People like me don’t change. We just tell ourselves “just this once” each time we break our own self-imposed rules for who we fuck and how we fuck them. The thing about this was it wasn’t supposed to go this far. But he asked to be my plaything, and I was bored, maybe even a little curious. A woman’s gotta eat and when a tasty morsel presents itself, well, there’s no turning back is there?
Thomas was my excuse this time. He was 32 to my 21. A bit soft in the gut with a patchy beard when he didn’t shave, and lived with his parents so he could finally finish his degree. I kept a carefully regimented workout schedule and diet, sculpting my body to a strong vessel with which to satisfy my every whim. My day job allowed me to live comfortably and as such I liked to provide myself with pleasurable company, and provide others with the domination they didn’t even know they wanted. Coincidentally I called myself a lesbian, but anyone close to me knew how much I enjoyed the challenge of turning a “man’s man” into a submissive mess under my boot.
Here’s where Thomas comes in to the picture. We all know those gay bars that can turn into a cesspool of lonely straight men hoping to fish out the straight girl at the bachelorette party only to blindly hit on the gayest woman in the room, and the one I hung out in was no exception. I had a thing for the owner and she kept me coming back for more than just the cheap booze. Anyway, Thomas caught my eye as something a bit more… promising than the usual male fare. Thomas had this indescribable charm about his fragile mask of masculine confidence that barely covered the easily-corrupted submissive part of his nature, and it grabbed my interest as soon as I laid eyes on him. His type never can pick up on the standard aposematic warning colors us dykes wear, so he approached me at my seat with all the confidence of a bull moose facing off a diesel locomotive. That is to say he put on a good show but I could hear the nerves and saw that awe-struck little look up an down when he uttered his first words to me.
My only thought as he asked me to dance was that he’d look good in a ball gag, or maybe a leather collar. Or maybe just my hand wrapped around his neck. On the dance floor, bass rattling my bones from my toes to my teeth, he got all close and cozy. His cologne smelled nice, a little strong and definitely cheap but he knew what worked for him. Clever.
My brain kicked back online when his hand found my ass and mine went straight to his crotch in response. Thomas had the fear of god in his eyes. The sexy kind of fear that riles me up and makes my tongue silver to anyone’s ears. I watched his pupils get all dark as I purred like a tomcat to him.
“Be careful what you wish for, little man, this pussy bites.”
It’d be a lie if I said the sound he made just then didn’t turn me on. He had nowhere else to go but closer to me. I left my hand where it was, firmly reminding him who was in charge from time to time as the song carried on, the crowd gyrating around us. His short stature made it easy for me to stare him in the eyes, daring him to beg for mercy. But he didn’t. He whispered in my ear, just over the music.
“Take me home and show me just how hard you bite.”
Ah. Catch of the day folks, let’s get started. Thomas was exactly what I was waiting for that night. Weak, desperate, eager to please. And take him home I did. My apartment had a spacious living area, while my bedroom was mostly taken up by a king-sized bed and a more-than-modest wardrobe full of steel and leather. More the merrier, am I right? I knew what I wanted from Thomas, he just had to tell me he wanted to give it to me. The way he moaned when I pushed him against my front door after I locked it was all the answer I needed.
He was admittedly a wonderful kisser. Soft lips, a little stubble, sloppy. But that wasn’t all we are here for is it? I made sure my end of the deal was crystal clear. His chest was swiftly against the wall, eliciting another moan from him. I snaked a hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his cock again. He felt thick and hot in my hand, unexpectedly so. I was going to enjoy him. His ass ground into my own crotch. Begging for me. He was trying to get himself off, haphazardly humping my fist. I squeezed him hard enough for him to yelp and quit moving.
“Ah-ah, did I say you could do that?” I dragged my teeth on his jaw.
“N-no…”
I pinched his earlobe lightly in my teeth and he gasped.
“You’ll be calling me Daddy for the rest of the evening, am I understood?” He arched his back which made his ass press into me again.
“Yes, Daddy I understand,” his moans were delicious.
“Good boy. Now what is it that you want, hmm?”
“I want you to fuck me Daddy, m-make me yours,” Thomas whined. I let my free hand move from his hip to his throat and tilted his head to the side so I could leave some hickeys on his neck. I groped his ass, and pushed my fingers between his legs with the aim to tease his asshole but I found the hard circular base of a buttplug instead.
“Oh? What’s this, a naughty little surprise for me?” I pushed on it through his pants and he whimpered.
“You dirty little thing, I can’t wait to dick you down like you deserve you little slut,” the discovery was quite surprising. Normally my male subs weren’t that…adventurous, especially for our first encounter. It’d been so long since I got to use my strap on a man. How exciting.
