Switch Hitter (MF, Fdom, Pegging, Watersports)

“Harder, Daddy!” she urged. I courteously obliged, shoving another inch into her tight little ass.

“You like that? I bet you do, whore,” I said, rubbing her clit harder.

“PINEAPPLES! Pineapples!” she shouted. It was our safe word.

“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” I asked, starting to pull out.

“I need to whizz.”

“…” I waited for her to elaborate. “Okay? Go whizz, then.” She gave me the most dominant look she could muster with my cock still in her ass.

“Wanna try something new?” she asked, cautiously. I nodded, curious. “Open wide, and maintain eye contact.”

I knew better than to disobey. She has a bit of a dominant side when it comes to sex. I did as commanded, pulling out of her slowly then getting on my knees on the floor, enjoying the view.

“Don’t drip on the carpet,” she warned, toying with her clit, and she let loose a stream even the Amazon river would be jealous of. I did my best, but couldn’t keep up with the torrent and spray. “You dumb slut! You stained the carpet. You should be more careful.” She slapped my cheek. I knew where this was going, and quickly got rock hard. “You like that? I bet you do, whore,” she threw my words back at me. It did nothing to dampen my erection though. “Grab the box.”

I started to stand, only to get slapped again. “I didn’t say stand. Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Of course not, mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Be better.”

I crawled and shimmied my way under the bed and grabbed the box we had to keep hidden from the kids. As I backed out, she stood in the way and put her foot between my thighs. “Stay there. Pass me the box.” I did, as well as I could. “Good boy. Now stay quiet.” Again, I did. I heard buckles jingling and straps tightening. “Now keep still.” She slipped a cold, lubricant covered finger into me.

I whimpered. She stopped. “I thought I said to stay quiet.” I quieted.

She must have been content with that, as she added another finger, spreading me as wide as possible. When she vacated me, I felt a longing emptiness that I knew would soon be filled. And soon it was. Even before my ass had time to close, it was burst open with something that felt like the size of a can of soda. Stubbornly, slowly, she worked the strap-on into my hole. It took a while, but eventually she bottomed out, the cold of the metal buckles pressed against me. “Good boy. Now, would you like to cum?” she implored. I nodded, hitting my head on the bed frame. “Do you deserve to cum, though? I’ll have to think about that.” She stayed where she was for what felt like hours, but must have been only minutes. “Fine, but don’t say I never did you any favors.” She backed up a few inches and slammed back into my prostate. Again. A third time. She worked up to a steady rhythm, slapping my ass occasionally, like the domme she is.

It’s hard to put into words what a prostate orgasm feels like to a man who has never had one, so I won’t try. Just know that it feels like heaven. I shot my load into the cup she had placed under my cock.

“Ah, you’ve supplied the refreshments. Thank you, kindly,” she said, grabbing the glass and gulping it down. “Can I get a refill?”

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