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Subject: {ASSM} Anita and Tom {Biff Jones} (fict, MF, creampie, tease, d/s, smoking, toys)
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Authors Notes and Disclaimer:  All works are drawn from my own
experience or imagination and are the sole intellectual property of
the author.  Names have been changed to protect the parties involved.
Reuse of these stories is limited to reposting; any edits or changes
are not authorized.  Read this story at your own risk.  The subject
material is of an adult nature and is not appropriate for minors.  Do
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view this material.

This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a fantasy.  
**********

Anita and Tom (fict, MF, creampie, tease, d/s, smoking, toys)

     Anita spent a few minutes adjusting the table to ensure that
everything was set just so for her husband Tom.  It wasn't that he was
particularly demanding.  Far from it, he was actually quite
accommodating and rarely pressed her about things around the house.
In many ways he was the ideal husband - more than willing to pitch in
with the "domestic" chores, and without a chauvinistic bone in his
body.

     Which was exactly why she was going out of her way to please him,
Anita contemplated with a note of self-approval.  She was too
independent a woman to ever have succeeded with a dominating husband.
She certainly appreciated a strong male presence, of course, but to
her a marriage was a meeting of equals.  Different strengths, and
different weaknesses, working together to create a union that melded
them into one.  

     She realized that her thoughts were growing sentimental and
mushy, and mentally slapped herself.  While the feelings were valid,
and well deserved, they did not suit her plans for the evening - in
fact were rather inappropriate as it were - and she banished them from
her thinking.  For while this night was all about pleasuring her
husband, it was not via the somewhat docile, submissive role that many
women assume in order to please their spouse.  Anita knew that what
Tom really wanted was for her to take a forceful lead in the bedroom,
teasing and tempting him until he could take no more...

**********

     Dinner was simple and elegant.  Anita had prepared a wonderful
light meal and Tom devoured it with gusto.  She kept the Pinot Grigio
flowing lavishly throughout.  The crisp white wine matched the light,
flaky haddock perfectly.  Similarly, the flickering shadows created by
numerous candles on the table set a romantic, sensuous mood.

     Of course, there were unusual things as well.  Romantic dinners
don't typically feature the husband sitting in his after work attire -
slacks, shirt, and tie - while the wife lounges casually in black
lingerie.  In fact, Anita was fully decked out.  She wore a leather
and lace bustier that laced up the front and lifted her 35B breasts to
look noticeably larger than their real size.  Satin gloves concealed
her arms nearly to the elbow, and she wore 4" tall wedge-heeled shoes
whose shiny vinyl material screamed "slut".  All in all, Tom found it
quite difficult to focus and ate as if on autopilot.  Had he been any
less famished he might not have been able to eat anything at all.

     Anita had planned very carefully.  She didn't want Tom to be so
full that he became sleepy or needed an extended period to let his
food settle.  So the meal was intentionally small, and she let the
sweet alcohol of the wine loosen him up a bit.  She was going to be
behaving rather unusually this evening and she wanted him good and
relaxed for what was to come.

     After clearing away his plates so that the table was empty save
for the wine glass and the flickering candles, she took a seat on the
table in front of him.  That position placed her at a significant
overall height advantage and left him looking slightly downward at her
crotch, which was covered by an opaque wedge of black satin.  Not a
trace of her naturally flame-red hair peeked out from around the
edges, nor was there even a hint of texture breaking the smoothness of
the fabric as it flowed over and through the crease of her nether
regions.  Of course, Anita generally kept herself clean-shaven, but it
was obvious even through the panties that she was freshly depilated.  

     An unexpected click brought Tom's eyes upward and he saw his wife
lighting a white cigarette that she had placed between her
crimson-painted lips.  She casually tilted her head back slightly and
exhaled a thick stream of smoke.

     "What's going on Anita?" he asked in shock.  "You don't smoke!"

    She lifted her right leg and smoothly rested the sole and heel of
her shoe in the center of his chest, applying light pressure so that
he could feel the wedge pinching his skin slightly.  "There are a lot
of things I do that you don't know about," she said firmly.  She took
another long drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke towards his
face, slowly increasing the pressure on her foot until his chair begin
tipping back on the two hind legs.  She could see her husband's face
change a bit from the mild pain her heel caused and felt her vagina
tingle moistly.

     "Um..." he began slowly, clearly trying to think of something
safe to say.  Anita rapidly solved that problem for him, grinding her
foot into his chest more aggressively such that he was balanced quite
precariously.

     "Shut up," she instructed sharply.  "You may not want answers to
all the questions running through your head right now," she teased
him, "And besides, I haven't given you permission to speak."  A quick
glance at his crotch confirmed that her dominant approach was arousing
him tremendously; his cock was tenting his trousers quite
dramatically.  Anita had always loved and respected her husband's
penis.  At 9" long, and thick, it was very nearly large enough to be
her ideal cock - a fact that she had always glossed over in the past
when telling him he was the biggest and best she could ever ask for.