“Yes Daddy I want you to fuck my hole,”
“Well why didn’t you say so,” I growled and spun him around to kiss him some more. He didn’t deserve a dick in his ass yet. I’d make him work for it, make me cum a few times before he got to.
When I got tired of sucking face with him in my living room I pushed him towards my bedroom and indicated he should probably lose the clothes if I was going to fulfill his request. He disrobed to his boxers, cock pitching a tent.
I ordered him to kneel at my feet and pushed his face into my denim-clad crotch. His hair wound nicely between my fingers while he breathed in my scent.
“You want a taste, little man?” I pulled his hair roughly so he looked up at me with big eyes.
“Yes, I do,” he stammered.
“Yes, whom,” I demanded, baring my teeth, and pulling his hair back to expose his throat.
“Yes Daddy I wanna taste you p-please!” The delicious sound of his eagerness went straight to my pussy, making me wetter.
“Good. Stay.”
I stripped off my jeans, and let my button-up drape open to expose my bra and abs, then sat down on the edge of my bed with my ankle crossed over my knee. He watched me all the while, awaiting my next command. I made him wait for a minute or two; let him take in my body. I watched him, calculating exactly what I could do to him before he tapped out.
“Come here and lick my pussy,” I said finally, spreading my legs wide for him and he crawled over on his hands and knees. With great reverence he clutched a knee and kissed my thigh with an open mouth. He kissed and licked up my inner thigh, worshiping my skin with his tongue.
His body pushed my thighs wider and he rose up to his knees to kiss my belly. He even grazed his teeth along the ridges of my abs. The feeling of his hands caressing and gripping my bare waist nearly made me lose control; I let my head fall back with pleasure. But I was getting a little impatient so I guided his face down to my crotch, feeling his cool breath on my wet pussy. Like a french kiss, he met my center with an open mouth. He let a hand linger on my waist while he used the other to spread my lips for better access to my clit. The skill with which he licked and sucked my pussy left me breathless. Normally men like him needed so much guidance to give me any pleasure. I gripped his hair as leverage to roll my hips into his face. His tongue moved against my swollen clit hard.
“That’s it suck my clit like a good boy,” I encouraged, “Use your hand too,”
He dutifully added his forefinger, and pumped in and out of me carefully in rhythm with his ministrations to my clit.
“Fuck yeah that’s good, I want more,” my moans were kind of pathetic at this point, but he was going to make me cum just like I wanted. His land left my waist but I grabbed it tightly.
“You don’t touch yourself until I say you can, little man,”
He nodded, mouth still on my pussy.
“Make me cum and I might play nice, Thomas,”
He added another finger and moved faster. My hips ground into his face and I pulled his hair hard but he kept going. I cursed and encouraged him to finger-fuck me harder, rapidly approaching climax. I came hard in his mouth, keeping his head between my legs until my body unclenched and I lay back on the bed. He was certainly working hard to earn the honor of getting fucked. A good pussy eater gets the mail-order dick hard.
Thomas was knelt on the floor still, my juices dripping off his chin. He had a stuporous look on his face, cute almost. I felt myself smile and bit my lip.
“Stand up and get rid of your boxers” I said.
He stood up, and did as he was told. His cock was swollen and red, desperate for release. It bounced against his thigh when he tossed his underwear away.
“Get on the bed, face down and on your knees”
“Yes Daddy,” he said, eagerly crawling up the matress. He looked fantastic, ass in the air. The base of his buttplug nestled between his cheeks like a seed in a peach.
I stood up and went to retrieve the strap-on. Thomas would be begging to cum by the time I was done with him. I selected an 8-inch dildo and cinched up the steel buckles of the harness. Warming the bottle of lube in my hands, I scooted up behind him.
“Good little man, stretching himself for Daddy’s cock,” I hooked my fingers under the rim of the plug enough to lift it away from his skin a bit. He made a muffled noise into the bedspread. Slowly, I pulled more of it out. It wasn’t enormous by any means but told me all I needed to know about his desires. The wide part passed through his ass, making him moan and arch his back, then it was all the way out. I tossed it on the bed out of the way and drizzled some lube on my fingers. Carefully, I inserted two into his hole to spread the lube. He hissed at the cold liquid. One can never quite get the lube warm enough, but I liked when they jumped a little.
“Come on I’m ready, please just fuck me,” he whined.
My palm met his ass with a smack. He moaned and squirmed.
“You’ve got to stop forgetting who you’re addressing, little man, or I’m going to have to punish you,” I warned, kneading the flesh of his ass cheek.
“Do that again, Daddy,” he moaned again, softer this time. Ohh I liked that. I spanked him again, leaving a red mark. The sound he made was pathetic. Needy, desperate. I lined up the shaft of my strap and made a few teasing strokes through the lube pooling between the soft curves of his ass. Thomas tried to back into it and I shoved his shoulders down.
