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Subject: {ASSM} "Hard Time in the Pokey" (MF, anal, toys, mild femdom)
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Here is my second erotic story. It is a little different than the first, but
still builds on the same themes. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did
writing it!
Hard Time in the Pokey
I sat in the windowless basement laundry room of our house, listening as
Valerie's footsteps moved around in the bedroom above. A drawer pulled open,
a closet door slid shut, more footsteps.
The 12'X12' laundry room was set up like she requested, with our two army
cots against the walls on opposite sides of the room. A bare bulb hung from
the ceiling, casting a bright light on the white linoleum. Outside it was a
triple digit scorcher of a late summer afternoon, but here in the basement
it was easily 20 degrees cooler.
This whole thing had been Valerie's idea, her fantasy. But it didn't take
much for me to want to go along with it. In fact this role playing game of
hers was actually turning me on as I waited, listening to her get herself
prepared upstairs. My seven inch cock was totally hard and the pink
circumcised head poked its one eye from the leg of my tight red silk running
shorts. I could feel my nipples harden under the tight tank top I wore.
Valerie chose this particular outfit for me to wear for our game today.
This fantasy of hers had been building. Only last week she started watching
a gay porn tape in bed, lazily fingering her pussy with one hand and
pinching a nipple with the other. She often liked to bring herself off the
first time--while I watched--and then we would make love. She said it warmed
her up and took the edge off her horniness.
I liked watching as she slowly built up to her first orgasm, seeing how her
fingers stroked her blonde pubic hair, moving down to her red swollen pussy
lips. She dipped her middle finger up inside herself, then spread the
glistening moisture around her lips. Then she went up to her stiff clit,
tugging at it softly.
As she worked herself up with the images of men loving men on the t.v.
screen, I lay alongside her on the bed, enjoying my own private show. By the
time the waves of her first cum subsided, I was totally hard and ready to
fuck. Last week was no exception.
When we were finished, hot and sweaty and oozing with our spent juices, we
both lay on our backs, spread out on the bed as we cooled our bodies.
"So, what's with the man-on-man action?" I asked Val.
"I don't know, exactly," she answered softly in her smoky voice. "It's just
sort of a turn-on watching a man make love to a man. It's like they each
already know a man's body intimately, so they know how to wring the most
pleasure from the other. Plus, mens' bodies are beautiful. I like to see
them all naked and horny."
"Yeah, okay," I said, thinking about it for moment. "I guess it's like me
watching lesbian action."
She rolled over on her belly and looked at me with her ice blue eyes and
corn silk hair. "I like watching girl-girl movies, too. I think we both
have a bisexual fantasies sometimes." She smiled playfully and toyed with
the nipple on my nearly-hairless chest. She was teasing me a little,
referring to one of my favorite new sex games. I liked it when she wore a
strap on dildo and penetrated me.
"Maybe," I said. "But fantasy and real life are not the same thing. I like
the anal play, but only with you."
She grinned wide. "I have a role-playing fantasy we could try out," she
said. "If you're interested, that is."
Then she went on to describe her fantasy, which stemmed, no doubt, from her
gay porn viewing. She wanted to pretend we were both convicts in a maximum
security prison. She would play the tough, hardened and lecherous veteran
prisoner. I would get to play the new arrival. We could make our basement
laundry room into a prison cell.
I thought about it for one half of one millisecond. The sparkle in her eye
told me this would be a real turn on for both of us. And, besides that, I
like being the one person who she turns to to play out her fantasies. I love
her creative and adventurous personality, not just her voluptuously rounded
and healthy body. I quickly agreed and we scheduled our playtime for the
next Saturday afternoon.
That is how I ended up sitting on a cot in my basement in a pair of tight
silk running shorts. The cool silk fabric rubbed deliciously over the length
of my cock. While I was a little apprehensive (maybe even a bit scared)
about acting out the role of the victimized male prisoner, my own hard dick
testified to the contrary.
I heard the door at the top of the stairs creak open, followed by slow and
deliberate steps on the staircase, growing closer. My heart thumped loudly
in my chest. The door know turned counter-clockwise. Val strode into the
room and pulled the door closed. The click of the door latch seemed to echo
in the small room.
Her shoulder length blonde mane was tied back in a pony tail behind her
head. She had on dark mirrored sunglasses and had no make up to hide the
light freckles on her nose and forehead. She wore a man's t-shirt that was
much too small for her large tits. The tiny brown eraser tips of her nipples
pushed the cotton fabric of the shirt out at least 1/2 inch. She had on a
pair of my blue denim jeans. They were baggy and much too big for her, but
she had rolled up the cuffs on the legs and cinched the waist with a leather
belt. Protruding 8 inches down the right leg was the unmistakable bulge of
her biggest dildo.
