24 comments/ 224228 views/ 73 favorites A College Professor's Discovery By: A College Professor's Discovery Miss Victoria eyed her appreciatively. "You have a fine body, Dr. Mathison. Any man should be eager to prize your figure in every way." The woman lingered for a moment at the foot of the bed, considering the implements lying on the comforter. "For me, I especially like it when they worship my pussy with their mouths." She grinned evilly. "Cunnilingus doesn't come naturally to most men, but you can't really blame them, never having had the equipment to find out what feels good. However, I have to believe that, with your sexy body, perhaps you have had paramours who were eager pupils?" Sherrie blushed. She blushed! Miss Victoria's assessment of her body and what it could do to a man was pure flattery with the most sexual of connotations. She shifted her weight nervously, now embarrassed to be nude in front of this woman. "Relax, Dr. Mathison. I have no designs on you," said Miss Victoria as she coated the bulbous end of the purple dildo with a very light sheen of lubricant. "I am, however, being entirely truthful in my comments. You should enjoy yourself more with men. You would have no problem showing your figure to fine effect as a way to catch the interest of males, but I can sense that you are something of the shy, retiring type, yes?" The look on Sherrie's face told Miss Victoria everything she needed to know. Never married—--kind of difficult when one lives among native tribes for months at a time--—Sherrie's experiences with sexual intimacies were not very extensive. Screwing a couple of guys in college: Sure. Post-college dalliances: Sure. Truly adventurous sex? Well, once she and an erstwhile boyfriend used a vibrator against her clit while he fucked her. Strapon man-fucking? Huh? Sherrie wished it were different. It would be wonderful to have had more sexual experience than she possessed. It was not only being "shy" that stood in the way, however. It was also her profession and its demands, especially given her research area. Still, a man (even better, a husband!) with whom she could share her life AND have the kind of sex she was about to experience for the first time (and knew beyond all doubt would cause the most intense orgasm of her life)--—THAT was her personal nirvana. Would it ever happen? "Then I'm sure, Dr. Mathison, that whatever experience you have had in sexplay probably hasn't included learning the proper seating of a feeldoe inside your pussy, so let me show you." The woman handed Sherrie the dildo, glistening with the trace of lube smeared on the end that Sherrie would insert inside her pussy. Then Miss Victoria unsnapped the waist of her snug black jeans. She wiggled them down over hips then skinned down the black thong she was wearing and sat on the edge of bed, her knees splayed apart with jeans and panties at her ankles to expose her shaved pussy for the lesson she was about to give. "It's not difficult, but it's important to get it positioned correctly before you step into the harness." Reaching behind her to pick up the second feeldoe, this one black, slightly longer and with a bigger girth to the shaft, Miss Victoria skipped the lubrication as she spread her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand to expose the pinkness of her vagina. "In spite of my demeanor, Dr. Mathison, I am aroused at the thought of coaching you in how to screw Andrew in the ass, so I know that I am lubricated sufficiently for this," and she slid the bulb end of the black feeldoe expertly into place inside her pussy. Sherrie watched the process in fascination. Miss Victoria's eyelids dropped down and she took in a deep, satisfied breath as the fullness of the dildo made its way between her pussy lips. "That part you probably don't need any coaching with, Dr. Mathison, but positioning at this point is very important." Miss Victoria leaned back on one arm to offer Sherrie a better view. "The part which you push into Andrew's asshole must be relatively centered as it protrudes from your crotch." She indicated this by gripping the shaft of the feeldoe and moving it through a few degrees of arc, first to one side and then the other before returning it to an approximate 12 o'clock position as it thrust up from her crotch. "But the part that's inside you also needs to be nudged up against your G-spot, and THAT is the artistry of the use of this wonderful dildo." She stood, jeans and thong still at her ankles, the black phallus secured within her pussy and the shaft pointing upward from her crotch. It looked so sexy that Sherrie unconsciously licked her lips. "Now you," said Miss Victoria, tilting her head toward Sherrie. Stepping to a chair in the corner of the room and sitting down, she repeated what Miss Victoria had done. Sherrie gasped in pleasure when she slid the lubricated bulb past her pussy lips. "It doubles as a quite satisfactory masturbation instrument," said Miss Victoria, reaching down to slide off her jeans and panties after removing her shoes, the dildo jutting outward from her crotch as she did so. Standing and swinging her hips for a moment caused the phallus to wag back and forth obscenely in front of the woman. "Ummm—--that feels good," was her comment, but the look on her face was perhaps more telling about the pleasure she was giving herself. She next grabbed the shaft at the base and slowly withdrew the black dildo from her pussy as she stood in front of the bed. Then, to Sherrie's fascination and horror, she slipped the bulb between her lips to suck it clean of her juices. "I will let Andrew taste me during the kiss I give him as a reward before we begin your tutoring session," the woman said simply before sitting back down on the bed to re-insert the bulb into her pussy. Sherrie's head was swimming in a mixture of shock, arousal, disbelief at what she had seen and was about to do. Looking down to see the purple shaft of the dildo protruding from her crotch only added to the surreal nature of what was happening. Miss Victoria reached behind her on the bed to grab one of the harnesses. Walking to where Sherrie sat in the chair, she said, "Stand." Noticing immediately the sensation of the dildo moving inside her pussy with the motion of standing up, a small gasp escaped from between Sherrie's lips. "It is a nice feeling, don't you think?" Miss Victoria asked. Sherrie looked down, still not comfortable displaying any signs of sexual enjoyment in front of this woman whom she had only met in person for the first time just minutes ago. Miss Victoria was well practiced in interpreting body language. "It is completely all right to enjoy every sensation to which you will be introduced this evening." She smiled. "After all, I can tell you with some authority that first-timers who slide a strapon dildo up a man's asshole pretty quickly get the hang of how to enjoy themselves using a feeldoe as they learn the ropes of man-fucking. Your embarrassment will fade quickly." God! thought Sherrie. "Now, slip this on," said Miss Victoria, holding the harness in front of her for Sherrie to step into. "Lean forward a bit to dip the shaft downward so you can slide it through the hole," she said. "When you do this yourself, you can actually slide the shaft through the hole before you put on the harness, but that requires that you know how to buckle into the straps, and the buckles have to be moved quite a ways back to allow the free play required using that technique." The woman looked up from the harness as she stood to Sherrie's side waiting for her to put one foot through the opening. "And I'm betting that you haven't strapped into one of these before, have you?" She smiled encouragingly. In short order, Miss Victoria had Sherrie prepared, but Sherrie just stood there numbly, still overwhelmed by what was about to happen, by what she had just put on. "Here," said Miss Victoria gently, pulling Sherrie by the hand to stand in front of