A new realization of control and submission

She was about 26 years old. She was an intellectually adept woman who was grew up in so-called normal circumstances and had the usual amount and style of interpersonal relationships and childhood experiences. She grew up the eldest daughter of two with capable, respectable parents who loved her. To meet her meant meeting someone pleasant, polite and aware of her social surroundings. However, growing deep inside through high school and her 2 years in college and beyond were fragmented pieces of tension building and creating frustration in her most personal relationships. Always the confident person, she began fantasizing more and more she about being in control of those around her, particularly in sexual situations. She pieced together that these fantasies and the growing frustration she was feeling in her relationships were connected. She wondered how deep this growing identity within herself went and how far she would explore it to feel satisfied. She had no definitive conclusions, just questions, suspicions and fantasies. But that was about to change.

Samantha was about 5-7 tall, had light brown, confident eyes and medium brown straight hair grown generously to the middle of her back. She had fair, creamy white skin that contrasted with her darker hair and eyes. Her hair was kept styled and healthy. She was neat, organized and usually calm under pressure. She gave the impression she was a woman who would do well in business with her new clothes, kept hair and focused demeanor. She was not overweight but had some extra padding in her hips and ass pushing them out exaggerated by her tight waist and displaying an overall curvy, eye catching figure. Her shoulders and chest were thin which were slightly disproportionate to her sumptuous hips and butt. Her breasts were ample but not heavy. They were not perfect, but mature so that she looked like a sexy, developed woman. She liked her body and that was what she figured meant most to her. She was not a naive skin tight adolescent. She also wasn’t really the kind of girl routinely in barely any clothes men would identify immediately as a sex toy. She was the kind of under-the-radar girl people suspected had more going on in her mind than she lead on, and when she was out with friends or even just shopping, her ample, sometimes pushed up breasts, sexy curvy figure, and no-smile confidence were often more likely to intimidate than draw an objectifying fan club. In her adult life, she was sometimes so confident appearing and down to business she was sometimes suspected or accused of being a lesbian.

When two strangers catch eye contact and hold it long enough for them to realize they’re curiously drawn in about something, that is the first step toward a relationship that can turn into something life altering. She saw him from down the isle in a generic grocery store; an ironic place to meet someone who might bring intense experience and satisfaction to your life. As she paid direct but superficial attention to him, watching him mill over the tags on frozen dinners she first noticed his face. He had handsome features with light colored, focused eyes, and about the same age as her, roughly. His body was lean and athletic and his dress casual but trendy. She wondered to herself if she could be attracted to him.

She gave up fantasizing and redirected her focus to the items on her to-buy list. Before Sam noticed Brad though, he had first noticed her for those reasons that men usually first notice women. His eye was caught at first by the sexy curves of her body – the way the thin cotton of her warm-up pants clung to her hips and the ripe curve of her ass cheeks, and the way her hair thinly shrouded the curves of her chest as it laid lazily across her shoulders. Before he knew he’d get caught staring he returned to his business. When he was done picking out what he wanted for dinner for the next couple of nights he turned to head down the isle. Spontaneously he decided to head down toward Sam. As he walked, he gazed in her general direction hoping to catch a more solid view of her. Feeling his approach, she turned to face the on comer and caught his eye already pondering making her acquaintance. Chemistry. What causes it? Most of us don’t know, but it made him say hello without a thought.

Though their sexual identities were different from each other it could be said that both of their sexual backgrounds were pretty similar. Both had had long relationships, though she tended to get out when her inner fires weren’t being met quicker than he did. Both were deeply sexual, so much so that neither had experienced their full sexual potential with another partner. What they really had in common is that they were both by mainstream society’s standards deviant, indulging in private sexual fantasies realized by nature of their being frequent masturbators indulging in and craving the taboo seeking stronger and stronger sensations. That subject material is what makes their fantasies stand out. She felt she wanted to force her desires on and into the people around her with how she wanted them to feel pleasure. She thought about anyone that would make a good candidate to perform against their usual will. Her neighbors husbands and sometimes their wives had been the subject of her fantasies, partly of course because they were a couple. Or she’d go as far as to think of spreading the minds and legs of their curious sons or daughters and then force their parents to enjoy the outcome. She would skillfully indulge in her desire to be felt, propelling them with new delicious experiences of their own hidden or undiscovered desires.

