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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} Writing Duel - McCoy vs McN -- Katie McN: Strap-On (MFF Rom TG)
Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 06:10:07 -0400
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Here is Katie's entry into the Duel


Strap-On

By Katie McN

It was midnight on Friday and I was running naked through Times 
Square. Most people who saw me laughed, but the cops didn't think 
it was funny and I wanted to stay out of jail.


"Would you like a Mai-Tai, sweetie?" My wife usually just grunts 
when I come home from work or else she asks me to get Chinese 
take-out. I smelled trouble. "Drink up, Frank. it'll get you in 
the mood for the party."

"Ah, shit, I forgot all about it. Do we really have to go?" I'd 
been busting my ass all week and was looking forward to a little 
couch time. All work and no beer on the couch makes Frank an 
unhappy boy. "Can you call?"

Angie acted like she didn't hear me and started waving something 
that looked like a blue and white tent. "Look at your costume. 
Isn't it cute?"

"What the hell is it?"

"It's a pinafore, silly. You're going as a little girl."

"No, fuck no. I'm not wearing it and that's final." My wife seems 
to get us invited to costume parties all the time. I think she 
does it to humiliate me. "This is worse than when you made me be 
the back end of a minataur. I got slapped on the ass a million 
times and, cute as your are, kissing you ass all night was not my 
idea of fun."

Angie tried all the tricks wives use to get their way. _Home 
alone all week. I promised. What would everyone say._ Crap, I 
knew she was going to use her A material and just waited to see 
how long it would take before I had to say yes.

"Frankie, baby, how would you like a blowjob, big boy? You know 
where I suck you real hard, lick your balls, play with your ass 
and take it real slow. Maybe stop a couple times to make it more 
interesting?"

"No fair, Ange, I'm tired and really don't want to go."

"What if I started with a little striptease first? Would that 
make it better?"

I held out for as much as I was going to get. I kind of figured a 
dick in the mouth was worth two in the bush or something like 
that.

She pulled me to the center of the living room and said, "You 
don't have to do a thing. Just stand there and I'll take care of 
everything."

"I thought you were going to take off your clothes."

"When I said striptease, I was talking about you getting stripped 
and me being teased. You got a problem with that?" She blew me a 
little kiss and got to work.

Her idea of taking care of everything was to remove my clothes 
one piece at a time with a lot of touching and feeling. I could 
sense my cock start to fill my briefs as she proved she knew all 
the places that could get me going and keep me hot.

"Let me help you out of your coat, baby. You look so stuffy in 
your banker clothes." She tossed the coat to the floor and when I 
tried to pick it up, she gave me a playful slap on the hand. 
"This tie just doesn't do a thing for you, Frank. Off it goes."

She was having fun stripping me. She dropped my pants to the 
floor and then stood back to see what I looked like with my pants 
around my ankles and a white shirt and vest still covering my 
upper body. "Very nice, Frank. What's this little bulge pushing 
out your shirt tail?"

She rubbed 'the little bulge' and then gave it a squeeze. My cock 
was trying to climb out of my briefs and I wanted to help take my 
clothes off.

"Frank, if your not going to let me do this my way, I'm going to 
stop."

She took her time removing my vest, shoes and socks. She finished 
taking off my pants and I was standing there in my white shirt 
that did a fair job hiding the swelling in my briefs. Well, not 
for long. The shirt went next and she stood back to inspect her 
work.

"I'm having such a time pulling your undies down, baby. Did you 
gain weight or something?"

She was bouncing me up and down and getting me more aroused. 
Finally, she pulled my briefs down and my cock sprang up into the 
air.

"This is what a girl likes. It's always nice to have someone show 
he cares."

She was on her knees and I felt her hands rubbing up and down my 
legs. She nibbled on the side of my cock and kissed her way up 
the shaft until her mouth was over the head. She sucked my dick 
inside her mouth and pressed her face slowly forward. I could 
feel the back of her throat and then she pulled her head back 
while she continued to suck. I was ready and thought I'd come 
right away, but she took her time and brought me almost to climax 
with the same action over and over. She stopped three times and 
finally I exploded into her mouth.

"I'm glad you appreciate my talent, Frankie. Now it's time for 
your costume."

She put a little girl's starched dress on me. Well, it just 
looked like one. It fit my six-foot three-inch frame in a way 
that made me look like a giant doll. White socks with lacy tops 
came next. Black patent-leather shoes were strapped on and she 
finished it off with a blonde wig with curls that went down my 
back.

"Oh, you look so cute. I'll have to put on your makeup and you'll 
be ready to go."

"Makeup? Little girls don't wear makeup."

"I'm just going to hide your beard and make you look a little 
more feminine, don't get your panties in a twist."

