As I entered the dimmed bedroom, Jolene lounged with her kick-butt, cowboy boots dangling off our bed. While that was an unusual sight, what got my attention was her hand stroking the dildo strap-on. My blood surged, and my gaze shot to her face. She swirled her tongue around her lips and blew me a kiss. My breathing quickened.

“For me?” I swallowed hard.

“Yeah, Tex. You ready?”

Was I?                

I walked closer to the bed taking in the impressive view. Jolene squirted a lot of lube in her palm, and her slick hand leisurely danced up and down the dildo’s length.

What would that feel like in me? With her moving it, in and out?

“Jolene, you got a big one.”

“Baby, it’s what you said you wanted. Now take your clothes off and come sit by me.”

Nervous and excited, I yanked my boots off and then my clothes. I maintained my focus on Jolene, her cowboy boots, and that massive dildo.

Dreams do come true. I was primed for this. The soft sheets touched my skin as I settled on the edge of the bed beside Jolene. The charge in the air held an unmistakable erotic scent, and I realized it was me.

“Tex, invite my nipples to the party.”

I kissed one pebbled tip and drew it in my mouth. I knew what would set Jolene off, so I grazed her skin with my teeth.

“You love to play with fire,” she said.

“Hmmm, huh.”

“I’m going for intense heat,” said Jolene as she stroked my cock and her dildo. My personal two-fisted wonder was getting us ready.

Filling my hands with her big, luscious breasts, I alternated nipping, sucking, and then licking her strawberry tips.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” I said.

“Tex, we agreed. It’s my turn to be in charge, so hop up here between my legs.” She let go of my erection, and I repositioned and draped my thighs over hers.

“Practice time is over. Did you do it?” 

“I did, Jolene.”

I scooted closer to her, and I lifted my legs presenting my ass.

“Oh, baby, you followed my directions. And you used my favorite butt plug.” Her hands slipped under me, and she squeezed each cheek, as she admired my handiwork. The pressure of her nails on my skin ground her need into me.

“I’ve been imagining you pounding me.” I stroked Jolene’s leg, and her eyes lit with excitement. I was so hard.

“Lay back.”

Her words, a command laced with dirty intent, made me harder. I stared at the ceiling anticipating her touch, wondering what she would do.

“You’re my butt slut, baby. I am going to enjoy having your ass.” She wiggled the butt plug. I held my breath and grabbed each of her thighs.

“Stroke yourself while I play with the plug.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She moved it around. My body flushed. The room was hot. I was roasting. Jolene had me exactly where she wanted me.

My cock and the plug were a matched set of steel. I continued my stroking.

“Stop, Tex.”

I froze. Tonight couldn’t be about punishment. Losing the sensations created by my hand left me in agony. It was worse as Jolene pulled the plug out, but when I felt her fingers around my hole, probing, I revved up again. She pushed the tip of the giant dildo inside and paused. She was reminding me I was her plaything. I steadied my breathing and waited.

“You are doing this, Tex.”


“You are going to fuck yourself on my cock. Use my thighs, use the bed and bounce on my cock. Hold tight. Do it. I said so.”

She had the angle just right. I squeezed my eyes shut. As I moved my ass a little closer to her body, it shoved the dildo shoved further inside me. Jolene’s hands slid up under my thighs and gripped me tightly. It was what we had talked about, what we wanted. She had me saddled to ride and I would.

“Fuck me, Tex. Fuck me, hard.”

As she created a rhythm pulling me closer to her, I started moving. With my ass high on her lap, the bouncing helped. I thrashed my head as the intensity built. Her cowboy boot was near my mouth.

“Jolene, I want to taste your boot.”

Jolene moved her foot closer to my face. The leather scent confirmed I was riding. I nuzzled her boot, and I picked up my pace. She filled me. Her fingernails digging into my legs urged me on. I was full, hot, and exploding. The position was perfect. I kissed her boot, a full mouth kiss. When my tongue touched the leather, I wanted a crop on me, stinging, pushing me on. The picture captured me. I imagined Jolene smacking my ass, my thighs, my balls.

“Get it Tex, get it.”

I was bouncing so hard and fast; in a kind of cowboy saddle heaven.

“Ride me, Jo.”

She yanked on my thighs, and her cock bottomed out in me. My orgasm exploded in the bedroom like a shooting star across the sky. I jerked to the sensations as I bit her boot and hung on. Locked together, I rode her, and she rode me.

It was the riding crop that took me away.

She rubbed my thigh muscles as my spasmodic motions subsided.

“Did you get there, Tex?”

Tell her.

“Pretty much. What about you, Jolene?”

“Uh, huh and more.”

Tell her now.

“I need to visit the barn.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m getting my riding crop.”

Jolene chuckled. “Well, well. Is that for you or me?”

 “I’m up for negotiating. Have you been a naughty girl?” 

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One year ago, I started my website and began posting stories. This story was posted as a guest blog with Wicked Wednesday before my website was up and running. It is hard to believe I've been writing a year. What a ride! Thank you all for reading and commenting. I look forward to what this year brings.  Dr. J.

