A Capital Trip
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My baby loves me, this I know.  Why else would she be pounding my ass
with the new strap-on?

Every year I go to Washington DC in January, for a huge conference. 
The extended periods of boredom and no real obligations result in my
mind wandering into fantasyland.  I've written a story or two about
the conference, like "Creampie Conference".

This year was different though.  My Jamie was able to go to the
conference with me, so we could spend a few nights together in
unaccustomed togetherness.  Because I am married, we have had to be
satisfied with snatches of time, usually a couple hours at most. 
Spending entire nights and days together was... heaven.

Last night, we arrived on separate flights and met at the hotel. 
After a quick kiss and fuck, we went to dinner in Georgetown.  On a
Saturday night, Georgetown rocks!  We got a little drunk, but who
cares?  We could take a taxi back to the hotel.  In a good mood, I
took her to my favorite sextoy emporium, the Pleasure Chest.  After a
fun time exploring together, she ordered me out of the store so that
she could make some purchases.

When we got back to the room, she showed me the fur-lined cuffs she
had bought.  There were four, one for each ankle or wrist.  They also
has short leads, so I could (and did) link her ankles to her wrists. 
She had thought ahead, and brought scarves that I could use to tie her
ankles/wrists to the bed's legs.  Her cunt and ass were open for my
pleasure, and the new ball-gag she bought ensured that she wouldn't
complain.

With her head on the mattress, I had violated her pussy and ass with
my tongue and cock.  I deliberately held off on my orgasm for over an
hour, until her openings were gaping from hard usage.  Jamie's cunt
was dripping girl cum, looking like sap dripping from a maple tree. 
Eventually, I filled her with a night's worth of semen, then sucking
it out.

It was incredibly fulfilling for both of us.  Jamie loves the freedom
of being restrained and unable to deny herself the pleasure I give
her.  She came nearly continuously at one point, for ten minutes.  I
like the calculating aspect of giving her what she wants, but framing
it the guise of "taking" it from her.  Its a total headgame, but we
both love it.

In fact, she told me as we snuggled together at 2AM and prepared to
sleep, that she wanted me to experience the pleasure I gave her.  I
was worn out, and I wanted to just sleep with the woman I loved, or
else I would have worried about the implications of what she told me.

We spent the bulk of the day touring the sites.  I used to live in the
area, but Jamie had not spent much time at all in the Nation's
Capital.  It was wonderful reliving my old stomping grounds and
showing Jamie the places I knew so well.  Being a knowledgeable expert
is always pleasurable to a man.  Holding hands with Jamie openly was
the icing on the cake.

When we returned to the hotel, we took a shower together to warm our
cold and weary bones.  That was fun too, an uncommon pleasure.  While
rinsing, Jamie suddenly told me to stay in the shower while she got
something.  She jumped out, toweled off, then returned with an enema
bulb.  Sternly, she told me to clean myself out and get mentally
prepared to be fucked.

When we met, she was well aware of my anal desires.  I love getting
assfucked by her as she wears the strap-on.  Its not a common thing we
do, but she knows how I feel.  Now, she was going to indulge me again
with this.  My mind raced as I cleaned myself out, thinking about how
we had all the time in the world to play this game.  Anticipating a
good reaming is part of the excitement.

By the time I got out of the shower, Jamie was ready for me.  I saw
that she hadn't brought the toy strap-on we'd used before; instead,
she had splurged at the Pleasure Chest and bought a sturdy leather
one.  It looked massive and strong on her hips, and I knew I was about
to be dominated.  My cock was incredibly hard at the notion.

First, she put the cuffs on me.  I'd never been restrained, and the
cuffs were daunting.  I was going to be helpless, I realized.  I
deflated, anxious about what that meant.  Jamie scolded me, telling me
that what was good for the goose was good for the gander.  Not only
that, but paybacks were hell.  Yeah, it was cliché city, but they were
threats I understood.

She had me stand nude while she kissed me hard.  Her hands milked my
cock and toyed with my nipples until I regained my erection.  Then she
produced the ball gag and put it on.  My mouth was forced to stay
open, and I realized that I would start drooling.  I felt further
submissive, and my mind raced through the possibilities.

With cuffs on and gagged, Jamie decided to unveil the dildo.  It was
very large, 10" long and probably 2" across.  My mind reeled as I
imagined how full I would feel.  My asshole would be stretched until
it gaped.  It was a vivid pink color.  She made me fondle the dildo,
pretending it was a man I was stroking.  I felt that it wasn't a hard
dildo, but rather it was made of a jelly material.

She asked if I wanted to suck her new toy, or just to get fucked. 
Anxious to have that gag out of my mouth, I nodded when given the
choice to suck it.  In retrospect, that was probably a bad idea.

Instead of kneeling and workin' it, Jamie had me lay on my back and
hang my head off.  Then she mouth fucked me like she had in the past. 
With my mouth and throat full of cock, I realized just how big the
dildo was.  I also realized how forceful she was going to be.  She
humped my mouth as if I were a porn starlet, pausing every so often
with her hips to my lips so that she could concentrate on jacking my
precum-drooling bone.

When she stopped, my head hurt from the blood rushing to it.  My
throat was raw.  My face was covered with drool and drainage from my
nose.  If I had just let her fuck me, I would have retained some
dignity.  As it was, I was a mess.  She commented on how nasty I
looked, even as she put the gag back on.  Now, though, my sinuses were
full and it was going to be a chore to breathe with the gag in my
mouth.  I had chosen poorly.

At her direction, I pulled the covers and pillows from the bed and put
them on the floor to build a fuck station.  On the floor, it would be
easier for her to stand and penetrate me.  The covers provided some
padding for my knees so that I could endure a marathon fucking.

