by Olsen, Brett
Katie pursed her lips. She frowned. She didn't look hurt, exactly. She looked more like she was panicking -- like she couldn't possibly wait that long or she would go crazy. This is an ongoing theme with Katie; when she wants to fuck, that girl wants to fuck. Making her wait can be hazardous to your health.
But it wasn't even light outside!
""Seven," she said, as a counter-offer.
"Eleven-thirty!" I said furiously.
"Seven-thirty," she smiled.
"Eleven," I said miserably. "Ten-thirty?"
Katie changed her mind and smiled viciously.
"Now," she said. Her tongue traced a path around one of my nipples. "You know what day it is?" she asked me.
"Of course I know," I told her, irritated. "Happy anniversary."
"Happy anniversary," she said, her voice rich with invitation. "Did you get me something, baby?"
I frowned. "Of course," I said. "But weren't we talking about going back to sleep?"
Katie pouted. When Katie pouts, the world comes to a halt. Katie traces part of her lineage on her father's side to the Caribbean and to Africa beyond. From those moderately distant relatives, she inherited these irresistible lips, naturally bee-stung and positively munchable. When she pouts, they're almost enough to wake a man from a dead sleep and give him a hard-on. Almost.
But she'd already taken care of the hard-on part, with her hand down the front of my white cotton boxer briefs and her tongue on my nips. I was quite erect. Katie's fingers, gentle as they were, remained insistent as hell.
But I did have a hard-on, so Katie knew she'd basically won. When she conjures that monster, Katie can get me to do almost anything.
And she knew it. So she shamelessly teased me, taking pleasure in knowing she had me in the palm of her hand -- or, at least, she would soon.
She said, "Yes, baby, we were talking about going back to sleep." As she spoke, she rubbed her half-naked body against me, cotton-on-cotton and flesh-on-flesh. "But now we're talking about whether you bought me a present for our anniversary."
"I told you," I said. "Of course I did. Now go back to sleep."
"'Cause I bought you something," Katie said wickedly. "Something good. Daddy's pretty sure you're going to like it."
I tried to shut my eyes and fall back asleep, but Katie was already mounting me, rubbing her cotton-sheathed pussy up against my the front of my stretched, briefs and the swelling boner beyond.
Katie and I never sleep nude. The truth is, we're too hot for each other. I make a lot of noise here about how Katie always wants sex in the morning, but the truth is, I match her boner-for-boner at night. I'm a night person, very much unlike my wife. Katie conks out about eleven at the latest. I get horny around midnight. My open invitation to Katie for sex in her morning -- "Just don't wake me up!" -- goes double for her. She's given me more than an open invitation; she thinks it's hot if I fuck her while she's asleep. And I'm just as likely as her to wake up with a hard-on -- metaphorically speaking, on her part, of course. There have been plenty of times when I couldn't resist playing a little with my sleeping wife, and Katie awakened with me all over her...or didn't awaken at all. Like I said...I've got an open invitation. Katie just wants to hear about it later.
But the problem is, Katie isn't on the pill.
That's why we sleep in cotton. It's just a little bit too easy for a horndog like me to find myself half-awake and horny, barely knowing what we're doing. Early in the relationship -- after we moved in together, that is -- there were nights when Katie and I both slept nude...and awakened to the feel of naked cock in naked pussy. We've talked about her starting the pill, but she's a hippie at heart and hates the idea of hormones. Neither of us really minds condoms, as long as we can wake up enough to put them on. And there's something so fucking hot about how my wife looks in white cotton, sleeping, which is often all that prevents us from going into high-risk land.
Don't get me wrong...it's fucking hot to find yourself half-awake and barebacking in the middle of the night. Sleepy sex is a pleasure, no question about it. But it's much safer if I have to, at the very least, pull a pair of panties down before I enter my wife.
White cotton seems to be key -- something comfortable and comforting, sexy in its way but not overtly provocative. We tried sleeping with Katie in sexy little nighties, see-through and skimpy...but it was all too easy for her sleepy husband (me) to nudge those barely-there panties or that ephemeral nightie to the side when he found himself insensible and atop her in the middle of the night.
Finally, we settled into a routine of sleeping in simple white cotton, which we both find hot...but not too hot. Last night had been no different.
On this very early morning of our anniversary, I was wearing snug white cotton boxer briefs that hugged the front of my boner. Katie wore full-coverage panties, white cotton with girly little hearts all over them, and a white cotton camisole. It cupped her ample tits, which showed through the cotton quite pleasantly, her nipples erect from arousal and plainly on display. Her pussy was damp enough that I could feel its warmth and its moisture through the front of my briefs as she rubbed herself onto my cock. She'd gotten me quickly worked up enough that I'd left a soft wet stain on the front of my shorts. But by the time she called herself "Daddy," I was getting so hard that the tip of my cock stuck just over the white cotton waistband, peeking out insistently.
"Wait," I said, as it struck me what she'd said. "Daddy?"
Katie couldn't resist the sight of my cockhead sticking out just asking to be handled. She pulled down the waistband of my briefs. She slid down under the covers and brought her full, perfect red lips to my cock, warm breath pouring everywhere.
She stopped short, teasing me.
"It isn't even light out," I said helplessly.
Katie went on teasing me. Her mouth didn't make contact. I felt her warm breath all over my cock and 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 and moaned.
"Want Daddy to go get his present for you?"
Now, I was awake.
You see, Katie's kind of experimental, and more than a little kinky. My wife's hands had wandered a few times during blowjobs...or should I say, her fingers had wandered. One of them at a time, only, so far...right up my ass, while I came. It scared me a little at first, but I'd liked it. I'd said I'd be open to "more."
