First In: Femdom Stories of First-time Strap-on Sex (11 page)

Suddenly, Katie got yet another second wind. Her hips
started pumping still faster, like she was pushing herself past a threshold of
orgasm.

Her body was angled to force the base of the dildo firmly
against her clit -- and I could tell it was hitting exactly the right spot.
Katie pounded me hard as she let out a shriek of powerful intensity. She was
still in the midst of her orgasm.

Then all the strength went out of her for a moment. Her body
ground to a halt atop me, so slick with moisture that she dripped cool sweat on
my back. Ripples and shudders went through Katie's body.

This was no role-playing exercise. My wife had really
climaxed. And with how wet and open my ass felt from al the lube and the
vigorous thrusting...it really felt like "Daddy" had just cum up
inside me. My asshole felt flooded. It was really just lube...but it felt like
cum. It felt like Daddy had pumped hot jizz up my asshole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," said Katie.
"Fuck, Daddy loves your tight little bitch ass. It feels so good around
Daddy's cock--"

To surprise, Katie wasn't finished. She raised herself off
of me, leaned back on her knees and started thrusting again, like she'd never
even cum. Unlike a real Daddy, Katie didn't get soft when she came.

This shouldn't have surprised me. My wife's the kind of girl
who always wants more.

As she fucked, she reached down with her hand and placed it
over mine, feeling me tighten my grip on my cock.

"Jack off for Daddy," she purred.  She felt
my balls, hard and swollen, pulled up against my body. My cock was firm and
ready. Precum had leaked from it to my belly and my thighs. Thick strings of it
seemed to run everywhere.

"Jack off while Daddy fucks you," she ordered me.
"Be Daddy's good little bitch."

It wasn't a request. It was a command.

What could I do? I said, "Yes, Daddy. Fuck me,
Daddy."

I started pumping my cock harder.

I wasn't totally sure I could cum with the hot hard feeling
of Katie's cock in me. It was distracting...especially since she kept fucking
me. Katie's dick rammed hard into me again and again, which sent spasms of
pleasure through me. It was almost too much...or so I thought. But to my
surprise, when I wrapped my hand around my stiff cock, Katie repositioned
herself, jostling her cock inside me until I gave a gasp. Surges of pleasure
went through me.

"Yeah," she purred. "That's the spot. That's
the spot that Daddy's bitch likes."

Katie started thrusting into me harder, picking up speed as
I moaned ever faster. She was hitting some place up deep inside me that almost
made me feel like I was about to cum whether I liked it or not.

But I
did
like it. I liked it a lot.

I felt my wife thrusting deep inside me. I lifted my ass,
and she matched my movements so that her cock kept hitting the exact spot that
made me gasp. My hand and my cock were covered with lube that had dripped down
from Katie's deep thrusts. I squeezed and stroked my lube-slick cock.

"Fuck, oh, fuck, Daddy, that's the right spot," I
said. "You're gonna make me cum--"

I took my hand off my cock.

Katie angled her body just to keep stroking her dick up
against the right spot.

"Yeah? You like that?" she teased me. 'You like
Daddy's cock hitting your bitch-spot? Makes you feel
real
submissive,
doesn't it?"

I tried to moan, "Yes, Daddy," but all that came
out was an incoherent wail.

"Tell Daddy you're his bitch," Katie ordered.
"Tell Daddy you wanna be his bitch from now on. Forever and ever...every
night. Tell your Daddy you want his cock in your ass all the time now. Tell
him!"

But I couldn’t say a word. I was moaning too loudly as Katie
fucked me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I put my hand back on my cock and
started pumping as Katie thrust deeper.

I let out a gasp as I hit the point of no return. Then a low
groan of pleasure erupted from my mouth as I pumped my cock faster.

A powerful orgasm pulsed through my naked body....and cum
exploded from my cock. It shot so hard and so far I felt it hit my shoulders.

