First In: Femdom Stories of First-time Strap-on Sex (8 page)

She swept off her camisole, showing me her full, perfect
breasts with their dark, stiff nipples. My wife hit me right in the face with
her camisole; she's got preternaturally perfect aim at moments like that.

I smelled her all over me as I watched her drop her panties.

She hit me in the face with those, too...and they smelled
even stronger. If there was half a chance in the world that I would resist
giving Katie anything she wanted, it vanished the instant I got a whiff of her
perfect, ripe, musky, sleep-mellowed cunt.

I drew deep on her panties and watched as she posed for me.

Katie was and is shaved; she's always been shaved smooth as
silk, for as long as I've known her...or at least since our first date. The
contours of her sex were pretty and perfect in the slanted light from the
bedside lamp. If I hadn't already known she was wet from the scent of her
panties, I would have found out when she put her slim fingers down to her
crotch and spread her lips to show me her glistening center.

If I hadn't had a hard-on before, I would have gotten one
fast
.

Katie stood there barefoot and triumphant, letting me look
as she parted her lips and opened her pussy for me.

"Be right back," she said happily.
"Or...maybe Daddy will."

I watched Katie's perfect ass wiggle as she sashayed out of
the bedroom.

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As I saw my wife's perfect ass and legs wiggle into the
shadows of the hallway, my hand moved almost of its own accord. It slid down
past the waistband of my white briefs and circled my cock, still slightly damp
from the few strokes of Katie's tongue she'd deigned to offer me.

I gripped my cock and stroked it firmly, caressing my balls
as I thought about Katie and her cock. How far would we go? How hard would she
play?

How deep would I take her inside me?

I suddenly had the intense craving to go all the way...to
let her fuck my ass. I looked sadly at the dark window, where the faintest glow
was just coming visible in the east.

The sun wasn't even yet...and I was seriously considering
let my wife bone me in the ass. There was little question who really wore the
pants in this relationship.

I lay there, stroking my cock and deliciously thinking about
my gorgeous wife climbing into her anniversary "present" in the guest
room. I thought about her securing the straps of the harness on her slim, tight
hips and over her perfect round ass. What would it be? Black leather? Red
leather? Fabric? Spandex? I felt sure that Katie would pick black leather, for
which she's got a fondness.  I stretched out there with my hand on my cock
thinking about her cinching those straps on tight while her cock jutted out
like a genuine boner, ready to take me
hard
.

It made me feel drunk with excitement, and a little bit with
fear. It made my cock throb.

In fact, the images through my head were so powerful that I
started stroking my cock more firmly....and I knew if I didn't stop, I'd shoot
my load before Katie came back.

Daddy would
not
like that at all, I decided.

I had to piss anyway, so I got up and stumbled half-drunk
with sleep to the master bathroom. Luckily Katie took her time -- luckily,
because it took me about five solid minutes of dedicated breathing before my
boner relaxed enough to let me relieve myself.

When Katie didn't come back before I finished, I decided I
should spruce up for Daddy, at least a little.

I hopped in the shower and took down the shower massager.
The throbbing pulse of the warm water felt good on my asshole. It made me feel
open and vulnerable. It also made me feel clean.

I soaped a little, rinsed some more, and repeated the
process. I stepped out of the shower with a towel around me.

I dropped it on the way back to bed.  I eyeballed my
briefs, limp on the floor by the bathroom. I eyeballed my top drawer, where
clean briefs awaited.

I thought about Katie telling me to leave my briefs on if I
wanted to keep my "cherry." I thought about her saying I could take
them off if I wanted to "Give Daddy what he wants."

I thought about her saying,
Daddy would really like that
.

I liked the idea of "Daddy" coming back to bed and
finding me ready for "him."

It was getting pretty pale outside the big window over our
bed. It was warm enough that I didn't feel the need for the covers...so I
peeled them back and stretched atop the sheets.

I waited for "Daddy." My heart pounded.

Part of me wanted to chicken out and put my briefs back on.
I could always take them off again, right?

But that wasn't how Katie worked. "Daddy" really
would like it best if "he" came in and found me naked and
spread...bare-assed and waiting for him to take me.

Katie would love it if she came in and found I'd decided to
let her have her way with me.

For what it's worth, Katie wanted to make it worth my while
to have awakened so early. She certainly took her time getting ready for me.
When she came back into the bedroom, it had been a good twenty minutes...and
she didn't look
anything
like what I would expect from a
"Daddy." Except for the enormous cock tenting her white cotton
boyshorts, Katie looked even more feminine than when she'd left.

She found me showered and fresh, clean inside and out...and
stark naked, ready to give myself to her. I was instantly glad I'd decided to
strip. I was happy I'd let her find me this way.

The second I saw my wife's new
ensemble
, my erection
returned with a vengeance.

Katie had taken the extra time to put on makeup -- yes, at
six in the morning. Her naturally pink-red lips were deeper red still, full and
bee-stung and painted with glistening, kissable candy-colored gloss. Her big
brown eyes were rimmed in rosy tones, her naturally heavy lashes painted black,
thickened and weighted with mascara. Katie has a fondness for big hoop
earrings, too, which she likes to call her "Hoochie jewels." She
wears them when she wants to get dirty. She wore a pair now. The enormous hoops
framed her beautiful face with the shimmering ripple of gold as the dawn broke
through the window.

Made up like that, Katie would have blown my mind and driven
me to new heights of lust. She does so frequently; I'm a very lucky man. But
two things really made my jaw drop this time.

First, as her ample tits stretched through the snug white
cotton of a tank top, her nipples distending it, the white cotton boyshorts
she'd donned were also stretched...by something even bigger. Beneath the white
cotton could be seen the impressive contour of a very large cock.