the full-length mirror attached to the closet door, "look at how sexy you are in your strapon dildo. Pity that Andrew won't be able to appreciate your beauty." Staring into the mirror, Sherrie was amazed at the reflection before her. The erotic effect was palpable and undeniable: She was a naked woman sporting a nice erection. A jumble of emotions and sensations coursed through her body and mind as she stood mutely, almost hypnotized by the sight. She was very aroused. The proud shaft jutting from her crotch clearly said, "I am the one who does the penetrating, the taking, when you and I have sex." That thought was so powerfully erotic for Sherrie that the first motion she made after being positioned in front of the mirror by Miss Victoria was a shiver. The shiver made nice things happen with the end of the dildo inside her pussy, and Sherrie shivered again. "Here's how things will proceed this evening," said Miss Victoria as she donned her own harness after unzipping and pulling off the corset. "When we walk back into your living room, Andrew will be naked. I've already mentioned that I will allow him a small pleasure before we proceed with him." Until that point, Sherrie had continued to stare in fascination at the reflection in the mirror. Hearing, ". . .before we proceed with him," though, broke through the haze. Being reminded again about what she was going to do tonight to the man standing just on the other side of her bedroom door re-focused her attention on Miss Victoria's words. She was going to fuck that man in a way she had never fucked a man in her life. Academic research or not, Sherrie was trembling with excitement and lust. Miss Victoria was at the bedroom door, having gathered up the lube and towels from the bed. "Shall we?" The woman opened the door and strode through. Sherrie marveled at the confident sway of Miss Victoria's hips, the firm globes of her ass framed by the leather straps of the harness. It was the stride of a woman eager and knowledgeable in the ways of strapon man-fucking. Sherrie knew her own tentative steps, adjusting as she was to the delights created by the motions of the bulb end of the dildo as she walked, labeled her a rank amateur man-fucker. But those thoughts evaporated instantly at the sight waiting for her in her living room. Andrew, blindfold securely in place, now wore nothing else. And--—god!--—what a stunning specimen of male virility and physical presence! He was six feet of naked, chiseled masculinity. That he worked out regularly was immediately apparent, and Sherrie's knees went weak when she saw this fantastic man-toy standing in place, arms at his side, his sexy abs and powerful chest on display along with . . . with . . . well, even though his cock was not yet erect, Sherrie still could not believe how gorgeously full and heavy it was as it lolled in front of him. His naked and shaven balls peeked from behind that glorious, completely exposed shaft which was capped with a large, velvety pink head. This yummy, hunky, naked man actually PAID Miss Victoria to fuck him in his ass? Am I in the wrong profession? thought Sherrie. "I like Andrew," said Miss Victoria, noting with satisfaction the clearly broadcast lust and disbelief on Sherrie's face. "He works out, as you can tell, and," the woman touched Andrew on the arm, gently indicating he was to turn around, "he has a divine ass." Oh, my god! thought Sherrie, her hand lifting to her mouth to stifle a sound of surprise and delight. What an ass! The man's strong back tapered to a slender waist which molded itself downward into the twin globes of a tantalizingly firm, rounded butt. "Lean forward, dear," said Miss Victoria, smiling at Sherrie. Andrew obeyed, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. Placing her hand on the small of his back, the woman lifted her chin and said, "Very nice, don't you think?" She spoke with a touch of pride, as though she were inviting a visitor to inspect a fine object of art for sale in an upscale boutique. Sherrie almost fainted. Only a few feet in front of her was a fantastic naked male butt of the kind women drool over, fantasize about grabbing and kneading and . . . owning. Beneath that mouth-watering ass hung his naked ball sac and his lovely cock. She was going to play with that ass, touch it, grab it, spread it open, and fuck it. Her throat so dry she could not swallow, Sherrie's nipples were hardened to the degree that she could feel the pulse of her racing heart in their tightness. "I love to display his gorgeous butt," Miss Victoria said, lightly patting Andrew's back as a signal for him to stand straight and turn back around. "He is being a fine toy tonight and deserves a reward." She placed her hands on the sides of Andrew's head and drew his face down to hers, sealing her lips against hers and then—--Sherrie could only find one word to describe how this woman kissed the naked man in front of her—--FEASTED on Andrew's mouth, pushing her tongue past his lips only to withdraw and hungrily repeat the process. It was a very long kiss, and Sherrie stood mutely, a thin rivulet of pussy juice escaping from around the bulbous end of the dildo buried in her vagina. The scene before her was more erotic than anything she had possibly contemplated in the days before Miss Victoria's visit. And it became clear in only a few seconds why the woman had sucked her own juices from the feeldoe. The scent, the taste of her arousal on the lips that were sealed against his triggered some automatic switch in Andrew's brain, and that switch opened the floodgates that coursed blood to stiffen and engorge his already semi-erect dick. Sherrie was treated to a sight every woman should see at least once in her life: A naked man, so turned on by the mere act of kissing that he becomes sexually aroused, his cock rising toward stiffness. The sight conveyed the naked desperation for sex that a woman could trigger in a man. It was a primal expression of female power preceding her surrender to the proud, stiff cock that would then provide pleasure to both lovers. It took several seconds—--an eternity passed between each beat of Sherrie's heart as she watched—--for Andrew's cock to engorge and course through its ascent. She would replay this scene in her head hundreds of times in the future, she knew. Finally, he was erect and throbbing, his naked cock on proud display for Sherrie. Miss Victoria broke the kiss and looked down at Andrew's steel-hard erection with satisfaction. "Why don't you approach and see how it feels," she said, smiling broadly at Sherrie. That almost made Sherrie come. It took several seconds for her to settle down enough to retrieve into consciousness the fact that the tribal women fondled the genitals of the tribe's males as part of the ceremony. With that realization providing the permission Sherrie's subconscious needed, she stepped forward and cupped the man's balls. "Ummmm," was the sexy sound that reverberated softly in his chest. "I require a smooth ball sac," said Miss Victoria, the tip of her tongue circling her lips as she savored the post-kiss moisture there. "Sometimes I like to take a testicle inside my mouth when I play with him." That visual image sent a shiver up Sherrie's spine. She felt the weight of his balls in her palm, running her thumb sensuously across one orb, wondering how it would feel inside her own mouth. "Maybe you would like the feel of his cock in your other hand?" Finally beginning to loosen her locked-tight sensibilities of sex and play and enjoyment for its own sake with a naked man, Sherrie brought her other hand to Andrew's cock and closed her fist around the base of the shaft. She felt the thrumming of his pulse powerful under the smooth skin of his naked, erect dick. Sherrie moved closer to the nude male she had rented from Miss Victoria for the next hour. He was wearing a very nice cologne. Not too heavy—--like a mixture of some kind of fresh cut wood (redwood?) with a hint