My publisher wants me to write less and promote more.
My brain keeps coming up with ideas for new stories.
My editor/erotic fiction co-conspirator wants me to do whatever I feel is right.
My publisher is outvoted.
I just finished up my second “Akari Hoshinatsu Mystery.”
My first one was the Akari “setup” story. It started with a late-night phone call that Akari’s best friend had been kidnapped. Clearly, this wasn’t a situation where sex would play a big role. In the second Akari story, I made up for that! So, without further ado (and with not much else to type), here’s an excerpt from “The Case of the Framed Cleaning Lady.” This is still in development, so ignore any typos, grammatical errors, and the like.
The strap-on that they had dubbed Danny Boy, was shocking in length but absolutely fearsome in girth. When they purchased it, they had to sign a legal waiver. In triplicate.
This dildo was not for the faint of heart.
“Lie down. I’ll lube it up,” Maureen told her petite lover with the gargantuan fake dick strapped to her. Akari made herself comfortable on the bed and looked at the giant dildo sticking up in the air like an erotic sundial. Akari would have found it comical if it wasn’t borderline terrifying watching her girlfriend impale herself on the thing.
But Maureen enjoyed every insane inch of it. She described it as “delightfully torturous.”
After liberally coating Danny Boy with lube, Maureen stood up on the bed, steadying herself with her hand on one of the canopy rails. “Ready?”
“Um-hmm.”
Akari watched as Maureen positioned herself above the alarmingly large head of the dildo. The circumference of which seemed almost as big around as one of Maureen’s legs. If Akari had not seen her girlfriend’s pussy swallow the entire thing at least half a dozen times before, she wouldn’t believe it was possible.
Playing with Danny Boy was not necessarily the sexiest thing for Akari – there was virtually no physical stimulation for her during the whole process – but she did enjoy watching Maureen's enjoyment. And for all that Maureen did for Akari, sexually and otherwise, Akari could certainly afford her lover this indulgence. Actually, Akari had begun to take a bit of perverse pleasure in watching Maureen’s self-inflicted torture
Maureen let go of the overhead rail, placed her hands on her knees, and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said, more to herself than to Akari. As she started to press her body down on the dildo, Akari steeled herself for what was to come.
Akari watched as Maureen’s pussy lips parted, then pushed inside a little before they settled in and slipped around the tip of the bulbous faux cockhead. “The worst and best part,” Maureen muttered as she used one hand to rub her exposed clitoris while pushing her hips more firmly downwards.
Akari winced internally as Maureen’s pussy went from spread open to stretched out to obscenely overextended. Akari focused on Maureen’s finger rhythmically rubbing her pushed-out clit. Up, down, up, down, up, down. It was mesmerizing.
“Mmm, mmm, ungh,” Maureen grunted as her already tormented pussy reached the limits of its ability to deform, desperately trying to accept the very welcome intruder.
Huffing, Maureen crazilly thrummed herself, spurring herself on with her middle finger. She was almost to the slight flare of the head. After that, it would be relatively easy to get the rest of the strap-on dildo inside of her willing body.
“Unng.”
She bore down a little more. Akari could feel the pressure transmitting itself through Danny Boy to her pelvis.
“Umm,” Maureen growled.
Akari watched as Maureen’s reddened outer pussy lips – her inner ones nowhere to be seen – imperceptibly worked their way down the light pink dildo while Maureen continued to flay at her clit.
Maureen almost had the rounded head inside her.
A bead of sweat ran down her nose and fell onto Akari’s bare belly.
It was almost in.
And Maureen was almost there, herself.
Just one final tiny push.
Intently, Akari watched Maureen’s face. She knew that Maureen was approaching the leading edge of her first orgasm. Akari spread her arms out across the bed and with her palms down, grasped two small handfuls of comforter, ready for that final little push that they both were getting to know so well.
But Maureen wasn’t ready for that little push.
And it wasn’t little.
With a low grunt, Akari bucked her hips upwards, burying the next couple of inches of Danny Boy into her surprised lover.
“Aaaahhhh!” Maureen howled through the burning pain as the dildo tore into her vagina. Her howl morphed into a long high-pitched moan as a blindingly intense orgasm rocked her body. Barely keeping her balance and unwilling to let the head of the dildo, finally inside her, pop back out, she clutched at her knees determined to ride through the pleasurable pain.
She finally looked down at Akari. Looked into the fiery eyes of her lover that she had so lovingly painted. Maureen looked at the giant flame-red lipsticked grin and shook her head wearily. “You motherfucking cunt.” She took two shallow breaths. “I was not ready for that.”
“I know.”
Maureen stuck a trembling hand out to Akari, and wiggled her fingers. “Hand me the lube! Hand me the lube!” Akari did and Maureen slathered more onto her inflamed pussy lips, the rest dribbling down Danny Boy’s long and thick shaft. “Fuck. That was intense.”
“That was just the beginning,” Akari commented.
Maureen nodded as she capped the bottle of strawberry lube. It was Akari’s favorite flavor. “My legs are killing me.” Maureen tossed the bottle back up by Akari’s head.
“Mrrrr,” Maureen growled as she slowly relaxed her legs and sank further down the massive chunk of rubber splitting her torso in two. Akari lustfully watched Maureen’s pussy drag itself down the dildo. Maureen paused halfway to catch her breath, then continued to the bottom, finally settling with a grunt, her thighs resting on Akari’s hips.
Akari could feel the weight of her exhausted lover as Maureen waited for her body to fully accept Danny Boy.
Maureen tenderly rubbed the slight bulge just above her belly button. “I feel like I need a couple seconds for my insides to shift around.”
“I honestly have no idea where that thing goes.”
Wiping tiny beads of sweat off of her forehead and chest, Maureen gave Akari a weak smile and rubbed her formerly concave tummy. “This scraggly body of mine can handle a lot! Danny Boy has gone where no man – or woman – has ever gone before.” She smiled at Akari. “ALL the way in.”
Maureen wiped her eyes and took another deep breath. “Alright.” She gingerly started to rub her engorged and lewdly pushed-out clit. As she found a languid rhythm, she whispered, her voice dark with animal lust, “Play with your tits, my Asian Empress.”
Akari gave Maureen a demure smile, politely lowered her eyes, and spoke one of the very few Japanese phrases that she knew.
“Hai, anata.”
Yes, my love.
She had learned it just for Maureen.
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Love, Frey