     But over the past several years, Tom had let it be known in both
subtle and not so subtle ways that he had always imagined his wife
taking a more aggressive role in the bedroom.  From the stories that
he downloaded and allowed her to "find", to the photos of
dominatrices, face-sitting, and even toys being used on men, he had
given her a clear understanding of his deepest desires.  Of course,
she knew that not everything in those stories was something he wanted
to try.  For example, he didn't really want her to fuck other men
behind his back.  Nor did he have any interest in being treated as a
cuckold.  In fact, she found the idea of him as a cuckold somewhat
implausible with his solid 6'4" and 215 pound build.  Still, he did
want to be teased quite mercilessly...

     She let all of these thoughts run through her head as she slowly
smoked in silence, keeping him off-balanced in his chair and most
likely wondering if she was going to tip him all the way over onto his
back.  In fact, she hadn't quite decided that herself, and was
debating the likelihood of actually injuring him if she knocked him
over.  Finally deciding he could take it, she suddenly pushed him over
and laughed at his shocked gasp when the chair back hit the hardwood
floor.  She got off the table and stood over him, one leg on each side
of his hips, finishing her cigarette and looking down, then bent
double at the waist and put her lips nearly against his.  However, she
stayed just far enough away that it was not quite a kiss, and simply
licked his lips while she exhaled her last drag.

     "We can do this two ways," she whispered to him.  "My way-easy,
or my way-hard."  She paused and put her hand on his cock - it was
throbbing.  "I recommend easy, which will certainly be less painful
and frustrating for you.  But the choice is really yours."  She gave
his cock one last hard squeeze and brushed her mouth against his, then
straightened.

     "Get the fuck up and go to the bedroom," she ordered.

*********

    Anita arrived in the bedroom a few minutes later, having decided
to light another cigarette and let Tom wait for her.  When she
arrived, he was already naked and lying on the bed.

    "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she said in a menacing
tone.

    Tom had a look of utter confusion on his face.  It was obvious
that he'd thought stripping was the appropriate action before a nice
round of sex.  But Anita had other plans.  She ordered him to sit on
the edge of the bed, and then slowly pulled her panties off to reveal
a slick gash shiny with her juices.  She backed up to him and bent
over.

     "Lick my cunt until it's nice and wet," she commanded.

     Tom eagerly complied, burying his face in her tangy twat.  His
tongue swirled all around the exterior, capturing her delicious
nectar, and then diving inside to penetrate a few inches up the warm
tunnel.  Although it felt wonderful, and she was very much enjoying
it, Anita fought back her moans and let an air of boredom emanate from
her.

    After several minutes of squeezing her cunt muscles to force her
wetness into his mouth, she sighed dramatically.  "Adequate, I
suppose.  Hand me the vibrator underneath the pillow," she said.

    Tom immediately complied, presenting her with a medium sized hard
plastic g-spot vibe that was designed for minimal penetration and
maximum sensation.  She turned it about two thirds of the way up and
inserted it just deeply enough to hook around the back of her g-spot.
Now she let the moans fly, telling him nonverbally that the buzzing
toy was pleasing her more than he had.  

     "Spread my butt cheeks and lick my asshole," Anita ordered.

    Tom resisted for a moment.  That wasn't something she had ever
asked for before.  She sensed his hesitation.  "Lick my asshole you
motherfucker!" she repeated, grabbing his head and pulling it towards
her.  He complied tentatively at first, taking one globe of her ass in
each hand and spreading them widely to reveal her wrinkled brown hole.
She was immaculately clean and he soon found himself enjoying the
soft, crinkled skin as he played his tongue across it.  This time,
there was no way to hold back the sounds of her pleasure as Anita
enjoyed being rimmed for the very first time.  In fact, she had never
even heard of it until reading some of his stories online, and thought
it might be fun.

    She let that continue for some time, and then made him stop and
lie on the bed.  She had prearranged several velcro cuffs and tie down
straps so that she had him completely immobilized in a matter of
seconds.  Then she produced an unusual contraption that widened his
eyes.

     "This is a strap-on dildo harness," she explained patiently as
she fitted the device with a very large dong.  The pecker was easily
10" long and 2 ½" thick.  "It's not designed to be worn around the
legs like lesbians do - or as if I were going to assfuck you with it,"
she added pointedly.

     "Instead," she continued as she slid a strap under his back and
around his sternum, "It's made to hold a dildo in place around an
object like, oh, your chest for example."  She tightened the strap and
adjusted the dildo until it was sticking straight up from the center
of his chest.  Then she poured a generous amount of liquid lubricant
onto it, letting the slick mess drip onto his chest unconcernedly.

