First In: Femdom Stories of First-time Strap-on Sex (4 page)

Amy purred, "Feel that, baby? It's all the way in you.
I'm fucking your ass as deep as I can." She laughed a little. "I
guess you're deeper than you thought."

She began to draw back and stroke in more aggressively. As
her cock surged into me rhythmically, she gave me harder strokes as she picked
up speed.

I moaned into my underwear as she took me. Amy's moans were
of a higher pitch, and they sounded like she loved this as much as I did. The
steady buzzing from the vibe against her clit probably helped with that. She
spread her legs to get more purchase on the bed. She arched her back, clearly
trying to press her clit more firmly against the vibe, and the vibe against the
base of the dildo. Her breath came quicker and her moans grew louder as she
rubbed and fucked me more aggressively, clearly feeling a physical pleasure as
acute as when
I
fucked
her
. She could also feel the emotional
pleasure of fucking me deeply, I knew...and that was the hottest thing of all.
I felt like I'd fully surrendered to her. I felt completely open, totally
owned. I felt controlled. I felt submissive. I felt like my tight virgin ass
was my well-hung wife's fuckhole...and she was using it for her pleasure, not
for mine.

Amy reached down between my legs and took hold of my cock.
It had gone soft as I worked to let her penetrate me, but it was growing again.
Her cock got it all the way hard. Her hand was slick with lube.

""I guess this is what they call a
reacharound," laughed Amy breathlessly as she stroked me.

I was close. Her handjob had almost gotten me there. I was
about to have a powerful orgasm. But Amy was close, too...and to get there she
really needed to fuck me hard.

She said, "Finish yourself, baby. I need my hand to
hold your hips. I wanna fuck you real hard. I think I can cum if I do."

I spat out my jockey shorts and looked back at her.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. The word had just popped
out of my mouth, like the shorts. But it felt right, and Amy gave me a glowing
smile as she heard it.

Amy looked more gorgeous than I think I've ever seen her.

She guided my hand to my cock, then leaned back, drew her
cock most of the way out, and adjusted her body. When she thrust in again, she
was mounting me from a fresh angle, and the sensations were different...but
good
.
The sensations of my hand on my cock were more familiar, but equally good. For
Amy, the vibe seemed to be doing its job. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a
girly little squeal burst from her pink mouth.

"Fuck, that feels good," she moaned.

Amy put up one foot on the bed and straddled my thigh as she
drove down into me at an off-angle. The pressure of the angle made it feel like
she was stuffing my ass till it swelled to bursting...which felt intense, but
good. Meanwhile, I gripped my cock tightly and pumped hurriedly up and down,
feeling it get slippery as the lube from Amy's hand made its way all over my
cock and all over my fingers. I felt the sensation of her cock pumping into my
ass, harder with each thrust. She moaned loudly and whimpered, alternately, as
she surged toward an orgasm.

Amy cried out as she came. Her hips started pumping more
wildly. For an instant I felt a flash of discomfort at the sudden urgency of
her pumping, but it was the price of feeling her hot body pumping against me
like that, and I was more than happy to take it...especially since the
discomfort quickly vanished.

My own orgasm was close behind. The sound of Amy moaning
pushed me past the point of no return. My cock exploded in pleasure. I shot cum
all over my hand as Amy finished her own climax.

On the last thrust of her orgasm, Amy surged forward to
shove her cock as deep as it would go inside me. I gasped.

She put her hand down underneath me. She caressed my
cum-covered hand and cock.

"Such a good little butt slave," she told me.

She gently withdrew her cock from my ass.  Ripples of
pleasurable but unfamiliar sensation went through my body. I felt an emptiness
in me where her cock had been.

My wife tucked her dick away in her jockey shorts. They were
moist from the lube and from both of our sweat, and probably from Amy's juices
as well. She was pretty turned on, and my wife gets
wet
.

Then, with jockey shorts once again bulging -- and wet this
time, my wife stretched out alongside me and held me.

I wrapped my arms around her and cuddled her up in my arms
and said "Thank you, Mistress" a couple dozen times.