"Oh, yeah," purred Katie, "Cum for Daddy. Cum
hard for Daddy, bitch. Daddy loves you."

She settled atop me, her cock deep inside my stretched hole.
She held herself deep inside me as I came, pumping the last few squirts of jizz
out of my cock.

"Daddy can feel your asshole get real, real tight when
you cum," growled my wife. "He likes feeling your tight little bitch
ass get tighter on his cock. Must feel real good, bitch." When I didn't
answer, she reached down and pulled my hair, shaking me out of my stupor.

Katie growled, "I said it feels fucking
good
to
get fucked, bitch...doesn't it?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned. "Fuck, it feels
good--"

I shivered all over. My wife no longer thrust atop me. She
was dripping with sweat. I could tell she was exhausted. Even better, I could
smell the subtle musk of her sweaty body.

I could also smell her cunt, mingled with the musky scent of
my ass and the sharp tang of the lube.

When I could finally focus my eyes, I realized the sun was
all the way up.

The bedroom, well-lit, was bathed in morning light.

I looked over my shoulder and said to my wife, "I love
you."

Katie smiled mischievously.

"Daddy loves you, too," she said. "Daddy
loves his little bitch."

I moaned and shuddered all over.

Katie tugged her cock out of me. I felt a sudden ache of
emptiness.

Still wearing her boyshorts, Katie tucked her cock away in
them. Behind the white cotton, her wet cock lurked as she pulled herself
alongside me.

"Daddy got what he wanted for his anniversary,"
she purred. "Did you?"

I put my arms around her and nodded.

Katie put her arms tight around my naked body. As she kissed
me and cuddled me, her cock bulged through her briefs and rubbed against my
hip. She reached down and squeezed my ass.

"Did you really get me a teapot?" she asked.

I frowned. "I kept the receipt," I said,
embarrassed.

Katie winked. Her leg rose easily, her limber body twisting
till she could rub the supple leather of her new boot against my side. I could
smell the new leather, all mixed up with the scent of our bodies and of lube.

"Don't you dare return it," she said. "After
a performance like that...Daddy
needs
a cup of tea."

As the light from the window grew brighter, Katie held me
and kissed me and purred in my ear.

"Happy anniversary," she told me. She squeezed my
ass with a wicked smile "And
many
happy returns."

I'm in the bedroom, arranging the
toys for our training session, when Jenny calls to me from the living room.

"Kendra?"

Again, I bristle at that name. I
hate hearing her say it so loud that the neighbors might be able to hear.

She says: "Kendra, why don't
you put some music on?"

"All right," I call
back. "What would you like to hear."

She names a particularly filthy
song that she's fond of -- one with a slow grinding beat and explicit lyrics
delivered in moaning female vocals about worshipping a man and being his
absolute slave. She names the remix CD that offers that song in a dozen
variations, each of them ten or more minutes long and filled with the
excruciating sounds of cracking whips and rattling chains, moaning women and
grunting men. It's basically porno in musical form.

"Put it on repeat," she
says. "I'm going to dance for you."

My heart soars. Just a few hours
ago, I was watching my wife fuck her boyfriend. I thought she'd never fuck me
again. She hasn't fucked me in months, anyway. She hasn't even given me a blowjob
or a handjob. But now, she's going to dance for me. I feel my heart pounding in
excitement.

Then I get a glimpse of myself in
the mirror as I walk to the shelf that holds the stereo.

My stomach swirls as I look at
myself. With the bright red lipstick, eye shadow, heavy mascara, blush and
powder, I look ridiculous. The hot pink tank top -- way too small for my male
frame -- makes me look even worse. I'm spilling out everywhere. My turquoise
stretch jeans are even tighter. My red boots have three-inch heels. Worst of
all, there's an evident bulge in the front of my stretch jeans... under which,
I'm wearing my wife's panties.

What does it matter of Jenny
dances for me the way a wife dances for a husband?

