Ladies Come First

Ladies Come First

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This story is submitted for the 2025 April Fool's Contest.

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"Sur-pri-ezz!"

The drawn-out, whispered word in Devon's ear came as he heard a snapping noise near his right hand. He went to sit up only to realize his hand was shackled to the headboard.

"What the fuck, Suze. What's going on?"

"I've got you right where I want you, that's what's going on," she giggled.

"Hey, let me loose."

"Uh-uh. Now, if you know what's good for you, you'll let me do the other hand."

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because I'm sure you'll like what I've planned for you."

"What's that?"

"Hon, what's today?"

"Saturday."

"No, I mean the date."

"The first."

"Of?"

"April...oh, I get it. Is this some kind of an April Fools thing?"

"Maybe. I certainly had to fool you to get this far. And you'd be a huge fool not to let me do the other hand."

"And if I don't?"

"You'll miss out on a wonderful night that I've planned for you...and me, for that matter."

"Oh, well, I guess I'm screwed."

"Oh, Honey, you don't know how screwed you'll be when I'm done with you," she giggled as she took his left hand and snapped it with another padded handcuff to the headboard.

Devon and Suzanne had been together for nearly a year. They quickly developed a nice relationship which featured good sex, no, make that great sex, traveling together and a passion for trivia contests at the local bars. They were even contemplating the 'big step' in the not-too-distant future. On this particular evening, she had lured him to bed in their darkened bedroom, peeled off his shirt and quickly trapped his hand in the carefully hidden handcuff.

Once both hands were tied up, she hopped out of bed, turned up the light dimmer and faced him with her hands loosely on her hips.

"Tonight, I'm in charge. Got that? What I say, goes."

"Uh, shouldn't there be a safe word?"

"No safe word but there will be a safe phrase and you have to guess what it is."

"But what if I really need you to stop and I don't know the phrase?"

"Well, that's why the first part of tonight's activities will be your guessing it. I'll give some clues. The first one is that it's three words."

"I love you? I want you? Uh, down to fuck?"

"Nice ideas but no, not correct. Maybe you should think about me instead of you."

"Uh, You are hot? You are beautiful? You're so sexy?"

"Thank you, but still not there. Let me give you a clue. Here, off with your clothes."

She went up to him and pulled off his shoes, pants and boxers until he was completely naked on the bed. His cock was already semirigid.

"Now, what little thing do you do whenever we have sex, well, it's a big thing for me?"

"I, uh, we usually do a lot of foreplay before we get to the main attraction."

"Yeah, you're getting warm."

"Uh, well, I use my fingers or tongue to get you off, sometimes."

"I'd say more like almost every time."

"OK, well, shit. A three-word phrase, huh?"

"Uh-huh. Can you think of another word for getting off?"

"Orgasm? Come?"

"There you go. See? Easy."

"Which one?"

"That's for you to decide," she giggled.

"Hmm, orgasm in a three-word phrase...Can't think of one."

"What about the other?"

"Come? Uh...Come to Jesus?"

"That's sick! Who would ever use that as a safe word?"

"You're right. Uh, come, come, uh...Oh, I've got it! Ladies come first!"

"Bingo! And the winner is Devon. Devon, come on down and receive your prize. Oops, you can't because you're tied down," she laughed.

"So, if I want everything to stop immediately, all I have to do is say 'Ladies come first' and you'll stop and untie me?"

"Yep. I promise."

"Ladies come first!"

She immediately grabbed a tiny key from the bedside table and went to unlock the handcuffs.

"No, wait. Wait. I was just testing you. I trust you and am willing to see what you've planned. Leave me like I am and let's see what you've got."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Honey, I love you so much. You have no idea how good it makes me feel. Now, relax back. Since 'ladies come first,' I think I'll just do that."

"What?! Now?"

"Sure. A little me time, maybe. And all you can do is lie there and watch. You wanna watch, don't you, Dev?"

"Well..."

"I know you do. And you know why?"

"Uh-uh."

"You definitely need to clear your browser history, Hon. Really, all those sites of girls playing sexual solitaire and flicking the bean. It seems like that's all you've been looking at lately."

"Well, uh..."

"I looked at some of them.

Igetmyselfoff

and

Girlsjill

seem to be your favorites. They are, aren't they?"

"I, uh, I guess."