of citrus overlaid by a very faint trace of fresh peat. It was beguiling. And she was fondling his naked cock. "It is truly a shame, Andrew, that you cannot see my pupil's lovely breasts right now. Her nipples are very, very hard," said Miss Victoria, the fingertips of one hand tracing an intricate lacework of feathery touches up and down his spine. It brought goose bumps to his forearms. Sherrie heard the intake of breath as he stilled an urge to moan. "It's all right," Miss Victoria whispered into his ear as she pressed against him, the shaft of the shiny black feeldoe nudging against his thigh in the process. "I want our friend to see how much you like it. She needs to know how much you like all of this." Turning a knowing smile to Sherrie, the woman moved behind him, continuing to look at Sherrie over his shoulder. "Feel my nipples against your back, Andrew?" she asked him throatily, nuzzling into the nape of his neck. "It makes me very hot and very wet to think about showing her how to fuck you in the ass." Sherrie wished she could see what was going on behind his blindfold! Miss Victoria snaked her hands around his chest, hugging herself against him. Sherrie felt the end of the feeldoe the woman was wearing nudge against the hand Sherrie still held in place cupping Andrew's balls. The black phallus insinuated itself between Andrew's legs. Sherrie reluctantly drew her hand away from his smooth ball sac and watched more of the black shaft slide forward. "Position it so that his balls are on either side of the shaft," said Miss Victoria, looking at Sherrie from over Andrew's shoulder. Puzzled, Sherrie looked down. Seeing a couple of inches of the black feeldoe now jutting forward underneath him, it was at once easy to understand: Miss Victoria wanted the shaft positioned so that Andrew's balls would separate in their sac, each bobbing within its tight confines on one side of the phallus sticking between his legs. Gingerly, the new experience of manipulating a man's genitals like this creating a mixture of intense arousal along with worry about causing him pain, Sherrie levered the shaft down slightly to slide two fingers between it and Andrew's sac. Miss Victoria's lustful groan reminded her that the other end of the dildo was buried in the woman's pussy. The naked man sandwiched between them shifted his weight slightly, spreading his feet a bit wider apart to allow Sherrie better access for her intimate task. Miss Victoria was 100% accurate with her statement that Andrew was perfectly suited for Sherrie's first practice session. The dildo was now positioned so that it would not press upward into either of the man's balls, Sherrie withdrew her hand and knew instantly why Miss Victoria had issued the instructions. Pushing her breasts and belly tightly against his back, the woman roamed her hands over his strong chest and abs as she pressed herself upwards slightly behind him. Sealed against him as she was, the pressure on the shaft between his legs would tilt the bulb end of the dildo forward against her G-spot. Her eyes closed in pleasure at the sensation, and Sherrie watched in mounting excitement as the woman squirmed against Andrew, his cock now beginning to ooze pre-cum which glistened in the subdued lighting of Sherrie's living room. "This is one of my favorite ways to bring myself to orgasm," said Miss Victoria, hugging Andrew even tighter against her. "You'll understand if . . . if I . . . mmmmm." Sherrie understood. The sight before her was entrancing. Two inches of Miss Victoria's dildo protruded from between Andrew's legs, underneath his rock-hard cock. The woman's hands, fingers spread, were roaming over his muscular chest. The slight motions of his cock told the story of Miss Victoria's manipulations against his back, her crotch against his ass as she squirmed, the bulb inside her pussy nudging and bumping against her G-spot. A College Professor's Discovery Sherrie dropped one hand to the base of the purple shaft jutting through the metal ring of her harness and gripped it. She pulled it upwards, moving the other end of the dildo against her own G-spot, shamelessly using the purple toy to masturbate while she watched the incredibly erotic scene in front of her. Miss Victoria was again using Andrew as a way to make herself feel good sexually, just as she had done in kissing him. She was without reservation or timidity in her use of the man for her own enjoyment. It was totally, amazingly, stunningly erotic to see a woman with no compunctions about enjoying her sexuality do this with a man as a way to pleasure herself. There was no doubt that Miss Victoria would be very, very good at fucking Andrew in the ass as a way to get herself off. It was also a foregone conclusion in Sherrie's mind that Andrew would thoroughly love the entire process, as well. He had reached behind him to grab the woman's hips, encouraging her to press herself against him with abandon in order to derive the greatest sexual pleasure possible. He was clearly in a state of intense sexual arousal himself. So what else would Sherrie do when observing this but masturbate? That she had a new way of doing so--—the feeldoe's bulbous end pressing against her G-spot as she manipulated the shaft to cause just the right sensations inside her pussy—--was icing on this delicious cake of sexual self-pleasure. Oh, yeah. That academic research thing. Yes, this was definitely necessary for her research, thought Sherrie. Then she stifled the sound of a very pleasurable mini-orgasm. Always nice to enjoy one's work. "That's it, Andrew, pull me tighter against you. I like to feel your hands on me, telling me you want me to come," panted Miss Victoria. She had slid her hands to Andrew's hipbones, finding secure purchase there as leverage points to intensify the way she moved against him. "God, that's it, baby. I'm gonna, I'm gonna–-" Miss Victoria growled into the nape of Andrew's neck as the orgasm hit her. Sherrie watched in lust and jealousy. She wanted to be using Andrew. Right now. Another mini-orgasm, and this time, Sherrie allowed a mewling sound of contentment to escape through her lips. Miss Victoria noticed, opening her eyes to see Sherrie watching her come down from the release she had just experienced as a result of the inventive play-fuck she had given Andrew. Backing away from him, the end of the black shaft disappearing back through his legs as Sherrie watched, Miss Victoria said, "Very good, Andrew. Both my pupil and I have had the first of what should be multiple orgasms for us tonight. You were delightful in providing me my first." Sherrie saw a smile form on Andrew's face below the blindfold. The woman walked around him to stand in front of him, looking back at Sherrie over her shoulder. "I must do this right now," she said, turning her face back toward Andrew, dropping to her knees and sliding his hard cock into her mouth. He drew in a sharp breath quickly, and Sherrie saw the sexy motion of his abs and chest when he did so. Miss Victoria slurped noisily as Andrew's hips began an inevitable thrusting motion. How has he managed not to come yet? wondered Sherrie. Abruptly, Miss Victoria stopped her blowjob, stood to her full height and leaned upwards to again kiss her naked toy. As before, the kiss was passionate, intense, as if she were devouring him. Again, his cock pulsed in excitement. The dildo felt so good inside her pussy as Sherrie watched this. She tugged on the shaft to make the bulb move in the way she had quickly learned would create an absolutely delightful sensation inside her pussy. "He tasted me before," said Miss Victoria, breaking the kiss and stepping away from Andrew. "It was time for him to taste himself." Sweet Jesus! thought Sherrie. What else is going to happen as part of this training session? "Let's get our tutoring underway, shall we?" Miss Victoria grabbed Andrew's hand and led him to the end of Sherrie's sofa. Before turning him toward the arm