Message-ID: <38407asstr$1032631802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@news2.southeast.rr.com> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Generic Joe <genericjoe@offthebeatenpath.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <d2tooukio9kep69arlure3tnkrl010rqps@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 09:31:19 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 13:31:19 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Packing by GenericJoe (MF genderplay) Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 14:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/38407> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, kelly Packing by GenericJoe <genericjoe@offthebeatenpath.org> (MF genderplay) Jeanie and I are, well ... we're geeks. There's no two ways around it. We have a nice entertainment system which goes largely unused because we spend all our time chatting online, playing games, or, well, both. You can't really blame us, it's how we met. I accidentally stepped into a chatroom (aren't typos wonderful) and there she was in all her glory. Two years later, I married her, and now we're living happily ever after. And part of that living happily is our computer setup. The cable modem plugs into a Linksys router that we use to share our internet connection: A computer for her, and one for me, plus a nice Linux mail and fileserver. And a simple 802.11 WIFI server, so that our work laptops are connected anywhere in the house. All quite sweet. Where normal (aka non-geeky) people would have a dining room, we have our office. We each have our own rooms upstairs -- she's a quilter, and I'm into model railroads -- plus a work/play basement as well. But, we decided long ago that if we didn't have the computers in the same room, we might see each other only for sex and meals. And not necessarily for meals, since we eat a lot of them at our computers. Last night, for instance, we both took our suppers to our computers to read our mail, and generally futz around. We've been running through PopCap's games lately -- I was playing Dynomite, and Jeanie had a game she'd been playing called Noah's Ark. Between rounds, I'd slurp down a few more bites of shepherd's pie, and read a few emails, or chat with my friends online. An IM appeared on my screen with a happy little "bling". It was from Jeanie. Yeah, she was right next to me, but this had an url in it, to the Noah's Ark game she was playing. "You've got to play this," she said. "I'm Noah's Son." "What?" I said aloud, and turned my chair to look at the screen. "It's my rank," she said. "I was a Super Beastmaster, now I'm Noah's Son." "The game gave you a sex change?" I asked, joking. "Seems so," she said. "What's the next rank?" I asked. "I dunno, it's several hundred thousand from here. Maybe Noah?" "Who else would be above Noah's Son -- his wife maybe?" "Maybe." "Then your gender would change back and forth. Must be a nice game," I said laughingly. "Yeah," she said, and turned back to her game. I got up a few minutes later to put away my dishes, and noticed she was gone. Figuring she'd be back soon, I returned to my multitasking. I read through a few emails and my IM blinged again. Jeanie again, "Hey geekboy," it read. "I've got a little present for you." I turned around, my wife wasn't at her chair, so I turned. "Where are you, hon?" "Downstairs," I read. "Come downstairs, my little geekboy, and get your not-so-little present." Downstairs, I muttered to myself and smiled. Our basement was one quarter laundry and utility room, and three-quarters play space. Everything from a comfortable bed to an extremely uncomfortable St. Andrew's Cross. It was where we went when we wanted to do something different, to play at being someone else or somewhere else for a little while. I have no complaints about our sex life outside of Downstairs -- that would be enough for any "normal" man and woman. But one of the joys that we have is that we aren't normal, and Downstairs is the glue that binds us, and keeps us together. That and it's always incredibly hot. Sometimes I plan, and sometime she does; sometimes I do unto her, and sometimes she does unto me. Today it seemed like the latter. I smiled to myself, once again remembering that fated typo that brought us together. Time to go downstairs where my wife was feeling very toppy. After I descended the stairs, I turned to enter our basement. My wife had left the door to the playspace open, and I could see right through it to where she was standing, waiting for me. She looked hot as hell. Her long black hair was pulled back into a severe bun. She wore a black bustier we'd bought while we were still dating; leather gloves went up her arms, almost to her elbows; matching leather boots went up to her thighs; and a leather miniskirt clung to her hips, leaving an inch of skin between its hem and the tops of the boots. In her right hand she held our newest leather flogger. Her skirt had an ominous, inviting bulge. I smiled and stepped up to the door. "Strip!" she commanded. I took off my clothes, and folded them by the door. My erection, freed from the confines of my underwear bounced and wobbled in excitement. "Are you ready for your present, then, little geekboy?" "Yes," I said. "Yes, what?" my wife asked. "Yes, Ma'am." "Yes, *what*?" she asked again, this time she lifted the skirt, and I saw what was making the bulge, a six inch black-and-white marbled dildo stuck out, rampant, held in place by leather straps, and apparently it's other end which disappeared inside her. My baby was packing, and I knew what she wanted. "Yes, /Sir/!" I replied. She nodded at the floor before her, and I walked forward, and knelt in front of her. There's something about the way she does it that just triggers something special inside of me, something extremely submissive. When I knelt in front of her, my goals changed. My hard-on was insistent, but it didn't matter. I was there for her pleasure, to do what she wanted, nothing more and nothing less. As I walked she pulled the skirt up, letting it rest on top of the dildo. I could smell the strong scent of leather and arousal coming from her. I realized that the heels on the boots she was wearing put the cock at just the right level as a gloved hand slid into my hair, and she pulled my face towards the dildo. "Suck my dick, little man," she said. I opened my mouth, and slid it down the silicone. I could feel my cock pressed between my thighs as I knelt, and felt it surge with excitement as she guided me onto her cock. "Mmmmm," she said, as the cock shifted in and out of my mouth. Her fingers pulled my hair forcing me up and down her cock, I could feel the tip of the cock pressing against the back of my mouth, causing