"Good boy! You're being truthful and for that, you'll get a chance to see me get myself off right here in my bedroom."

"Suze, you've gotta let me go. I don't think I could stand it watching you and not participate."

"Nope! I'm going to have some fun right here. So, raise up your head a little and I'll put a couple of pillows there. Now you'll be able to watch easier."

"No...!"

"Yes! Now what will I do first? Oh! I need to take my clothes off."

She slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, pulled out the tails and dropped it to the floor. A most sexy bra which barely covered her nipples remained.

"Like my new bra, Dev? It's so thin I can feel my nips right through the cloth," she whispered in a low, sexy voice as she looked at him in the eye as if daring him to look at her breasts. Once she saw him look down, she dragged her fingers over both nipples and began to play with herself. "Mmm, feels pretty good. Maybe I'll let you try someday," she giggled.

Though she was no runway model, Devon always thought she was very attractive. He wasn't a breast man per se but did appreciate she had nice ones. And he loved her flat tummy which led down to an amazing, sexy cooch.

"You're killing me here."

"Honey, as the old saying goes, 'You ain't seen nothin' yet'. Now, what should I do for the next step, hmm? How about my skirt?"

"You're in charge."

"Oh, you got that right. Now, let's see...skirt or panties? Skirt or panties?" She teased him by flipping up the front of her skirt to show him her matching panties with the same tissue-thin cloth seen on her bra. After a minute or so, she knelt on the bed, teased the zipper down over her hip and let the skirt fall to her knees.

She was so sexy and beautiful. Devon couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her and he desperately wanted to reach over to her, pull her to him and rip off those flimsy garments. But it was not to be.

After arranging a few pillows for herself up against the footboard of the bed, Suzanne stretched out facing him with her legs spread wide and over his with her cooch right in front of him. There was no way he could avoid seeing her while she played with herself. She relaxed back and let her fingers stroke her nipples once again. He could tell she was enjoying herself. Whenever she was getting into sex, her breathing would pick up as did her pulse, which he could see in her neck. And she was certainly enjoying herself but there was nothing he could do but watch. Oh, how he wanted to clear his snorkel but his hands remained tied.

"Suze, you're killing me here."

"No, not yet, I'm not. Now, try to be a little quieter while I fantasize about the sexy plumber who's going to come over and pull off his tight T-shirt exposing his six-pack before he gets busy taking care of

my

plumbing."

After a few minutes of her lightly stroking her nipples, she reached around and unsnapped the bra. Rather than take it off, she left it in place and slipped her fingers under it to rub her nipples out of his view.

"No fair!"

"All's fair in love and war, Hon," she grinned. A short time later, she reached one hand down her belly and over her mound. He could see her finger run down into her cleft until it reached a certain spot where she let it rest before starting to rub up and down. After he could see the beginnings of a wet spot in her gusset, she pulled the finger up to her mouth.

"Mmm, tasty. Might need to get some more." She pulled the front of the panties down, slipped her hand underneath and began to rub anew, driving him crazy. Here was his wildest fantasy right in front of him and he couldn't do a thing, he couldn't even

see

for sure what she was doing.

When he looked back up at her face, he realized she was no longer looking at him. Her eyes were closed and her forehead was furrowed. She was getting into it! This was no fake like how probably most of the girls on those websites acted. No, this was the real McCoy.

"Uh, Hon, I can't see you."

She promptly opened her eyes and looked at him. "Honey, if I'm going to polish my pearl, do you really think I'm going to pay you any attention?"

"But if you take your panties off, we can both enjoy it."

"I'm enjoying it perfectly fine," she said as she withdrew her fingers and licked them sensuously, "And I don't think you're in charge here at all. If you make too much noise, I might need to go into the living room and leave you here all alone and you'll never see it."

"OK! OK, you win."

"Thank you. Now, where was I?" She pulled her bra off, slid the panties down her legs and lay there facing him with her legs spread, draped over his. "Oh, I think I was working on my clit. That's right. Can you see it from there, Honey?"

"Yes! And it's killing me."

"No, it's not and you love it. Now, be quiet while I go back to my plumber."

For the next several minutes he lay there watching her gently roll her clit in little circles with two straightened fingers. Her breath got faster, the pulse in her neck picked up and she developed a telltale blush on her chest, a rash which told him she was getting near. And it was soooo damn sexy.