I want to see the round and juicy parts. I’m a visual person,” said James.

“Yeah and I’m the auditory person. Give me murmurs, gasps, and groans. I want the nuances of the body speaking,” said Camille.

“So where does that leave us in selecting a porn film for tonight?”

They sat across from each other at the partner’s desk. Each one had a computer open. They had reviewed films for a while. Camille wondered if they had reached an impasse.

“Maybe we can discuss the finer points about what we like,” said Camille. “I’d be willing to start.”

James pinched his lips between his fingers, thinking. “This could be a futile exercise.”

“Oh, you have no faith. We agreed to find porn we both liked. I know it can happen. What if we each did a little more research and then shared our likes when we’re done?”

“I can work with that. Any particular parameters?”

Camille perked up. “How about we narrow the scope to real people in meaningful relationships having sex?”

“Okay, let’s select our favorite video which combines great visuals for me and sexy sounds that will drive you crazy.”

“That sounds good.”

“I have a request, though; can we search for the films naked?” James’ eyes pleaded.

“Hmm, how naked? I have this great new garter belt and stockings sans panties that would make me feel sexy while I look.  You want to see?”

Camille shimmied out of her skirt.  She showcased the lingerie as if she were a model. She struck poses highlighting her exposed ass, long legs, and mostly, her bare pussy.

Appreciative noises came out of James like he was experiencing erotic pleasure for the first time. He knew his sounds glided over Camille’s skin like touch arousing every erogenous area. “Oh, yeah. Hmmmmmm. Oh God.  Huhhh.”

Camille walked to his side of the partner’s desk and slid his computer over. She laid face down on top of the desk and hiked her derriere in the air for his personal inspection.  She knew how to get James revved up.

“What do you think, babe? Does it fit? Can I wear it while we search for videos?”

James thought Camille had a world class ass. If it were a hotel, it would have a five-star rating. He delighted in her creamy, white flesh accented with the royal blue garters and white stockings. She looked like a gift secured with silk, lace, and ribbons.

“I need to check more carefully,” he growled.  

James rose, and his chair creaked. Camille shivered. He toed off his shoes and shucked off his shirt. When Camille heard the shirt swish to the floor, she knew her pussy gushed. James ran a finger up the edge of a garter. He snapped it and watched goosebumps rise on Camille’s beautiful ass. James smiled when he heard her suck in a quick breath.

“You look delicious spread across our big, hard desk. You’re going to fuck me good tonight.” Both his hands stroked along the garters.  He slipped fingers between her legs enjoying her wetness.

Camille spread herself wider, but James made her wait. With one hand, he turned the computer facing him and pressed buttons. With his other hand, he slid fingers up and down her drenched folds.

“Too many clothes James. Take more off.”  He leaned over her and rubbed his chest all the way up her back until he was level with her shoulders. James positioned his lips by her ear. His ragged breathing echoed in the room. Camille’s sex driven symphony commenced. She ground her gorgeous, round butt into his crotch.

“My zipper will be coming down next. What else do you have for me to see?” whispered James.

James stood, and so did Camille.  She turned and faced him. Watching his steady eyes, Camille unbuttoned her blouse. At the bra edge, she ran her fingers over her breasts. The pitch and cadence of his breathing provided stimulation to her ears.  Determined to conduct this work, Camille matched his breathing with her heaving. She readied for his breathing tempo change as she dropped the blouse and displayed her succulent breasts encased in sheer, white fabric.  Rolling her shoulders back and forth allowed James to watch the sway of her breasts. “Didn’t you say something about a zipper?”

James smirked. Camille gave him exactly what he wanted. Moving around her, James pressed another button on the computer.  Then he reached up and yanked the cups of the bra down causing each breast to spring out. Camille gasped. James affixed his mouth to her erect nipple as he pulled his zipper down. Working intentionally, he caused each metallic click to reverberate in the room. 

Camille moved to the rhythm of the zipper clicks as if she were being unzipped. James sucked and slurped each nipple to the beat of her body movements. Grabbing the sides of his pants, Camille pushed them off his hips. When they passed his knees, he sank into the office chair bringing Camille down on his lap in a straddle.

“Shall I lean back a little more for maximum viewing pleasure?” said Camille.

“Oh yeah, baby, your tits do it for me every time.”

“I thought you were an ass man?”

James chuckled and used that smooth as bourbon southern drawl to drive Camille insane. “If it’s round, warm, and accessible, then life is good darlin’.”

“Oh James, get going.”

James lifted Camille onto his rock hard penis. When she sucked him inside her, his grunt caused whistling air to hiss through his teeth. He settled her ass on his thighs. “Bounce baby, give it to me hard.” He leaned back into the chair taking in this vision. She locked her eyes on him as he pressed another button on the computer. He anticipated her response.

