“I love your lingerie!” Mika* said from behind me, making her sweet voice loud enough to hear over the spanking station in full swing to our left. We were strangers, standing in a hallway at the autumnal gathering of an it’s-so-elite-I-can’t-name-it sex society I belong to—a masquerade in a luxurious two-floor penthouse, as per usual. I was canvasing the place in a green-gemmed mask, lingerie, and (ya know, just) a big dildo-dick, on the hunt for my bestie Samantha*, who’d come to the party as my platonic plus one but disappeared moments earlier.
“Thanks, it’s actually a strap-on!” I replied, turning around to reveal my shaft and discover the most beautiful girl in the room looking back at me, her storybook eyes wide and wanting.
“My bad.” Mika said sarcastically. “I didn’t see your big, swingin’ dick there!” We looked down, then back at each other, busting out laughing. I even forgot about my Find Samantha Mission for a moment, distracted by Mika’s…everything. She was 5’9” (just like me) with long, brown hair, curves for days, and a sheer strappy set doing wild things to my imagination.
I wasn’t sure if she could tell, but this was my first time “whipping it out,” and I was equal parts nervous and excited. I’d owned my strap-on for over a year but somehow had never put it to use—truly odd because I do legal sex work for fun. Hell, you should’ve seen me just a few hours earlier working up the courage to put the thing on! Still feeling shy when we first arrived, Samantha and I had made a deal to motivate each others’…liberation: “Alright,” she said, in all sincerity. “When you put your dick on, I’ll take my top off.” Now that’s friendship.
Eventually, Sam and I worked up the courage to do just that and—wow, oh wow, is it fun putting a dick on. When I buckled the final clasp on my leather strap and snapped my purple cock into place, I looked in the mirror and gasped. I felt like a Goddess, soft and strong, yet also wild—like a masculine beast wielding an entirely new power between my legs.
Feeling vulnerable and titillated, I pushed myself to walk alone to the bar at the other end of the penthouse. What a rush! I could sense the attention of the men in tuxedos around me—some threatened, others intrigued by my queerness on display—and I could feel the last remnants of my Recovering-Catholic inner good girl floating away with each smack of my dick against my thighs as I walked. (LMAO! What a strange sensation.)
“So have you gotten to use your strap-on on anyone yet tonight?” Mika asked, beaming me back to the present moment.
When I told her I hadn’t, she immediately volunteered as tribute (her words), and I assured her I’d be back to take her up on that just as soon as I found Samantha. These parties are really safe, but, ya know, the buddy system, so I left to get back on the hunt.
Aaand two minutes later I facepalmed myself. What am I doing?! Samantha’s a big girl—she’s probably just getting fucked, I thought. Now go get the girl! I turned on my heels, running to find Mika.
“Hey,” I said to her, breathless. “You’re freaking gorgeous. I would love to fuck you, if you were serious before.” (I love how direct you can be at a sex party).
She laughed as I drooled over her perfectly-imperfect teeth and smile.
“Yes, I was serious. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
Oh, fuck, I purred. She’s subby!
I could’ve pounced on her right then and there, but being the Earth angel she is, Mika offered to help me find Samantha first and I think I fell in love (a beauty queen who also cares?!). I grabbed her hand, showing her I was a leader, and we checked the first room down the hall. No Sam there, just a hot-ass bisexual pile including a famous model and a combined 24-pack of abs (casual).
It wasn’t me, a strap-on, and her, I realized. It was just me f*cking her, period.
We kept searching, room after room, and each time I’d look over my shoulder I couldn’t believe the sexy bambi on my arm. I was about to say: Fuck it, let’s just use the next bed we see, when finally we found Samantha! She was in heaven, knee deep in a mostly-femme orgy in one of the corner bedrooms—I’d actually looked there before but didn’t see her beneath the large Frenchman fucking her brains out. Luckily, there happened to be just enough room for two more on the California King….
“What do you need me to do, Mommy?” Mika asked.
“Actually, I like when you call me Daddy, babygirl. Does that work for you?”
“Oh, yes Daddy! Just tell me exactly what to do.”
“Do you like being told you’re a good girl?” I whispered in her ear while brushing her hair aside.
Mika chuckled, then composed herself and coyishly replied, “Very much so.”
I grabbed her pretty face and kissed her, melting right in like we’d done this a hundred times before. Her lips were big and soft, and our tongues made fast friends. I pulled away ever so slightly, telling her what a good girl she was being already.