of the sofa so that he could bend over to offer up his succulent ass, the woman left him in place facing the other direction. "He will need a little help restraining himself through two good fuckings," she said to Sherrie while walking to Andrew's folded shirt and pants lying on the floor where he had left them. Reaching into the pocket of his pants, she withdrew a narrow strip of black leather studded with metal buttons and snaps. A cock ring. Sherrie had seen one used in the video she had succumbed to ordering last week. Describing its use as she walked back to stand in front of Andrew, his cock still at attention, Miss Victoria said, "You loop this behind his balls and up over the base of his cock." She did just that as soon as she was back in front of him. Bending down to fasten the cock ring in place, the naked woman sporting a shiny black faux erection demonstrated practiced expertise in the process. "You have to gently tug down on his scrotum to ensure that his balls are completely below the leather when you loop this behind," she said, moving to the side so Sherrie could see. Drawing the ends of the leather strip up and snapping them together, she finished with a flourish and rose to gently kiss him on the cheek. The visual before Sherrie was amazingly erotic. The cock ring emphasized Andrew's nakedness somehow. It even more powerfully said, "Take me. I'm your toy," than any other action or presentation he had made of himself so far (or that Miss Victoria had made of him). "I really enjoy the effect," observed Miss Victoria, standing to Andrew's side with one finger placed against her chin. "Do you?" Thankful that she would not answer with her voice (because the lump in her throat would have made that impossible), Sherrie only nodded. God, what a sexy sight! "You described this piece of furniture well. It will make an excellent demonstration area," said Miss Victoria, retrieving one of the towels she had carried into the living room from the bedroom. "This will be a good height for his ass as we fuck him." She spread the towel over the arm of the sofa. Finally, Sherrie was going to get to fuck a man with a strapon dildo! She immediately released the shaft of her feeldoe, afraid that even the slightest of motions she would cause by manipulating the shaft as she had been doing while watching Miss Victoria play-fuck Andrew would cause her knees to go so weak that she would collapse. "Come here," the woman said to Sherrie, motioning for her to stand next to Andrew. "It is divine to put the man into position. The act is full of such lovely implications." The motions of walking almost made Sherrie come. Pussy juice triggered by her mini-orgasm a moment ago had begun to course down the inside of one thigh, overwriting the trail left by earlier tracks of moisture. The back of the harness' V-gusset, where the straps were attached, ended just as it reached the perineum, which meant the liquid of female arousal could escape and trickle down the insides of the wearer's legs. Miss Victoria smiled. "Positioning him is an arousing act. I am happy that Andrew is acceptable for you as the first man you will fuck in the ass." Acceptable? ACCEPTABLE? thought Sherrie. This naked man was so hot she wanted to run her hands, her breasts, her tongue all over him, take his cock down her throat, grab his firm butt cheeks and knead and fondle them, kiss him passionately as Miss Victoria had done, and ultimately, to fuck him in the ass with the cunningly designed purple dildo which was such a triumph of female engineering ingenuity. Yes, Andrew was MORE than "acceptable." And academic research—--at this point—--be damned, Sherrie thought. Lack of sexual experience in the past be damned. Everything be damned right now except sliding my strapon dildo into this gorgeous man's asshole and fucking him silly until I have the best orgasm I've ever had! The woman had turned Andrew around, and he was now facing the arm of the sofa. She pushed gently at the base of his back, and he inched forward, stopping when his thighs met the sofa. "Now, as you stand next to him, put one hand on his abdomen and the other on his lower back, and indicate exactly where he should be," said Miss Victoria. "He must be back from the arm of the sofa just enough so that his cock and balls dangle freely when he bends over, but no more than that because he needs the support of the surface underneath in order to push his hips up in the air for you." Sherrie was trembling with excitement. The jostling of the feeldoe when it bumped into his thigh almost made Sherrie orgasm instantly, but she managed to back Andrew away from the sofa a few inches, guessing at what would be an appropriate distance. "Then," whispered Miss Victoria, taking Sherrie by the hand and leading her to stand right behind him, "you push him between his shoulder blades so that he bends over in front of you." Oh my god! thought Sherrie. This is so very hot! She pushed, and Andrew levered himself down over the arm of the sofa. His firm glutes topped the inverted V-position created by his shameless pose in front of her. "Now, Andrew, if you were allowed to hear the voice of the lovely lady who is going to fuck you tonight, she would tell you to arch your back," said Miss Victoria, smiling broadly from her position behind the sofa, looking down at Andrew's back and butt before looking conspiratorially at Sherrie. The effect created when Andrew followed directions was gut-clenchingly erotic. Even more than the cock ring, it said, "Fuck me. Please! Now!" "I recall that the scenario you will find yourself in calls for the man to spread himself open in supplication," said Miss Victoria, breaking through Sherrie's lustful and laser-focused gaze on the incredible visual of a handsome naked man bent over in front of her, offering up his ass for her pleasure. "Correct?" The woman raised an eyebrow at Sherrie, who nodded. "Do it, Andrew," said Miss Victoria, reaching for the bottle of lube she had sat on the end table close to where the other towel was draped over the sofa. He did. He reached back, planted a hand on each asscheek, and opened himself up to Sherrie's gaze. Sherrie's eyes went wide. She stared blatantly and open-mouthed for a few seconds before clamping her eyes shut just to stop the incredible rush that was building inside every cell in her body. She was weak-kneed. Horny beyond belief. The thought of thrusting the fake cock jutting strong from her crotch into the tight starfish in front of her threatened to set off the massive orgasm she knew was coming. She didn't want that orgasm now. She wanted it to hit her, to make her crazy, while she was burying her strapon dildo deep inside Andrew's asshole. A thought crossed Sherrie's mind as she clamped down on the powerful urge to come. A naked man, bent over, spreading his asscheeks wide to expose his asshole, his cock and balls dangling beneath him—--what an achingly erotic sight! Yet it was one that before the tribal ceremony would have been a turn-off for her. I had to travel half-way around the world to learn from a tribe in a desolate and remote location how sexy, how enticing, how arousing the sight of a man offering his naked ass to a woman really is, thought Sherrie. She would never forget the first tribal man-fucking she had witnessed, how fascinating and incredibly erotic everything about it was, including the display the men put on with their hands gripping their asscheeks to spread them wide and expose their crinkled openings to the women's gaze. Never again would she walk behind a guy with a nice butt displayed to good effect in his khakis or jeans or gym shorts or swim trunks and NOT think how sexy it would be if he were naked, bent over, and his asscheeks held open for her viewing pleasure. Miss Victoria knew what was happening. She had stepped to stand next to Sherrie, offering her the bottle of lube. "This is the point," she whispered, mouth close to Sherrie's ear and in a