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Subject: {ASSM} "Trick or Creampie" (MF M+m D/s TV) by Creampie Eater 
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Trick or Creampie
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"You want me to do what?" I exclaimed, as my wife Paula rode me.

"I want you to dress up like a cheerleader for the Halloween party 
while I dress up like a horny teacher," she explained again.  I could 
feel how wet she was, and as if to show it, she slid off me and jacked 
me a few times, using her juices as lube.  Then she slid back onto me 
and let me lick her fingers.  They were coated with her juices and my 
precum.

"I don't think so," I said.  I don't think she bought my protest, 
coming as a moan like it did.  She stopped and just squeezed me, 
making me groan with each pulse of her Kegel-enhanced pussy.

"Yes you do," she said, taking charge now and kissing me.  "Just like 
you want me to let you cum in me and then make you suck it out."

"No, no, no," I said, even while we both knew I was lying.  I loved 
being forced to do it.  It was a game we played.

"Yes," she paused, "you do.  You want to have me stick my dripping 
pussy on your mouth and let you clean it."

"No..."

"Yes!"  She slid off again, manhandling me roughly and then 'making' 
me clean her hand.  When she mounted me again, she clenched her cunt 
shut so that it felt like I was fucking a virgin.  "You do want to 
lick your cum, don't you?"

"Maybe..." I allowed.

"Maybe?" she smiled.  "Maybe you'd like to have me force you to suck 
the men at the party?"  She knew me too well!  "Maybe you'd like me to 
have them shoot their cum on your face or make you stick out your 
tongue to have them squirt on it?"

"Oh God Paula!" I said.  I was very close to cumming now.  "You 
wouldn't make me be a slut would you?"  I whined.  I didn't want 
anything else than to be a slut for her.

"Make you?" she giggled.  "You would love to be a slut!"  She leaned 
over and fucked my mouth with her tongue.  And, I let her.  "I 
wouldn't have to do anything and you would be a slut.  Wouldn't you?"

"I..." I moaned, so overcome with need I couldn't speak.  Paula knew my 
hot buttons and toggled them all.

She stopped yet again, which both heightened my pleasure and 
frustrated me no end.  Now she barely touched me, dragging her long 
fingernails over my slick skin.  "Tell me," she said softly, "that you 
want to be a slutty cheerleader for me."

"I do," I moaned.  I needed release.

"Tell me you want to be a slutty cheerleader for me.  You want to be a 
girl for me."

"Oh damn Paula!  You know I want to be a girl for you.  A fuckin', 
suckin' slut of a cheerleader.  Please, make me your girl!"  I thought 
my dick would burst.

"That's a good girl," she grinned.  "And I have a surprise for you 
since you have been such a good sport," she said.

"What?" I gasped as she moved into position.

"If you do a good job making me cum with your mouth, I'll get Bubba 
out and let him fuck you until you cum again."

I couldn't even speak.  She slid into me and let me pump away madly, 
taking myself rapidly up to the edge, and over it.  My cries were 
smothered by her mouth as I shot a huge load into her flooding hole.  
I could feel her canal filling with my semen, getting sloppy wet.  I 
knew I would soon be forced to clean her out with my tongue, eating 
her creampie.  That knowledge enhanced my orgasm, prolonging it.

When I stopped squirting, I was completely drained.  I could only lay 
there, smiling like a fool.  Paula, though, was filled with a need of 
her own.  She slid off me and up, covering my lips with her dripping 
pussy.

"Eat me," she hissed, urging me to action.  Fighting drowsiness, I 
slid my tongue out and into her tangy treasure trove.  There was 
nothing like the flavor of a creampie, part man cum and girl juice.  
It was pungent, powerful, and delicious. I loved the texture, which 
was like a pudding, and I loved the scalding heat of the cream as it 
left her super-heated incubator.

Soon I was getting erect and moaning.  Despite my desire, I was 
'servicing' my wife.  We both loved to think she was making me do it, 
and that my initial reluctance was overcome through the force of her 
will.  I became a creampie-eating slut for her.  I was her slave in 
our game, despite my willingness.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, "eat me out.  Stick your tongue into my pussy."

"MMMmmmmmpph!" I replied.