     Anita slid upwards, trailing her sopping pussy along his body to
mark him with her scent.  She paused with her twat just above the head
of the dildo.

     "You can't be serious about fucking this huge thing," Tom cried
out.

     She fixed a stern eye on him.  "If you'd prefer, I can go down to
the bar on the corner.  I suppose if I chat with some of the black
guys there I can find one who's about this size - big enough to fuck
me properly, unlike some I know.  I don't believe that you'd be in any
position to do anything about it.  So, shall we do it this way, or the
other way?"

     Tom gulped and nodded, then felt her weight on his torso as she
slowly lowered herself onto the thick shaft.  Anita let gravity do
most of the work, simply sinking onto the dong and letting her cunt
gradually stretch to accommodate it.  Eventually her leaking twat was
pressed right against Tom's skin with the dildo buried fully inside of
her.

    "Oh, that feels good.  I need a really big cock every once in a
while, you know?" she said rhetorically.  She reached back with one
hand and grasped his shaft, confirming that he was still aroused.  In
fact, he was as hard as she'd ever felt him.  

     "See, I told you there are things you don't know about me," she
told him breathily as she began to move up and down on the tool that
impaled her.  "For example, I really do need a big cock once in a
while."  Anita intentionally used obtuse language to tantalize Tom -
to make it sound as if it were just possible that she was getting sex
from other men, even though she no desire to actually do so.  But that
was such a common theme in the erotica he enjoyed - wives taking
lovers while their husbands watched, or didn't even know.  And his
dick was pulsing in her hand to every word.

     The dildo strapped to his chest was a stroke of pure genius she
decided.  Her pussy was literally oozing juices down the thick shaft
to pool on his chest and run off to the sides in little rivulets.
Each time she lifted up, the dong would start to pull up with her but
was restrained by the straps.  And when she again descended, her
petite frame nevertheless drove the breath from her husband's body as
she compacted his chest with the force of her thrust.  Plus, his body
was the perfect size and shape for her knees to straddle comfortably.
The best, of course, was that her pussy was barely a foot from his
face, and also a foot and a half from his cock and balls, being fucked
by a gigantic pseudo-dick.  She knew that the desire to be in her must
have been driving him crazy as she denied sharing him the pleasure she
was experiencing.

     Anita slowly stroked her husband in time with her rocking
thrusts.  She was careful not to build to him orgasm.  She had other
plans for his seed, and although making him clean her hand after he
came in it would have been amusing, it wasn't as dominating and
intense was what she had planned.  However, she had no compunctions
about letting herself come.  After all, as a highly multi-orgasmic
woman it would have been wasteful to hold back.  She enjoyed two
exceptional climaxes as she rode the dildo on her husband's chest,
squirting a tiny amount of cunt juices out with each one.  

     Finally somewhat satiated, and realizing Tom had been teased
nearly as much as he could handle, she reluctantly rose from the
dildo.  Due to its enormous size, her cunt gaped widely open,
twitching, and she showed it to him.  "You see Tom," she said in a
conversational tone, "This is what my pussy looks like after a good
sized cock has fucked it.  I suppose I might feel a little loose
around your dick tonight...  Do you like seeing my stretched out cunt
like this?"  Tom nodded, mesmerized.  "Of course if it had been a man
doing this to me tonight instead of the dildo, I'd be covered in
frothy semen and it would be leaking out of me in thick streams -
probably onto your face given the way I'm standing now.  How would you
like that?" she taunted.

     Almost too much, she realized suddenly, as his dick jumped like
crazy and he bit his lip.  That was a close call.

     She decided to give him a moment to recover so that he could at
least fuck her for a couple of minutes before he came, so she left the
bedroom.  She returned a minute later with a cigarette, and something
else in her left hand.  She sat on the side of the bed next to him and
smoked while she showed off her acquisition.  It was a medium-sized
butt plug.  His eyes widened as she explained that she hadn't bought
it to use on herself.  

     She squirted a bunch of lubricant onto it and slid down between
his legs.  After taking a drag, she put the cigarette in her right
hand and grasped his cock, stroking it gently.  With her left hand she
pressed the tip of the silicone plug against his tightly puckered
anus.  With a slow, firm pressure she let the tapered wedge slip
slowly inside until after 4", the shaft narrowed abruptly before
widening into a flat base.  That was what made it a plug that would
stay in, since his ass instantly clenched around the narrower portion
and held it firmly inside.  Tom groaned in pleasure at the unusual
sensation.

     She got on top once again, this time straddling his prick.  He
slid into her well-lubricated and stretched pussy easily.  Although in
truth Anita had never fucked a man bigger than Tom, she suddenly
understood a little of the desire that a really well hung stud could
create, and found herself fantasizing about a bigger lover.  She took
a final pull of the cigarette and then set it in an ashtray on the
bedside table, picking up a candle as she did so.  She kissed him with
her smoky mouth, unable to contain her smile.

