First In: Femdom Stories of First-time Strap-on Sex (7 page)

It's true; Katie plays me like a violin. I almost wanted t a
blowjob more than I wanted more sleep...
almost
.

That was right where Katie wanted me, because if I got too
horny, I'd kick back and let her take the lead. And that simply isn't Katie's
style.

Make no mistake, when Katie's horny, she's not entirely
magnanimous in her affections. She loves to suck cock...but her morning desires
are far more insistent. She's a woman with
needs
. She'll give me a
morning blowjob, all right...but for every effortlessly-given, unasked-for gift
of a soft, slurpy suck while I’m lusciously half-asleep, Katie demands a dozen
or more vigorous fucks before breakfast. She isn't easy to satisfy. In the
mornings, she's particularly demanding. One of the reasons I'm always reluctant
to wake myself up for morning sex is that once Katie gets going, she's hard to
cool down. She's rarely satisfied until I've seen to her at least once, maybe
twice. And she knows from experience that at six in the morning, if she sucks
my cock till I cum, I'll be asleep before she's swallowed.

Katie doesn't allow that. When she wants sex, Katie wants to
fuck
.

Or, as I was about to find out...she wants to
fuck
,
in a wholly different context.

Now, she was taking great pleasure in teasing me, both with
her mouth up close to my cock and with the knowledge of just what she'd bought
me for our anniversary.

She let her lips graze my shaft. She worked them up and
down, but barely touched me.

"It's kind of a present for both of us," she said
with breathy pleasure. The innocent cocksucking smile on her pretty face turned
to a devil's grin. ""I get to wear it," she said. "You get
to
take it
."

A lightning bolt went through me.

Suddenly, I knew what she meant. I knew why Katie had called
herself "Daddy." I knew what she'd bought me for our anniversary. I
knew what she wanted to do to me...now, in the morning on our anniversary,
before the sun was even up.

Katie knew she had me in the palm of her hand. That's why
she chose that moment to let her tongue out of its pretty pink prison to tease
me some more. She painted a slick wet stroke with her tongue, from my balls all
the way up my shaft to my
glans
.

I dug my fingers into the sheets. I arched my back and
moaned.

"Want Daddy to go get his present for you?"

Now, I was awake.

You see, Katie's kind of experimental, and more than a
little kinky. My wife's hands had wandered a few times during blowjobs...or
should I say, her fingers had wandered. One of them at a time, only, so
far...right up my ass, while I came. It scared me a little at first, but I'd
liked it. I'd said I'd be open to "more."

She'd been talking about dominating me. About how hot it
would be if I let her be "Daddy."

I'll be your Daddy, with a big hard cock
, she said.
You'd
have to suck it and take it like the good bitch you are. Would you be a good
little bitch for Daddy
?
Would you let Daddy make you his bitch
?
Would
you let Daddy bend you over and put your cute little ass in the air for his big
hard dick?

My wife has a mouth like a sailor -- like the kinkiest
sailor alive. She's very good at conjuring dirty words in just the right
proportion. She'd more than intrigued me. She'd tempted me.

I won't go so far as to say that I'd issued an open
invitation, but Katie obviously took it that way.

I'd said, "Maybe."

Maybe I'll be Daddy's bitch. Maybe I'll suck Daddy's
cock. Maybe I'll let Daddy bend his bitch over and put it in my ass....

If you take the lead
.

Like I said, Katie is very aggressive in bed. But when it
comes to being explicitly dominant, she can be kind of shy. I told her if she
wanted to bend me over, I was going to need to feel pretty submissive. I knew
Katie well enough to think that was a stretch -- if you'll excuse the pun -- to
expect her to really take the lead on something like this.

But maybe I didn't know her as well as I thought I did. I
thought what she'd do was talk me into that "standing date" to go
into the City together and shop for a harness "and see if there's
something we like," "when we get around around to it." No
pressure, no demands...no obligations.

No promise to "Daddy" to take him up my ass.

In fact, my kind wife said she didn't want me to feel any
pressure. But she'd kept bringing it up, and I kept not saying no.

And now, it sounded like she'd gone and done something
rash
.
Our anniversary was going to be a very interesting morning indeed.

I'll admit that while I was very turned on by the idea of
Katie with a cock, I was a little more reluctant than she was. The promise of
Katie "endowed" and inside me was
hot
. I'd had her finger up
there several times, now, always with her lips around my cock. Each time, I'd
just about exploded in pleasure.

But her cock? That was a little bit scary....if
hot
.
Hot enough to wake me up fully.

I gave a sad look at the still-dark windows.

"Still want to wait until eleven-thirty?" Katie
said playfully.

She rose from beneath the covers and caressed my chest with
her tongue. She kissed her way up her neck to my mouth.

When she found my lips unresponsive and unwilling, she
looked me in the eyes. Her rich brown orbs sparkled.

"Aw, did Daddy make you nervous?" she asked.

I gulped.

"You're not actually talking about doing it--
now
?"

"Uh-huh," Katie smiled wickedly.

"It's not even light out," I said. "You
mean...
now
?"

"Why not?" she said. "It's our anniversary,
and I'm horny." She cradled my cock in her hand and whispered in my ear:
"I'm always horny in the morning, remember?"

"You don't have to tell me," I said.

"You've got
your
morning wood," she laughed
softly. "How about if Daddy gets his?"

Katie knew I was nervous, and she liked it. It got her hot
to push my buttons. Even though Katie, like I said, can be pretty shy about
being explicitly dominant, she's got a playful tomboy streak that sometimes
goes wild. It makes her hot when she pushes me past where I think she's got the
balls to go. Now was one of those times.

Katie tucked my boxer briefs back into place over my
throbbing hard-on.