"I don't have any panties on so ... ."

"Yes, I thought it could be are secret. Fun, huh?"

"Well, what if something happens down there."

"Oh, Frank."


She had me look in the mirror and she the transformation. I don't 
know how she did it, but I looked like a little girl with a tent 
in the front of her dress. "I can't go without underwear. A 
little breeze under my dress and I already got a boner."

"Come on be a sport."

"No, It's bad enough I'm dressed like this. No chance that I'll 
go without panties or something under the dress."

"Well, I could make it worth your while."

"You already did and lucky for me I can hold out this time."

"Really? You can hold out." She pretended she was trying to think 
of a way to bribe me, but I knew from the look on her face, she 
already had something in mind. "You like my friend, Carole, don't 
you? What if I said I was ready for a threesome and could arrange 
the whole thing."

I'd had a fantasy about two women and me for as long as I could 
remember. Carole never seemed interested and gave me the 'look' 
whenever I hinted. This was too good to be true.


We arrived at the party a little after nine-thirty. We weren't 
the first or last which is always nice. I heard a lot of 
comments, but before things got out of hand, someone new arrived 
and I was soon forgotten. Angie decided to wear a dominatrix 
costume and was getting a lot of attention. Plenty of skin 
showing and not too much leather covering things up. 

"You got a great ass hanging out of that thong, lady." I gave 
Angie a pat on the ass and liked the idea that my wife looked so 
hot. "Any chance I help you take it off later?"

"Now, now, little girl, you aren't supposed to know things like 
that. Just you behave or your going to have to see your confessor 
and pray for forgiveness."


"Hi, Frank, Angie said you might like to see what the three of us 
could do later on." I saw Carole come in, but never saw her and 
Angie talk. It looked like the girls had made plans and I was an 
innocent victim. "Let's step into one of the bedrooms and talk 
about it."

Carole was someone I semi-secretly lusted after. Angie didn't 
mind as long as it was look, but don't touch. A little flirting 
and a little innuendo was as far as things had progressed. It 
looked like Carole and Angie had discussed costumes because 
Carole was also a dominatrix. The only difference was that her 
costume covered a lot less skin.


"You ever have sex with a dom before, Frank." I didn't know what 
Angie would think about us starting the threesome without her, 
but a chance with Carole was something I didn't want to miss. 
"You'll have to let me tie you up on the bed and I'll do 
everything."

Her doing everything meant she too off my dress and had me lay on 
my stomach. She tied my hand to the frame at the top of the bed 
and then played with my body until I had a raging hard-on. I 
thought she was planning on getting under me, but when I got on 
my knees to make room, I felt a slap on my ass from her little 
cat-of-nine-tails.

"I'm in charge, Frank, so just lay there and go along for the 
ride."

She walked next to me and I could see her step into something. It 
turned out to be a strap-on with an erect cock that was way 
bigger than the boner I was hiding under my stomach. She had some 
K-Y lube with her and made sure I saw her rubbing it all over the 
phallus.

"You're going to love this, Frankie. Nothing like a big cock to 
please a little girl."

She got on the bed and spread my legs. I could feel her bouncing 
up and down, but when I tried to look around she said, "Face down 
on the bed and don't open your eyes or I'll stop and leave you 
like this. Understand?"

I felt her hands part my butt cheeks and the pressure of the 
large cock press against my asshole. I never thought she'd be 
able to get it in, but the lubricant helped and my excitement did 
the rest.

She started slow and pumped in and out with a rhythm that got me 
bouncing up and down on the bed. She increased the speed a little 
bit and started talking.

"Won't it be fun to fuck Angie and me. I bet you're wondering if 
we're going to do each other, too. Well, we are and you get to 
watch. We're going to put our tongues in each other, fingers, 
sucking things, touching, coming and you'll see it all."

The dildo slid in and out of my asshole faster and faster. The 
story painted some pictures that were better than any fantasy I'd 
ever had. Faster, faster, faster, I'm coming, ahhh.

I made a stain on the bedspread and now had some explaining to 
do. I hoped I could slip out of the room before anyone noticed.

"Well, glad you liked the preview, now back to the party."

"Hey, wait, aren't you going to untie me?"

It took me ten minutes or so to undo my wrists. When I looked 
around, I discovered that she'd taken my clothes. I was wondering 
what I'd do when I heard my wife outside the door.

"Are you sure he's not in their, Carole. I looked everywhere."

There was another door in the bedroom and I ducked out before my 
wife could catch me naked on a come stained bed. It was a big 
mistake.

The man looking out from his apartment door looked angry. "What 
the fuck you doing standing naked in the hallway asshole? I'm 
calling the cops so get your ass out of here."
 