Finally, I got on my hands and knees.  Like she had the night before,
I laid my face down and stretched my arms back so that she could lock
my wrists to my ankles.  She put a pillow between my knees so that my
legs were wide and my balls and cock were available.  I was helpless.

She began by tickling my balls with her nails.  I don't know how long
she did it, but I was extremely hard when she was done.  Then she
gently pulled my ball sack down, stretching my nuts so that I was not
in danger of spurting.  I felt her fingers slid up and circle my
waiting asshole, and I moaned into the gag for the first time.

Jamie pointed out what an anal slut I was, moaning when she played
with my asshole.  As she did, she began to lube my asshole and to work
a finger in and out.  I found out then that she had bought some
desensitizing lube, which would deaden my nerves as it made me
slippery.  My asshole and anus began to lose feeling, until the only
way I could tell she was fingering me was by the loud sloppy sounds
emanating from my ass.  Oh, and by her frequent comments on how loose
and slutty my "pussy" was getting.  (Those were almost the same
comments I had made to her the night before; nice touch)

Eventually, she began to ask if she were hurting me.  I nodded my head
"no", and she told me that she had about half the dildo in me.  I
couldn't feel anything, but if I concentrated I could tell I was
feeling full.  I could also feel like I was being pushed onto the
floor, but with my wrists and ankles cuffed together, I couldn't fall
flat.  Finally, I felt her hips against my butt, and I knew she had
given me all the dildo.

And then, the real fucking started.  Her hips seemed to beat against
my butt every two or three seconds, pushing my face against the floor
time and again.  I listened to the wet sounds of ass fucking, aware
that it was my ass making those sounds.  I could feel my cock begin to
drool continuously as my prostate was bumped over and over again.

The most amazing thing is that Jamie came while sodomizing me.  It
took a while, but she really did cum while fucking me.  After that
barrier was breached, she panted and made herself cum again in just a
few minutes.  The genie was unleashed!  I wondered how often I would
endure this in the future, since she now knew she could orgasm from
strapping me.

She pulled the dildo out, and plopped it wetly on my left butt cheek. 
Then I felt her fingers wiping wet stuff on my right cheek.  She
explained that she was scooping out as much of the numbing lube as she
could, so that I could feel her fucking me.  She squirted regular lube
into me and resumed fucking me.

Now, she paused every few minutes to inquire if I could feel anything.
 As she did, she would fondle and pull on my nuts.  Eventually, I felt
her push into me again, and I groaned in pleasure.  The sensation was
returning, and I could tell that I was loose and gaping.  The thought
that I was a anal slut was thoroughly erotic, and I began to wriggle
my ass to greet her thrusts.  I couldn't do much my restrained
position, but I wanted to.

Finally, she announced that she needed a break.  She informed me that
I could take one too, if I agreed to resume the position and to not
touch myself.  I nodded my agreement, and she undid the connection
between my wrists and ankles, then removed the ball gag.

My old joints ached as I stood up and stretched.  She told me to go
pee if I needed to, but to clean the mess from my face that was still
left over from the throat fucking.  That done, she made me admit that
I was loving being an anal slut for her.  I tried denying it, but she
made me confess.

Jamie laid on her back and had me squat onto the dildo.  I rode her
cowboy style, my eagerness betraying my desire.  I was so hard that
even with vigorous humping, my erection was firmly against my belly.

Her novel ways to torture me weren't done yet.  I lay on my side, and
she spooned me with her cock buried deep in my backside.  Then she
nuzzled my nape and pinched my nipples while I begged her to stop.  It
was something I had done to her many times, only she liked having her
nipples abused.  My poor little nubs ached when she finally had
enough.

Finally, she told me she had to fuck me hard so that she could cum
again.  I resumed the position on the floor, only this time she didn't
restrain me.  After a minute of reaming, she chose to point out that I
was being a willing butt cunt for her.  I was giving her my asshole,
letting her fuck me like a cheap whore, completely cheap and gaping. 
In the middle of pointing this out, she came again.

Apparently, it was a long and satisfying orgasm.  She remained buried
deep inside me, humping me randomly so that her clit was massaged by
the harness.  Suddenly, she lurched out of me and told me to help her
remove her harness.  I did, only to be pushed onto my back when the
harness was off.

Now she mounted me cowgirl style, fucking my steel-like dick as she
kissed me passionately.  Her pussy felt wetter than I had ever felt
her, including the time I had left my load in her so that I could feel
sloppy seconds.  I was swimming in cunt cream, and the burning fluid
felt so fine.

I lasted until I felt her canal begin to throb and her breaths huffed
into my mouth.  At that point, I began to buck my own hips and cum. 
The hour of nearly continuous prostate massage made my orgasm very big
and very wet.  Squirt after squirt poured into my love, leaving me
like jelly beneath her.

Now my love of creampies haunted me.  I do love them, but this orgasm
was so intense that I was barely sensible of her pussy settling down
on my face.  It was on creampie instinct that I began to lick and suck
my cum from her.  Her wetness and mine combined to create a virtual
river of creampie.  My mouth literally filled with our fluids before I
had the sense to swallow.  Revived then, I began to eat her to give
her pleasure.  It didn't take long before she came again.

We were both simply exhausted.  We didn't have the energy even to
climb into the bed, but laid instead on the floor in each other's
arms.  Time seemed to stand still as we felt our love bubbling
together.

Some time later, Jamie began to chuckle.  She asked how many orgasm I
thought she'd had, because she'd lost count.  I had no idea, and told
her that.  I knew I'd had one, and that was the limit of my ability to
count.

Her hand dropped to my lap, grasping me.  "Are you sure you couldn't
count to two?"