First Taste of Her Strap

Simone opened the door of her loft apartment and took in the sight of Rosa standing in the hallway, cheeks already flushed under the soft hallway light. At thirty-eight, Simone stood tall and broad-shouldered in a simple black tank that clung to the hard planes of her chest and the thick muscle of her arms, cornrows neat and gleaming against her dark scalp. Rosa, twenty-four, wore a soft blue dress that hugged every curve of her full hips and heavy breasts, wavy blonde hair tumbling loose around her shoulders. Her blue eyes lifted, wide and hungry.

“Come in,” Simone said, voice low and warm. She stepped aside, letting Rosa pass close enough that the younger woman’s perfume mixed with the clean scent of Simone’s skin. The door clicked shut. Rosa turned, biting her lip.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” Rosa admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “About you. About how badly I want you to take over. I’ve never been with a woman before, but I keep imagining submitting to you. Letting you guide me. Please.”

Simone’s mouth curved in a slow, approving smile. She reached out and brushed a knuckle along Rosa’s jaw. “Good girl for saying it out loud. You’re brave. And so fucking beautiful standing there looking at me like that.” The praise landed exactly where Rosa needed it; a visible shiver ran through her curvy frame. Simone guided her deeper into the open living space—exposed brick, low lamps, a long leather couch that dominated the room. Two glasses already waited on the low table, dark red wine poured.

They sat close. Simone handed Rosa a glass, their fingers brushing. The first sip loosened nothing Rosa wasn’t already ready to give; she was clear-eyed, eager, sober enough to feel every pulse of want. Conversation stayed light and teasing at first—Simone asking what Rosa had fantasized about most, Rosa confessing the mental pictures of Simone’s strong hands on her body, of being told she was good while she came apart. Simone listened, eyes dark with heat, occasionally stroking the bare skin of Rosa’s knee, then higher along the soft outer thigh.

“You’re shaking a little,” Simone murmured after a while, setting both glasses aside. She turned fully toward Rosa, one big hand sliding up to cup the side of her neck. “Look at you. Soft and open and already so wet I can smell it. That’s my brave girl. First time with a woman and you’re offering yourself like this. Makes me proud.”

Rosa’s breath hitched. “Please… more. I need more of your voice. Your hands. Tell me what to do.”

Simone stood, drawing Rosa up with her. She crowded close until Rosa’s full breasts pressed against the hard plane of Simone’s torso. Slow, deliberate touches followed—fingertips tracing the neckline of the dress, palms molding the heavy curves of Rosa’s ass through the fabric, a firm squeeze that pulled a soft moan from Rosa’s throat. Simone’s mouth brushed the shell of her ear.

“You’re doing so well already. Listening. Wanting. I’m going to tie those pretty wrists now so you feel how much I mean it. Soft rope. Nothing you can’t get out of if you need to—just enough to make you feel held. Color?”

“Green,” Rosa breathed immediately. “So green. Please.”

Simone retrieved a length of soft black rope from a side table drawer. She took Rosa’s wrists gently, crossing them in front of her body, then wrapping the rope in smooth, practiced loops that bound them together without biting. The knot sat snug against the pulse points. Rosa tested the give and exhaled hard, pupils blown.

“Beautiful,” Simone praised, running a thumb over the rope. “Look at how well you take it. Now turn around and bend over the arm of the couch for me. Dress up. Ass out.”

Rosa moved at once, draping her bound wrists over the far side of the leather, cheek against the cool surface, hips high. Simone flipped the hem of the dress up over Rosa’s back, revealing full, pale cheeks framed by a simple pair of black panties already darkened at the crotch. Simone’s palm settled warm and heavy on one cheek, then the other, kneading possessively.

“These curves,” she murmured. “Thick and soft and perfect under my hand. You’re dripping already, aren’t you? Just from rope and words. Such a good fucking girl.”

The first spank landed firm—open palm cracking across the fullest part of Rosa’s right cheek. Rosa gasped, body jerking, then melting. Simone rubbed the heat in immediately, voice still low and fond. “That’s it. Feel it. I’m going to warm this ass until you’re desperate, and you’re going to take every one because you asked so sweetly to submit.”

Another spank, left cheek. Then a steady rhythm—firm, measured, never cruel, each impact followed by a soothing stroke and a thread of praise. “So pretty turning pink for me. Listen to those little sounds. You’re made for this. First time and already spreading your legs wider like you need it deeper. Brave, eager girl. My good girl.”

Rosa’s thighs trembled. Wetness soaked through the panties, glistening on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. Simone slipped two fingers beneath the fabric, found the slick folds, and stroked once—slow, deliberate—while delivering another sharp spank with her free hand. Rosa cried out, hips pushing back.

“Please,” Rosa begged, voice raw. “Simone—God—more. I need you. Need your fingers, your mouth, whatever you’ll give me. I’m so empty.”

