sexstories.com

Introduction:

My first time being dominated

Through some of my other stories, I’ve been pretty clear about the fact that I like to be dominated by women. It’s actually been kind of hard to manage, because I’m a big guy, standing 6’2’’ and weighing 230. I’ve got a naturally domineering presence, and most of the women I’ve been with want me to use that on them. Occasionally I’ve ran into a woman like my wife’s friend Sherrie and now my wife that likes to give orders, but for the most part its been the other way around. But at least I know where my desire to be dominated comes from. It’s a story that I’ve never told, but I think it’s a hot one and it deserves to be told. This story, actually, is what brought about most of the fetishes I have in adult life.

The summer of my tenth year was an interesting one for me anyway, it was the year that I became sexually active, but that’s another story. I’ve started that one several times, but it’s been too hard for me to write. Not that it was traumatic, it was just very personal. I’d spent that summer being babysat by the elderly lady across the road—and her six year old granddaughter—because mom and dad were both working a lot of overtime. But when summer ended, my normal baby setter got busy, so my thirteen year old cousin Kristy agreed that she would watch my during the afternoon while our parents were all still at work.

Kristy was a freshman in high school that year. I’d had a crush on her for years, but who would admit that about their cousin? She was older, had a thin waist, but big tits and a nice thick ass. And she was very pretty. She went on to letter in cheerleading, making the varsity squad in football and basketball all four years of high school. She cheered one year at a D-I college, before getting knocked up by a bench warmer on the basketball team and ended up dropping out. But at ten years old, she was as close to a goddess as I had ever seen.

The bus dropped us off at her house, and we ran inside for a quick snack. I don’t remember what it was or what we talked about, but I do remember that the air conditioner had her nipples rock hard. I could see them pressed against her t-shirt. As we talked and laughed, her tits bounced I could feel myself getting hard. After we finished, she turned some cartoons on in the living room and went to take a shower. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I lay on the couch and dreamed of going in to help her. After several minutes she came back wearing a knee length t-shirt, like a lot of girls wore to bed back then.

“Wanna watch an R rated movie?” she asked. Of course this was back in the day when parents still didn’t let their children watch that sort of thing. “Mom and dad forgot to take their movies back to the video store.”

I said yes, and then excused myself to the restroom, trying my best to hide my boner. I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet, wishing it away. That was when my eyes were drawn to the laundry hamper in the corner. Quietly I got up and shuffled over to it. I lifted the lid, and there inside was the t-shirt and jeans Kristy had worn to school that day. Rolled up in the jeans were a pair of blue and white University of Kentucky panties. Nervously I lifted them to my face, and for the first time in my life I caught the smell of pussy. Without even thinking I grabbed my little cock and beat it until I cam all over the bathroom door. When I was finished I tried to put everything back the way it had been, and cleaned my mess up. Then I waited a moment for the last of my boner to fade, flushed the toilet and went back to the living room.

Kristy had laid two pillows in the floor in front of the TV. A Jungle Juice sat next to one, and a glass of soda sat next to the other. She was already laying down watching the previews, and I had a great view up her t-shirt of her upper thigh. Before my cock could even begin to get hard again I plopped down next to her.

“Easy big fella,” she said, joking punching me in the arm. “If we spill a drink in here my mom will KILL us!”

“Sorry,” I said. “What are we watching?”

“Indecent Proposal,” she told me. I’d heard of it. The sex scene with Demi Moore was all of the talk with the prepubescent boys, most of whom had probably never seen it. Suddenly, I realized, I was going to be the first. Kristy was the greatest baby setter every!

We got as far as that scene with Demi and Woody Harrilson, when I realized Kristy was watching me. I blushed, even though I knew she couldn’t see the hardon I was hiding beneath my body.

“What?” I asked sheepishly.

“You’re too little to watch this,” she said, pausing it right at the point that Woody goes own on Demi.

“No I’m not!”

“Like you know anything about sex,” she came back.

“I’ve had sex!”

“With who?”

“With Brandy from next door!”

“That little girl?” she laughed. “You wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy.”

To this day I don’t know if she was planning what happened, or if it was all fate. She reached over to start tickling me, and instinctively I jumped back. When I did, it brought my hard on into full view. She stared at me for a moment, shocked.

“I want to see it,” she told me. “I’ve never seen a little boy’s cock.”

“I’m not a little boy!”

“Then prove it,” she said. When I didn’t move, she reached over and undid the snap of my shorts, then reached down into my tightie-whities and pulled my cock out. She kind of smiled and laughed. “I guess you aren’t a little boy are you?”

“I told you.”

“So you really had sex with that little girl next door?” As she asked, she started to slowly rub up and down my shaft. “Did you like it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did she have hair on her pussy?”

“No,” I managed.

“You want to see one that does?”

“Yes.”

She released my cock and then swung her legs around to face me. She pulled her t-shirt up enough that I could see the lime green panties that she was wearing. Kristy grabbed my hands and pulled them up to her waste. I took the top of her panties and she raised her hips to let me pull them down. To say she was hairy would be an understatement. To this day I’ve never seen a pussy as hairy as hers. I could already smell her familiar odor drifting up to me.

“Eat it,” she said.

“What?”

“Eat my pussy.”

“I don’t know—“

Kristy grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face down into her hairy crotch. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I stuck my tongue out and apparently hit the right spot because her whole body tenses. I licked all around, up and down until I found the spot that made her moan, and then I focused all of my attention on that. I’m not sure how long I licked her pussy, but she cam several times, and my face was soaking wet. Finally she let me up for air.

“You’re pretty good,” she said. “But I wanna see what else you’re good at.” She rolled over on her hands and knees and raised her ass in the air. “Now I want you to eat my ass.”
The thought immediately disgusted me, but when I looked down at her thick, firm ass right in front of me, it felt natural. I spread her cheeks and started licking her ass hole. She moaned some more and started rubbing her pussy. I ran my tongue from her pussy to her ass hole and back down. My cock felt like it was going to explode until she finally leaned forward against the couch and sighed.

“You wanna fuck me in the ass?” she asked

“Please.”

“Sorry, I don’t do that,” she said, rolling back over. “But I’ll let you titty fuck me.” She pulled her shirt up, exposing her large breasts. She stared at me and rubbed her nipples. “Are you going to do it or what?”

I had no idea what titty fucking was, I’d never even heard of it, but when she spread her tits and I slid my cock in between them, I caught on pretty fast. Every time I thrust forward, she leaned down and licked the head of my dick.

“Its so cute,” she said in between licks. “You don’t even have hair on your balls yet.”

I guess she could tell when I was about to cum, because she grabbed me by the balls and pulled my cock up to her mouth. She sucked me dry, to the point that my legs finally gave out and I fell to the ground beside her.

“If you ever tell anyone, I’ll kill you,” she whispered, and then kissed me on the lips. It was my first real kiss, and it was a hot one. “Lets clean up before mom and dad get home.”

She led me to the shower, where we both quickly washed ourselves. When we were about done, she looked at me and smiled. She raised one foot up to the rim of them tube, and put one hand behind my head, pushing me back down on her. More familiar with what I was doing this time, I found that spot right away and at once she was moaning. This time I slid a finger up into her and she almost screamed.

I licked her until she was finished. When she was done she kissed me again, and we had to hurry and get dressed.

---