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

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Authors: Brett Olsen, Elizabeth Colvin, Dexter Cunningham, Felix D'Angelo, Erica Dumas, Kendra Jarry
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 fuck 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

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