First In: Femdom Stories of First-time Strap-on Sex (12 page)

I don't drink beer now...that
seems to be the message.

Still high from the dance my wife
gave me, I'm feeling too submissive and obedient to argue with her. I just
bring my third wine cooler to my lips and drink from it. And when she hands me
the vodka bottle? I drink from it obediently...three times in rapid succession
until she's satisfied.

I realize I'm very drunk. My
wife's brutality suddenly seems less important. I
have
always wanted
this...sort of. I even told her about it...whispered her fantasies. They
weren't as rough as this, but...Jenny knows what's best for me. She always has.
Feeling drunk and increasingly uninhibited, I realize that I'm going to let
this play out. I'm going to give myself to my wife tonight...however she wants
me.

Jenny purrs, "Strip for me,
Kendra. And don't rush through it, minuteman. I want to see you take your time
for once." She laughs.

She mouths the words to her
favorite filthy song as she stretches out on the bed, touching herself
shamelessly. We've made it through most of the CD, on the tenth or twelfth
remix version. They're increasingly obscene. Jenny's lips form the words as I
watch her, blushing, humiliated. I just can't do it.

She slides up to the edge of bed,
stretches her foot out and nudges me in my blue balls with the toe of her
high-heeled shoe.

"Dance, Kendra," she
laughs lightly. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

Humiliated, I strip for her.

I try to rush through it at first,
feeling awkward, my hands feeling huge, my body feeling very, very masculine.
It's degrading to have to dance like a woman, even though, in my drunken state,
I can't help but be a little turned on by it.

My clip-on hoop earrings dangle
against my neck. I had almost forgotten I was wearing them. Did Jenny mean what
she said? That she was going to get my ears pierced soon?

My heart races as I think of
myself wearing earrings. It would be so humiliating if she made me wear them
out in public...maybe even to work...

That thought only makes me dance
sexier, working my hips and grinding with the music, feeling the obscene lyrics
penetrate my drunken brain and make me even hornier. They're influencing me.
I'm
your slave/I'm your cunt/I'm your whore/Use me/Take me/Fuck me/Spank me/Hurt
me/Give me your cock...

My arousal mounts as I shimmy and
grind with the music. Drunk and increasingly loose, I'm having a good time. But
Jenny is not satisfied. After a few minutes of watching me dance, Jenny chides
me for not following the rhythm, for not doing it slow and sexy. She makes me
slow down until I'm grinding with the music. She makes me take my time. She
makes me pull my jeans down to the top of my boots and bend over and work my
ass back and forth in time to the music.

She makes me pull the panties down
and turn away and bend over and show her my asshole, never stopping the slow,
increasingly sensuous moves of my dance.

It takes me a long time to get the
hang of it, but with Jenny's guidance, I start to loosen up.

She gives me pointers. "Work
that ass back and forth like a girl, baby. Think of how
you
like to see
it when you're at a strip club."

When she's not giving me
instructions, Jenny mouths the words to the obscene song. "
I'm your slave/I’m
your whore/I'm your cunt/I'm your bitch/Take me/Use me/Fuck me/Hurt me...
"

Seeing my beautiful wife mouth
those suggestive lyrics with her perfect red lips, I find myself inspired. My
inhibitions melt away. Before long, I'm dancing like a girl; I've wriggled my
way out of the jeans and boots, and I'm dancing for her, almost like a
stripper. Almost like a girl.

Jenny purrs at me happily, claps
and giggles and even cheers me between lip-syncing lines about taking it in the
ass. I'm naked except for my panties and dancing with increasing ease, my
movements getting fluid as I undulate back and forth, getting more turned on as
I see the yummy reactions my wife gives me. She rubs herself as she watches me.
It's so gratifying to know I’m actually turning my wife on that I dance more
energetically, building up a sweat.

"You're doing so good,
Kendra," "See if those white stripper pumps of mine will fit you,
baby."

"Huh?" I ask her.
"Darling, they won't...your feet are size fives."

"Just go ahead and see,"
Jenny tells me. "They're on the top shelf in the closet."

I go there. I take the shoes down.
I realize that even though I've always thought these shoes are incredibly sexy,
I've never seen Jenny wear them. I've even jacked off
fantasizing
about
her wearing them...but I've never seen her wear them.

When I hold them in my hands, I
realize why. They're not Jenny's size. They're mine.

Blushing, covered in sweat,
exhausted, I step into the white pumps and secure the buckle.

They fit like a charm.

The heels are much higher than the
ones on the red boots she made me wear earlier. My cock has never stopped
throbbing and my erection has never dwindled. But I swear, having my ass forced
into that unnatural stripper posture from six-inch heels and a thong that rubs
my butthole actually makes my cock actually feel like it
grows
.

Covered in sweat, dripping from
the exertion of dancing, I finish the third wine cooler. Jenny takes the fourth
one from the cardboard four-pack on the nightstand. She waves it at me. I go to
the bed and get it from her. She pulls me halfway onto the bed and kisses me --
stopping me with her own high-heeled shoe in my balls when I try to climb on
the bed all the way.

Her kisses taste like beer, vodka,
and Mike's cum. My own mouth tastes like wine cooler and pussy. I feel
incredibly drunk.

"Make it
slutty
this
time. Why don't you play with some toys?"

I take a deep drink of the wine
cooler and stumble drunkenly on the heels as I go to what used to be my
underwear drawer. I take out a heavy flogger -- one of the two that I told
Jenny I found sexy. The smell of the leather intoxicates me. I makes me feel
drunker than I already am.

Wearing just my panties and the
high heels, holding the whip, I start to dance for my wife.

This time, I play with the whip as
I drop to the floor and grind around like a stripper. I know I could rub my
dick on the hardwood floor....maybe even rub myself to orgasm. But I won't,
because that would displease Jenny.

