she faced in the 69 position
and knelt astride my face. She purred as I reached my mouth up to begin
eating more. She reached down, and slid her hand over the outside of the
panties, sliding the silky fabric over my Johnson. Wow, the cool fabric felt
so nice over my dick, and I began to moan as I ate her.
"Like this?" she asked, giving me a squeeze through the panties.
"Ohgodyeah," I moaned, pausing in my tonguing to enjoy.
"You like wearing my lingerie, eh?" I could almost hear the laughter in her
voice, and I didn't dare answer. I wish she wasn't making it feel so good
right then. "Afraid to tell me the truth... that you like wearing my
clothes?"
Hell no, I didn't, but all that I could manage to say was "oohhhhh," because
she chose that moment to put her hand inside and grip my skin. I guess she
took that the wrong way, because her pussy gushed out even more juice... I
thought she was peeing for a second. She also took her thumb and wet it with
my precum, and lubed my cock. It was hard to remember my objections as I
guzzled her nectar and she slowly jacked me.
"You look so sexy baby... like you think I look..." she settled down then,
pushing my head to the floor. Then she began to slide her sopping trench up
and down on my face, humping me. She was being more aggressive than ever
before, and frankly, I liked it. I used my tongue to spread her swelling
lips, and found my mouth surrounded by her pussy. Her thighs were trapping my
head, and she became all I could think of. I didn't even feel her pulling at
my cock like a cowboy gripping the pommel on the saddle as he rides a bronc.
She was getting hyper excited, more so than I'd ever known.
When she came, it was unreal. We would have to shampoo the carpet, because
she let loose a torrent of girl cum like I'd never seen. For the most part, I
captured it in my mouth, reveling at first in the delicious flavor and the
knowledge that I had made her cum like this. But then, some got up my nose,
making me cough which seemed to further her orgasm. It was a dizzying
experience but I managed as best I could.
When she rolled off my face, she fell wearily onto her back. As she struggled
to regain composure, she pulled her top up over her head, and I saw she was
braless. Funny I hadn't noticed that before. Her nipples were jutting out
from her creamy breasts like thimbles, huge and hard. I was delighted with
the image.
I crawled between her legs, lapping at her pussy, now genuinely afraid for the
nearly-new carpet. She pushed my face away, still overly sensitive from her
recent cum.
"Don't," she said. "Take off your panties and get on the bed."
Happily, I did as she asked, amazed at how sexy it felt to have the chiffon
(or whatever) sliding on my erection. I laid on my back, waiting for her. I
didn't wait too long, but she climbed up on the bed and began to kiss me. She
cleaned my face, moaning a little as she realized how much I must have drank
from her. Then she began to kiss down, lifting my negligee to suckle my
nipples. I groaned in pleasure... I love it when she sucks my nips.
She trailed further south, sliding her head under the babydoll like I do when
she wears it. She took a lick at my cock, making me groan again.
"You know why else I think you like me to wear this outfit?" she asked,
teasing my cock more than sucking it.
"Oh honey... oh.. why?"
"Because when I wear it, I always let you cum in my mouth," she said, then
immediately taking my throbbing cock deep into her moist cavern. I hadn't
thought about it, but realized she was right. When she wore the outfit, she
was always in a very slutty mood. She did stuff then that she normally
didn't, like swallowing my cum. Once, she had let me assfuck her... it was
the last time, as I recalled. I think she was onto something.
"Oh yeah," I moaned.
She went to work then, taking me to the very edge of orgasm pretty damn
quickly. But then she stopped, holding me at the base firmly, trapping the
blood in my cock and making sure I would still be erect. I felt like I was on
the edge of a cliff, needing only a little nudge to fall over.
"And I think," she said, resuming her thought as if she hadn't paused to blow
me, "that you were wearing my clothes because you secretly want to eat cum
too." What? What?! Nofuckingway! But I barely had time to register the
thought when she took me again and used my energy to make me cum.