The room filled with a menagerie of sex sounds played in surround-sound. Camille found herself in the middle of many wild and lustful, mating rituals. Her nostrils flared, and she grabbed James by the shoulders and rode him like a pent up rodeo star riding the prize bull.  She bounced her breasts in his face just like he liked it.

When orgasms took them both, Camille wrapped her arms around James. He nuzzled her neck and cheek and gently caressed her back. They shared a soft, warm kiss. The sounds subsided, and James closed the computer.

“Holy cow James, you are a computer sex doctor. You recorded and played back, how many? How did you do that? It was incredible.”

“Which part?”

“You know which part. That was what… three or four of our videos over the last month with all those sounds and nasty words.”

“Pretty sweet, huh?”

“Yeah, but how?”

“I’m a video guru. I knew you would request relationship porn and I know what you like. Whose porn could be better than ours?”

“We are pretty impressive.”

“Now Camille, it’s your turn to decide. Upload today’s video or keep it just for us?”

“Upload. What number is this one?”

“Our Porn #190.”

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This is what happened after Cuffed by Dr. J. Read this first, if you want to want to know how Eliot got here and to watch the video.

“What have you done, Darla?”

“Let’s go see.”

She grabbed my handcuffed hands and pulled me down the hall to our spare room. I wanted to sink my teeth into her luscious ass. I loved it when she wanted control. When we entered the room, I spotted the exercise bench. The devilish look in her eye made me hotter as we moved closer to the apparatus. She was in a playful mood, and I was her plaything.

“You know, we could have made that video.”

“Looks like it.” The bench was decked out with the same cuffs as the video. Darla must have been working on this plan for a while.

“I think we should do a little research on orgasm control.”

“You just like to be in charge. I’m glad we work so well together.”

“I like being bossy, too. Now let’s get these clothes off so you can sit on the bench.”

Her sexy scent wafted through the air confirming that her sexual interest was engaged. “Yes, ma’am.”

She pushed my pants down my legs. I stepped out of them and straddled the bench.

Darla had cuffed my feet before she unfastened the handcuffs. Stepping between my legs, she unbuttoned my shirt and shimmied her breasts in my face. When I leaned forward to feel them, she shook her head, pushed me back and glided my shirt off, one shoulder at a time. Oh, yes, this was her show. Warm hands skated over my skin, and when she raked my nipples, I knew she meant business. She nipped my ear then kissed me softly as she cuffed my wrists to the bench. She would give me pain.

I was now under her control. Would Darla do what was in the video or did she have something else in mind? She rolled a stool in front of me and sat. Her chest heaved, and I could see hard nipples. All my systems were alert and ready to go.

“I have some interesting things planned. Things we’ve not done before. Are you going to be a good little slave?”

This side of her drove me insane and had me craving whatever she wanted to do. Oh, baby, make me hurt.

“I will be good, ma’am.”

She scooted a table closer to her stool. I saw the ball gag.

“I can see your hands well, so if you need me to stop, give me a signal.”

“How about I’ll cross my fingers.”

“Good. Are you ready?” I nodded and opened my mouth. She slipped the ball gag between my teeth and then fastened the straps. I drew in a long breath of air through my nose as I adjusted to the feel and taste. This toy was a first. I wanted this.

Sensing that, Darla moved on to sweet torture. Her soft lips kissed me around my mouth and then she licked the ball gag. Holy hell. My intake of air went deep as she scraped her fingernails over my nipples. Her clawing brought me to a quick sexual need. My evident arousal sported a drop of fluid at the tip.

She poured lube into her hands and rubbed them together before she touched me. With a warm, firm stroke, she swirled around my head and then leisurely slid her hand down to the base. I was hyper-sensitive and lifted slightly off the bench. Her other hand cupped my balls, and then she slipped her finger over my perineum, to my asshole and forward again. This rocking motion became her action rhythm. I was lost in erotic sensations. My nose whistled an intake of air, and I moaned like the man on the video. She pulled the arousal from me with her talented hands.

Teasing me with her fingers, she never said a word. My nasal breathing filled the room punctuating my groaning and limited body movements slapping the bench. If I lifted up, she slipped her wet fingers further down my crack. Double timing me, her one hand owned my cock’s length and head, her other hand my balls and ass. The combination was insane. I inched forward on the bench so she could reach everywhere. She brought me to the brink and pulled back, again and again. I suffered hard, sweet pain.

How many times did she take me to the edge? Countless. But she knew I was in the zone and that she made it happen. I don’t know what caused it, my pleading eyes, grimacing face or whimpering groans but she finally let me go over the edge.

As my orgasmic reflex lifted me up off the bench, my body reached up to her like a rubber band stretching and then it slapped back down on the bench. She let go of my cock, and it erupted. Yes. Release, sweet release. Hot, wet spunk landed on my stomach. My glutes and thigh muscles ached from tensing them over and over. My jaw throbbed from holding the ball gag in position. Loving fingers stroked my face while my abdomen quivered and my breathing settled down. What an explosion.

Darla patted my face.

“Aaah, good pet, Eliot. You think we are done, don’t you? I’m just getting started.” 

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