She smiled at me in a lustful and menacing flash of straight white teeth. I
could tell she was well-centered inside the skin of the character she was
playing.
"Well, well, well," she spoke, her voice sultry and low, like a
chain-smoking, hardboiled criminal. "Looks like I got me a new roommate."
Her hand traced the outline of the hard cock under her jeans. "I got me a
pretty new roommate. What's your name, pretty-boy?"
I looked up at her standing figure, imposing with her hands on her hips, my
own tiny reflection in her sunglasses. "Jimmy," I answered softly and looked
back down at my feet on the linoleum. The name `Jimmy' just popped into my
head. It seemed the natural persona for the role I was playing, a role that
felt uncomfortably easy for me to assume.
"Well, Jimmy-boy, my name is Hank Meanyman," she said. "You can call me
Hank when were alone together on account of how we're gonna be close
friends. Real close friends. Understand?"
"Uh, okay," I answered, only half pretending to sound intimidated. It was
very easy to be `Jimmy'.
"Good," she said, unbuckling the leather belt and pulling it quickly
through the belt loops. She tossed it over to the corner where it landed
with a clink. Then she slowly unbuttoned each button of the denim jeans. I
watched the well trimmed nails of her fingers tremble, betraying her
excitement about this play-acting.
"What do you like to do, Jimmy?" she asked, pulling the jeans to her
ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them across the floor.
I didn't answer her at first, but she stared down at me, waiting. Her 8
inch black dildo stood defiantly, jutting out from between her legs. The
cock was realistic in design, with a circumcised head and girth of nearly 2
inches. "Nothin'", I mumbled and stared at the floor again.
"Don't you bullshit me, Jimmy. I can't tolerate a bullshitter. Are you a
bullshitter, boy?"
"N-no," I answered quickly.
She stared at me. "I know about punk-ass boys like you." She sat down on
the cot across from me and began to stroke her thick cock. "You like to jack
off, don't you? You do it whenever you get the chance, don't you? Don't you
lie to me!"
I didn't say anything, just stared at the floor like a scared young man in
prison. She laid down sideways, facing me. She lifted her top leg, spreading
her thighs. "Are you looking at me, Jimmy? Open your godammed eyes and look
at me!" she ordered.
I lifted my head. She smiled because she had given a command and I had
obeyed. "That's right. I'm jacking off, just like you do, nasty boy,
whenever you can."
With each lazy stroke she pushed the dildo in its harness back against her
pussy. Then she would jam on it harder and rub it in a circle near her clit.
Her nipples were so hard and big they looked like they might burst holes
through the fabric of her tight t-shirt. With her other hand she reached
down under her dick and stroked her pussy lips. She bit on her lower lip and
rolled her head back with the intensity of sensations. I realized that me
watching her made her very hot, even as my own cock was fully erect and my
breathing as quick as hers.
Her fingers worked furiously in and out of her pussy as she jammed the
dildo back, grinding it onto her clit. Her juices were flowing copiously,
making her fingertips glisten. Wet pussy sounds mixed with her low moaning.
Soon she had three fingers inside herself and had let go of her cock to
pinch her nipple as hard as she could take.
When she started to come her hips thrust onto her hand and her mouth gaped
wide open, issuing a long, low moan. The outflow of her cum juices drenched
over her hand and thighs. She slowly came to a rest, the ocean musk smell of
her sex filling the small room. Then she turned her attention back to me.
"Stand up, Jimmy-boy," she ordered.
I quickly stood up and a tiny vocalized gasp escaped my throat as the silk
fabric rubbed my tortured cock.
"Ooooh, lookey-there," she said, pointing her wet finger at my crotch. My 7
inch cock had worked its swollen purple head out of the leg of the shorts.
"You like watching me beat off, don't you? You like my big dick, huh?"
I didn't answer her, but stood there staring at her thick black cock and
the hard nipples under her shirt. The dark sunglasses hid her eyes, making
her seem like a stranger to me. My cock seemed to throb with each beat of my
heart.
"I need to look you over, boy," she told me. "Take off that shirt." I
pulled the tank top over my head. She whistled in appreciation. "Nice pecs,
Jimmy. And hard little nips on that hairless chest, too!"
She began wiping her hand on the dildo, covering it with her pussy juice.
She continued this by reaching into her pussy and gathering her moisture,
rubbing it onto the cock while she looked at me standing in front of her.