Simone peeled the soaked panties down to mid-thigh, leaving them stretched around Rosa’s legs. She bent, pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the hot, marked skin of one cheek, then stood and cupped Rosa’s dripping cunt fully in her large palm. Two thick fingers slid through the wetness, circling the swollen clit, dipping just inside enough to feel the fluttering heat.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. Clenching around nothing. Look how your body opens for me. First time with a woman and you’re already this desperate on my couch with your wrists tied. I’m so proud of you.” Simone worked her fingers deeper, curling, stroking the front wall while her other hand landed three more firm spanks in quick succession. Rosa sobbed with pleasure, legs shaking hard.

Simone kept the pace steady—praise pouring out between every thrust of her fingers, every affectionate smack. “That’s my girl. Taking it. Getting wetter. You’re going to come on my hand before I even get the strap on you. First orgasm with a woman, and it’s going to be messy and loud because you can’t hold back. I can feel how close you already are.”

Rosa’s bound hands clenched against the leather. Her hips rolled helplessly. Simone leaned over her back, muscular body blanketing the softer one, mouth at Rosa’s ear again while her fingers fucked deeper, thumb circling the clit in tight, relentless pressure.

“Come whenever you need to. No holding. Give it to me. Show me how good it feels to submit.”

The words tipped Rosa over. Her cunt clamped hard around Simone’s fingers as the first orgasm crashed through her—sharp, full-body, a broken cry torn from her throat. Slick flooded Simone’s palm. Rosa kept shaking, still coming in smaller waves while Simone stroked her through it, murmuring constant praise against her damp hair.

“That’s it. Perfect. So fucking perfect. Feel how hard you’re coming for me. My brave, beautiful girl.”

Simone eased her fingers free only when Rosa’s trembling slowed. She brought the glistening hand to Rosa’s mouth. “Clean them. Taste how wet you got for me.”

Rosa licked without hesitation, sucking the thick fingers clean while still bent over, dress hiked, ass pink, rope snug around her wrists. Simone watched, eyes dark with satisfaction and rising hunger, free hand stroking the marked cheeks with slow, possessive warmth.

When the fingers slipped free of Rosa’s mouth, Simone helped her straighten just enough to turn her, still bound, so they faced each other. She cupped Rosa’s flushed face, thumbs brushing the corners of her lips.

“We’re nowhere near done,” Simone said softly, voice full of promise. “That was only the beginning. You’re going to come again—multiple times tonight. And then you’re going to take my strap for the first time while I tell you exactly how good you are at it. But first I want my mouth on this pretty cunt until you’re dripping down my chin.” She kissed Rosa then, deep and claiming, tasting the salt and sweetness of her own arousal on the younger woman’s tongue.

Rosa melted into the kiss, bound wrists trapped between their bodies, every curve pressed tight against Simone’s hard muscle. The air between them stayed thick with heat and unfinished need. Simone’s hands were already sliding the dress higher, thumbs brushing the undersides of Rosa’s heavy breasts, ready to bare more skin, ready to lay her out properly and keep going.

Simone broke the kiss only long enough to peel Rosa’s dress the rest of the way off, tossing it aside so the younger woman’s full breasts spilled free, nipples already tight and flushed. She guided Rosa down onto the wide leather couch, settling her on her back with bound wrists resting above her head. Simone dropped to her knees between those thick thighs, still wearing her tank and jeans, and kept her promise—mouth hot and open over Rosa’s dripping cunt. She licked slow and deep, tongue flat against the swollen clit, then curling inside to taste the fresh slick of that first orgasm. Rosa’s hips jerked; Simone held them down with one strong forearm and hummed approval against the wet flesh.

“Still so sweet,” she murmured between long strokes. “My good girl, already dripping again for me. Just like that. Let me get you ready for the strap.”

Rosa’s thighs trembled around Simone’s head, soft cries spilling out as another wave built fast. Simone pulled back before it crested, wiping her shining chin on the inside of Rosa’s thigh, and stood. She stripped efficiently—tank yanked over cornrows, jeans shoved down to reveal the harness already buckled snug around her hips, thick silicone cock jutting forward, dark and veined and heavy. Rosa’s blue eyes locked on it, lips parting.

“Color?” Simone asked, slicking the dildo with a palmful of lube from the side table, coating every inch until it gleamed.

“Green—fuck, green. Please put it in me.”

Simone climbed over her, muscular body bracketing the softer curves, one knee between Rosa’s spread legs. She lined the blunt head up against those soaked folds and pushed in slow—inch by thick inch—watching Rosa’s face the entire time. The stretch pulled a broken moan from Rosa’s throat; her bound hands clenched above her head as her cunt fluttered and yielded.

“That’s it,” Simone whispered, voice low and steady right against Rosa’s ear as she sank deeper. “Good girl. Look at you taking every bit of this cock like you were made for it. So fucking perfect. Feel how your pussy opens for me—first time with a woman and you’re already so wet and ready. My brave, beautiful girl. Breathe. Take it. You’re doing so well.”