I hump the air, hump the whip. I
even whip myself, slashing the fronds across my back and wincing from the pain.
I get more and more turned on. I'm less inhibited by the minute.

When I'm finally exhausted so I
almost can't go one, Jenny smiles.

She tells me, "Good girl,
Kendra. Now bring me my cock so I can fuck you in the ass." She laughs.
"I think we'll break you in with the small one."

The
small one
? That's a
laugh. Even the "small one" is the size of Mike's dick -- and I've
already seen that fuck Jenny once today. It's fucking
huge
. It may be
the smallest of the three cocks my wife has purchased, not counting the
internal plug that fits in her strap-on harness so she can cum while fucking
me. The cock she's going to "break me in with" may be smaller than
her other options...but it's still going to rip me in two, and she knows it.

Nonetheless, I don't even
think
about disobeying her.

I don't
want to
.

#

My wife stretches me out on the
bed and sits on my face. She makes me eat her as she wriggles into her harness.
The harness has an open keyhole arrangement so her pussy stays accessible. The
clerks said that a metal ring can be attached so she can put a dildo inside her
if she wants -- or she can leave it open so she can have her slave suck her
cock and finger her cunt at the same time.

Instead, Jenny just makes me lick
her pussy. "I want Mike's dick to be the first one you suck," she
purrs as she smothers me.

Jenny buckles the harness, riding
my face harder and faster as she secures it. Even after all these hours, the
taste of Mike's seed inside her is still strong. I obediently lick her pussy
and clit, almost suffocating when she gets excited enough to ride me hard,
face-fucking me viciously.  She sucks and fucks my face so hard that the
bed creaks.

She guides my hand up to her
strap-on, and makes me jack it off.

As she rides me and I jack her
off, she sighs: "Get used to this, baby. You'll be giving my boyfriends a
lot of HJs from now on."

Soon, Jenny is breathless from the
pleasure of riding my face. She won't let me get her off; she keeps stopping me
when she gets close. Her cock bounces against my smooth, waxed chest. Her sweat
runs down onto my body.

Jenny laughs, her crotch rocking
and her hips pumping as she forcibly rides my face.

"Ready to get fucked, Kendra?"

She lifts her pussy off my face
just far enough that I can whimper out a softly obedient "Yes,
Ma'am."

#

     Jenny
lifts herself off of me and stands by the bed, her huge cock jutting from her
crotch at a very fuckable angle.

She says to me, "Kendra,
bring me the cock and vibrator attachment for my harness, so I can cum as I
fuck you."

Jenny is already standing by the
bed -- and our bedroom is not large. The dresser is maybe four feet behind her.
But she still makes me get up and hobble over to get it, stumbling on my
high-heeled shoes from the ache in my balls.

I bring her the attachments. She
sits on the edge of the bed, makes me kneel and help her get them on.

The second dildo is very short and
extremely wide, with a curved head that's designed to stroke her G-spot as she
thrusts into me, according to Dusk. Despite its enormous girth, the dildo fits
easily into her cunt.

Jenny laughs. "I guess Mike's
cock really stretched me, huh, baby? You think your clit could do that?"

I answer automatically. "No,
Mistress."

Jenny gets up onto her knees.

"Get me the lube," she
says.

I stand. I go to my underwear
drawer and get the tube of thick lube the clerks recommended. Jenny motions me
onto the bed.

Suddenly frightened, I stall.
"Should--um, should I take my panties off...Mistress?" The word comes
so easily to my lips that I don't know why I haven't called her that all
along...since before the wedding. Since our first date.

Jenny shakes her head.

"Those skimpy things? No,
Kendra, I'll just pull them out of the way. Now bring me the lube and get your
ass up here. Time to lose your virginity, baby."

I obey my wife, getting on all
fours in front of her. Jenny squirts lube onto her fingers. She wastes no time,
but forces one finger easily into my asshole. I squeal.

"Quit squealing like a pig,
Kendra. Unless you want to be one."

She's done this to me before --
one time, early in our relationship, she surprised me during a blowjob by
sticking her finger up my ass an instant before I came. It made me feel angry
and humiliated at the time -- but that didn't stop me from cumming in Jenny's
mouth harder than I've ever cum in my life.

Until now. I know when --
if
-- my wife finally lets me shoot, it'll be incredible.

I want to cum so bad I can taste
it. I almost feel like my swollen balls have backed up into the back of my
throat. But I know that's just the lingering flavor of my wife's boyfriend's
cum...which she made me lick out of her.

After he fucked my wife's brains
out.

Just like she's about to fuck me.

Jenny fingers my ass until it's
slippery with lube, giving me two fingers... then three. Even three fingers is
much, much smaller than the huge cock that's jutting out behind me. But I know
that Jenny won't take no for an answer...and I don't even want her to, anymore.

"She says, come on, Kendra.
Show me what a whore you are. You get to fuck yourself onto my cock to get
yourself ready for my boyfriend. Show me how much you want to be my
bitch."

To my shame, I
do
want to
be her bitch. So much that when I nuzzle my ass backwards and rub my slick hole
up and down on the shaft of her cock, the way she rubbed her puss on
my
cock, I
want
her inside me. More than I've ever wanted anything. I feel
suddenly, deeply eager to take my wife's cock in my asshole....to give herself
to me utterly.

She's lubed the cock up as well as
my asshole, and my cock throbs, stiff with need, as I push my asshole against
the thick head of my wife's dick.

I push myself onto it. The pain is
excruciating at first. Jenny makes me slow down and tease her cock, laughing.

"Don't rush it, baby. Really
enjoy it. Let yourself feel what I've been feeling from Mike all these
months."

Her mention of Mike doesn't even
faze me. It just makes me hornier.