She patted the front of my stretched cotton briefs. It
wasn't in a provocative or sexy way...more like an affectionate one.

"At least let me wrap my present," she said.

I gave her a puzzled look.

She smiled. "I didn't wrap it yet because I want you to
be able to unwrap it, baby."

I looked at her with fear in my eyes, but Katie could see
the excitement.

"Daddy's going to go get his morning boner," she
purred. "Promise you won't fall asleep?"

I bit my lip. "Is now the right time?"

Katie rolled her eyes.

"Remember, baby. Daddy thinks mornings are
always
the right time to fuck. Besides. You're awake, aren't you?" She teased her
fingers across my chest. "May as well get something for your
troubles."

I had turned very red; I could feel my face, hot with
embarrassment.

"I'm a little scared," I admitted.

Katie gave me an affectionate look.

"I'll tell you what, baby. Leave your briefs on if you
want, and Daddy will let you keep that tight cherry as long as you want."
She smirked. "Or take 'em off, and Daddy will know what you want."

She saw me look a little nervous. I could tell Katie liked
that.

She said, "Daddy's going to go wrap his present for
you. If you decide you like what you see..." She put lips to my ear, her
breath warm and supple and suggestive.

"Then you can unwrap it and give Daddy what he
wants."

Her hand tightened on the front of my briefs....and then
moved around to my back.

She squeezed my ass gently. She purred at me: "Daddy
would really like that." She squeezed my butt much harder and winked at
me. "Daddy's dick
loves
tight little virgin asses."

I squirmed under Katie's firm squeezes. I was fully awake
now, and horny. Half of  me didn't want to admit how turned on I was by
this. It got me hot that Katie had made the leap and bought "us" a
strap-on without consulting me on it.

But that scared me, too. What if her cock was too big? My
wife is a little bit of a size queen. What if her eyes were bigger than my
asshole? I'd never had more than Katie's finger up in there...and that only
when I was
really
turned on. What if I couldn’t even take it?

I smiled shyly and posed just that question.

"I'm scared I won't be able to take Daddy's cock,"
I told her. "What if he doesn't even fit?"

The second I called her
Daddy
, Katie got this look on
her face like she was a ravenous wolf.

I said shyly: "I mean...is Daddy big? Is Daddy's cock
really big?"

I could tell she loved hearing that. Even more, she loved
seeing the reluctant surrender on my face.

"Daddy's
huge
," my wife said with relish.
She teased one finger down into the waistband of my briefs. "If you leave
these on, he'll go easy on you. But, baby, I don't mind telling you, if you
take them off..." She laughed lightly. "Daddy is
huge
, that's
all I'll tell you. You better be ready before you put that ass in the air. And
if you do?" Her eyes flashed. "Then don't you worry, pretty thing.
Daddy will
make
his dick fit in you."

My cock gave an answering pulse.

That was
hot
.

The thought of my wife with a big throbbing cock -- one far
too big for my asshole -- was even hotter than the idea of taking a
reasonably-sized one.

Katie knows me. She's always bragged that it's boys who are
size queens. I've always found it kind of ironic, from a woman who loves to be
fucked as hard as Katie does, and whose own dildos range from
big
to
giant
.

But Katie and I have watched enough porn for her to know
that I always gravitate toward the ones with enormous cocks. And whenever I
thought of Katie as "Daddy," I'll tell you...I didn't think about
Katie, taut and toned, with a little junior pencil dick.

No. I thought about my wife with a huge, massive, long,
thick
boner
. One that didn't take no for an answer.

I guess it wasn't just theoretical, either. It felt good
when my ass had to stretch to take my wife's finger the few times she'd done
that. When I thought about Katie putting a cock on and sticking it in me... I
really
liked the idea of having to work for it.

The deal was done. I knew I was going to give her what she
wanted. Correction...give "Daddy" what he wanted.

I was going to service Daddy's morning wood...as eagerly as
Katie had ever serviced mine. Maybe more so.

"Daddy stashed his cock in the guest room," she
said. "Promise not to fall asleep while he puts it on?"

"I promise," I answered.

Katie eased herself out from under the covers. She turned on
the bedside light. I uttered a whining complaint and covered my eyes...but not
for long.

Katie turned on the light so I could get a good look at her.
Katie loves to be looked at, and she's blessed with a body that's very much a
pleasure to see.  She stood there in the light of the beside lamp, showing
me her body. She could see me looking and she obviously loved the effect her
body had on me.

I'll admit, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her...but then, I
usually can't. I'm a lucky man, I know that much. Katie's skin is a
café-au-lait color, her eyes the color of coffee fresh from the pot. That
lineage she traces to the Caribbean and to Africa beyond is on her father's
side, mingled with French-German-Spanish on her mother's. From her parents,
Katie inherited a skin tone as creamy and warm as a person can have, with the
full, perfect, cherry-colored lips that could only come from hybridizing all
humankind's most irresistibly kissable mouths. Her mother's high cheekbones and
angular neck only add to Katie's exotic and commanding look, which makes it so
much cuter when she gets all shy about taking control.

Now, she wasn't being shy. She was getting off on making me
watch her as she stripped to she could re-wrap herself...with
"Daddy's" present for me in place.

Having inherited long, black hair midway between her
father's tight kink and her mother's lustrous cascade, Katie has quite a head
of black, and usually tames it into a pony tail when she sleeps. Now, she
reached back and unfastened it, shaking her hair out into a wild, suggestive
curtain of black.

That gave her something to do as she let me get a good look
at her. My eyes roved over her half-naked body like a starving man looking at a
banquet. Katie's tight, athletic body was packed into a white cotton camisole
and panties. In the light from the bedside lamp, I could see the cleft of her
lips where her panties clung moistly to her sex.