voice too soft for Andrew to hear, "when the young virgin tips the urn of lube at the top of the hunter's crack, correct?" Sherrie nodded, afraid to open her eyes for at least a few more seconds. "Then you be the virgin who drips the lube between his cheeks, and I will talk you through the process of man-fucking," the woman said softly, grinning as she held the bottle of lube up in front of Sherrie's face. Finally settled down enough to open her eyes, Sherrie took the bottle, stepped to Andrew's side as she popped the cap open, and positioned the mouth of the bottle at the top of Andrew's splayed open ass crack. Miss Victoria moved into position behind him. "That's it," said the woman who was about to begin her demonstration, "lots of lube. It's really not possible to have too much." Miss Victoria used two fingers to gather a large dollop of the viscous liquid from between Andrew's cheeks and deposit it on the smooth shaft sticking up from her crotch. She began coating her shiny black cock with the lube as she continued her coaching. Continued ramping up Sherrie's expectations and lust. Continued talking about things that Sherrie had been thinking about every day since the first time in New Zealand she had witnessed the amazing tribal ceremony that had so inflamed her passions and her desire to know what it would be like to fuck a man in the ass. "Lots of lube when you screw your man is absolutely vital," the woman said, scooping more lube onto her fingers as Sherrie continued drizzling the silky liquid down into the valley that Andrew was making so very accessible. Miss Victoria concentrated this amount of lubricant on the head of the black feeldoe. "You want your dildo to slide past his sphincter with as little resistance as possible. You want to push into him in a way that lets him know it is absolutely inevitable that the fake cock between your legs is going to go deep inside him and that there's not one thing he can do to stop it. When there's a lot of lube in his asshole and on your cock, even if he's a nice, tight virgin, no amount of squeezing, of clamping shut, of trying to avoid your penetration is going to prevent you from sliding the entire length of your strapon as deep into him as you want." Damn! Would the woman PLEASE stop with her explanations! Her words alone about this fantastic scenario would launch Sherrie's orgasm if she weren't careful. Then Andrew's cock twitched noticeably, an obvious reaction to hearing the sexy details of why and how being taken in the ass was such a mind trip. Damn! "That's sufficient for now," said Miss Victoria, her black feeldoe AND Andrew's asshole both thoroughly slathered in lube. Sherrie lifted the bottle away from Andrew, popped the cap shut and dropped the bottle on the end table. "Ummm," purred Miss Victoria as she slid one fingertip from the top of Andrew's ass, into the valley between his spread open cheeks, across his pink asshole, and down to the leather strap encircling the base of his balls. "Stroking a man like this is just delicious. It is so sexy and naughty to be running your fingertip all over the places he never, ever shows to anyone." Miss Victoria forked two fingers, slipping each on either side of Andrew's sac just underneath the cock ring before drawing her fingers back up across his perineum and pausing just below his puckered hole. She traced one fingertip around the circle of crinkled flesh that guarded the entrance to his darkest pleasure. "I love doing this. It lets him know that he's completely exposed to me, that I can see every nasty, private inch of him." Sherrie was entranced, her eyes following the stroking and petting motions of the woman's fingertip as it slid up and down over the parts of a man that Sherrie had never seen displayed from such a close vantage point (at least not in person—--her video viewing in the past several days had included camera angles that captured what she was seeing now, but there was no comparison to the stomach-clenching crazysexyhot experience of seeing this in the flesh.) "I'm going to give you the honor of the first penetration tonight," said Miss Victoria, her fingertip now gently tapping on the center of Andrew's asshole. "Here." Tap. "With your finger." Tap. "You'll have to push your finger inside right here–-" Tap "-–and coat him thoroughly inside with lube as part of the requirements for your own scenario," she said, looking at Sherrie expectantly. Sherrie shook her head briefly, clearing her thoughts of the lustful, primal urge that had highjacked her brain when Miss Victoria told her she must put her finger inside the naked, bent-over, handsome man's asshole. The anticipation that had been building since the moment she hung up the phone after contracting with Miss Victoria was becoming unbearable now that a naked man ready to be taken was positioned, open and vulnerable and eager to receive her, only inches away. "So," said Miss Victoria, abruptly stepping back from Andrew's upturned ass, "come finger-fuck him." Sherrie was rooted to the spot of carpet where she stood. Finger-fuck him. "Both of you will enjoy it," the woman cooed, stepping to retrieve the bottle of lube from where Sherrie had dropped it. "Remember the need for lots of lubricant," she said, taking Sherrie's hand and pouring some of the glistening liquid into Sherrie's palm. "You can smear this on his asshole first and then slide your finger through it to get nice and slick." It took a gentle nudge on her shoulder blade from Miss Victoria to disengage Sherrie's brain from a repeating cycle of "I can't do this! / I can't NOT do this!" Her brain finally engaged her legs, and she moved behind Andrew. He felt wonderful. The soft, smooth skin. The fascinating texture of his wrinkled aperture. The sense of control as her finger used his exposed flesh as a canvas, painting his pink intimacy with clear lube as a prelude to burying itself inside him. He moaned—--no, it was more like a leonine purr—--in pleasure. Her middle finger now completely coated, Sherrie positioned the end of it at the center of his asshole. "Wait," cautioned Miss Victoria. Sherrie shot her a questioning look, her lust to finally go inside a naked man overpowering and not long controllable. "Andrew," said the woman, "open up for the lady." The sexiest thing imaginable happened underneath the pad of Sherrie's fingertip: Andrew silently asked her to enter him in the most intimate, completely shameless way possible. He opened his asshole, an indentation hollowing out underneath Sherrie's fingertip. She fluttered her eyelids and drew in a slow, deep breath between moist and parted lips as she felt his unmistakable surrender to her insistence that he share himself totally. A lightning strike at this very instant? Wouldn't matter. A bomb going off two feet away? Wouldn't matter. Finding out she'd won fifty million dollars in the lottery? Would not matter. All that mattered in Sherrie's world at this moment was pushing her finger slowly, inexorably, past the entrance of Andrew's asshole and deep inside him until her palm was pressed firmly against his perineum. He was so tight and hot. And soft. He moaned. God, what a sexy sound! Miss Victoria dropped one hand to Andrew's back. "He adores being taken." Another moan. Sherrie felt a ripple of tightness come and go around her finger. For the first time in her life, Sherrie was inside a man. It was intoxicating, sexy beyond words, intimate and tender, yet powerful all at the same time. She savored the experience. "He likes being finger fucked," Miss Victoria said. A gentle reminder. Her eyes wide, watching as her finger withdrew slowly, Sherrie gently backed out of him. A College Professor's Discovery The moan this time was exactly the same thing as if he had said, "No. No—--don't take it out." Sherrie's breasts jiggled with the shiver that ran through her. Back in she went, trying to go deeper this time. A satisfied moan immediately followed. "Good boy," said Miss