“Now go get us a condom from the bowl, baby,” I ordered while finding the lube and vibrator I’d brought in my purse.
“Here you go, Daddy,” She said a moment later, handing me a condom with the club’s branding on it. And then she just stood there, watching like an obedient doll as I rolled a rubber on my dick for the very first time.
“Thaaank you, baby. Now be good for Daddy and get on the bed. Open your legs for me.”
Somehow she got even prettier lying down, and the five other bodies in the bed blurred from my periphery. I only saw Mika as I crawled on top of her, dipping my head to kiss her again. Holy shit. Kissing her felt like swimming in healing waters—my spirit rejuvenating by merging momentarily with hers. It was honestly trippy, especially having just met the girl, and something I’ve never experienced with a man.
“May I touch you to warm you up for my cock, baby?” I asked, kissing down her neck.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
I leaned back on my knees and pushed her legs further open, getting a good look at her.
“What a perfect pussy!” I exclaimed, pumping some lube into my hands. “Let’s get you all oiled up for Daddy.”
As I gently massaged her mound—then her lips, then that divot on either side of her opening where there’s no bone and you can press on the inside from the outside—her juices multiplied. I took her titties in my mouth, sucking back and forth on her pierced nipples until she suddenly climaxed. I was enjoying every second of revving babygirl up and helping her relax open for me, but it was time for insertion—I didn’t want to wait any longer to be inside her.
“You’re nice and wet, babygirl. Do you feel ready to take it? Do you still want to get fucked?” I wanted to be sure she was enthusiastic, especially since she came once already.
“Yes, please, Daddy! I want you to take me.”
Just then, Samantha joined in, taking over Mika’s nipple play. It felt surprisingly chill having my best friend hooking up parallel to me with a hot girl conduit in between. I grabbed Mika’s waist and pulled myself up until the tip of my cock was at her opening, then, using my hand, I helped guide myself in.
I swear I was feeling what “my” cock was touching inside her. And since I have a pussy too, I knew exactly how to ease my way past her walls.
“Ahhh—I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I yelled, certain I was having both a male and female orgasm.
“Ugh!” She let out when I made it all the way in.
“Thaaat’s it. Good girl! You’re taking it so well, baby,” I said, absolutely dripping from my own hole. This new, physical dominance and ability to penetrate was all working very well for me.
I reached for my small toy, garnering even more respect for tops with cocks as I endeavored to hold my own weight, give it to her good, and position my vibrator on my clit.
“I’m right here, baby. Daddy’s here,” I said, thrusting in and out of her, bouncing my clit against my vibrator on each exit. I was simply saying to her what I wish I could hear from any of my Daddies, and we were both going crazy for it. I grabbed all her flesh—her belly, her juicy hips and ass—using it like a handle to pound her as I clicked my toy up one notch. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe.”
It wasn’t me, a strap-on, and her, I realized. It was just me fucking her, period. Like I was now one with my mock cock and really inside her. This realization screamed louder and louder in my head as flashes of live cocks cumming in pussies rolled through my mind until I was convinced I was about to fill her up with my own jizz and I had to let go:
“Ahhh—I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I yelled, certain I was having both a male and female orgasm. I’ve never felt anything like it—to be in her and the euphoric ether at once was next level. Somewhere halfway through my minute-long scream, I heard Mika blast off in her second O to join me. Perfect timing.
We floated back to reality together, landing softly in a cuddle puddle with all our ass, hips, and titties for cushioning.
“You’re magic!” she uttered between our gentle, post-coital kisses.
I certainly felt magical, and I did not want to pull out of her (I get it now, guys), but eventually it was time to go. We cleaned ourselves up, giggling throughout the process, and promised to stay in touch, writing our numbers on a piece of paper.
And, ahem, the epilogue to my story with Mika (since I love you so much, dear reader), is that we did stay in touch…and, FYI, our sex has only gotten hotter. But I’ll leave that to your imagination…for now.
*Names have been changed.
GG Sauvage is a writer and all-around artist on a mission to f*ck shame away and empower people with self-love. She designed The Sexiest Deck Alive: Erotic Oracle Cards to Turn You On & Help You Turn the Corner, co-hosts the Basic Witches podcast, and wrote the audio drama Sex and the Synchronicity. See her work at Refinery29, Vogue Italia, Vulture, CollegeHumor, and WhoHaHa, and check out her website for more!