I ran down the two flights of stairs and out a back door and into 
the alley. I decided to jump in a trash dumpster and hide until I 
could figure out what to do. Not the best solution for my 
problem.


I didn't break any bones when I was picked up and tossed into the 
back of the garbage truck along with a few hundred pounds of 
trash. I was still in trouble. The compactor pushed the trash 
toward the front of the truck and I had to keep moving back to 
avoid being crushed.

"Okay, Billy, toss that last can in the back and we're off to the 
dump." I was waiting for Billy and his partner to open the back 
of the truck and when they did, I scampered out. "What the fuck 
is that?"

I was almost blinded by the light and decided to start running as 
fast as I could.

"Hey, asshole, stop right there." Policemen. I'd been streaking 
for only ten seconds and was already caught. I decided a guy in 
patent-leather shoes and lacy white ankle socks couldn't tell the 
cops anything that would give a positive resolution to his 
predicament so I kept on moving with the cops in hot pursuit.

The bright lights were from Times Square. It was one of those 
good things-bad things. There's all kinds of auto and foot 
traffic in the Square most anytime of the day or night. It made 
it easy to dodge the cops. It also meant a lot of people saw me 
running naked down the street and the way my luck was running, my 
mother would be stopped at the next traffic light and watch me as 
I ran by.

"Hey, come in here." I was trying to catch my breath near a dark 
alley when I heard her voice. I could tell she was a woman. "You 
can hide here."


"I'm Time's Square Sadie and what do they call you, pal?" She 
must have been a bag lady in training. I always pictured them as 
looking a hundred years old and smelling like they'd been dead 
that long, too. This women was probable thirty and seemed to be 
able to take care of herself although the two shopping carts 
filled with treasure said it wouldn't be long before she was like 
all the rest. "I like your shoes, by the bye."

"My name's Frank and I really don't want to explain how I got 
like this."

"Like I said, my name's Sadie and I'm not talking either."

The cops flashed their light down the alley but missed me hiding 
behind one of Sadie's carts. I waited for awhile and then 
realized I was going to have problems leaving.

"Now, the way it works on the streets, Mr. Frank, is that you got 
to give it up if you ain't got the money to pay." She told me she 
might lend me some clothes to wear if I could pay for them. I 
didn't have my wallet or anything else with me so the discussion 
had to do with barter. "I ain't been laid in better than a year 
so maybe if you want something from me you can give me what I 
need."

I was pushed back on top of the rags she had spread on the ground 
to use as a bed. She mounted me like a girl in a porn movie and 
started bouncing up and down. Somehow the scene was a turn-on and 
I felt my cock get ready to explode. 

"I felt you come, but I ain't done yet, so don't you be stopping, 
you hear me?" She was moving faster and the sperm in her pussy 
helped my cock slide in and out. Hearing her voice telling me 
what to do, kept my erection and when she started to make some 
low moaning sounds, I was beginning to feel like I'd be getting 
off again. When she screamed out her pleasure, I shot my wad and 
we both ended up falling into each other's arms.


"Now all I got is a dress and a big old floppy hat for you to 
wear. Stay in the shadows and nobody'll know your not a girl. 
Just wiggle your ass around a bit, stuff like that."

She gave me enough money for the subway and told me where I could 
get a train back to my place.


"Well, look whose here?" Angie opened the door wide when she 
realized it was me and I got to see what my wife looked like in 
her birthday suit. "I wondered where you went. Nice outfit."

I came into the apartment and started to take off the bag ladies 
dress when she held up her hand to stop me. "We've got company 
and I think she'd like to see your new outfit."

Carole was waiting on the bed and I could smell the scent of 
woman in the room. It looked like they'd started without me. 

"What do you think of Frankie's new outfit." Angie had pulled up 
the hem of the dress to show Carole and I could feel the cool air 
sneaking underneath to touch my cock. The two women were 
discussing me like a piece of meat and it was taking it's toll. 
"Nice legs, don't you think, Carole."

"Yeah, and the ass looks good, too. Get the dress up a little 
higher."

They didn't let me take the wig off and I realized that I was in 
for some interesting action when Carole said, "Let me show you 
how to use this strap-on, Angie. You'll love what it does to 
Frankie."

The End


This is a Write Club Duel Story. I had to use the words:

resolution
confessor
pinafore

which I managed to do. I also had to write in a sex area I'd 
never written before which was hard for me since I've written in 
so many. I decided to go with MF Rom RL TG as I can't every 
remember writing that type of story before. I also had to use 
"real sex" defined as penetration. Wll, I guess jamming a strop-
on up the old wazzoo is pentration enough to coundt.

Hope everyone liked my story. Let me know what yu think here:

katie@katie-mcn.com

Read more of my stories here

www.katie-mcn.com

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