She liked that. Each time, she shivered with pleasure and
kissed my face.

We held each other deep into the evening, till we blew off
cooking dinner and ordered take-out. We ate it in bed, feeling dirty.

He's been waiting for this moment.
He's been begging for it. If it wasn't for the vagaries of the U.S. Postal
Service, he would have had it weeks ago.

The second he sees it, his eyes go
wide and his cock starts to stiffen. Then again, maybe it's that I'm not
wearing much else -- naked except for the harness -- or maybe it's the
knee-high stiletto boots; those were a specific request, too. Those I bought on
Haight Street, for way too much money, I thought at the time. But when I see
the way his cock stiffens, his eyes flickering from boots to my cock to my
breasts to my face -- then back again, several times each second, it seems -- I
know it wasn't too much money at all. I know I would have paid more, because
this moment, like the commercial says, is priceless.

I walk slowly over to the edge of
the bed, looking him up and down as he looks me. His cock is fully hard now,
which always makes me wet. But there's plenty more to come that'll make me wet,
because I'm going to have him in a way he's never been had, in a way I've never
had a man.

I don't even have to tell him what
to do, but I want to. "Suck my cock," I say, and it's the first time
I've ever said it like that. "Suck my dick," sure, it's a common insult,
whatever the sex of the speaker. But that word, "cock," is so dirty,
now, that I just have to use it. "I said suck my fucking cock," I
say, and he is on me in an instant, rolled onto his belly so he can lean over
the edge of the high bed, placed -- as I've discovered numerous times when he
was the only one in the bedroom with a cock -- right at crotch level.

Of course, the six-inch heels
equalize the height difference between us, even if they make me slightly less
stable.

His mouth opens wide and he takes
in my cock, sucking it. Just a small one -- we wanted to start with a
reasonable size. But long enough to make him gag a little, as he attempts to
deep throat on the first stroke.

"Not much of an experienced
cocksucker, are you?" I ask him. Seeing him blush is delicious. His lips
come back to the head and he licks it all over, lavishing affection on the
realistic silicone appendage. I grab his hair and push him more fully onto my
cock. "Real dominant," he'd said, "make me suck it." Not
exactly "force me," but "make me," which sends a shiver
through his body and makes him suck me with sudden urgency. His lips move up
and down on the shaft, covering the ridged cock with glistening saliva. I moan
softly. As if it were a real cock, which at the moment it feels like. I could
swear I can feel his tongue working on it. Especially when I start to move my
hips.

He gags again when the head hits
the back of his throat. I thrust deeper. He chokes and pulls back. "Turn
over," I tell him. "Spread your legs."

He slides his mouth off my cock
and rolls over. I make a "turn-around" gesture with my finger, and he
obediently does it, spreading his legs so his knees are bent at the edge of the
bed. I reach out and take his cock in my right hand, caressing it at first and
then caressing it while I stroke my own cock with my left. Something about the
juxtaposition feels good. When I press down just so on the dildo, I can feel
the base of it against my clit. I press harder and moan. His cock gives a
little pulse. I want him. I want to have him, the way only a woman can have a
man.

I reach out to the nightstand for
the lube. I drop the bottle onto his belly, and he breathes hard, knowing
exactly what's coming. He looks a little scared, his eyes roving over my cock.

"It's not like you didn't ask
for it," I say, not sure whether I should have used the flirtatious tone
and the little smile or if I should have slapped him across the face and jeered
at him. But it doesn't matter, because he's grabbing the lube and drizzling it
over the head of my cock. He gets it slick and slippery.

I reach down to grab his legs.

I pull them high up into the air.
He is much bigger than me; I couldn't yank him to the edge of the bed if I
wanted. But it feels like I pull him, because he slides so easily, pushing
himself toward my cock.

When his ass is right at the edge,
I dip slightly and guide my cock between his cheeks. I make eye contact with
him as I circle the head against his hole, and the look of excitement --
seasoned with the gentlest hint of fear -- makes me hungry.

