First In: Femdom Stories of First-time Strap-on Sex

by Olsen, Brett

  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.

  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.

  #

  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.

  She worked my mouth against her cock. I tongued it awkwardly. I got a mouthful of cotton.

  Katie laughed and sneered. "Don't kiss it like that," she said. "You're not kissing your Mommy, baby. You're kissing your Daddy." I'd never heard the word "Daddy" sound as filthy as it did when Katie used it like that. "Kiss your Daddy like you want him to f
uck you." Her breath came quick as she talked dirty; Katie has a filthy mouth and loves to use it. I could hear her arousal mounting in her voice as she added breathlessly, "Big hard Daddy cocks love it when their little sluts beg to get fucked. Don't you want to get fucked, baby?"

  "Yes, Ma'am," I said softly, my words muffled by the pressure of her cotton-sheathed cock against my face.

  Daddy didn't like that.

  "Yes Ma'am?" she growled. "What did I just tell you? You don't kiss my dick like you're kissing your mother...and you don't call your Daddy 'Ma'am.' Since when does a 'Ma'am' have equipment like this?" She pushed my face away a little and pulled down her boyshorts. She let her huge cock pop out. Freed of the tight cotton tug, it smacked me full and hard in the face. Katie liked that. A ripple went through my naked body as she slapped me with her cock. I could smell the soft chemical scent of the silicone cock. The scent of Katie's wet pussy lurked not far beyond it, and I realized that the cock itself was wet with her juices. Katie had fucked herself with Daddy's cock before she strapped it on.