Victoria. What sexy, erotic, arousing fun! thought Sherrie. She twisted her finger around as she withdrew this time, coating the warm, snug tunnel that enveloped her. She could finger fuck him for hours. "He should be sufficiently lubricated by now." The woman's comment brought Sherrie back from the reverie induced by the hypnotic in-and-out movements of her finger. Motioning her head toward the towel at the end of the sofa, Miss Victoria gently nudged Sherrie toward it as she took position behind Andrew. "I like to maintain a firm grip on a man when I fuck him," she said, as Sherrie wiped the lube off her finger. "The tip of the feeldoe goes here, and you get into position so that when you push inside him, you're going in at the proper angle. I find that raising up on my toes and draping myself over his back works beautifully." Do it. DO IT! thought Sherrie. What she had seen in New Zealand and in her video viewing was no comparison to seeing the tableau in front of her right now. "There's the added stimulation like this that comes from pressing my breasts and nipples into his back." Andrew moaned and squirmed. Miss Victoria nuzzled his neck, asking, "You want it, don't you, Andrew?" Then, for the first time, Sherrie heard his voice: "Yes. Please." Squirming her hips around as an obvious means of getting the tip of her dildo perfectly centered on his asshole, Miss Victoria thrust her hips forward only an inch and then backed away. She repeated this twice. "Ahh, that's it—--the end of the feeldoe in my pussy is hitting just the right spot." Then she grabbed Andrew's shoulders and thrust her hips forward slowly, burying the black dildo in his ass. The sexiest sound from a man that Sherrie had ever heard came from Andrew in response. It was a deep, chest-rumbling groan that communicated pure lust and complete surrender. "Please just watch at this point," said Miss Victoria as she backed the dildo out and plunged it in again. "I admit to being entirely selfish right now. I want to focus completely on screwing him." Sherrie's hand had again dropped to the base of the dildo sticking out from her crotch. She locked her fist around the shaft and began masturbating by nudging the bulb end of the feeldoe against her G-spot as she watched Miss Victoria fuck Andrew in the ass. "The main thing to notice is that I will not do this." Miss Victoria levered herself off Andrew's back and then stood behind him, hands at his waist with the dildo still buried in his ass, and began moving her entire body, stiff as a board, back and forth to create the motion which plunged the dildo in and out. "This kind of motion defines an amateur, but this–-" and she grabbed his hips to begin a serpentine undulation behind him which much more effectively and seductively created the fucking motion needed "–-works and feels so much better." Jesus—--she is so good at it! This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen, thought Sherrie. Andrew was starting to pant, and he had increased his sexy moans in both volume and frequency. "This feels so good." Miss Victoria's eyes were closed. "So good." Andrew began motions of his own, his ass rising and falling as he backed onto the dildo to meet Miss Victoria's thrusts. It was a synchronized ballet of pure eroticism. The woman was part belly dancer, part stripper, part masturbator riding to her own inevitable climax with the sexy motions of her hips, torso, and belly. The man was 100% pure aching desperation to be fucked. It made for an incredible combination, one that completely turned around the usual roles of penetrator and receiver. That made it even more arousing. Miss Victoria's breasts moved seductively, nipples jiggling with her motions. Andrew's hard cock bobbed underneath him in synchronous bounces with the thrusts of the dildo driving deep into his ass. Sherrie watched, mesmerized, tugging on the base of the cock protruding from her crotch in time with the thrusts the naked male was taking inside him. She was creating palpations against her G-spot which matched the rhythm of the in-and-out in front of her. My clit—--damn, I wish I could get to my clit! thought Sherrie. Then again, that would have been VERY dangerous. She would come instantly if she touched her distended, throbbing clitoris at this moment. Miss Victoria bore down. She reached to Andrew's shoulders again, grabbed them, and used her grip there to allow her to force the dildo as deep as possible into his ass. Firmly buried inside him, she began to grind against him in total abandon, using his ass for the sole purpose of trapping the shaft in order to bump the end of the dildo in her pussy up against her G-spot in exactly the manner she wanted. She was fucking him in a way that would create the deeply satisfying kind of G-spot orgasm that is tolerable only occasionally because it is so intense and so completely draining. Sherrie knew what was going to happen, and she closed her eyes and immediately stopped her own motions. She was one heartbeat away from her own intense orgasm, and she was desperate NOT to have that happen until she was pressed tightly against Andrew's naked ass and using him to trigger an inevitable fireworks of orgasmic ecstasy. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop," moaned Andrew. His sexy begging was a HUGE turn-on for Sherrie. Her decision to stop masturbating with the feeldoe only moments before was a good one. Whatever Miss Victoria was doing against Andrew's ass as a way to create the inevitable and intense orgasm she would have was also doing things inside his asshole that was pushing him to the same result. "Don't come!" Miss Victoria gasped, only seconds away from her crashing orgasm. He groaned in frustration. Then Sherrie witnessed the climax Miss Victoria had been driving towards. She draped her body over Andrew's back and shook through multiple convulsions, the tremors rippling along her back then centering in her crotch, which Sherrie knew must be causing incredible sensations inside Andrew's asshole. The woman reached around his chest to squeeze him tightly against her as she shuddered through her release and eventual return to reality. "Damn!" he said between gasps, his cock throbbing, the head a deep purple and dripping pre-cum. "Take the cock ring off--—PLEASE! I have to come." His impassioned plea escaped from deep in his chest, a sexy rumble that Sherrie would have given anything to feel against her breasts if she were the one draped over him instead of Miss Victoria. Rising up in exhaustion, Miss Victoria looked through dreamy eyes at Sherrie and said, "The cock ring was absolutely critical to keep him from coming." Sherrie's desperation to come while fucking him caused such anxiety that she broke her own rule about not speaking. She walked behind the sofa, fighting off the orgasm that the feeldoe was threatening to trigger with the movements of her stride, and leaned very close to Miss Victoria's ear. "He will come when I fuck him?" "I guarantee this fine man will come for you when you screw him. He's desperate for release." "But not until I come?" Sherrie whispered hopefully. In response to the question, Miss Victoria nuzzled her mouth close to Andrew's ear and said, "I've given the lady my assurance you will not come until she has her own orgasm from screwing you in the ass, Andrew. You will be a good boy and hold back from an orgasm until she has stroked inside your asshole for as long as she desires in advance of her own climax." The woman nibbled on his earlobe. "When she comes, you may come." Andrew moaned in frustration and actually bucked up against Miss Victoria's crotch in a shameless attempt to trigger an orgasm. She began easing out of him, the shiny black shaft retreating inch by inch as Andrew gave up his attempts. He bit the towel underneath him to stifle an almost angry groan of crazed frustration at a denied male orgasm. An intense male orgasm. The sound spurred the release of a copious