And what a cum! The slight pause near the top had somehow made me cum harder,
or that was the excuse I was going to use. Raven held just the tip of my cock
in, capturing my cum in her mouth. I knew what she was going to do, I just
knew it, and even so I kept cumming and cumming. If this were a court of law,
she'd have used my exceptional orgasm as proof of her claim, and I'd be dead
meat.
Sure enough, when my hose stopped spurting, she dropped it and came to me with
her mouth filled with cum. She pulled my mouth open, then dripped my semen
into my mouth. It was like really thick spit, but not as unpleasant as I
thought. And truthfully, it was thrilling to do something so damn kinky.
When there was just a little remaining, she pressed her mouth to mine, our
tongues swirling in my own sperm. It was obvious she was aroused by it, and I
found myself not at all tired as I normally was after an orgasm.
Which, as it turned out, was good.
"Go get the vibrator," Raven purred. My excitement leapt, because I guessed
what that meant. The vibrator was a recent addition to our lovemaking, but the
shiny silver bullet was already one of my favorite things. As an example, the
last time we made love with her sexy black babydoll, she had requested the
vibrator. I had used it on her, opening her pussy until she was seeping. As
I licked her sopping cunt, I massaged her clit with it until she came. She
was still sexually charged, and it didn't take much to convince her to let me
put it in her ass--a first for us. Soon highly excited, she begged me to
assfuck her, which I did until we came together. Yep, that memory was partly
why I had put on her outfit... memories that good excited me.
I was halfway back, when she added, "Bring the lube too." OK, fine. "And the
condoms," she cooed. I was half-erect now; we had put a condom on the
vibrator before I stuck it in her ass. That way, she was able to remove the
condom and let it safely buzz on her clit as I had humped her poop chute. I
came to the bed smiling, knowing that her excitement was my benefit: I was
going to fuck her ass for the second time.
But, my excitement was very short lived. "Get on your hands and knees," she
said. Huh? "Go on, sexy boy, get on your hands and knees. Actually, elbows
and knees." I did so, trembling. I had a horrible feeling I knew what was
up.
I was right. Matter-of-factly, she squirted some lube on my ass. My face
burned, knowing I was about to be humiliated still further. "I was right
about the cumeating, wasn't I?" she said.
"No.... nooo..." I muttered weakly. Her fingers were circling the hole, MY
hole, teasing it. It was so wrong... but it felt really good. My face got a
deeper red.
"Don't deny it honey," she soothed. "It's ok baby. I don't think less of you
because you like eating cum with me." Her index finger tickled at my hole,
pressing slightly and then pulling away. I felt my sphincter responding,
wanting the finger again.
"No, please... don't", I pleaded. I sounded lame even to my ears.
"It's OK," she stressed. "I know you think about anal sex... and I think you
wore my outfit wondering how anal sex feels... wanting it."
"No, that's.... not it--oh!" I gasped, because she chose that moment to
insert her index finger into me, just slightly.
"Relax!" she scolded. "You'll love it". She pulled her finger out. "Take a
deep breath...." I did "...and release it...." I did. As I exhaled, she
pushed her finger in further, maybe past the first knuckle, as I groaned. She
left it there, wriggling, and reached between my legs, fondling my balls, and
feeling my erection. "See," she said, stroking me slightly, "you /are/ liking
it."
I wanted to protest, but couldn't. I couldn't find my voice, my words coming
out somehow like moans... of pleasure. Damn it.
It was uncomfortable, like a slight pulling, when she removed her finger. My
ass was dry, but she took the tube of lube, put the opening against my
opening, and squeezed. A coldness filled me as she squirted a very large
amount of lubrication into me, like a slippery enema. I gasped again. It did
feel cold, but when she right away slowly inserted her finger again it felt
really nice.
"Hold on," she said, pumping in and out with her finger. "Get on your hands
and knees now." I did, and she pulled out her finger--leaving me wanting--and
then slid 69-style under me. Quickly, easily, she slid her finger back in and
began to pump again. I was surprised at how easily I was being fingered.
"Now, eat me more," she said.