I move my hips forward and slide
into him. He gives a little gasp as the sculpted head goes in. Then he's
pushing himself onto me, as I'm meeting his thrust with mine. It goes deep --
as deep as it can go, his ass taking me right to the hilt.

I start to fuck him.

My hips move awkwardly at first,
acclimating slowly to this new task -- usually, it's the other way around. But
it's pretty much the same motion, and I thrust into him more swiftly as his ass
opens up for me. I reach down and touch his cock, stroking it for a moment,
thumbing the head, but I can feel from its hardness and the leaky slickness at
the top that if I do much more of that he's going to come. And I want to fuck
him for a long, long time.

But I also want to fuck him
harder, and when I lean down into him, pressing my body against his, I lose my
balance if I take my feet off the floor. I reach out and grab his wrists before
I put my feet back down. I press his hands to my tits, and he fondles them while
I fuck him. He pinches the nipples gently and I swear if I just rubbed a little
I could come.

After thirty, forty, maybe fifty
thrusts, he's increasingly uncoordinated. I lean back and he lets go, my
nipples still tingling from his pinches.

He's groping at the bed, now, not
sure what to do with his hands. Finally he slips one finger into his mouth and
bites it, in a bizarrely girlish gesture. That makes me fuck him harder. He
arches his back on the bed and now both hands are digging into the satin
comforter. His head rolls back and his moans grow louder. I fuck him faster.

His cock pulses, the muscles
tightening with each thrust I give him. I can't resist any longer. I reach out
and grab his cock and stroke it.

His head rolls wildly. He makes eye
contact with me and I know it's imminent. I know so well how to jerk him off,
except usually my cock's not deep in his ass when I'm doing it. Watching it
fascinates me. I love to see his cock pulsating, his come jetting onto his
belly as he moans. When he comes, now, he moans louder than ever, and the
half-dozen streams coat his belly and chest. I fuck deep into him while he
finishes, and he's shivering with pleasure.

I don't slide out of him for a
long time, just caress his soft cock and run my fingers through the come all
over his belly. When I do slide out, he gives a little gasp. I unbuckle the
harness and let it fall around my ankles, my glistening cock projecting
obscenely between the pointy patent-leather toes. I climb onto the bed and kiss
him, feeling the slickness of his cooling come all slippery between us.

His mouth is ravenous, which tells
me what he needs. A woman with a cock, of course, is what he asked for. But
even without the cock, I'm still in charge, and I want to come. I spread myself
on the satin comforter and his mouth is against me, servicing me again -- this
time my clit, licking me in just the way he knows will make me come. I grip his
hair, just enough to encourage him, and it's only a few minutes of his expert
tonguing before I come, hungrily, not realizing until I've finished coming that
I've done the same thing he did -- slipped one finger into my mouth and bitten
it, girlishly.

I draw him up onto me, kissing him
and tasting my sex. I cup my fingers around his ass cheeks, touching his hole,
thrilling to the feel of where I've just fucked him.

Which is when I realize that he's
hard, again, already. It doesn't take much coaxing to get him inside me, and as
he slides in, from the first stroke I have a new appreciation for the
experience -- having now been on the other side for the very first time.

The first of many, I'm sure. When
he comes, I pull him deep inside of me and sigh. His kisses taste like me, and
his cock feels better than ever before.

How did I let her talk me into this?

As "Bolero" pounded slowly toward its climax,
Carrie stretched out on the bed with legs spread wide, thick pillows tucked
under her hips. This position tipped her perfect ass upwards at just the perfect
angle. Her asshole, glistening and virgin, beckoned to me from between her
slightly spread pale pink cheeks. It was wet from my spittle; I'd spent the
last forty-five minutes rimming the hell out of her while I fingerfucked her
senseless, two orgasms' worth; that's why immediately under her ass, her cunt
was pink and dripping. There'd been no lube so far, just my tongue, buried deep
in her ass. I snapped on the glove, I popped the top on the tube of think anal
lube and saw Carrie's pretty face regarding me over her slim shoulder; she
reached back and gently parted her ass-cheeks, displaying her asshole to me
shamelessly.