As Tammy put everything back in place and zipped up my pants she whispered, “Well, a deals a deal, I guess your mine tonight.”
“I wouldn’t mind if I was yours every night,” I whispered back.
A few miles down the road a Wisconsin State Trooper came flying up from behind us. He pulled up along side of us for about 30 seconds, looked over at us, and then continued south at a high rate of speed. “I guess he heard the truckers talking on the CB and is looking for a little cock sucker,” Tammy said, “but it was worth the risk, and it was fun too.” “Of course,” she continued, “he didn’t suspect us because you don’t have a little cock. In fact, your cock is just the perfect size for me, you know.” I just smiled.
When we got to the hotel, we checked in and went straight to the room. Tammy headed into the bathroom while I went about hanging up my business attire for tomorrow. I could see Tammy through the glass divider that separated the huge oval tub from the rest of the hotel room. She needed to pee pretty badly, but didn’t want me to stop along the interstate in a rest area because, as she put it, “those places aren’t clean.”
When she came out of the bathroom she walked over to the pullout sofa in the living room area. She motioned to me and said, “Come sit with me and I’ll show you the toys I brought for us. Then we’ll go find something for an early dinner. Afterward we’ll come back here to play.”
She set a medium sized sports bag on the coffee table and opened the zipper. The first item she pulled out was the scented lube; I was already familiar with it. Next she pulled out her strap-on harness with the new dildo in it that she had used on me the other night. Then she pulled out a chrome colored, egg shaped vibrator. It had a short cord and a small control box. Next from her bag of toys was a double dong. It must have been 18 inches long; it was very flexible but also rather thick at either end. I was a little nervous and mentioned it to Tammy. “That’s kind of thick isn’t it? I’m willing to try almost anything if it pleasures you, babe, but I think you’re gonna rip me open with that thing,” I said in a quiet tone.
“I thought it might be a little thick also, so I bought this as well,” she said reaching into the sports bag again. This time she pulled out a butt plug. It had the usual taper of butt plugs I’ve seen on the Internet, and it appeared to be about 5 inches long, and at it widest point almost as thick as the double dong. Finally, she pulled out another harness – all leather – with a pouch in the front for my cock and balls, and a strap that is designed to run up the back in the crack of my ass, sort of like a leather g-string.
“I thought we could go to dinner with our harnesses on,” Tammy continued. “I’ll take the external dildo off mine and wear it with the vaginal dildo and clit tickler attached on the inside. I want you to go with your new butt plug in place. The harness will keep it from slipping out of your ass.”
“You may want to go use the bathroom before we continue,” she said, “with the butt plug in place you may not be able to pass gas, and if you’re full then things may get a mite uncomfortable.” Tammy reached down and pulled off my Rockport’s and said, “Stand up now.” As I did she unhooked my belt and jeans, which she then pushed to the floor. I stepped out of them as she was pushing down my underwear. Gently smacking my ass she told me to “get going,” as she pointed toward the bathroom. With a warm feeling of excitement and a bit of trepidation in my belly over the upcoming events, I headed off to the bathroom.
As I sat on the toilet, I could see Tammy strip off her jeans and panties. She unhooked her girlie dick from her strap-on harness and set it in the sport bag. Then she took the rest of the harness and slipped it on, carefully inserting the inner dildo into her vagina. Then she slipped her jeans back on and buckled them up. As she was moving around the room getting things ready for me, I could see how aroused she was becoming from the combination of the dildo and the clitoral stimulator in her harness. She kept rubbing her pussy through her jeans. “Hey,” I called out, “if I can’t play with myself, then neither can you.” She turned her head towards me and gave me a funny grin, then stuck her tongue out in mock defiance.
I finished up my business, wiped real well, and headed out to the bedroom. Still wearing my shirt and socks, otherwise I was naked. Tammy walked up to me and gave me a big passionate kiss. “Kneel on the bed for me, sweetie,” she said, and I did as I was told. “I brought some KY jelly with me because I thought the heat generated by the scented lube might be too much in the restaurant.” I heard the snap of a rubber glove. “I also brought a surgical glove so I don’t have to mess with my nails before we go to dinner,” she said softly. As I looked back I could see Tammy put some KY on the glove. My ass hole puckered as she slipped a gloved finger in. “The KY’s a little cold isn’t it, I’m sorry,” she said. Then she reached underneath and grabbed my cock. As she started stroking it she said, “I’m going to play with you to get you to relax, but I don’t want you to cum, OK”
“Ooo, OK,” I replied with a shudder.
As I relaxed, Tammy got three fingers sliding in and out of my ass. She then started using the dildo that she disconnected from her strap-on. She was reaming my ass pretty good with it when she stopped playing with my cock. I was having a hard time with this as I wanted to just slip off in an orgasm, but remembering what she asked, I started thinking about things from work to try to get my mind off the excitement I was feeling. Tammy pulled out the dildo and paused for just a second, then there was pressure and a bit of pain, and almost like a popping sound as she slipped the butt plug into my ass. The shock of the sudden entrance past my anal sphincter took me by surprise. “Stay there while I get a washcloth to clean you up,” she said walking toward the bathroom. I could hear her taking the rubber glove off. Then she was back with a warm washcloth wiping all around my ass.
“If it was that much effort to put in, how will we get it out,” I asked.
“At the sex shop the girl told me if we can’t get it to slide out after you relax a bit and get used to it, then just some downward pressure from you, like when your taking a crap, will cause it to pop out.” She answered.
“Ok, then how do we keep it in if I get relaxed during dinner? I mean I don’t want it to show through my jeans and look like I have a load in my pants”
Tammy laughed out loud. “That’s where the harness comes in, silly. The rear strap goes through a clip here,” pushing on the butt plug, “and holds it all in place. Ok, after all that excitement and pressure inside, do you think you need to pee? Cause once I put the harness on you, it’s sort of like a little chastity belt; you won’t be able to just whip it out and go, you’ll have to wait until we get back here. Besides, I’d really like you to wear the harness for a while even after we get back here so you don’t tighten up. I have something special planned with the double dong.”