Her attitude was shameless and proud--like Hank the convict would
be--glorifying in the size and heft of her own penis.
"Now," she smiled. "Take off those shorts and show me what you've got."
I bent down and pulled the shorts to my ankles, freeing my inflamed rod.
When I stood back up it bobbed helplessly in the air.
"Yessir," she said, continuing to cover her cock with her own juices. "I
can see that you like me a lot. You like my hot dick. And, since you watched
me jerk off, Jimmy-boy, I think you should give me a little performance.
What do you think?"
Again, I could not answer her, but I moved one hand to my nipples and
pinched them until they reddened into pebbles.
"That's right," she said, urging me on. "Rub those little girl nips real
hard."
Her eyes followed as my hands slid down to my balls and rolled them between
my fingers. I moaned as a dribble of pre-cum slipped from the angry head of
my cock, falling to the floor.
"Oooh, Jimmy! You're juicin' all up on me. I think I like that about you."
Finally I wrapped my hand around my shaft. The intense feel of skin against
skin made my eyes roll back. Plus, knowing she was watching drove me wild.
"You like touching yourself. You like doing it for me, I know, you nasty
boy."
I began stroking back and forth, jacking myself faster and faster. I was so
close my nuts were pulled up in a wrinkled little sack against my body,
preparing to shoot my sperm all over the room.
"Stop now!" she suddenly commanded. My hands flew away from my cock,
falling to my sides. My tortured cock stood helpless and inflamed, throbbing
with each pulse from my heart. My balls ached with the need for release.
"Get down on your knees and show me your cocksucking ability," she ordered,
swinging her legs to the front of the cot.
I scrambled to my knees in front of her spread thighs and began to lick,
lapping at the sticky juices from her recent cum, cleaning her with my
tongue. Then I traveled up under her cock to kiss and lick at her vulva
while she stroked my face and hair.
"How about giving some attention to my cock?" she whispered, moving my head
to her black wet cock. We had never played around with cocksucking before,
but the taboo and the power dynamic of the situation definitely aroused me.
I grasped it in my hand, pulling the head to my mouth. I licked up and down
it like a popsicle, savoring the scent and taste of her, while she watched
and cradled my face with her open palm. Then I bobbed on the head, taking as
much in my throat as I could. As I bobbed on her cock the base of it rubbed
her clit and pussy. She seemed to love this because her pussy started to
drip juices down over her thighs again.
"Mmmmm," she moaned softly, running her fingers through my hair. "You are a
fine cocksucker." She let me continue to lick and suck her cock clean,
sometimes reaching down to pinch my nipples.
"All right, then," she said softly. "You got me all hot and ready, Jimmy.
Stand up and turn around for me."
I followed her direction and soon felt hands roughly gripping my butt
cheeks, firmly massaging my glutial muscles, pulling the two cheeks as far
apart as possible. I moaned involuntarily as her finger passed lightly over
my anus.
"Looks like you've been keeping yourself nice and clean, " she said. "I
like that." Her tongue slithered quickly across my asshole, making me jump
slightly.
Then I heard the spurt of lube and felt a cold, slippery hand gliding along
my ass crack. "I'm lubing you up real good so my cock doesn't rip you up.
You want my cock in you, don't you boy?"
I moaned as her lubed up finger circled my tiny rosebud, gently nudging at
its center.
"I asked you a question," she said ominously. "You want me to ass fuck you,
boy?"
"Yes," I whispered in a raspy voice.
"What?"
"Yes," I answered more loudly, my face flushing with shame.
"Then say it."
"Hank," I answered with guilty pleasure, my lust-tortured red cock
throbbing mercilessly in the cold air. "I want you to ass fuck me." Even as
I said that magic sentence, I felt her middle finger slide into my anus.
"Oooohh," I moaned louder. A big gob of pre-cum pulsed from the angry
purple head of my dick. Her finger slid in deeper, up to her knuckle. She
poked the hard walnut of my prostate. "Ooooooooooohhhh!" I nearly screamed,
the sensation so intense my knees felt weak.
"Okay," she said breathlessly. This was turning her on almost as much as
me. "Put your hands up against the wall and bend over."
I reluctantly pulled myself off of her finger and put my hands against the
cold cinder block wall. "Spread those feet apart," she barked. "Wider."
I felt very vulnerable, feet spread as far apart as I could, bent over at
my waist with my hands on the wall. I looked back at her over my shoulder
and watched her lube up her cock, stroking it up and down until it was shiny
and wet. Then she directed the gaze of her dark glasses to me.