Right as he was thinking she would come, she cracked open her eyes, looked at him with a sly grin and brought her other hand to her crotch. Her one hand continued to rub her clit in circles while the middle finger of the second curled at the opening and slid in. Now she was rubbing herself on the outside and using her finger on the inside. He knew how she liked a finger inside her from when he would go down on her and he figured this was a similar action.

As her hands went faster and faster, he saw her back start to arch up slightly, her legs began quivering and the splotchy rash spread across her entire upper chest. She was getting close! Oh, how he wanted her to come so she'd let him free and he could attack her and have an orgasm himself.

"Ooooh, sooo niiice, sooo niiice," slipped from her lips as her back arched up even more. And right as he thought she would never come, she exploded. Her body gyrated on the bed, loud groans of release and cries to God and Jesus echoed through the room. Her fingers continued their assault on her as she rode her orgasm for like what seemed forever. Eventually, her body collapsed back on the bed as she gulped for air and shivered slightly. After an interminable wait, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Phew, I haven't had one like that in some little while."

"What about last weekend," he asked with a wounded voice.

"Oh, Sweetheart, that was great, but being in full control, teasing yourself and edging, well, wow, it's hard to beat that for simple orgasmic release."

"Glad you liked it. Now are you going to undo me?"

"Now? I hardly think so. The night is still young and I've not teased you nearly enough."

"But it was painful watching you like that!"

"As the old saying goes...The best is yet to come. Get it? The best is yet to

come

!"

"Yes, I get it," he groaned at her pun.

"Hmm, let's see. I could work on you a little, but I still feel like I need some more O's first. Don't you agree?"

"I'm hardly in a position to argue."

"You're right about that, Dev. Hmm, I know. I fancy a little oral!" she exclaimed as she sat up next to him.

Devon was pleased and excited. 'Sixty-nine,' he thought. He'd be getting a BJ! His cock had gotten hard during her masturbation and he wanted her to take care of him in the worst way. His hopes were raised when she reached over, stroked him lightly and gave him one deep slurp. But when she stopped and sat up again, he looked in her eyes and could tell she was up to something.

"Let's see. If I put my knees beside your head, I should be able to get some tongue action from you, right?"

"Sure, Hon, and maybe you could do a little with me at the same time?" he said with hope in his voice.

"No, I'm thinking I want your tongue without the hassle of taking care of you. With sixty-nine, I get distracted and forget to take care of you or worse, take care of you and lose my orgasm. Nah, tonight it's all about me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like...this," she said as she straddled his face while she faced the wall and held onto the headboard. "I expect some tongue action now, Honey, and make it good."

Devon was both frustrated and excited; frustrated he could do nothing to get off but excited to see her lips come closer and closer to him as she lowered herself. He loved looking at her lips and her clit as it swelled near the top of her slit. In his mind, her lips were perfect in size and shape. And her clit would swell nicely when she was aroused. He reached out with his tongue and gently licked, only to realize she shivered with excitement.

"Harder."

He made his tongue tense up when he laid the next stroke across her clit and heard a soft, satisfied sigh.

'Now, you just lie there and hold your tongue nice and stiff like it is. Don't try to get fancy, I just wanna hard tongue to rub one out on."

"You want wha...?"

Before he could finish, she dropped herself back down on him and his tongue. The smell was all Suzanne and the taste was his favorite. He kept his tongue as stiff as possible as she began to gyrate on it, using him simply as a sex toy. Her hips moved forward and backward, dragging her clit over his tongue. A few times he would change the direction of his tongue to caress the side of her clit but it was clear she wanted it front and center.

"Quit trying to be cute. You gotta keep it right there."

"Ung, uh kay."

"What was that, Honey?" she asked as she pulled up.

"Uh, OK."

"Good, glad it's OK. And you're OK? I'm not smothering you?"

"Uh, uh."

"Good. Now back to work."

Once she buckled down and worked hard at rubbing herself on his tongue, she started moaning quickly, a sign she was getting excited again. He forced himself to keep his tongue rigid while she used him until he, and she, were rewarded when she experienced her next climax of the night. After calling to the heavens, she began to drop onto him, causing him to panic slightly. He coughed, which seemed to get her attention.

"Oh, sorry. Too much?"

"A little. Couldn't breathe there for a second."

