First In: Femdom Stories of First-time Strap-on Sex by Brett Olsen, Elizabeth Colvin, Dexter Cunningham, Felix D'Angelo, Erica Dumas, Kendra Jarry

balls. Her her tongue inched out.
With the very tip, she drew a path from the end of my cock down across the
glans, and then quickly back and forth at the most sensitive spot.
     
    Katie is an inveterate tease, and she's really fucking good
at it. That little lateral stroke across my glans was enough to make my back
arch. My ass pressed into the soft, sleep-moist bedsheets.
     
    "Oh, fuck," I moaned. "That feels good."
Breathless, I repeated my question. "Did you just say 'Daddy?'"
     
    Katie ignored me.
     
    "I said I got you something," she teased.
     
    I lifted the sheets so I could look down into her pretty
face, shrouded in the darkness of the covers. Outside, the sun wasn't up yet,
so the wicked smile on Katie's pretty face was illuminated only by the soft
green glow of the nearby alarm clock.
     
    "Did you just call yourself Daddy?" I asked.
     
    Katie ignored my question again. She cradled my balls and
squeezed a little, just to get my attention. It worked.
     
    "I said I got you something good," she
teased me. "Something really good. Something really, really ,
really good.
     
    I could tell from the look on her face that Katie had
something truly nasty up her sleeve. But it wasn't even fucking light out!
     
    So I said, peevishly, "And it's important now?"
     
    "Very," she answered.  "More important
than sleep, lazybones."
     
    Katie's slim fingers caressed my balls, squeezing more
firmly. That always gets my attention, and Katie likes that lots . Her
other hand fondled my shaft as she squeezed. She kept her mouth teasingly close
to my cock -- without ever letting it really touch me, other than the few
teasing strokes of her tongue that had awakened me fully.
     
    It's true; Katie plays me like a violin. I almost wanted t a
blowjob more than I wanted more sleep... almost .
     
    That was right where Katie wanted me, because if I got too
horny, I'd kick back and let her take the lead. And that simply isn't Katie's
style.
     
    Make no mistake, when Katie's horny, she's not entirely
magnanimous in her affections. She loves to suck cock...but her morning desires
are far more insistent. She's a woman with needs . She'll give me a
morning blowjob, all right...but for every effortlessly-given, unasked-for gift
of a soft, slurpy suck while I’m lusciously half-asleep, Katie demands a dozen
or more vigorous fucks before breakfast. She isn't easy to satisfy. In the
mornings, she's particularly demanding. One of the reasons I'm always reluctant
to wake myself up for morning sex is that once Katie gets going, she's hard to
cool down. She's rarely satisfied until I've seen to her at least once, maybe
twice. And she knows from experience that at six in the morning, if she sucks
my cock till I cum, I'll be asleep before she's swallowed.
     
    Katie doesn't allow that. When she wants sex, Katie wants to fuck .
     
    Or, as I was about to find out...she wants to fuck ,
in a wholly different context.
     
    Now, she was taking great pleasure in teasing me, both with
her mouth up close to my cock and with the knowledge of just what she'd bought
me for our anniversary.
     
    She let her lips graze my shaft. She worked them up and
down, but barely touched me.
     
    "It's kind of a present for both of us," she said
with breathy pleasure. The innocent cocksucking smile on her pretty face turned
to a devil's grin. ""I get to wear it," she said. "You get
to take it ."
     
    A lightning bolt went through me.
     
    Suddenly, I knew what she meant. I knew why Katie had called
herself "Daddy." I knew what she'd bought me for our anniversary. I
knew what she wanted to do to me...now, in the morning on our anniversary,
before the sun was even up.
     
    Katie knew she had me in the palm of her hand. That's why
she chose that moment to let her tongue out of its pretty pink prison to tease
me some more. She painted a slick wet stroke with her tongue, from my balls all
the way up my shaft to my glans .
     
    I dug my fingers into the sheets. I arched my back