Daddy was huge, all right...maybe a little too huge. Maybe
scary-huge. As in most things, Katie's eyes were big. Maybe bigger than my ass.
Or maybe she just knew if she pushed, she could have me however she wanted me.
The shaft of "Daddy's" cock was long -- so long that the head
projected just above the waistband of her shorts.

Katie's dick was several shades darker than her skin. Rather
than the soft mocha of Katie's flesh, it was a deeper, richly milk-chocolate
color. I could see the sculpted pisshole at the tip and the full, swollen
corona just beneath it. The head of the cock stretched the waistband, making it
clear that the dickhead had escaped Katie's boyshorts because the shaft was so
huge. It probably crept out unnoticed as Katie walked down the hall from the
guest room, probably because Katie's a sneakers-and-sandals kind of girl; she's
not exactly graceful in heels.

And she was wearing heels, all right.

Heels to die for, on a pair of boots so supple and buttery
and new that I could smell them from here.

That was the second thing that made my jaw drop. Katie wore
a new pair of boots -- soft tight leather that molded itself to her calves, all
the way to her knee. Three buckles shimmered at its knee-side terminus, pretty
and golden against Katie's café-au-lait skin. The soft-leather boots had pointy
toes and three or maybe four inch heels. They were Dominatrix boots, no
question about it. A self-respecting Daddy wouldn’t be caught dead in them.

Unless it was
this
kind of "Daddy." The
kind with perfect tits and a massive cock. The kind of Daddy who could make my
own cock surge. The kind of Daddy who could make me flip, put my ass in the air
and take that dick inside me.

I felt a little drunk looking at her. Katie looked so
fucking good, I thought maybe I'd do
anything
for her. I would make
Daddy happy.

Katie traced my line-of-sight and saw me looking at the tip
of her cock. She looked down, embarrassed, and pulled the waistband up. My wife
looked amusing adjusting her junk. It was such an innocent, almost adorable
gesture -- my shyly dominant wife had to shift her business like some teenage
boy with his very first hard-on in class.

Once she'd tucked the tip of her chocolate-brown cock away,
Katie came at me, her face suddenly stern.

She put one of her new boots up on the edge of the bed. My
eyes widened as I looked at it, and then at her cock, and then at the other
boot, tucked casually alongside the bed on the hardwood floor of our bedroom.
My eyes bounced back and forth from boot to cock to boot to cock and back again
while I almost hyperventilated.

I squeezed my cock. Pleasure pulsed through me.

I gulped. Breathlessly, I said: "New boots?"

"They were on sale," she said defensively.
"They're your present to me."

"I already got you something," I said, never
taking my eyes off her boots and her cock and the perfect pair of knees and
thighs that laid the path between them.

"Aw, that's sweet," said Katie. "What did you
buy me?"

I finally wrenched my eyes form her boots and her cock and
looked at my wife shyly. I could feel my face, hot with shame.

"It's a teapot," I told her.

She smiled mischievously.

"I like these better," Katie said. "Why don't
you get a closer look?"

She slid her boot closer to me on the bed, leaning in hard.

With her hand on the back of my head, Katie guided my face
to the supple leather of her brand-new boot. The smell intoxicated me.

Her fingers tightened at the back of my neck as I opened my
mouth and kissed her boot. The leather tasted sharp and arousing. The scent was
all over me. I drew deep breaths of it. More distantly, I could smell Katie's
cunt, wet and ripe beneath the white cotton boyshorts. The slight tang of
silicone and a different kind of leather -- the harness, I guessed -- seemed to
waft in from further away.

I took deep breaths of her leather boot, kissing and licking
it. Katie held me down there. Her hand on the back of my head, she made sure I
paid her new boots proper homage.

I did, until one boot was slick with my worship, glistening
with spit.

"Daddy likes when you do that," she purred.
"Now the other."

She let me up. She lowered one boot. She lifted the other
onto the bed. I repeated the process, taking longer this time.

"Daddy
really
likes when you do that," she
said. "It's making Daddy wet." She caressed the front of her
boyshorts. "And
hard
," she said with a bestial little growl,
stroking her cock through the cotton.

When the other boot was wet all over with my kisses, Katie
let me up...and pushed me toward her cock.

I must have looked scared.

"Don't be nervous, baby," she purred, caressing my
face. "I'll show you how to please a cock. It's real easy. Just start by
kissing it...."

Katie's slender fingers slipped into my hair and pulled my
face down to her bulging crotch. She climbed leaned me, pushing my head down
with a firmness that told me she wasn't taking no for an answer...and I didn't
want her to. I felt a pulse of submissive energy as Katie took control.
Normally Katie's a little shy about topping me. She loves to take charge, but
usually only "in bed" -- meaning when we're actually fucking. She's
such a horny little devil that when she does take control, all she wants is sex.
What she usually wants is to have me throw her down and fuck her...and, failing
that, she'll throw me down and ride me till she practically breaks me.

Now, though, she had something else in mind. I liked this
new side of Katie. It was aggressive and demanding. More importantly, she
seemed to know how my mind worked. That scared me a little. My wife is
sometimes smarter than I realize, and she knows me better than I know.

My hair is just long enough for Katie's slim hand to hold on
and shove my face where she wants it. Right now, that was in her crotch.
Specifically, she wanted my mouth up against her cock as it tented her
boyshorts.

I gave it a kiss through the cotton.

Katie pulled my hair with one hand and caressed my face with
her other.

"Open for Daddy," she told me.

Her thumb slipped between my lips. She pried my mouth open.