She'd been talking about dominating me. About how hot it would be if I let her be "Daddy."
I'll be your Daddy, with a big hard cock, she said. You'd have to suck it and take it like the good bitch you are. Would you be a good little bitch for Daddy? Would you let Daddy make you his bitch? Would you let Daddy bend you over and put your cute little ass in the air for his big hard dick?
My wife has a mouth like a sailor -- like the kinkiest sailor alive. She's very good at conjuring dirty words in just the right proportion. She'd more than intrigued me. She'd tempted me.
I won't go so far as to say that I'd issued an open invitation, but Katie obviously took it that way.
I'd said, "Maybe."
Maybe I'll be Daddy's bitch. Maybe I'll suck Daddy's cock. Maybe I'll let Daddy bend his bitch over and put it in my ass....
If you take the lead.
Like I said, Katie is very aggressive in bed. But when it comes to being explicitly dominant, she can be kind of shy. I told her if she wanted to bend me over, I was going to need to feel pretty submissive. I knew Katie well enough to think that was a stretch -- if you'll excuse the pun -- to expect her to really take the lead on something like this.
But maybe I didn't know her as well as I thought I did. I thought what she'd do was talk me into that "standing date" to go into the City together and shop for a harness "and see if there's something we like," "when we get around around to it." No pressure, no demands...no obligations.
No promise to "Daddy" to take him up my ass.
In fact, my kind wife said she didn't want me to feel any pressure. But she'd kept bringing it up, and I kept not saying no.
And now, it sounded like she'd gone and done something rash. Our anniversary was going to be a very interesting morning indeed.
I'll admit that while I was very turned on by the idea of Katie with a cock, I was a little more reluctant than she was. The promise of Katie "endowed" and inside me was hot. I'd had her finger up there several times, now, always with her lips around my cock. Each time, I'd just about exploded in pleasure.
But her cock? That was a little bit scary....if hot. Hot enough to wake me up fully.
I gave a sad look at the still-dark windows.
"Still want to wait until eleven-thirty?" Katie said playfully.
She rose from beneath the covers and caressed my chest with her tongue. She kissed her way up her neck to my mouth.
When she found my lips unresponsive and unwilling, she looked me in the eyes. Her rich brown orbs sparkled.
"Aw, did Daddy make you nervous?" she asked.
I gulped.
"You're not actually talking about doing it--now?"
"Uh-huh," Katie smiled wickedly.
"It's not even light out," I said. "You mean...now?"
"Why not?" she said. "It's our anniversary, and I'm horny." She cradled my cock in her hand and whispered in my ear: "I'm always horny in the morning, remember?"
"You don't have to tell me," I said.
"You've got your morning wood," she laughed softly. "How about if Daddy gets his?"
Katie knew I was nervous, and she liked it. It got her hot to push my buttons. Even though Katie, like I said, can be pretty shy about being explicitly dominant, she's got a playful tomboy streak that sometimes goes wild. It makes her hot when she pushes me past where I think she's got the balls to go. Now was one of those times.
Katie tucked my boxer briefs back into place over my throbbing hard-on.
She patted the front of my stretched cotton briefs. It wasn't in a provocative or sexy way...more like an affectionate one.
"At least let me wrap my present," she said.
I gave her a puzzled look.
She smiled. "I didn't wrap it yet because I want you to be able to unwrap it, baby."
I looked at her with fear in my eyes, but Katie could see the excitement.
"Daddy's going to go get his morning boner," she purred. "Promise you won't fall asleep?"
I bit my lip. "Is now the right time?"
Katie rolled her eyes.
"Remember, baby. Daddy thinks mornings are always the right time to fuck. Besides. You're awake, aren't you?" She teased her fingers across my chest. "May as well get something for your troubles."
I had turned very red; I could feel my face, hot with embarrassment.
"I'm a little scared," I admitted.
Katie gave me an affectionate look.
"I'll tell you what, baby. Leave your briefs on if you want, and Daddy will let you keep that tight cherry as long as you want." She smirked. "Or take 'em off, and Daddy will know what you want."
She saw me look a little nervous. I could tell Katie liked that.
She said, "Daddy's going to go wrap his present for you. If you decide you like what you see..." She put lips to my ear, her breath warm and supple and suggestive.
"Then you can unwrap it and give Daddy what he wants."
Her hand tightened on the front of my briefs....and then moved around to my back.
She squeezed my ass gently. She purred at me: "Daddy would really like that." She squeezed my butt much harder and winked at me. "Daddy's dick loves tight little virgin asses."
I squirmed under Katie's firm squeezes. I was fully awake now, and horny. Half of me didn't want to admit how turned on I was by this. It got me hot that Katie had made the leap and bought "us" a strap-on without consulting me on it.
But that scared me, too. What if her cock was too big? My wife is a little bit of a size queen. What if her eyes were bigger than my asshole? I'd never had more than Katie's finger up in there...and that only when I was really turned on. What if I couldn’t even take it?
I smiled shyly and posed just that question.
"I'm scared I won't be able to take Daddy's cock," I told her. "What if he doesn't even fit?"
The second I
called her Daddy, Katie got this look on her face like she was a ravenous wolf.
I said shyly: "I mean...is Daddy big? Is Daddy's cock really big?"
I could tell she loved hearing that. Even more, she loved seeing the reluctant surrender on my face.
"Daddy's huge," my wife said with relish. She teased one finger down into the waistband of my briefs. "If you leave these on, he'll go easy on you. But, baby, I don't mind telling you, if you take them off..." She laughed lightly. "Daddy is huge, that's all I'll tell you. You better be ready before you put that ass in the air. And if you do?" Her eyes flashed. "Then don't you worry, pretty thing. Daddy will make his dick fit in you."