amount of pussy juice from around the bulb of purple plastic buried inside Sherrie's vagina. God! I have to fuck him. NOW! The shiny black shaft finally slid free of Andrew's upturned ass, and Miss Victoria planted one hand on the small of his back to steady herself for a moment before trusting the security of her legs to hold her up. "Those orgasms are, bar none, the best a woman can ever have," she said softly, looking at Sherrie with an expression that was beyond satisfaction. It was beatific. "Put more lube on him and in him," she said, stepping away from Andrew to unbuckle the harness. "I'll slide out of this, and we'll proceed to your tutoring." Retrieving the bottle and moving into position behind the naked male ass upturned for her pleasure, Sherrie could see the wisdom of the cock ring displayed graphically before her. His balls were in a desperate state of affairs—--snugged tightly up against the cock ring but still below where nature would want them to be for a truly satisfying orgasm. The strip of leather had prevented his sac from tightening against his crotch—--the final indication from his body to his brain that it was time to trigger the contractions that would shoot jets of semen through the length of his steel-hard cock. As far as Sherrie was concerned, no sexier sight had ever existed than what was before her. While she slathered more lube into the valley between Andrew's asscheeks and again more on the purple shaft of her feeldoe, she thought for a moment about how desperately she wanted to fuck this man. REALLY fuck him. Penetrate him. Use him and his ass for her total pleasure. It was primal. It was empowering. It was so erotic and alluring and nasty and beautiful, all at the same time, that she had no idea how this act could have possibly escaped her sexual imagination to the point that Sherrie had lived two decades into her sexual maturity without considering it. Then she plunged her finger back inside him, smearing more lube into the place where she would fuck him and across the walls of his dark tunnel. He was not as tight as before. Little wonder. Miss Victoria's black feeldoe was longer and bigger around than what Sherrie would use to fuck him. As if on cue, her tutor commented from across the room, having disengaged the feeldoe from both her pussy and the harness. She was walking toward the kitchen where she would begin a thorough soaping and washing of the instrument she had just used to fuck Andrew. "With my larger shaft, he has been prepared nicely for yours. It will make it easier for you to position your own dildo when you fuck him." His asshole rippled in anticipation around her finger. "Remember," said Miss Victoria, now using a paper towel to dry off her black toy, "move your body in waves. Let your spine be flexible. Grab him for leverage, but don't tighten up your back. Think of making the in and out motions because you're a belly dancer in front of a handsome desert prince, seducing him with your hips and your crotch. Move in a way that lets the prince see how badly you want to be fucked." The visual Miss Victoria's description produced in her mind's eye made clear for Sherrie what she would do. She pulled her finger from Andrew's ass with a satisfying pop. Her nipples ached as though she had held ice cubes against them for a week. I have to fuck him now, she thought, or I will die. "Wait," said Miss Victoria, returning to the sofa and trailing her hand along Andrew's rib cage. He shivered, causing delightfully sexy motions in his cock that Sherrie did not miss, her hand resting blatantly on his sac after lubricating him thoroughly. "I want to see how sexy you look doing it." She crawled into position on the sofa in front of Andrew, one leg draped over the back of the sofa, the other sprawled to the side of his shoulder, knee hanging from the cushion with her foot planted on the carpet for stability. "I want to see how sexy you look fucking him while he eats my pussy." She slid her crotch forward, reaching down to put her hands on the sides of his head and lift him gently into his position. Damn! thought Sherrie. How is this woman able to tolerate even the waft of a breeze across her clitoris at this moment, to say nothing of direct stimulation? "I have been very, very horny since your call to arrange this session," said Miss Victoria, "and I've refrained from my normal intimate activities for several days just so I could withstand a second orgasm right now." Her eyes fluttered as Andrew's mouth made contact with her pussy. "He licks pussy really well, and I'll use his mouth on my clit to make myself come while you use his willing ass to make yourself come. His orgasm will be his reward, so before you plunge into him, reach underneath and unsnap the cock ring." Andrew's muffled moan created a wonderful sensation on the woman's clit. She moaned in counterpoint as Sherrie snaked her hands between Andrew's spread legs, leaning close to his muscular ass in the process and planting a kiss on one smooth globe. His skin was soft under the caress of her lips. She nipped him playfully, lightly, noting with satisfaction the small, pink mark she left. Were there no lube on his crinkled opening, she would have tongued him there. So nasty, she thought in reaction to the surprising idea of sliding her tongue across his asshole. But, god! It was so hot to consider it! What was happening to her? Dr. Sherrie Mathison was letting go . . .. With some difficulty, she finally managed to pry the metal snap apart, freeing Andrew's cock and balls from their constriction. She could not resist closing her fist around his stiff prick, testing its resilience, its state of arousal. Another--—longer--—kiss on his naked butt. "Careful," warned Miss Victoria. "Poor baby can't be held responsible for erupting if you tease him any more. He's been so very good not to have come yet." She leaned her head back, eyes closed, and squirmed tighter against his face. Sherrie straightened and stood behind him. She grabbed his hips and moved her crotch forward so that the end of the dildo made contact between his cheeks. It took several seconds of positioning, but she finally had the tip of the glistening, purple shaft poised at the entrance of his asshole. "Open once more for the lady," said Miss Victoria, smiling at Sherrie. She felt his ass move backwards slightly, creating more pressure from the bulb against the back wall of her pussy. Then the pressure eased off slightly. Sherrie was confused until she saw why. He had relaxed, allowing the first inch of her dildo to slide into his ass. Oh. My. God! Sherrie almost cried at the intensity and eroticism of the sight and the feeling against her G-spot created when her cock--—HER COCK--—slid inside this man. It felt so good! She pressed forward. Another inch slid inside him. Miss Victoria's eyes were closed, her crotch squirming underneath Andrew's talented tongue. Sherrie leaned forward more, driving additional length of the purple dildo into the willing opening Andrew was presenting. I'm fucking him. I'M FUCKING HIM! Oh, shit, this is fantastic. This is hotter than anything I've ever experienced, Sherrie thought. It felt so good she thought she would faint. Miss Victoria's earlier words about lots of lube making it impossible for a man to prevent the shaft of a dildo being driven into his asshole came to mind, and Sherrie felt powerful and sexy as she buried more of the feeldoe into Andrew's upturned ass. She took her time, wanting to draw out the experience into infinity if she could. It felt so damned good to be the one pushing inside for a change. To be the one with the cock sliding it inside a tight, slippery opening. The role reversal was so erotic it was indescribable any other way than to simply live the experience. Sherrie savored the sensation of burying the dildo millimeter by millimeter into Andrew's asshole. Then . . . her crotch made contact against his flanks. She had driven her cock completely