     "Does this feel good?" she breathed.

     Tom was capable only of groaning.  Every movement of her hips
drove his cock deeper into her, and forced him to clench down on the
plug invading his asshole.  Her cunt felt so different than when they
normally fucked - usually he went a little cautiously so as not to
cause her any pain or discomfort.  But tonight her vagina was slack
and sloppy feeling and the sensation was completely different.  And
she was riding him with wild abandon.

    Suddenly he felt a searing heat on his chest - she had leaked some
candle wax onto his skin.  He cried out from the sudden pain, which
dissipated almost instantly into a warm tenderness.  

     "You liked it, didn't you?" she asked with eyes aglow.  She
splashed him again.  "Answer me, goddammit!"

    "Yes!" he cried out in pleasure and pain.

     "Good," she continued.  "You might as well enjoy the inevitable,
since it's going to happen irregardless of your feelings."  She
continued to fuck him, and drip on him, listening to his moans
increase in intensity.  She knew he was very close to orgasm.  Being
dominated, and even humiliated a little, by her had clearly driven him
wild and she was surprised to discover how much she had enjoyed it as
well.  Deciding the time was right to finish him off, she leaned
forward and carefully, firmly, bit and sucked on one of his nipples.

     The feeling of his hot semen jetting into her warm sex was all it
took to give Anita the start of her third orgasm of the evening.  Tom
was ejaculating with more force than she had ever felt before.  Each
pulse that impelled jism far into her crevice was like a tiny
earthquake inside of her, and for the first time she actually felt the
spooge hit her cervix rather than simply feeling the jerking of his
cock and spreading warmth as usual.  She groaned out her own quivering
pleasure around the stiff nipple that she continued to ravage.  Their
orgasms lasted nearly 60 seconds before subsiding.  Both of them were
left feeling somewhat breathless afterward.

     But Anita had one last need, for a final climax of the night, and
a final assertion of her dominance that she knew Tom desperately
wanted from her.  Although occasionally he would go down on her after
sex, she always insisted on first wiping away most of the come with a
towel so that it didn't leak out all over the bed.  But tonight, she
thought inwardly as she lifted her hips from his shrinking cock and
clenched her pussy as tight as nature allowed, it was going to get a
whole lot messier than that.

     Moving rapidly, she scooted her hips up the bed until she
straddled his face.  Her action was so swift that he barely had time
to react before she loosened her muscles and let the first string of
sperm start oozing and dangling from her twat.  It landed on his
closed lips.

     "Open your fucking mouth!" she hissed.  Tom complied and she
squeezed out the next stream to land on his tongue.  The sight of the
milky fluid pooling on his tongue, a mixture of his semen and her
cuntal essence, was immensely erotic to her, and she urged him to
swallow it.  Then she lowered herself to his face and ground her
sloppy pussy against his mouth.  Tom's tongue came alive as his mind
caught up with her actions, and he began eagerly eating his own creamy
mess from her red, well-fucked pussy.

     The amount of come inside of her was incredible.  She had driven
him to a level of arousal that he had never been to before, and he had
pumped her to overflowing.  She could feel gob after gob sliding loose
with the active probing of his tongue, and felt him swallowing
regularly to consume it all.  To further degrade him, she made sure to
rub her gash all over his mouth and face and smear the mixture of fuck
juices all over him.  Knowing he was devouring his own load brought
her very close to orgasm, and she mentally envisioned doing this to
him again another time in the future, only this time after she had
gone ahead and let another, very well-hung man fuck his load up into
her.  The thought triggered an immediate, powerful climax that ripped
through her body, and she decided not to tell Tom what had gotten her
off so, knowing that there would be a next time for these activities
and saving the material for then.  Or for a surprise, in case she
ended up deciding to do it for real...

     Finally spent, she rolled off of him and admired the shiny mess
on his face.  She pulled the butt plug out of him with a slight plop,
and then kissed his sticky mouth.  

     "How did you like that honey?" she asked, back to her loving and
sweet self, the dominant and bitchy Anita through for the night.

     Tom was nearly at a loss for words.  "It was incredible.  I
always dreamed, hoped, that you might do something like this for me,
but never thought you would go this far with it!"

     Anita couldn't resist one last twist, and knew that he would love
her doing it.  "I've looked through the stash of what turns you on,
and from what I've seen this wasn't really all that 'far' to go
compared to what some of those wives do.  Just wait until my
inhibitions are a couple of steps lower..."  Somehow, even after all
of the sex they had just enjoyed, she saw that his cock began to stir
once again at her "threat".

**********

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