"Swirling your tongue in the cum, you slut," she hissed.  The creampie 
became hotter, thinner, more strongly her flavor.  She was getting 
incredibly wet, diluting the cream.  "Tell me you love it," she 
commanded.

"I love it," I moaned.

"Tell me you wish you could clean me after a gangbang," she said.

That was actually not one of my desires.  But, it was not my place to 
disagree.  "I want to... I want to suck out five guy's cum from you," I 
lied, trying hard to make it sound convincing.

Somehow, this was a hot desire for her.  Almost immediately, she came.  
She creamed all over my face as I tried to suck her clit and her hole 
at the same time.  Oh God, it was hot to have her sliding her cunt 
frantically over my face, cumming and creaming.  Making her cum was 
the height of pleasure for me.

She fell off me then, and I took my place to continue cleaning her 
pussy and licking her erogenous zones.  It was some time before she 
stirred.

"MMMmmmmm, that was nice," she purred.

"I love having you sit on my face," I enthused.  I gave her a tender 
long lick to emphasize it.  Her hips moved against me, demonstrating 
that she was again becoming aroused.  That prompted me to continue as 
her squirming become more consistent.

"Ummm, yeah," she sighed.  "You have a nice mouth."

"Thanks," I said wriggling my tongue against her clitoris.  I got a 
lot of pleasure myself by bringing her pleasure.

"I think you deserve a little reward, don't you think?" she asked 
deceptively sweetly.  Without waiting for my reply, she rolled away 
and off the bed, going into the closet.  She returned with the 'toy 
chest,' the locked chest I had made for her when I was interested in 
woodworking.  These days it was used to store our collection of sex 
toys, so it lived up to the toy chest moniker.

Paula unlocked the chest, and with a knowing smile pulled out the 
strong leather harness.  I watched her, my cock growing painfully 
erect as she buckled it securely.  She watched me too, seeing my 
reaction.  When she pulled out the starter probe, she was moving 
slowly, tormenting me.

"Tell me you want it," she murmured, fixing the thin bumped tool onto 
the harness.

"I want it; I want it bad," I said, watching her stroking the shaft.

"Then come here and suck my cock," she said, her eyes intent.

It was my turn to roll off the bed, and I got on my knees.  With a 
hungry moan, I took the firm rubber phallus into my mouth.  She had 
taught me to nurse at it, and I did.  I sucked it with the gusto she 
expected, although I was doing it on my own.

"Yeah, suck it like you're going to suck the men at the party," she 
said, rocking her hips to slightly fuck my mouth.  That was the second 
reference to the Halloween party, and I was beginning to suspect she 
hadn't been kidding.  That thrilled me and I worked her cock, 
listening to her appreciative comments.

Soon she shoved it completely into my mouth.  I could breathe still, 
for the dildo wasn't that large.  But I knew what was coming, and 
moaned softly as she leaned over and began to finger my asshole.  A 
quick squirt of lube, and she was plunging a finger into my willing 
opening.

She didn't even speak, but gripped my hair to lead me back to the bed.  
Rudely she leaned me over the mattress and quickly violated me.  I 
grunted at the intrusion, but we both loved that she 'took' me without 
my consent.  I would have given it, of course, but the taking was more 
erotic.

She made me admit over and over how much I loved being fucked.  I 
admitted I was just a butt-fucked slut, and she taunted me with that.  
She also pointed out how much precum I was dripping.  The shame of it 
all heightened my arousal.

She pulled out of me and went back to the chest retrieve Bubba.  Bubba 
was the larger-than-life cock she had, reserved for the horniest of 
occasions.  At her command, I made love the to the phallus as she 
reinserted her cock into me.  "Get it slippery," she advised, letting 
me know that Bubba would soon be in me.  I salivated on it, getting it 
as wet as I could.

I imagined she would replace the starter dildo in the harness with 
Bubba, but I was only partially right.  She pulled out of my ass, 
returning to the toy chest one more time.  She came back with 
something new.  It was a different harness, which I watched her afix 
to the footboard of the bed.  With a deft tug, she pulled the starter 
dildo free of her harness and put it on the new harness.

"Back onto it, and fuck it," she told me.  The dildo was sticking out 
from the bed at ass level, so it was fairly easy to push it into my 
butthole.  But I found it hard going to rock back and forth without it 
popping out and forcing a reinsertion.  Paula watched, attaching Bubba 
as I learned to actively fuck myself.