She bottomed out with a deep roll of her hips, the base of the harness pressing flush against Rosa’s clit, and held there, letting the younger woman adjust. Rosa’s walls clenched hard around the thick shaft; her full breasts rose and fell in quick pants. Simone started to move—slow, deliberate thrusts in missionary, pulling almost all the way out before sliding home again, grinding deep so the dildo stroked every sensitive spot inside. One big hand cradled Rosa’s face; the other braced beside her head, muscles flexing in her arms and shoulders with every measured push.

“Perfect,” Simone praised between thrusts, mouth brushing Rosa’s temple, her jaw, the shell of her ear. “Listen to those wet sounds. That’s all you, baby. Soaking my cock already. You’re such a good girl for me—taking it so deep, legs spread wide, wrists tied pretty. I can feel you gripping me. First time and you’re already this hungry. Proud of you. Keep breathing. Let me fuck you slow so you feel every inch.”

Rosa came the second time with a startled cry, cunt pulsing in tight waves around the strap, slick gushing out around the thick base. Simone fucked her straight through it—steady, unhurried strokes that dragged another orgasm right on the heels of the first. Rosa’s eyes flew wide; her body arched hard off the leather as pleasure stacked and broke again, thighs shaking violently.

“Multiple already,” Simone murmured, voice thick with heat and fondness, never breaking rhythm. “That’s my girl. Coming again and again on my cock. First time with a woman and you’re falling apart so beautifully. Keep going. Give me another. You’re so fucking good at this.”

She flipped Rosa onto all fours without pulling out, strong hands rolling those generous hips up and back, bound wrists still crossed under her chest. Simone knelt behind her, one palm spanning the pink, spanked cheeks, and drove deeper—longer thrusts now, the angle letting the thick dildo drag hard over Rosa’s front wall. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the loft. Simone’s free hand cracked down in firm, rhythmic spanks—left cheek, right cheek, the fullest curve of that soft ass—each impact timed to a deep plunge.

“Arch for me. Push back. Good fucking girl. Taking it deeper now. Look how your ass jiggles when I spank you. Perfect. You’re dripping down your thighs. I can feel you getting close again. Come whenever you need. Squirt for me if your body wants it. I’ll catch every drop.”

Rosa’s third orgasm hit like a wave crashing; her arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, face pressed to the leather, sobbing with pleasure. Simone kept thrusting, kept spanking, kept praising in that low, constant stream—“That’s it, baby. Harder. Louder. You’re doing so well. My perfect sub. Feel how full you are. You’re going to soak these sheets for me.”

The fourth one broke her open. Rosa’s cunt seized in a long, rolling clench and then she squirted—hard, clear pulses that sprayed out around the thick cock and splattered across the leather and Simone’s thighs in hot arcs. She cried out Simone’s name, body convulsing, more fluid gushing with every continued thrust. Simone never stopped, hips snapping deep while her palm landed another series of firm spanks on the shaking cheeks, voice never rising above that warm, dominant murmur.

“Fuck yes. There it is. Look at you squirting all over my cock like the good girl you are. First time and you’re flooding the couch. So hot. So proud of you. Keep coming. Ride it out. I’ve got you. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

She fucked Rosa through the last shuddering waves until the younger woman’s arms gave completely and she collapsed flat, still twitching, cunt fluttering weakly around the dildo. Only then did Simone ease out, the thick shaft glistening and dripping. She unbuckled the harness quickly, set it aside, and reached for the soft rope at Rosa’s wrists. The knot came free with a few practiced tugs; Simone massaged the faint marks gently, kissing each pulse point.

She left just long enough to grab a warm damp cloth from the bathroom, then returned and cleaned Rosa with slow, careful strokes—between her thighs, over the pink spanked skin of her ass, up across her soft belly and heavy breasts. Rosa lay boneless and glowing, wavy blonde hair stuck to her damp cheeks, blue eyes half-lidded and soft.

Simone stretched out behind her on the wide couch, pulling the curvy body back against her hard chest, one muscular arm draped over Rosa’s waist, the other stroking lazily through her hair. She pressed kisses to the nape of Rosa’s neck, voice still low and full of praise.

“You submitted so beautifully tonight. First time with a woman and you took everything I gave you—rope, spanking, my mouth, my cock—and came so many times. Squirted so hard for me. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My good, brave girl. Rest now. I’ve got you.”

Rosa turned in the circle of those strong arms, tucking her face against Simone’s collarbone, full breasts pressed soft to hard muscle. She was still trembling faintly, thoroughly fucked and glowing with it. After a long quiet minute she spoke, voice shy and small against Simone’s skin.

“When… when can we do it again?”

Simone smiled into her hair, already turning the next night over in her mind—longer rope work, maybe the bigger strap, edge her for an hour before letting her squirt again, teach her to ride until her thighs burned. She stroked Rosa’s back in slow circles and answered warm against her ear.

“Soon, baby. Real soon. I’m already planning it.”