"All right, Jimmy," she said, gripping her cock and sliding the head up and
down the crack of my ass. "I'll try to be gentle, but I am gonna fuck your
sweet ass good. So try to open yourself up. It'll make it easier on you."
I felt the slippery head of her cock zero in on my hole. A slight pressure
followed as she guided the head past the first ring of muscle. I pushed back
onto it, feeling it slowly fill my insides. It felt good inside my butt.
"That's it, boy," she said. "Take my cock up your ass." She was panting as
she said this and I could smell her hot pussy, imagine the wetness of it
dripping down her legs.
Soon her 8 inch tool was up to the hilt all the way in my butt. As she
slowly withdrew her cock I immediately felt the absence of it, the void of
her missing stiff prick. Then she plunged back all the way in and I nearly
swooned. I felt her hands latch onto my hips, steadying my legs.
She started to pump my ass, slowly at first, but steadily increasing her
tempo. Soon I was bucking back to meet her rapid thrusting, moaning and
muttering all the while, telling her how much I liked it. My cock bounced
and bobbed beneath me with each thrust her cock into my body. My balls
slapped against her thighs.
She fucked me hard and fast, then slowed suddenly to a crawl, teasing
guttural animal noises from me. She made me beg her to fuck me, to call her
"Hank", to tell her what kind of a cock slut I was. She worked me for what
seemed an eternity. She worked me until my balls fiercely ached and sweat
poured from my skin.
Then she put her hands on my shoulders and began driving it in harder than
ever. With each thrust I heard the slap of her skin on my legs and ass. Then
I heard her voice moan with each thrust as she brought herself closer to a
come. Each time her thighs slapped against my butt and balls, the dildo
pushed back on her clit.
"Fuck...your...hot...ass," she chanted in cadence with her pelvic
movements.
"Fuck..your...ass..Take...my...big...cock...Fuck..your...tight...boy...ass,"
she muttered as she thrust faster and harder, until she came again with an
animal growl, her fingers gripping deeply into the flesh on my shoulders.
She stopped thrusting with the cock buried deeply in my ass. She hugged my
sweaty body to hers as she recovered her breath. I could feel her wet
t-shirt against my back and the air from her lungs on my sweaty neck.
Then she slowly pulled her cock completely out of my ass. I whimpered in
defeat, my gaping hole empty. I was left totally helpless and desperate with
my own need. Pre-cum and clean sweat dripped from our bodies, spotting the
white linoleum floor. The smell of animal sex enveloped all our senses.
"All right, boy. I'm gonna let you ride my cock," she said.
She lay down on her back on the cot and, gripping the shaft of her black
cock, motioned for me to climb on top of her. I quickly put a knee on either
side of her waist and looked back down at her sunglasses and wet t-shirt.
She guided the head of her cock to my hole. Cupping the globes of my ass
cheeks, she slowly pulled me down, down, down onto her cock. Then, gentle
and slow, she guided my hips up all the way back to the tip. Then she pulled
me down again, and up again, until I found I was moving to her rhythm of my
own accord.
I moaned again and again, impaling myself repeatedly on her big cock. My
sweet ass felt so incredibly full, so soft and yielding, so amazingly hot
and wet, that I wished these sensations would go on forever. In the mirrored
lenses of her glasses I could see the lewd reflection of my own gyrating
body and bouncing erect cock.
The volume of my voice increased. My body began to tremble. An electric
shock sparked deep in my ass and the rings of muscle in my butt began to
spasm rapidly around her cock, squeezing it tightly, releasing it,
contracting around it again, over and over. Time seemed to suddenly stretch
and slow down. Waves of white hot lava wracked my body in convulsions.
Suddenly white ribbons of wet spunk began spitting from the head of my
pulsating cock, flying wildly through the air. A streak of my juice slashed
across her face and smeared her glasses. Another got her neck, chin and
lips. Several spurts shot over her shoulders, splattering the wall behind
her. White jism pumped from my cock in massive amounts, most of it
collecting on her wet and sweaty t-shirt. My throat hurt from my screams of
pleasure. Finally the intense sensations of my orgasm subsided.
Val took off her sunglasses and pulled me down, hugging my hot and wet body
to hers. The role-playing game was over. She tenderly stroked my wet hair
and squeezed me tight in her arms. Her strong embrace calmed my body and
made me feel okay about everything we had just done. The dildo deep in my
ass felt snug and secure.
She kissed me gently, slowly. We lay like this for at least 5 minutes
before we spoke.
"You are such a sexy man," she whispered into my ear. "I love you very
much."
"No," I answered her, my voice still hoarse from screaming. ""You are a
sexy man. And I love you, too."
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