“What do you say, little man,” I said in a sing-song voice, teasing his asshole with my thumb.
“Hhnnnggg Daddy please fuck me,” he whimpered, reaching a hand to touch my thigh.
“That’s a good boy,” I said as my cock slid into his ass smoothly and slowly. He moaned at the stretch. With a steady rhythm, I began pounding in and out of him. He was already a grovelling mess beneath me but he wouldn’t cum for a little while longer. My hips snapped against his ass, the sound of flesh colliding music to my ears. I braced my hands on his prostrated shoulders, arching his back in a way that must have been uncomfortable but his ecstatic sounds let me know he wasn’t having any problems.
Then I pulled him up roughly by his hair so his back was against my chest. He panted and moaned desperately in response to the new angle my dick was pounding into him at. Dropping one hand to his throat, the other to his dick, I bit his shoulder, leaving dark marks that I licked and sucked to sooth the pain. He gripped my arm around his throat and tried to brace himself on my thigh as we moved in tandem, the silicone shaft bottoming out with each thrust. My fist gripped his cock firmly around it’s base, holding him off a little while longer. If I timed it all right, he’d experience an earth-shattering orgasm. But he’d have to work for it. I slowed my movements and took my hand off his throbbing cock.
“Mmmff Daddy why’d you stop I’m so close please,” he whined, trying to move, but the position we were in left him helpless.
“I wanna see your face when you cum for me, little man, can you do that for Daddy?” I pushed him away and stripped off my bra. He was knelt on the bed breathing heavily, cock swollen and leaking. A sight to see. I lay back against the pillows and gestured for him to come here.
“Ride this dick,” I commanded.
“Yes Daddy,” he said eagerly climbing on top and guiding himself back onto the strap. The base of it rested on my clit, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
“Go on,” I said, placing my hands on his thighs. He looked so nice, flustered and sweaty with his hairy thighs wrapped around me. When he moved, it was slow and deliberate. The angle was different, but when he rocked back he gasped as the girth of the strap rubbed against his prostate. I encouraged him to ride me harder by pulling the flesh on his hips. He obligingly picked up speed, and rested two hands on my torso for leverage. The based of the strap ground on my clit, making me bite my lip. I kept my grip on his hips as he rode me, sneaking my hand to his dick and jerking him off again.
“Cum for me, Thomas, go ahead,” I said.
“Fuck I’m -,” he screwed his eyes shut and his body stiffened. I felt his cock twitch in my hand as he orgasmed. Ropes of cum splashed my abs and chest. The look on his face was ecstatic as his body spasmed and twitched with his fading climax. He looked at me with hooded, pleasure-drunk eyes and pulled himself off the strap, then sat back on his knees between my legs. My pussy was throbbing, needing release again. The last bits of cum dripped from the head of his cock. I unbuckled the strap and he helped remove it from my waist. We were both a bit out of breath.
“Thank you Daddy, I haven’t cum like that in ages,” he said shyly.
“Mmm you’re welcome,” I purred with a sultry smile, “You’ve been a good boy, now you get to clean up this mess you made all over my tits, baby.”
“Oh um -”
“Lick it off.”
He blushed and bent his head immediately, running his tongue up the stripe of blonde hair below my navel and along my abs. He lapped up little splashes of his own cum that were in the lines of my abs, then up my chest between my tits. Without prompting, he sucked and bit them, playing with my nipples. I sighed a little at the sensation. I needed to cum again, as soon as possible.
I grabbed his face and pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him roughly. Using my strength to my advantage I flipped us over and ground my pussy down on his thigh. He made a strangled sound and groped at my tits.
“Ah-ah, look but don’t touch baby, I’m gonna fuck you till I cum some more. You’re gonna keep – unnnhhh,” I bit out between moans. I was closer than I thought. “You’re gonna keep your hands off and I might let you cum again if I get what I want.”
He just nodded; his cock was useless and soft still. My leg nudged his balls as I humped his thigh, making him gasp slightly. I ran my hands down his chest, dragging my short nails on his skin. He arched his back when I pinched a nipple.
“Good boy,” I moaned with a crooked smile, “You like this huh, being used as a fuck toy? Watching me get off on you?”
“God yes,” he responded in a hoarse voice. I could tell he was trying so hard not to touch me. He had a white-knuckled grip on the blanket.
Climax snuck up on me that time while I fucked his thigh like a horny teenager. I moaned loudly and all but collapsed down on his body as my hips moved involuntarily. Thomas just watched me ride it out, not daring touch me without my permission. Smart man.
