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Subject: {ASSM} "Preparation" (MF strap rom) by Creampie Eater
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Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 20:10:05 -0400
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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. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that
are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you
know it. Even so, caveat lector.

NOTES:

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-----Preparation-----

I stood in the shower, soap in hand, reflecting on what I was doing.
Getting myself as attractive as possible for Janey is always a
pleasure. I like that she finds me appealing, and I always want to be
that way for her. Careful grooming when we are to meet is an effort of
love for me.

When I am going to meet her for sex, the process is exciting. I pay
attention to the little things that could turn her off. I try to make
sure there are no missed spots when shaving, or parts I ignored when
washing. I make sure my cock and balls are smooth, and I scrub my dick
until no foul man-crud could possibly exist.

The most exciting preparation occurs when Janey informs me that the
next time we meet, we will engage in a taboo strap-on sex act. In
those circumstances, preparations involve days of dedicated service.
For today's meeting, I had begun three days ago by changing my diet to
high fiber and softer foods, making sure I abstained from alcohol and
drank twice my normal amount. Two days ago, I had carefully shaved my
anus; any unhealed nicks would beget painful results today. Yesterday,
I switched to sweeter foods like yogurt and pineapple. Now, I was
holding a bar of soap in my hand and looking at the enema bulb on the
edge of the bathtub.

I washed my backside, inserting a soapy finger inside my anus to lube
and clean it. Then I filled the enema bulb and soaped the curved
nozzle. It wasn't really an enema bulb, but an easy-to-use vaginal
syringe. Janie had one just like it for the days when I would enjoy
anal sex with her. Today, I was washing myself out so she could have
anal sex with me. That knowledge made the washing process terribly
exciting. My erection was constant through the two enemas I gave
myself in the shower.

After I dried off, I felt my balls. They were smooth and hairless.
More importantly, I could tell they were full. They were heavy with
semen, ready to pour out a large volume mixed with pineapple-sweetened
ejaculatory fluids. I could imagine the feeling of jet after jet of
cum flying out of my peehole. I shuddered, wanting to cum so bad, but
loving the self-denial. Janey wanted to see me cum, I knew. I was
saving my cum for her. For us.

I told my wife that I had a morning meeting, which explained why I so
carefully dressed. She wouldn't wake before I left for Janey's, but I
was always prepared. The real reason I was dressing in my
going-to-a-meeting clothes is that we loved the transformation from
business man to debauched cum cow. I would enter her condo looking so
fine, and in the end my body would be covered with the produce of sex.
Thus, tying my tie became another ritual of foreplay. My cock had
still not softened.

I fed the dog, drank water lest my stomach growl, and left for
Janey's. It was only a 20 minute drive--fast for Houston--but the
entire trip was another delay in which my desire increased. The final
moments were in climbing her steps, looking at her porch light,
pulling out the key to her condo. As the door swung open, the
anticipation was over.

It was time for sex.

Her condo was dark, as usual, but I could still see her sitting by the
window in that big comfy chair. One foot was on the floor, and her
other leg was over the arm. Her right hand was stroking her cock. It
was a sight I could never see without gasping. Her pale white skin
looked even more pale against the thick dark meat of her strap-on
phallus.

Then I realized: it was the black cock. Usually, she'll use the
smaller (but still large!) purple dildo with her harness. She had read
in a psychological paper that purple was the favorite color of
homosexuals, and she enjoyed taunting me with the gayness of her toy.
I was her ass fag, she said. She got that purple color because faggots
like me prefer it, she had said. I was not at all homosexual--not even
confirmed as bisexual!--so the taunting was a psych technique on her
part to give me submissive pleasure.

Now this black cock was a different story. It was incredibly lifelike,
even having public hair! It had all the right veins. It looked damn
real, except for the large 2.5" diameter and 10" length. She'd wrecked
my ass once with that thing, and I had smarted for days. Its presence
now was sinister indeed. It was meant to send the message that I would
do whatever she asked. I would, we both knew, but taking that cock in
my poopchute did nothing but reinforce how much I loved her. I loved
her so much that I would suck and fuck that monster dark toy of hers.

"Come here and blow me," she said. There was no discussion about this
in her tone. She was getting right to it, and so I moved in and knelt
in submission. Then I began to work at her cock. "That's right, suck
my black cock," she taunted me, "the big black cock that my white
bitch cow is going to fuck." I shivered in desire at her foul words.