Now Paula held out Bubba and forced him into my mouth.  I tried to not 
gag as she fucked my throat.  The saliva was to make deepthroating 
easier, but it barely helped.  I felt totally wicked, with two dildoes 
in me.

The final act of the night began with a question.  "Do you know what 
A2M stands for?" Paula asked.

"No," I moaned, so terribly aroused I thought I might cum any second.

"It stands for 'ass to mouth'," she informed me.  I groaned, repulsed.  
"I want you to get used to having a dirty cock in your mouth, because 
I know you will be serving up seconds at the party."  I groaned again, 
but it sounded faintly like pleasure to Paula.  "Now, turn around and 
put that cock in your mouth, and make it cum, and I'll make you cum."

Hesitantly, I did as I was told.  The submissive in me found it highly 
erotic, even if the rational man in me was disgusted.  I didn't find 
and fecal matter as I put the steaming hot dildo into my mouth.  At 
her insistence, I began to pleasure it until I felt her press Bubba at 
my back door.

Her fucking was hard and deep.  She warmed to the task, getting 
pleasures from my squeals of delight.  I adored the initial 
stretching, and then the feeling of fullness.  I came all too soon, 
which didn't slow her much.  She was going to cum while fucking me.

But she didn't.  When she very close, she pulled out and turned me 
around so that she could fuck my face in my second-ever A2M.  As she 
did, I reached inside the harness and pressed my thumb against her 
hard clit.  She came, making me gag as she held the dildo too long in 
my throat.

It was great.

We fell asleep, more in love than ever.

Three nights later, I learned that I was indeed going to be a 
cheerleader.  The Halloween party started at 8:00, and at 4:00 Paula 
called me home from the jobsite for a surprise.  The surprise was my 
makeover.

Paula had encouraged me to grow my hair out until it was now past my 
shoulders.  The guys at the construction site never thought anything 
of it, for many guys wore their hair long.  I kept it neatly in a 
pony-tail except when Paula wanted to 'ride the horsie' with the 
strap-on, pulling my hair to help force the toy deep into my rump.

Now Paula cut it slightly longer than chin length and included blunt 
bangs.  Then she crimped it until it looked like a perm.  When she 
shaved off my beard and mustache, I thought I would die of 
embarrassment for I looked like a girl.  She helped me forget about it 
by plucking my eyebrows.  When she was done, I looked passably 
feminine.

She left me to shave my legs and arms and chest while she got ready.  
I wondered how I would explain this to the guys as the hair came off.  
I also wondered what Paula's costume would look like.  It turns out 
her idea of a horny teacher was to wear Dockers, and a sport shirt.  
She had slicked her hair back and added a thin mustache so that she 
looked like a caricature of a slimy car dealer.  But the final touch 
was that she was wearing the harness and Bubba underneath; it looked 
like she was fighting a huge erection.

I praised her costume and inventiveness, and Paula told me to wait 
until I saw what I was wearing.  She produced a short-skirted 
cheerleader outfit, with heels.  "I got it on eBay," she commented.  
It was mostly virginal white with a green chevron front, featuring a 
megaphone.  The top was sleeveless, and the skirt had a green border; 
I could tell it was that kind of cheer skirt that came up from front 
to back.  I used to pant hard at the sexy cheerleaders with their 
nearly-exposed rumps.

"Cheerleaders don't wear heels," I said, gawking at the two-inch 
height.  Truth is, I thought the outfit looked sexy, but not for me!

"They do after the game and if they are tramps," Paula advised.  "And 
here's the last things," she smiled.  I saw the obligatory panty and 
bra set (Victoria Secret's best padded set!), but was confounded by 
the leather thing.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to it.  I looked like a cock cage 
with a ring in the end.

"Oh, that's to make sure you don't get erect (I'll warn you now that 
an erection will hurt) and to hold your cock and balls back."  With a 
triumphant flourish, she pulled out a butt plug with a leather thong 
attached.  "This goes into your ass and the lace pulls your cock and 
balls back.  Nice isn't it?"

"Nice?" I said incredulously.  That would hurt!