me to moan and lick the shaft. I couldn't get enough of it into my mouth. I tried for more, pressing down on the cock, and Jeanie gasped. "Oh, fuck, yeah," she said. "Suck my cock." Both hands wrapped around my head then, holding me in place, and she began thrusting her hips forward and back, fucking my face. I could feel the tails of the whip lying against my back, gently slapping my back from the momentum of her thrusts. I opened my mouth, and throat, letting her take my face, feeling my own arousal build. She began to thrust erratically, shaking and gasping as she thrust, and then she slammed it into me, and shook as she cried out in orgasm. She slipped out of my mouth, and let go of my head. My cock was hard, and I badly wanted to come. But I couldn't ask for that. I was here for her. Hell, I couldn't even talk -- I was just her plaything, her little geekboy, waiting on and fulfilling her desires. "Did you like that, little man?" she asked teasingly. "Did you like the way I used you for my pleasure." "Y-yes," I whispered, barely able to speak. "Yes, Sir." A gloved hand slipped over my face, I turned to kiss it. She held out her fingers, and I sucked on them too. I felt the tip of one of the boots press down gently on my cock. My cock flexed, pressing against it, the tiniest bit of pleasurable pain. "You want me to fuck you with my cock, don't you?" I nodded, still sucking on her fingers. She pulled her hand away from my face. "What was that, I didn't hear you?" "Yes." I said. "... Sir." The boot played around my cock, teasing me with the sensation, good and bad, painful caresses. "What was that again?" she teased. She was going to make me ask for it. "Fffff" I said. I remembered ordering the dildo. Opening the box it arrived in, and realizing how big it was. How it felt stuffing my mouth as she fucked me. "Please fuck me, Sir. Fuck me with your big hard cock." She motioned for me to rise, and led me over to a padded horse. "Lean over that," she said. I bent over it and she handcuffed my wrists to the horse. She walked around me then and slapped my ass hard. She grabbed my cock. "You are such a slut," she said. "How many men would let their wives fuck them in the ass with a dildo, much less get hard as it happened?" "Not many," I said, ashamed. She stood behind me, and I could feel the silicone, wet with my saliva, press between my butt cheeks. She thrust gently back and forth -- just so I got the message, and began hitting me with the whip -- Slap Slap Slap against my back. "No," she said, laughing. "Not very many." She stepped back and began to work on my back, slapping it with the whip, warming me up. Every now and then, she would step back up against me and rub her cock against the crack of my ass. My arousal was rising higher and higher, I needed to come, and still she teased me, hitting me with the whip and rubbing up against me. I thrust my hips back, trying to feel her against me and she laughed, and walked away. She was behind me, so I didn't see what she was doing, but I could hear her removing the leather gloves, and pulling on latex ones. A squirt from a bottle, and my cock twitched. This was it, and I knew it. I heard slick sounds, then felt a cold, lubricated hand press against my ass, and up inside my asshole. I moaned, and pressed back against her hand as it invaded me. "Eager, are we?" she said, the same laugh in her voice. "Yes, Sir." I said. "You little slut boy," she said. "Yes, Sir." I said again, and knew it was true. She stopped probing and lubing my ass, and I heard the gloves come off. Then she was standing behind me again, pressing with the dildo, which was also lubed up. She pulled my ass cheeks apart, and found my rosebud. Her cock pressed against it, and slowly moved inside of me, filling me up. "Nnnnn," she grunted as she slid inside of me. I grabbed the handhold she had handcuffed me to as she pressed into me. I pushed back trying to take her in. She slid out, then back, going deeper, then back out and deeper still. She took her time, but soon, I felt her bare thigh pressing against my ass. She pressed harder, and pushed me into the horse. "God," I said. "Hell, yes," she said. She slid out slowly, and then back in to the hilt. Then she did it again, only faster. And faster and faster. Soon she was pounding into me like crazy, over and over and over. The whip came out again, and she was assaulting my back in time to her thrusts Slap Thrust Slap Thrust. I just held on and pushed my ass up for more, more, more. I heard her cry out in orgasm and slow back down -- but not stop. One of her hands snaked around my hips, and grabbed my cock and squeezed. "Still hard, my little slut boy? Still hard for me and my cock?" "Yes," I said. "Want to come?" "Oh, yes. Yes, sir! Please let me come." She kept moving back and forth, in and out of me, one hand wrapped around my cock, moving at the same pace. Slowly she gained speed again, slapping into me, jacking off my cock as fast as she was fucking me with hers. I came in spurts all over the floor, and then she came again, pressed deep inside of me. She pulled out of me, and uncuffed me from the horse. I stood, drained and wobbly on my legs, and she got out of her leather gear. She walked up to me, and the dildo slid between my legs as she hugged me. "Thank you, dear, thank you so much." "No," I said. "Thank you." She went to bed then, but I was too wired to go right to sleep. I went up to my train room, and laid out a new track, and thought about life with Jeanie. It was different, challenging and exciting. I never thought that I would enjoy what we did in our basement, much less come as hard as I had that night. And I never thought I'd meet someone like Jeanie. I never did, really, in all my years of looking. But one day instead of joining #trains, I joined #trans -- a simple enough typo. And there was Jeanie holding forth on how she always wanted a cock, just for a little bit. Neither of us is transgendered -- we were definitely born in the right shape bodies-- but we both love the play. She loves it when I fuck her with my cock, and I love it when she fucks me with hers. GenericJoe (c) 2002 {Author's notes. PopCap games <http://www.popcap.com> is a real company, and makes the game mentioned in this story. They make quite entertaining shockwave games using the tried-and-true shareware method of distribution. Trademarks are the property of their respective owners. The dildo Jeanie used in this story is called the "Nexus" and can be purchased from GoodVibes. <http://www.goodvibes.com/> It doesn't really need a harness, a good pair of boxer-briefs will do. I just like the leather, you know? And yes, there will be more coming from GenericJOe} -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+