Even if some fantasies would forever remain just that, happening upon the people around her, she often dreamt about what it would be like to get a reaction from them as she seduced their thoughts and then their bodies with kinkiness. Some sexual acts in various forms gave way after indulging in fantasies of people being subjected to her viewpoint of their purposefulness, or just because the deviance of a particular act felt satisfying. The fantasy of the taboo portions of dominance embellished how deeply she could bend their will. As she found her mind discovering and bathing in these rich, dark places, she racked her body against them melting in her own desires, often times cumming. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t or even didn’t feel love and even sympathy for people. She genuinely liked and respected certain people. She generally wasn’t manipulative or deceitful. It was just that her inner urges made her feel that imposing on people had such a compelling sexual appeal.

He also had thoughts about domination, equal in intensity and ability to indulge in the taboo and the secretive. Ironically though his experience was from a point of view that was almost polar opposite. His were about experiencing the mind of the dominant one. His were about the submission of spreading his own mind and body. Brad was a confident, generally happy, typical strongly heterosexual male. Though he craved the experience of submission and being in those vulnerable, tantalizing positions, he had no inate stomach or attraction for males. He didn’t find men sexually appealing so he didn’t ever pay any mind to men. The only exception he could muster on his own that would make him stir involving other men was if he were forced into it -then he could probably indulge in a fantasy about being forced to experience parts of like anatomy, but it definitely could only stem from his desire for experiencing someone’s will for him. That is the nature of submission. The rest of his most intense, private and taboo thoughts, revolved mostly around acts that indulged in sexual intensity. He wasn’t fully satisfied enough to simply have his cock sucked, or fuck pussy and cum. He wanted a deeper connection with the thoughts of his partner. He felt that he needed to feel her desire as intimately as possible without actually being her. That sounded appealing. With some men, having his cock cum fast because she is fingering his ass was fun and far enough. For Brad, he wanted more than just the physical sensation. He wanted her inside him, penetrating him, putting her will into him. He wanted her to control him by forcing herself onto and into his body. He wanted her will and he wanted to submit to it as completely as possible.

When Brad was 14 he would come home from school alone in the house until his siblings or parents came home. One day boredom combined with strongly growing imagination and lust he decided to see what items his parents might be hiding in their own undisclosed parts of their room. Before long he discovered his mother’s vibrator – a cock shaped toy about 6 inches long sitting next to ky lubricant in her night stand. He also found various magazines and videos none of which had any particularly noteworthy title… except for one – a bestiality video. To many the bestiality video would have made the curious mind come to a sexual halt. For Brad however, this was one of the first beginnings he would encounter on a path to deep cravings for experimenting the taboo. He found that he came intensely to fantasies about hungry eyes cast down on him, being spread and feeling the dog’s cock. Often with this new toy sunk into his butt he would crave for the women in the video and the magazines to find him and share their experiences with him.

One other day when Brad came home looking forward to some time spent indulging in fantasy and shooting his cum he decided he had the courage to feel their own dog’s cock. He contemplated it for a short time before ushering the dog into a room and stripping down his clothes. Nervousness and tension filled his mind and body, but he began to experiment despite it. Before his sessions with the dog were over he’d collected the experience of making the cock hard and failing on a couple occasions to penetrate the dog’s asshole. It wasn’t much of a start.

The impracticality of finding another person (and animal) to share this corner of his mind with seemed unrealistic. After all at 14 there were other new and sweet indulgences to get involved in. From then on, he usually dismissed the very taboo fantasies and rarely did the subject matter make its way into his relationships. However, the thoughts were there – the thoughts about taboo of course, but mostly of submitting to it. It was lingering in the back of his mind and surfacing when he had time alone to think, wonder and indulge.