She's turned me in to something
bizarre, something abominable...and all I can feel when I look in the mirror is
that rush of sexual arousal that comes with my intense humiliation.

I try not to think about it.

I find the CD she asks for. I put
it on the stereo on repeat. The moans begin instantly, loud and repetitive.
Then the beat kicks in and the lyrics are delivered in a lilting moan: "
I'm
your slave/I’m your whore/I'm your cunt/I'm your bitch/Take me/Use me/Fuck
me/Hurt me...
"

It goes like that, the sexuality
and violence in the lyrics escalating as the beat grinds and the song becomes
louder.

I go back into the kitchen and
find Jenny rooting around in the refrigerator. She's gotten herself a beer from
the front of fridge, and she's managed to find a four-pack of old wine coolers
in the back -- from when my much younger cousin was visiting, months ago. I
didn't even know they were still in there. The things disgust me.

Jenny smiles and opens the first
wine cooler, pressing it into my hand.

The bottle is cold. It sweats.

Her face serious and seductive,
Jenny looks in my eyes.

She says, "Please,
Kendra?"

I know what she's doing. Sissies
don't drink beer. When we drink, guys get us drunk on wine coolers and take
advantage of us. Just like Jenny's going to take advantage of me...with the
huge strap-on cock I've just laid out for her.

My own pathetic cock gives a
surge, bulging through my pants. Jenny smiles at me flirtatiously and strokes
my bulge.

Reluctantly, I drink the wine
cooler.

Jenny hands me the rest of the
four-pack. She picks up a bottle of vodka from the freezer and drinks a couple
of slugs of it from the bottle as she pushes me into the bedroom. She throws me
on the bed and makes me do the same with the vodka, chasing it with the wine
cooler. I try to argue -- I don't like to drink, and certainly not vodka. But
Jenny won't take no for an answer, and I'm on the second wine cooler before
she's finally satisfied. My stomach revolts. We haven't eaten dinner. Well, I
guess
I
ate dinner...I've gobbled enough of Mike's cum to keep me
nourished for days. It sits in my stomach mingling with the vodka and wine
cooler.

But my stomach quiets as Jenny
starts to take off her clothes. It doesn't take long; there's not much to
remove. I watch her as she slowly lifts her yellow slip dress over her head.
She's naked underneath, her glorious body revealed in the moonlight from our
big open windows. The curtains are open, but I know that Jenny hates to close
them. This time, I don't even ask.

Jenny spreads her legs and fingers
her cummy pussy as I watch. My dick throbs. Thirsty, I drink the wine cooler
automatically. The more I drink, the more I realize it's not that bad.

Jenny lets me look at her body
more than she has in months. She does a little dance for me, crawling over me
on the bed like a lap dancer. The touch of her naked body makes my skin feel
electric even through my clothes. She rubs her hair against my body and dangles
her tits in my face. When I try to kiss them, to suck the hard nipples, she
grabs my hair and pushes my head down and then grinds her wet pussy on my cock
through my jeans.

She really works up a sweat. She's
panting and dripping by the time she finally slides onto the bed next to me.
She's probably been dancing for me for half an hour, and I swear -- it's like I
was in heaven. My second wine cooler is gone, and I’m feeling very, very drunk.

"Your turn, she tells
me."

I go to embrace her. She slaps my
hands away. "What, baby?"

"Your turn!" she says
harshly. "Take your clothes off. Dance for me." Winded and thirsty
from her dance, she polishes off her beer. "Kendra, baby," she begs.
"Would you go get me another one?"

I'm delirious with desire for her
after having seen her dance -- Jenny is a hell of a dancer. I go get her a
beer, and one for myself. I realize as I walk into the kitchen that I’m getting
very drunk.

When I come back with the two
beers, Jenny snatches them both from my hands.

She smiles and says, "Thank
you, Kendra. You brought me two!" The stern look she gives me as she puts
my third wine cooler back in my hand makes it obvious she doesn't want to hear
any arguments.