Morning Wood

So I had a call recently that was a lot of fun. A client called straight from bed one morning. He had that delicious sleepy voice and I asked him if he still had his morning wood. To my delight, he answered that he did. When I asked him what he was interested in, he said forced feminization and strap-on play.

I told him, “Great! Get your ass out of bed and make me breakfast. Eggs and sausage. In heels and the red frilly apron and nothing else.”

He ran off to the kitchen and I got out my morning wood, strapped it on, and admired the effect of the black rubber jutting out from the folds of my silk kimono.

I went to the stove and harassed him a bit, caressing his bare ass. He gasped and moaned so beautifully.

“Pour me some coffee with cream, and bring a stick of butter with you.” I told him.

He brought my coffee and knew exactly what to do with the butter. He applied to to my morning wood.

“Better butter me up good boy, or this breakfast sausage is going to split you open.”

So he was a good boy and buttered it up good, then gave it a taste, and moaned.

I asked him if he liked how my cock tasted and he said he did.

I told him to bend over so I could butter him up and he did so, sighing softly, and held himself open for me. I ran the stick of butter along the cleft of his ass and with my free hand took hold of his bobbing cock.

“Whose cock is this?” I asked him.

“Your cock, Mistress,” He moaned artfully in his bedroom voice.

“And your ass?”

“Yours, Mistress, if it pleases you.”

“Good. Now get up on that table, boy, and hold your knees to your chest.”

I took his ass, and I owned it and he writhed and moaned so beautifully impaled on my strap-on. I did a countdown for him and when I reached “one” his orgasm was loud and long and profoundly satisfying.

It was a great way for both of us to start our day.

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