"Yeah, it is.  You'll look just like a girl."

She encountered a little trouble putting it on me with my erection.  
Her solution?  She whipped out Bubba and made me suck him while 
begging to do it.  I had to use a falsetto and beg to be fucked.  She 
didn't use Bubba on me, but did use the smaller one until I came.  I 
was still draining cum when she put the cage on and drew my cock back 
roughly between my legs.

We were the hit of the party.  Everyone laughed at my costume, 
commenting on what a good sport I was.  Meanwhile, Paula teased me all 
night long, threatening to make me fellate men or even let them fuck 
me.  I grew erect-ish many times, the pain of the cock cage always 
defeating my arousal.

We drank a lot--too much.  Towards 1:00 am,  Paula took me into the 
bathroom with a couple of her girlfriends.  Giggling, she pulled down 
her fly and had me demonstrate my ability to service Bubba.  The girls 
shrieked with laughter while Paula teased me with suggestions I show 
them how else I could use Bubba.  If I wasn't so drunk, I'd have been 
mortified.

We left the party soon after, driving when we shouldn't but needing to 
get home to find release.  I was penalized for my drunk driving until 
we were a block from home.  I rolled through a stop sign, and hit the 
brakes right before slamming into another car.  I barely bumped it, 
but four angry guys jumped out.

"What the fuck!" the biggest guy screamed.  "You stupid or what?"  My 
burbled reply let him know that I was drunk.  "Jesus, you are stinking 
drunk! I ought to call the cops!"

Luckily, Paula could at least talk.  "No!  Don't!" she panicked.  "We 
can't afford to lose our insurance, again," she whispered to me.  
Unfortunately, her whisper was too loud and the other guys heard it 
too.  They hurriedly conferenced while Paula offered to pay cash for 
any damage.

"We don't want no cash," the tough announced.  "We need to report the 
accident like good citizens."

"No, please," we both said.  Paula continued, " look, we'll do 
anything."

"Naw, we'll just call the cops and let them handle it," they insisted.  
"You committed a serious crime and you need to be punished."

"Come on," I said, now desperate.  I was on probation for a moving 
violation already, and another could make me lose my license.  "Can't 
we work out a deal?"

"I don't know..." one said, scratching his chin theatrically.  "What 
will you do if we don't call the police?"

"Anything," Paula said.  "What do you want?"

They looked at each other, as if reaching agreement that they were 
really going to do it.  "Well," the leader said, "our girlfriends did 
tease us all night, and we could use a little relief."

"No way," I said, roused now at the thought that my wife would pay for 
my drunken driving.  "She won't do it."

Paula put her hand on my arm to calm me.  "No, I won't," she said 
firmly.  "But, she might." 

My eyes went large as I realized she was talking about me!  "Honey," I 
said pleadingly, turning to her.

"What, is the dude a fag?" one said disparagingly, but without a trace 
of repulsion.

"No, he's bisexual," Paula corrected him.

"No I'm not!" I said, horrified.

"Yes you are," she said, looking at me with the eyes of my master.

"Oh God," I whispered.  I knew I would be erect but for the cage.

"Yo, you kidding us?" the head guy asked.

"No, we're not," Paula assured him.  "I am sure he'd love to suck you 
off or have you fuck him."  She unzipped her pants to punctuate it, 
and let Bubba dangle.  I thought I would die when they eyed me up and 
down.

"OK," said the guy after looking at the others for concurrence.  
"Where?"

"We're just a block from our place," Paula said.

The leader got a wily expression.  "Sounds good, but I ride with you 
and he rides in our car."

So it was arranged, much to my dismay.  The guys asked me if she 
really fucked me with Bubba, and I had to say yes although I about 
died doing it.  "This is gonna be fun," one commented, and the others 
agreed.

When we got to the house, Paula led everyone to the living room.  "You 
got anything to drink?"  the leader asked.  Paula said she'd go get 
some beers, and as soon as she was out of the room the guy pulled down 
his pants to expose his uncircumcised prick.  "You better have your 
lips around this thing when she gets back," he said menacingly.

Shit!  Was I really going to do this?  Feeling like there wasn't an 
alternative that was any better, I gave into my submissive side.  I 
didn't want to do it; I was being coerced.  The fact that I was 
trembling as I knelt in front of him had nothing to do with it, right?