As an adult Brad was a teddy bear. He was stylish with his designer clothes, solid social instincts and spiky hair, but a thoughtful and sensitive streak ran through him that sometimes belied his outgoing appearance. He wasn’t a huge playboy though he attracted his share of female admirers. He preferred quality over quantity though when it came to many things including women and sex. He’d been in and out of many relationships in his life, some more emotional than others, some more taboo than others. He’d even experimented with acts that would appear to be submissive type positions with some girlfriends, but the chemistry to truly indulge the way he wanted to was never fully there with anyone at this point. He was curious and fate would soon have its day.

Being a professional, he knew how to carry himself. He drifted right toward Sam and before she knew what to think lifted a hand toward her and from a smile the words came, I’m Brad. Sam, she replied with less of a smile, but holding his casual gaze none the less. You make a quick entrance Brad, was her first reply, shaking his hand loosely. You feel confident do you? Yes, he said. Not sure what else to say to the cold response. He just gave in to raw curiosity and held her eyes in his for a moment, then relented to some relevant small talk to try to gauge her some more. Soon she didn’t know whether she would rather part and not risk getting into a situation she wished she wasn’t in or give in to her curiosity.

Soon she decided she wanted to go about her business. Somehow he seemed pretty interested in her and she almost felt she needed to be rude as a response for his uninvited intrusion, taking up her time. You know she finally said, I need to go. Is that ok with you? Surprised even at her own behavior, he reeled for a moment, but still hanging onto the fact that he was still curious and that she hadn’t walked away. Rejection for males from attractive females typically is hard felt and does not go unnoticed. She was curt, but didn’t seem to be rejecting him outright so he didn’t feel hurt yet. He was just naturally interested and felt calm enough to see where it would lead. If she flatly left him hanging, then that would be something else of course. He was a guy which meant some usual predictability, but he wasn’t dim and he wasn’t without dignity. Still feeling some level of curiosity, she reached into her purse and roughly pulled out a pen and paper… scribbling her number and name… She looked at him with a bit of suspicion and simply said ‘here’, and walked off to the rest of her evening. Hmm he thought as he dared to stop and watch her walk away. That was different…

The next morning, a Saturday, he woke from a long night of good sleep after a night of chatting about fantasies online, masturbating and cumming. He suddenly remembered again the curious encounter he had yesterday in the grocery store. After a couple more moments of going over the encounter in his mind he wondered if she’d be the dominant someone he’d fantasized about before… someone who would engage his senses with confidence and control. I wonder what I would need to do to make her happy. Remembering the sultry shape of her body, he speculated about what she was like in intimate moments and explicit visions passed in his mind under the presumption of surrendering to this imposing woman. His cock swelled to a heavy weight between his legs fantasizing. He nearly gave in to the sensation of wanting to masturbate but instead realized he could grasp the phone number off the night stand and attempt a call.

Practically inaudible she muttered out hello…? Brad paused, all the blood rushing back from his cock back into his brain, realizing he’s being too eager. Uhm, he finally got out… Hi it’s me Brad. I met you in the grocery store yesterday. Her eyes widened slightly. She too went to bed by herself dreaming about the roles of sexual potential partners. She knew she was abrupt and not warm to him, so she figured if he was calling already he somehow must have liked it. Her mind paused at the thought of a potential slot for him in a void she’d been looking to fill. She figured this call was her game however and she maintained her composure. What, she said, half genuinely annoyed and half glad that he was annoying her. Aren’t you a little eager Brad? She paused to listen to him feel awkward for a moment. Ok, enough please she finally said. Listen, I’m sleeping Brad. I have your number in my caller ID. I’ll think about calling you later she concluded. Wanting to test the fate of the situation, she decided to ratchet the tone a little. If I do and you don’t answer, you’ll never get another call from me again. Understand? Yes he said. Her face relaxed, then she had a question. Brad, what in the fuck are you doing calling me first thing in the morning? Don’t you like to give girls a little time to wonder? Well, he said… pause… normally, was all he could say without giving too much away about his true curiosity. She paused too… obviously something is different if not weird. Ok, she said. Bye. Curious… she thought.