"Don't want that. I still need you for the next round," she said as she slid off him.

"Next round? Jesus, Suze, a guy can only take so much."

"Do ladies come first?"

"Well..."

"Not yet, huh?"

"No, I guess not, but remember, you've gotten off twice and I'm still, uh, well, still congested."

"OK, I have just the answer, but first I need a drink. You?"

"Yeah, some water, maybe."

"OK, water for you and a glass of wine for me."

"Wait. Do you still have that scotch I brought over a few months ago?"

"Sure. Want some?"

"Yeah, a little swallow, please."

She scampered out of the room, returned a few minutes later and sat next to him on the bed. "Here, take a few sips." After he finished a shot glass and she had some wine, she turned to him. "How's your night been so far, Honey?"

"Uh, different, that's for sure."

"Fun?"

"Yeah, kinda, but you've got me so horny."

"Good, 'cause I still need you hard as a rock."

"Aren't you going to let me loose?"

"Ladies come first?"

"Well, maybe not yet, I guess."

"Good. Now, let me get your friend a little harder since he seems to have wilted slightly during our break."

And finally, finally she leaned over him and dropped her lips to him. She never was one to deep throat, which was fine by him, but she did have wonderful lips and a tongue to die for. Devon was so happy to realize he was ultimately going to come after all her teasing. Within a few seconds, she was bobbing up and down on him, letting her tongue lick right below his crown, his favorite. And right when he was starting to move towards an orgasm of his own, she pulled back and looked down at him with a smile.

"Now that I've got your attention, I think I'll use this erection for what it was intended. Here, wait a second..."

She scooted over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled something out, palming it in her hand. "Now, I'm going to climb on top and ride you for all it's worth."

"Jesus, Suze, you've gotta be kidding! This is torture!"

"Uh-huh, I guess it is, but I'm in charge, so relax and let me get on top."

She straddled him, grabbed his cock and rubbed it between her lips before sliding down on him with a deep, guttural sigh. "Sooo nice."

She pulled up again and dropped once more before looking at him in the eye. "I want a little more tonight and this is what I'm gonna do. While I fuck you, I'm going to use my little friend here on my clit."

"Suze, no! I can't stand it anymore."

"Ladies come first?"

"Promise you won't torture me too much?"

"I promise, and you just might like it."

"OK," he said with a resigned sigh as his head dropped back to the pillows.

He heard a soft hum as she rose above him before he felt some faint vibrations near the shaft of his penis. As she dropped down, he looked to see she was holding a small vibrator right over her clit as she rode him. He was seeing her for the second time that night openly masturbate. There had been times when he believed she might be rubbing herself when they did doggy style but this had been blatant. And way, way more exciting. He had to close his eyes for fear of coming too soon. After all, ladies come first, right?

After only a few minutes of her riding him, she called out in the throes of yet another orgasm. Any control he had up to that point disappeared as he lunged up, driving himself into her as he spilled multiple squirts deep inside.

After she collapsed on him, he wanted so much to hold her, stroke her, hug her and kiss her. But he wasn't sure what her plan had been, so he kept quiet except to say sweet nothings into her ear. She stirred, shivered a little and looked at him.

"That was, that was incredible, Hon, fuckin' incredible."

"Glad you liked it but remember, I didn't do anything but lie here."

"I know, but being totally in charge with you having no control, well, it was fun for a change."

"Glad you liked it."

"I don't know, but I had planned for one more little thing."

"With me still handcuffed?"

"Yeah. Up for it?"

"You're the boss."

"Oh, goodie," she squealed with apparent, new-found energy. "Now, for this, remember, I'm in charge and if it is too much, 'Ladies come...'."

"First. I know."

"OK, let me at this guy. And look, he's still half-hard." She dropped her mouth down to him and began to lick and suck him with renewed vigor. Devon had been so over-stimulated for so long it didn't take much time for him to reach the crest of another orgasm. Right as he was ready to blow, she squeezed the base of his penis until the urge had gone, then she resumed the whole process all over again. And again. And again.

He lost track of how many times she teased him right to the edge before backing off. His body screamed for release yet was denied time and time again. After an unknown number of times, his tongue betrayed him and he croaked out "Ladies come first!" Two licks later and with vigorous pumping on his shaft, he exploded, pumping out more jizz than he thought possible while groaning in final release.