fun with a subby boy

“How do you like to come?” I asked doug, as he pounded away at me in a delightful fashion.

I went to this party to get fucked, and doug was very obliging. He actually asked if he could kiss my ass. Literally. It was a lovely offer, and I accepted graciously. I lay down on the bed and presented the ass in question. It is a really big, luscious ass. He applied his lips gently, reverently. Soft little kisses along my cheeks, teasing my crack. Strong hands massaging. I luxuriated in the attention. But, as I said before, I wanted to get fucked. I thanked doug for the lovely ass-kissing, leisurely rolled onto my back, and told him to get on top of me and start fucking. He grabbed a condom, slipped it on, and climbed up. He slid easily into my wet pussy. “Good boy,” I said. “Now fuck me hard.” And he did.

I was very happy, getting the good hard fucking that I’d been needing, and was feeling very fond of sweet doug. So I asked, “How do you like to come?” thinking we could have some fun playing out a favorite scenario. He paused briefly. “I like to be tied up, forced to wear women’s clothes, and dominated.” I confess I had been expecting something more along the lines of a blowjob or a titty fuck, but here was this wonderful surprise lurking behind this clean-cut, outdoorsy, rugged guy. I love living in a kinky world!

I had to give this some thought. We took a break, and rejoined friends drinking and chatting in the living room. It was comfortable, sociable, everyone in some state of undress, with tousled hair and sticky parts. A delicious suburban orgy.

Of course! The lightbulb went off. I had brought a frilly black and pink negligee to change into when the play started, but since I had opted to go straight to nude I had forgotten about it. I grabbed my riding crop, the lingerie, and a medium length of red rope. doug was giving foot massages. I stood above him holding the crop. “I need you upstairs as soon as you are finished with that one.” Far be it from me to rob a woman of her foot massage. I went up to the guest room to prepare. I laid out the negligee, the rope, and gloves and lube.

A few minutes passed, and just when I was beginning to get impatient, doug arrived with an audience. I had enlisted a dear friend to help, and she and I rapidly pulled off his t-shirt and underwear, and dragged the negligee over his head. I circled behind him with the rope, and bound his hands behind his back. Pushing him forward, I presented him to the room. “Isn’t it a pretty girl?” I demanded, and our audience enthusiastically agreed. I turned to my friend. “Now, what are we going to do with her?” We moved our girlie toy back to the bed, and forced her down on her knees on the bed. I stroked the erect penis that dared to intrude through the sheer black gown. “Such a pretty girl.” I leaned over and whispered in doug’s ear, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” He nodded his assent. “Please be gentle,” he begged.

I slipped my hand into a latex glove and slathered my fingers in lube. While my kind assistant played with doug’s cock, I moved my index finger against his tender hole, making small circles with the lube, feeling for signs of readiness. When it felt right, I slid my finger into his ass up to the first knuckle and rotated it gently. He opened up to my touch, and I moved in further. I began slow in-and-out movements. “I’m fucking you pretty girl,” I said, as I moved my finger faster. I asked one of our audience members to pour me some more lube, and I pulled out just enough to add a second finger on top of the first. I glided in and out of his asshole, while my friend continued to play with his cock. With my other hand, I gave a tug on his bound hands, reminding him how completely in our power he was.

“Is this what you wanted?” I demanded. “Oh yes,” he whispered. I withdrew my fingers from his ass and moved around to face him. I reached under the delicate fabric of the lingerie and grabbed his cock. “That’s what I thought. Now, I want you to fuck me some more.” My friend helped him lie back on his bound hands, and I climbed on top of him.

Published in: on July 23, 2007 at 10:58 pm  Comments (12)  

The Back Room

I dreamed of the Back Room when I was an awkward, fat adolescent, cut off from the potential of my curvy female body. Late at night, I watched indie movies in which swarthy men groped each other in public bathrooms, or pretty English boys petted each other silently in fear of waking their sleeping dorm-mates in the boys’ school. I jerked myself to sleep with my imaginary cock nestled in the ass of a sweaty man in the Back Room of a club, music pounding, bodies pounding.

After fisting the beautiful boy at the party a few weeks back, I took a well-deserved rest and began to think about making my way homewards. But the beautiful boy and his perfect ass wanted more. I was awed by the hunger of that ass. I had to feed it again. He took my hand and graciously led the way to the Back Room. It’s not an official Back Room… it’s just another room at the party where the men tend to congregate in writhing masses. I sometimes cast a longing gaze there, but belle of the ball that I was, I still felt separate from that room. But with the beautiful boy leading me… the giant dildo in my firm grip… I grabbed the whole bottle of lube from the supply table and swaggered back there in my black leather boots and black underwear, my bare tits swinging.

A hot trans-gal with perky tits and an equally perky cock was being fucked on the bed at the far end of room. Her moans were electrifying. She was surrounded by a crowd of eager men who seemed to be channeling their strength to the man who was actually doing the fucking, experiencing each thrust and moan along with him. A few of them shifted their focus to us, as the beautiful boy nestled himself into a leather sling, wrapping his legs up around the chains, opening his ass to me. I snapped a glove onto my hand and squeezed a stream of lube onto my fingers. He was still so ready from the fisting; my fingers slipped right into his asshole, welcomed back into the warmth of his body. I fucked him with my fingers, slow and hard. The bed was quiet and all attention was on us. A surging crowd of men surrounded us. I eased my fingers out of him and reached for the giant dildo.

I took my time, all too aware of the crowd’s anticipation. And the boy’s anticipation. I poured a stream of lube onto the cock, and gripped it firmly in my fist, making it my own. I eased back into him, and when I felt only welcoming longing, I plunged, burying my giant cock in his ass. In and out, I fucked him with long, hard thrusts, leaning into the sling, my whole body moving the cock I had made mine. His moans of pleasure were so sweet, and I looked into his eyes, gazing into mine with adoration, that I could make him feel so good. I could feel the straining crowd all around me… the hot sweaty men pushing against me, longing to share the physical sensations with us. I thrust my cock again and again into that luscious ass, surrounded by the pressing flesh of men. The beautiful boy’s climactic, joyful shouts brought me back to myself… the only biological female in the room, the center of all the attention. I was there. I was part of it. The Back Room.

Published in: on June 19, 2007 at 12:03 am  Comments (15)