With such a large cock, sucking was difficult. Part of my mind was
glad that it wasn't a real dick, because I fear I grazed the tool with
my teeth. Had it been real, I would have hurt my lover and perhaps
been beaten for it. As it was, I was able to bob up and down on her
dick.

Unfortunately, I wasn't taking enough prick in my mouth to satisfy
Janey. She grabbed my tie and pulled my head down while she thrust her
hips up. The cock hit the back of my throat and gagged me briefly.
Janey loves me enough to not let a simple thing like gagging stop her,
so she did it again and a third time, so that it popped through my
choke point and slid into my neck.

I won't lie and say it was all pleasure to deepthroat the black cock.
It was rough. She was insistent, not letting me breathe on my
schedule. She pulled my tie down until my nose felt the pubic hair,
then ground on my nose until long past my desire for breath. She was
letting me know she was in charge, and showed me how good a suckslut I
could be.

Abruptly, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers. She kissed
me savagely, without the warmth and tenderness I normally find on her
lips. Clearly, she needed to be kissed, and so I kissed her as hard as
I could. She wanted me all horned up, and although I was stunned by
choking on ND, I did my best to appear randy.

"Take off your clothes, slut," she demanded. I stood up and disrobed.
She allowed me extra moments to take care of my clothes, folding them
carefully so that the ruse of a business meeting could be maintained.
I didn't dawdle for two reasons: she'd kick my ass if I tarried, and I
didn't want to have time to think about what was next.

She stood up, silhouetted in front of the window. I saw her meat
jutting out, like a damn porn star. "Get on this chair with your head
hanging off," she said. I knew what she meant, laying with my butt
against the back of the chair, legs up, head hanging off. It was one
of her favorite positions for throat fucking. I swallowed, feeling the
burn of the earlier choking, fearing what laid ahead.

She reached for a tube on the coffee table, then knelt in front of me.
"Open your mouth," she told me, squirting a little dab from the tube
onto her fingers. I complied, and her fingers pressed in and against
my choke spot. I about heaved, then realized that the feeling
immediately went away. Smiling, she repeated the process again,
sliding her fingers against the back of my tongue and throat. Then she
stood and milked her black dick for my benefit.

"What is this stuff?" I asked, breaking role to discover what she was doing.

"Its a anesthetic cream," she explained. "It deadens your sensation
and will let me face fuck you harder."

I tried to swallow, but was unsure if I did because my gag reflex was
dead. I would hurt later, I knew.

She smiled and hunched her hips down a little to position her dick
head at my mouth. "Open wide and saw 'Ahhhh'" she giggled. And then
she was throat fucking me. It was brutal and extended, perhaps as long
as the video clip I had sent her. I didn't feel pain, but I could feel
my throat filled (especially when she used her hand to choke me). I
coughed up saliva and snot twice, because it was a juicy ordeal to
have your head hanging off a chair.

And yet, I remained hard. After Janey had introduced me to the dildo,
she had begun to jack me off. Not so much that I would cum, because
that would have ruined the fun. Instead, she rubbed and manipulated my
cock so that my stomach became soaked with precum. She used that as
more lube for my cock until I was slippery and gooey indeed.

I knew I should be humiliated. My face was covered with saliva and she
was facefucking me like a degraded whore who had no self-esteem. I
could hear the wet sounds of my mouth, and her grunting, and of course
I could feel the chafing of her faux pubes on my lips. I should be
embarrassed and humiliated to be treated like this. And yet, I don't
think I had ever been so hard. My balls yearned for release, but I
dared not cum.

Again she stopped, pulling out her black cock and smacking my face
with it. The saliva and snot made wet thuds as the heavy silicone hit
me. Then she made me suck it clean, which was degrading and
humiliating. To make sure I got the point, she stroked my incredible
hard on again.

"Go get a towel to wipe your face," she told me, "and get into the
stall in the bedroom."

I staggered to the bathroom, my head hurting from being upside down
for so long and my equilibrium shot. I cleaned my face off, noting how
wretched I looked. Then I chanced a drink of water from the tap,
suddenly worried as I did so that the cream would make swallowing
dangerous. However, I survived and went into her bedroom, where she
had created a milking stall.

The "milking stall" was an ottoman she had bought at a garage sale.
She'd had eyebolts drilled into a pair of legs, to which she could
attach wrist cuffs by using carabiners. In front of the ottoman was a
padded footrest, to which she had pop-riveted heavy belts to either
side. I would kneel astride the footrest, my knees strapped to it. My
chest would rest on the ottoman, and my wrists would be affixed to the
far legs. Between the footrest and the ottoman, beneath me, would be a
plastic bed pan to catch the drippings.