Sam became busy with work and her regular social life and a week soon passed. Brad periodically thought about calling to follow up on this interesting stranger. He wondered why she hadn’t called, or maybe she did and he missed the call… The more time passed the more he became worried about the missed opportunity at something different, maybe even important. She hadn’t forgotten, but she hadn’t called either. Her reasoning was this. She knew he had more than idle curiosity and also thought something important might be waiting. She needed to test that theory. She wanted him to wait. If he remembered, worried, savored, even pained over her not calling, then she would be more inclined to give him a chance.

One night after work, resting her body on her bed, the curious stranger crossed her mind and she picked up her phone and sifted through her drawer for the scrap of paper she wrote his number down on. Let’s see what comes of this she said. Brad’s phone rang catching him sitting by himself watching some tv in some comfortable clothes. He didn’t recognize the number, but after about given up hope on the sultry bitch from the grocery store, he was open to anything. Hello, he said confidently. Hi, she said. It’s Samantha. Waiting for his response, he stirred in his seat and said, Hi! I’ve been hoping you’d finally call. You have, have you she said? Yes he said… That gave her the opportunity to find out more about why Brad seemed possibly interested in her.

After a good half hour or so of chit chat, getting to know each other and feeling each other out for any red flags that cancel furthering the friendship, she also had developed a sense for Brad’s basic personality. His reactions to her questions and statements revealed confidence, adeptness, but also respect and genuineness. He was capable of catching the nuances of her wording and meaning, revealing his ability and desire to socially relate. She found out that Brad was worried that he missed her call and that for some reason he felt he should obey her wish to not be communicated with if he had. Sam knew that was the right response. Ok, she announced as if coming to an important conclusion. You can see me again. This obviously was not the usual response someone gave to the idea of continuing a relationship and she knew it. It was what she wanted to say though from her true nature and perspective and if he responded positively, she knew she was on a path she could be interested in. Great, he replied with a smile on his face, genuinely happy, his mind stirring also noting her business-like conclusion. The smile shone through to her ears and her mind. She smiled back. She paused to take in his reaction. Hmm, she looked at the clock. Why don’t you come over. Before he could respond, she said, but I’ll go ahead and give you a little warning… if you’re fucked up in the head, you’ll think you need to call the police yourself. Make sense? Ok. he laughed. I… he started. She interrupted with starting to give directions. When he got it down she repeated the proposition. I want you to come over to my place. I don’t want to go to your place, and I don’t want to go out. Cool? Sounds good. I can’t wait to see you Brad said. She smiled and said, me too.

She hung up the phone and Brad began to gather himself for the unknown. She undressed to get ready to change her clothes into something… else. She looked at her body in her full length mirror. She looked over her appearance, tossed her hair seductively and checked out her legs, her hips and her tits. Feeling the moment and potential she reached up and pulled her nipples hard straight out from her chest and felt her clit get a hot tingle. She looked down at her pussy and wondered what he’d do if he told her to beg to be able to look at it, to be demeaned for it. She turned, crossed her legs and looked over her shoulder at her round, full ass. She reached down with one hand and spread one cheek from the other. She wondered then how far beneath her dirtiest hole he’d put himself to be able to cum. She smiled a warm smile at the possibility of things. I’m going to dominate him she spoke out loud. She paused for a moment listening to the ring over her own voice resonate the reality in her head. She then decided to walk over to her closet where she kept a black tool bag. In this bag was where she kept sex toys and other interesting things. She reached inside thoughtfully tossing her fingers over the contents taking a rough inventory. She saw and lightly fingered a strap on she had, leftover from a hot bisexual relationship she’d had with a party friend in college… a thick buttplug, a double ended cock, some scarves, lubricant and a couple DVD’s. She closed the bag and left it on the bed and continued to dress.

With a cautious but open mind and a crotch warming need to feel something new, intense, even deep, he got in his car and navigated to her apartment door. She opened it. She had decided on a black silky top with no bra, so the sheer material would massage her nipples, teasing her and him. She had on tight black stretch pants over a thin pair of thong underwear – no socks, no shoes and her hair brushed and let down. The lighting was dim, but he could tell quickly that she was dressed for comfort, if not for pleasure… He didn’t dare stare for fear of getting himself ousted before anything had time to go anywhere. Who knows, he thought unassumingly as he made his way into the apartment. She eyed him over, remembering what he looked like when she first saw him and making a comparison against her memory, deciding possibly if this was not what she’d expected. Settling on acceptance for now she spoke. Sit there please, she said motioning to her couch as she sauntered in her usual way to the kitchen for some red wine. The fantasy is almost always different from reality and she figured a little alcohol would help ease the tension. Nice place he said. Very put together. Thanks she replied, not offering anything substantial in return yet.