I noticed his cock had finally started to wake up again. This man was full of surprises, and surprisingly good stamina.
“I’m gonna use your cock like a dildo to fill up my pussy,” I played with my clit teasingly, “Fuck myself with you until I cum and you have to keep your hands off until I say so, baby,” As I talked I scooted up to straddle his waist. I could feel his dick stiffening at my words; it twitched against my ass. Thomas’s face was already getting desperate.
“You want me to fuck you now, my little slut?” He watched my hand on my clit and nodded. Eager.
“Use your words.”
“Y-yes please, Daddy, I wanna be your fuck toy,” he whimpered and tugged on the sheets.
“Good boy,” I sighed. Raising my hips, I guided his cock forward against his belly and stroked up the shaft with my wet pussy. He wasn’t quite hard enough to satisfy me yet plus it was fun to watch his face while I teased him mercilessly.
“Mmm that feels so good I might not even put it inside me,” I moaned.
“Please, let me feel you around me come on Daddy,” he whined. His hands leapt to my waist and I snatched them, pinning them to the bed over his head. With one hand I grabbed his throat, adding some pressure to his jugular.
“Ohhh that wasn’t very clever of you,” I growled in his face, “what did I tell you just now?”
“To not touch you until you say,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry, Daddy, please -,”
“That’s right. Don’t forget it again,” I rolled my hips again, gliding my center over his cock slowly. He arched his back and groaned. My strength overwhelmed his, and he could not get his hands out of my grip. I kissed his neck and jaw to get him more riled up. If this was really going to be fun, he had to be at the end of his chain.
Not willing to let him “win” just yet I kept teasing him. Licking and biting his neck, grinding my pussy on his cock until he struggled against my hands pinning his to the bed and then stopping to kiss him softly on the mouth with a wicked grin. It was working exactly as I planned. He’d already cum once so he was quite sensitive but would not cum fast, my teasing was making him frustrated. This was getting fun.
“Ugh come on j-just put my cock inside you already, please Daddy, I want it,” he begged through clenched teeth.
“Hmmm, I think I’ve changed my mind. I want to fuck your face, little man,” I said coyly, crawling up his torso. He made a slightly disappointed whine but licked his lips with anticipation. He shimmied down as I moved to straddle his head.
I wound my fingers in his hair and said, “The same rules apply, hands off until I say so.”
“Yes Daddy,” he responded. I could feel his hot breath on my soaking wet center. I lowered myself down and his mouth met my pussy eagerly. Having already cum once, I was sensitive and his tongue on my clit made me shiver. Thomas’s arms were still splayed on the bed, loosely gripping the bedspread while he worked. Before long I was riding his face hard. His tongue slipped inside me, and he sucked my clit like a good fuck toy.
“That’s a good boy, yeah, right there,” I moaned while he ate. The familiar heat of orgasm filled my belly. I leaned back and braced one hand on his chest, pulling his hair with the other.
“Mmm I’m close, touch me now,” I purred. His hands flew to my hips and slid up to my tits. He palmed them and continued stroking my body. It allowed him to gain some leverage so I rolled my hips against his face, fucking myself with his mouth. When I came, I lurched forward and squeezed his head between my thighs. His arms were clinging to my waist when I released him. I rolled off him and flopped on my back on the bed. He was breathing hard, and I saw that he had cum too.
“Damn,” Thomas panted, “You didn’t even have to touch me to make me cum!”
“Daddy’s pussy’s that good huh,” I said with a smirk. Reaching to the side table, I grabbed a handful of tissues and tossed them to him so he could clean himself up. He looked a little worn out; aftercare was gonna have to be good for him.
“C’mere, give me a kiss,” I gestured for him. He rolled over and I dragged him down to my mouth by his shoulders. I could taste myself on his lips, a guilty pleasure I had when I kissed my subs. Kissing him felt pleasantly comfortable. Don’t get me wrong, talking trash to him and making him beg for me really gets my rocks off but this big bad Daddy ain’t heartless. A little tenderness after is always nice. I’d make him waffles for breakfast if he wanted to stay the night. Then make him suck my clit some more.
After making out all lazy and sloppy, he scooted down and lay his dead on my chest. A big arm draped over my belly told me he wasn’t going anywhere for at least 2 hours.
“You gonna take a nap?” I said, rubbing his back. That bite mark was gonna bruise. Nice.
“Mmmhmmm, if you’ll have me,” he mumbled sleepily.
“I’ll make ya breakfast. Can’t let you leave without another fuck though, little man,” I reached over to squeeze his ass. He didn’t say anything, just made a content noise into my chest. We both drifted off to sleep, bodies keeping each other warm. I dreamed of beautiful women with luscious pussies dripping nectar on my tongue.
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