I lowered my face into her fabulously wet pussy, using my fingers to spread
her open. I licked at her hole, inside her hole. I flicked my tongue over
her clit, and sucked at it, smiling as she humped at my mouth. She loved my
mouth. I barely noticed that she added a second finger, or that she wasn't
sucking me.
Very soon, she began to ask if I wanted to be fucked by the dildo. I said no,
over and over. She kept insisting that I was wearing the babydoll because I
wanted to eat cum and wanted to get assfucked like she had been. My denials
grew less forceful, as I became more aroused. She was hitting some special
spot in me, making me hard as a rock and making me drip like she was.
Finally, I said that yes, I did want it in my ass. But then, she made me beg
for it, asking me to confirm that I wanted to wear her nighty and be a slutty
girl for her. My face was a bright red when I began to beg for it. Blast
her!
"Stand up," she announced. "Let's go into the bathroom." I was very aroused,
the more so since I was reminded walking across the tiled floor that I was
wearing her heels. I saw myself in the mirror, my erection making the
babydoll tent out. My face was a mask of arousal. I stood on wobbly knees,
knowing what was next.
"Bend over the counter," she commanded. I did, seeing her smug smile of
satisfaction in the mirror as she stood behind me. "Lift your skirt," she
said, and again I complied. I watched, my ass hanging out and ready to be
fucked, as she unrolled a condom over the vibrator and lubed it up. It was a
terribly exciting look of concentration she wore as she aimed the vibe against
my virgin ass. "Exhale, baby," she said. I did, and I was penetrated for the
first time.
I felt like I was going to rip as she slowly filled me. "Oh godddd," I
groaned, not knowing whether I was feeling pleasure or pain. Certainly, the
dildo was stretching my opening, which made me gasp. Balancing that was the
pleasure of my anus being filled. Raven was gentle, yet persistent, telling
me how sexy it was to do it to me. She looked at my face in the mirror,
making sure I wasn't hurting too much. In return, her face was expressing a
sort of lust I'd never seen before.
When it was all in, she told me there would be no vibrations this time. I was
puzzled, thinking that it would make me cum faster. As she began to slide it
in and out, easier with each stroke, she captured my eyes with hers.
"I'm not gonna let you cum like this," she said.
"Oh Raven, please," I begged, "make me cum. I need to."
"Oh, you are gonna cum," she smiled. "But now that I know you want to eat
cum, you are going to do that as long as you are wearing my clothes."
"Oh please, no...." I begged, not really meaning 'no.' The truth is that I was
dripping precum, large amounts of it, and was getting pretty dang close to
orgasm. If I could keep her talking....
"Oh, yes, you will," she said, getting winded with the unexpected effort of
assfucking me. She seemed to sense I was getting close to orgasm, and stopped
pumping, letting me calm. At the same time, she reached under the babydoll
and gripped my nuts. My eyes went wide as she put her hand around the base,
pulling my sack harshly down. I could feel the skin stretching over the
testicles. It didn't really hurt, but it was uncomfortable. She ignored my
expression of disbelief, and began pumping my ass again. I felt my excitement
rise to the level of orgasm, but I wasn't cumming! She explained later that
holding my nuts out like that prevented my orgasm... she could have kept me at
that level of pleasure forever without me ever getting the payoff.
"OK, I will. Just let me cum!" What was the use in resisting? I wanted to
cum, and was willing to do whatever it took.
"Promise?" she said, listening to my moans. It felt damn good!
"Just do it, suck me off and I'll eat it."
"No," she said coyly. "Sorry... but you are going to cum in me and then eat
it from my pussy."
I was shocked, amazed. I'd never thought of such a thing. But then, I
realized, I had never thought I'd go to Home Depot wearing a negligee. Or
french kiss my own sperm. Or get assfucked wearing heels. This was a special
night and it would never be repeated... why not do it this once?
"OK," I panted. "You win". Her fucking slowed, and I saw her in the mirror
looking at the vanity.
