Sex with a Strap On - An Erotic Story

In this you-and-her queer couple story, early morning cookies inspire a quickie using a strap-on for the first time. This is a fresh baked style of kitchen sex…

Icing on The Cookies.

I woke up one morning to the smell of fresh baking. I stretched under the sheets, feeling the sudden tightness between my legs. I had been waiting for the perfect moment to use the new strap-on we had bought and my mind was wandering to thoughts of putting it on. Perhaps some early morning pleasure would be the perfect time.

I climb out of bed and slip on my briefs. I grab the strap on and pack it in the front. The feeling of the strap against my bare skin turned me on. I dont put any other clothes on as I walk out into the kitchen. I see my partner by the oven, carefully kneading the dough for gingerbread cookies. Her back is turned to me as she works the dough with her strong hands and long fingers.

I stand there for a moment taking in her beauty and muscular physique. I step behind her and place my hand on her neck. I hear her gasp as I push the strap against her back. She turns her head and I see a smile creep onto her face as she understands my intentions. I start kissing her neck as she reaches her hand around to the back of my neck. Her fingers run through my hair and give a slight tug, causing me to moan. I start pulling down her pants and underwear so I can tease her.

"Focus on your cookies", I tell her. "I'm going to make the icing", I smirk. I hear her giggle as she tries to keep kneading the dough. I trail kisses and nibbles down her legs, feeling her start to squirm.

"You're such a tease", she moans. I take my fingers and lightly brush against her clit. Then I go back to kissing up and down her legs. Every time I come back to rub her clit, more and more of her sweet juices are flowing. "I can't take it anymore", she cries. "I need you to fuck me"

I tease her just a little more with my fingers before taking out the strap. I gently rub the tip against her clit and opening. Finally, I slowly slide the full length of the strap inside her. She moans. I take my time.

Fully sliding the strap out and then back in until she's taken the whole length. She starts grinding her hips against me, showing me that she needs more. So I give it to her.

I start thrusting deep and hard. I reach my hand around to the front and gently stroke her clit. The kitchen is filled with our moans as she reaches closer to climax. I quicken my pace and send her over the edge. Her body quivers and shakes as she reaches orgasm. I hold her up as her knees grow weak from the pleasure. Her body continues to pulse as the strap is still inside her and my fingers gently stroke her clit.

Finally, her body relaxes. I pull out and she turns around. I put my fingers up to my mouth and suck the juices off of them. I smirk at her and say, "the icing is ready".

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