I belted myself to the footrest, then put the wrist cuffs on myself. I
put my chest on the ottoman, and waited for her to shackle me to it.
My cock was bobbing, because being milked was incredibly nasty (and
thus, exciting).

Janey came in and asked if I were ready as she shackled my wrists in
place. I told her yes, and we agreed on a safe word in case I really
was in pain. Then she showed me the special lube: Anal-eze. It was a
slippery, anesthetic cream developed for pain-free anal sex. I guess
we'd see!

Janey put on a pair of latex gloves and began the process of dilating
my asshole. At first, she used regular lube so that I could feel
myself being stretched. I was a moaning fool, loving ever finger she
gave me. I knew I was a slut for sodomy, but feeling it again was
wonderful.

After a bit of stretching, she began the process of making me produce
"milk". She began a slow repetitive rubbing of my prostate, urging it
to produce fluid. I groaned more, feeling it begin to drip out my
cock. I felt myself begin to soften, as I do during anal sex, but I
still continued to ooze precum/milk. Dripping milk uncontrollably was
a fantastic attraction of this play.

Then, she changed back to stretching me. "I'm going to use the
Anal-Eze," she told me. As planned, most of the direct sensation at my
sphincter went away. I could feel I was being stretched more, and I
could hear her nasty commentary--"Jesus, I could stick a watermelon up
your ass, you slut!"--but I couldn't feel any pain.

She moved around front so that I could see her lubing the black cock.
It was a different sort of lube, more like grease. "This is all the
rage in the fag parties you love so much," she told me. It was like
Crisco, but presumably silicone safe. "I'm not going to use the wimp
cream, so you can feel how full your bitch hole is."

I cursed myself for being the wanton slut I was. And then I gasped,
because she had simply pushed it into me. At least the head went in.

It took her several minutes to work the rest into my ass. I spent the
time alternating because grunting and moaning and telling Janey how
much I loved her. She simply must love me to fuck me like she was
doing. Eventually, the entire thing was in my ass and she began a slow
and steady fucking, stimulating my prostate again. I began to drip.

Every minute or so, Janey would stop and literally milk my cock. Her
hand would reach under me as she was buried in my ass and she would
milk me like I was her cow. Just a few strokes, not enough to make me
cum, but enough to let me understand I was a cum-producing animal. Her
cum cow. I would moan like the slut I was.

Finally, her back was too sore to continue. Not only that, but I'd
been milked plenty. She released me and had me lay on her bed with my
head propped up so that I could watch. This was our closing ritual:
Janey would slowly fuck me while I masturbated. She liked to watch my
face when I came.

My cock was sore from dripping precum for so long, but seeing how
easily she slid that thick black dick into me was electrifying!
"Listen to this," she said. I heard wet sucking sounds, and she told
me that was the sound of my gaping cunt letting the cockhead just
slide in and out. "Now, cum for me."

The whole morning had made me ready to orgasm, except for my cock.
With my own fingers workin', I was hard in seconds. "Oh baby," I
moaned less than a minute later, "I'm going to cum."

"Do it bitch," she growled at me. Her sudden return to a dominant
persona startled me and took me over the edge. I watched her hips
pumping in and out, but I didn't barely feel it. I was cumming.

I felt my balls tighten and then a sticky sweet string of cum hit my
face. That was one reason my head was propped up, to catch that
initial squirt if possible. Today though, I caught a second one too,
right on my nose! Having that big cock up my ass gave me something to
squeeze and made my ejaculation more powerful than normal. The
remaining squirts felt just as good but were less powerful. Finally,
my nuts just hurt from turning inside out and giving their all.

Now came the worst part: the post-orgasm chores. Now that I had cum,
nothing sounded sexy or fun. Now it was all work. Janey wiped the cum
from my face and chest, and stuck her finger into my mouth so that I
would clean it. Then she climbed on the bed and began to hump my face.
At the same time, she poured an incredible amount of precum--the
milk--down her loins and into my mouth. I thought it would never end,
but through it all I continued to munch her well-deserving pussy in
the way that she loved best.

Turns out, one orgasm wasn't enough for her. She kept facesitting on
me until she'd had a second. Only then did she fall off me and we
began loving each other. We couldn't spend long, because the milking
had taken almost an hour and I had to get to work.

I spent the rest of the day feeling the sensations in my ass return
and turn to pain. It was totally worth it though, and served as a
reminder of how much she loved me.

-----

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