"Clean off the vanity," she said, indicating the large pool of precum I had
dripped onto it. I reached for a Kleenex, but she stopped me. "No, honey,
use your tongue." She moved me back, so that I could lap up the pool of cool
sticky fluid as she slowly corkscrewed in and out of my ass. No use being shy
if you have no self-respect, is there? I licked it up, not even really
thinking of how low I had sunk.
When I was finished, she removed the vibrator and sat on the vanity counter.
She spread her legs, and I could see how open she was. Her pussy was gaping,
welcoming my cock inside. She peeled off the condom, and inserted the
vibrator as I watched. She pumped a few times, getting it slick with her
slime. This she sucked off, and then she covered it again. "Fuck me now,"
she said, continuing using the vibrator until I was at her entrance.
You might be able to predict what she did. As I pushed into her hot cave, she
fed me the vibrator. Chagrined, but unsurprised, I sucked it like a cock as I
began to fuck her. She fucked my mouth as I fucked her pussy, explaining that
she just knew one of the reasons I wanted to wear her clothes was because I
was secretly wanting to suck a dick. This time, I couldn't even protest since
my mouth was full. So instead, I let out a long low moan.
As I picked up the tempo, she pulled the dildo out and leaned back, her hair
falling back and her nipples pointed ceilingwards. "Fuck me," she panted,
"fill me. Fill me until I overflow and then eat me.... c'mon, eat my sperm
filled CUNT." Women rarely say the word 'cunt,' especially about their own
parts, so I knew how hot she was.
It was a turn on to have her so hot. My fucking was creating a sloppy wet
sound as I slapped in and out of her juicy hole. But the horniest feeling was
my asshole, just loosened, contracting with an effort as I thrust in and out.
I didn't realize what a role a bunghole had in fucking!
Obviously, I couldn't last long in such a horny scene. I felt my cum
beginning to rise, and she let out a moan as I swelled in her and shoved in
hard. I trembled as my cum shot out again and again for the second time that
night. It was enormously satisfying, the best cum I'd ever had.
I was still dizzy from the release when she told me to squat. I did so with
an effort, the fact I was in her black patent leather heels immediately
springing to mind. I was unsteady squatting in high heels. She helped me
balance, holding my face in front of her crotch. She spread her legs, and I
saw her fuckhole open, a thin stream of sticky semen beginning to ooze.
"Hold your tongue right below," she said, positioning my face. "Can you see
it? Can you see your cum?" she asked, obviously turned on.
"MMmmmmmm," I moaned. It was amazingly sexy.
"Hold out your tongue and catch your cum," she panted. I did, watching with
amazement as she flexed her pussy. A large glob of cum appeared, expelled
from her. I put my tongue below it, letting the semen drip out onto it. I
was trembling... I wanted to eat her pussy so bad right then.
I pushed my face in, beginning to moan loudly as I tongued her pussy, seeking
the filling inside. It was a delicious flavor, so strongly flavored of her
juice but even muskier. I buried my face in her crotch, licking as if my life
depended on it. I loved eating her, eating the creampie.
I felt her beginning to tremble, her orgasm beginning. I sucked and licked
her, urging her to really cum hard. She did, and as I was sucking her clit I
felt wetness on my chin. Her orgasm had ejected a large amount of my cum from
her womb. I dropped my mouth, eating the gooey mixture eagerly as she cried
out in pleasure. I swear she came for five minutes, her cries of ecstasy
ringing in my ears.
"Oh... god... carry me to bed," she said immediately after. She was like a
rag doll as I carried her, my feet aching from the extra weight. I kicked off
her shoes, and peeled off the stockings, then climbed into bed, still wearing
the babydoll.
She rolled over and put her head on my chest, her body melting in mellowness.
I laid there, my own body relaxing, waiting for her soft snores to begin. I
never felt more love for her than right then.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, surprising me that she was still awake. "When should we
do this again?"
I thought for a minute about the degrading things that I did that day. I wore
her clothes, panties and stockings included. I had been snowballed, then
assfucked, made to suck the vibrator like a dick, then made to eat the
creampie we had created together. She had even accused me of wanting all
these things!
"How about next Saturday," I suggested, to which she smiled and fell asleep,
content.
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