I leaned in and closed my eyes, preparing to fellate him.  "Wait, 
cocksucker," the guy ordered.  "Look me in the eyes when you suck 
me."  Oh my!  But, I felt miserably slutty looking him in the eye when 
I gripped his prick and took my first lick.  Soon, I pressed his 
foreskin back and kissed it.  He made appreciative sounds, especially 
when I sucked him into my mouth.

"Shit!" I heard Paula say when she came back in.  By that time, I had 
taken his entire penis into my mouth and it was shiny with my saliva.  
I was proud to say he had hardened as well, until he had a full-
fledged boner.

"Your girlfriend here can sure suck cock," he grunted.  I took the 
opportunity to show off, squeezing his sack as I pressed him into my 
throat.  My own cock throbbed in my cage.  I was thrilled, entirely 
horny at finally being with another man.

"Shit man," another guy complained, "let me have some of that mouth."  
He came over and stood next to the first, whipping out his dick and 
slapping it against my check to get my attention.  I turned to him 
without thinking and started sucking.  It was like a drunken dream, 
blowing two guys at once.

A third guy asked if they could really fuck me.  "Oh sure," Paula 
said, laughing.  "He loves having a cock in his ass even more than he 
loves a cock in his mouth.  Get on your hands and knees," she told me.

I did, and she lifted my skirt while the guys watched.  She pulled 
down my panties, and I lifted my legs to help them off.  She rudely 
pulled my cheeks apart, revealing the plug and how it worked with the 
cock cage.  I thought I would be freed to have an erection, but 
instead she just let the plug  hang after pulling it out.  She pushed 
in two fingers from each hand, demonstrating my willing hole.  My cock 
and balls were stretched by the dangling plug while the head guy 
pressed his flesh into me.

Until tonite, I had never experienced a live cock besides my own.  Now 
I had one throbbing in my mouth, and another in my ass.  Both fucked 
me, as if in a race to see who would cum first.    I couldn't believe 
the sensation of two cocks moving in me.  The cage was painful around 
my pecker, but seemed destined to be erect.

Finally, the cock in my mouth erupted in orgasm.  I tried to swallow, 
which was hard because he was determined to force his spurting member 
into my throat.  As a result, my mouth was filled with his seed.  I 
loved it.

Before the next guy took his place, I had a chance to look over at 
Paula.  She had removed Bubba, and was sitting in a chair with her 
legs spread apart wide.  Her fingers were all over her pussy, rubbing 
the juices that were dripping out.  Seeing me looking, she called to 
the guy who had just cum, asking him to eat her pussy.  Good Lord!  I 
couldn't watch as he knelt between her legs, because the next man 
wrangled my face to attend to his cock.    Gulping hard, I began to 
blow him.

The leader finally shot his load into my poop chute.  Paula told him 
to let me clean his prick, which let the guy I was blowing begin to 
fuck me.  I did my first A2M with a real cock, trying to ignore the 
slimy coating of cum on his prick.

When I was next able to see Paula, she was sitting astride one of the 
guys.  His cock was pumping in and out as she rode him.  She called to 
the guys with me to have me on my back.  I rolled that way, and they 
again filled my mouth and ass.  Some time later, Paula's pussy 
replaced the dick in my mouth, draining a strangers sperm onto my 
tongue.

I was mortified and yet I was thrilled too.  My wife had fucked 
another man, and now I was cleaning his jism from her.  We were both 
sluts.

In all, I had two loads of cum in my mouth, and three more in my ass.  
I ate another three from Paula before the guys left.

Paula went to the kitchen and returned with a bag of ice.  My partial 
erection prevented her from removing the cage.  I was stuck in a 
painful situation, but too horny to calm down.  She tenderly applied 
the ice, telling me how proud she was of me.  We talked about 
feelings, which of course was a totally non-erotic thing (for me).  I 
shrank quickly, and she removed the cage.

"Poor baby," she said, looking at the welts raised by being pressed 
against the cage.  "Should I kiss it and make it feel better?" she 
smiled.  I moaned as she sucked me gently, teasing me that she'd have 
to learn from me.  Now that I was broken in, I looked forward to the 
time I could do just that.

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