inside him. Now she had a choice: Grind against him immediately to get to an orgasm as fast as possible—--that option was so powerfully attractive that Sherrie almost gave in. The other choice was practice. Practice fucking him. Get good at it. Show off her skill to the tribe's women. The thought penetrated her intense horniness, and she backed the dildo out just a little before plunging in again. "Mmmmm," he moaned in response. Miss Victoria's eyes opened. She smiled at Sherrie, her gaze running up and down Sherrie's body as she fucked Andrew. "Good," she whispered. "You're doing fine. Fuck him good." The woman planted one hand on the back of Andrew's head and pushed his face even tighter against her crotch. Sherrie sought the rhythm, the sexy undulation, that was the mark of a practiced man-fucker. It took several minutes, her concentration on getting the action right the only thing that prevented her from crashing through multiple orgasms. Finally, she had the motion down. Sherrie knew she had it right when Andrew began raising his butt up to meet her thrusts then relaxing momentarily before repeating the action as a way to drive the end of her dildo even deeper inside him. They moved together in waves, her breasts swaying with the motion, his hard cock bobbing up and down beneath his spread legs. It's time, thought Sherrie. Time to fuck him to my own climax. "She looks beautiful, Andrew. You should see how her lovely breasts jiggle when she screws you. Her nipples are very, very hard. You would like to suck them, I know." The woman's sexy talk was going to make this even more intense, Sherrie thought. "That's it. Suck my clit, baby. Suck it good while I watch her fuck you in the ass." Oh, god! Oh, god—--here it comes. "You can come, Andrew. You can come when she comes from fucking your beautiful little asshole." That was it. Sherrie bucked wildly against Andrew's ass, all semblance of rhythm or wave-like motion thrown completely to the wind. There was simply one thing, and one thing only, in Sherrie's world at this instant, and it was the glorious sensation of the bulb end of the dildo working its magic against her G-spot. She squirmed tight against his muscular flanks in a frenzied crescendo that created so much pleasure that it sent blinding flashes of light behind her eyeballs. "Yes-s-s-s!" Sherrie screamed, her pussy convulsing in powerful contractions that sent jolts of electricity up to her breasts and nipples and back down again. "Ahhh-g-g-h-h-hh!" she moaned, grinding out second after second of pure bliss in an orgasm that exceeded any she had ever experienced. Andrew raised his head from Miss Victoria's crotch and groaned in pleasure as his orgasm forced powerful spurts of cum onto the towel beneath him. Miss Victoria grabbed his head immediately and forced it back to her crotch. "Suck my clit. Suck my clit. I'm gonna come NOW!" It was a synchrony, a symphony, a ballet, and a sexfest all rolled into one. Sherrie draped herself over Andrew's back, oblivious to anything but the intense pleasure of the final contractions of her pussy. Miss Victoria trembled and shook through her own orgasm, both hands now on Andrew's head, forcing his mouth to remain glued to her pussy. And Andrew, the meat in the middle of this glorious sandwich, moaned and shuddered his way through his own powerful climax. *** The two women left Andrew in the living room to fumble around—--still blindfolded—--to dress (Miss Victoria placed his clothes on the sofa for him) while they de-briefed in Sherrie's bedroom. A College Professor's Discovery "You were an excellent pupil tonight." Sherrie blushed at the compliment. "If only my anthropology students had as much passion for the subject matter, I would never worry that they weren't doing their homework." Miss Victoria grinned, now much more relaxed, in a more sisterly mood. "Yes, I have to admit that I do enjoy teaching this particular subject. It makes it very easy to be a motivated instructor." Answering from her bathroom where she had gone to thoroughly wash the purple feeldoe, Sherrie said, "I cannot believe that men pay you to do this to them. Why do they do it?" Miss Victoria was zipping back into her snug black jeans. "You pay for pleasurable activities, right? Going to a movie. A nice meal in a restaurant. A vacation to Cannes. What's so strange about a man paying for this pleasure?" Walking back into the bedroom, Sherrie said, "There is a difference, you have to admit." "I know. I was making a point about free-thinking men who suffer no hang-ups about paying for sexual satisfaction. But you're right—--there's a difference." Sherrie sat in her bedroom chair and crossed her legs. "I will tell you this," said Miss Victoria, putting the black dildo into the bag. "For some of these men, in some instance in their past, there's been a discovery about how sexy it is and how good it feels for a woman to don a strapon and do them until both of them come. They are the lucky ones—--they know the pleasure, and that makes it easier to find facilitators like me. Sometimes, though, the discovery is made because they've found the activity among their porn surfing or blogging or something similar. If the men in that category haven't experienced it before me, that almost always means they're afraid to broach the subject with women they've dated. A true pity, but it means they must discover other ways to find a lady to take them. They are desperate to know what it feels like." Sherrie was fascinated. "The first time I saw it in New Zealand, I knew instantly I would have to do it. True, I REALLY have to do it as part of my academic research, but even in the absence of that, the thought, the images, of plunging a strapon dildo into a man and making love to him like that as a way to create a powerful orgasm, well, uh, it's just-–" "Just incredible?" Sherrie nodded. A wistful look passed over Miss Victoria's face. "What you experienced tonight WAS incredible. I've have experienced that kind of orgasm many times, and I simply adore the sensation and everything about the act. But," and she stepped to the door, pausing with her hand on the doorknob to look at Sherrie, "when you experience it with the man you love, nothing, NOTHING, is better." Sherrie's lips parted in surprise. "You're . . . married? With someone?" "A sad break-up two years ago. I miss him terribly. Once a month or so he became the receiver, I the penetrator. We had marvelous, inventive, mind-blowing sex." Sherrie's silence begged a bit more self-revelation from the woman about to gather up her final toy--—standing now on the other side of Sherrie's bedroom door—--before leaving. "I amuse myself now with my double life while I search for someone else. A husband, yes. When I find him, I will take down my 'sensuous domme' shingle. Until then, I'm putting all this play money into my Roth IRA. I won't need this when I'm with my man." Sherrie's eyes de-focused momentarily. A husband who would play with her like this, who would take her strapon dildo deep inside his asshole as a way to provide her an incredible orgasm (and him, too). The thought was overpowering. She ached for that reality. "So," said Miss Victoria, shaking herself from the reverie of a love lost and the anticipation of a new love yet to be, "per the terms of our arrangement, the purple feeldoe, the lube, and the towels are yours, and next week I will bring around Trent. He has a swimmer's body. You will enjoy practicing on him, I guarantee. And the week after that, right before you leave for New Zealand, I'll bring Jason. He is a tall drink of chocolate whose sexy moans alone will make you come." Stunned, Sherrie watched the woman walk through her bedroom door and heard her say, "Come, Andrew. You've done so well tonight. I know you're eager to remove your blindfold when we've driven a sufficient distance away." A few seconds later the front door opened, then closed. A swimmer. And then a "tall drink of chocolate."