She sat down across from him with the two glasses. Neither of them wanted to ruin the potentially awkward moment with talk that would make their inner thoughts and desires seem out of place, so they each tended to keep superficial topics brief. He maintained a confident, but attentive posture and she stayed calm and aloof, but keeping a close eye on her new friend.

After the glasses were gone and it seemed time to move on to a new tone. She stood, bending toward him to take his glass, not making eye contact but keeping vigilance on his gaze and noticed his eyes wandering over her. She turned and headed for the kitchen and poured the next round of glasses. Come here and get it, she stated flatly and without eye contact. She is cold he thought, still trying to come to a conclusion about where this was all leading, if anywhere. He stood and walked into the kitchen keeping his gaze on her face and reached for the glass. Say please, she said. Coming from just about anyone else he might have thought, this bitch needs to be blown off… But not this time, and not this girl. She exuded the same confidence that he remembered seeing on her in the grocery store. The confidence that made him feel desire and fantasy. Please he said softly. She handed it to him. Drink it all was her next order. He looked at her for a moment then seeing her calmness he raised the glass and finished it. She watched him chug the glass as she sipped and pondered their respective fates.

After another glass and the buzz rising, they began to relax. They remained mostly in silence, the sexual tension building their minds free from distracting, mindless chit chat. The only thing left was to indulge in the sexual undertone of their meeting. Her proclamation to herself to dominate him started to feel more natural to attempt in a more intimate if not intrusive way. The next move to increase the tempo for her seemed at hand. Brad, I need to get something in the clear now she stated. I’m not interested in being your girlfriend, and I think you sense that. She paused and waited for any objection. I want something that I’ve been craving I think for a long time, and so far I like that you still seem interested despite my keeping myself distant from you. I’m not a prissy girl looking to be someone’s happy significant other – at least not now. I don’t take shit from anyone and I don’t have time for people who frustrate me. What I do want is someone who understands this and can handle that I want things on my terms. I can tell Sam, and honestly that’s what I like about you, Brad affirmed. I… he started to say looking down. Struggling to find the words that would tell her somehow what he has been hoping for – that he wanted her to be powerful over him. She finally interrupted. Don’t worry Brad. I think I know how this is going to go for us. If you already know that I want is to mentally and sexually dominate someone, someone possibly like you, then I think we’re going to get along. Pausing to gauge his reaction which was a warm, relaxed if not buzzed smile, he gazed quickly over her face and body. Tell me, What have you been thinking about since you met me she asked? Well… he started. Be clear she interrupted. While she looked at him searching his mind, she was growing optimistic. Go on she said. I, I… want to be… Ah, he breathed and smile… this is kind of hard. With the tone seeming right, Sam leaned in toward him with her eyes looking straight at his. Do you want to be a.. she paused for emphasis, a boy-bitch of some sort? Having never really run that term through his mind, he paused for a moment wondering if he liked what he just heard. He looked back into her eyes after a moment, captivated by her warm confidence and relented to the label – a label that in any other living room would earn him endless ridicule. Still, she was secure, sincere if not a little cold and objective. Confident he was in good appropriate company he relented to the excitement building and finally admitted, yes through a sigh of relief. I want to be under your control. I like what I see in you and I want it to be you. Surprised and relieved all at the same time by his reaction he fell silent again. She smiled. You’re sweet Brad. You’re sexy as well. I’m sure plenty of girls would love to have you be their man. I don’t want that though and that makes us unique together. She paused to look at his good looking face and defined body.

Caught by the positive feelings of affirming each other’s desire for each other, Sam was ready to experience more and definitely so was he. Remaining in her objective position, she geared herself to mount the dominance that came naturally to her on this man. Well, I think I’ve heard enough small talk. Stand up please. He stood. She stood. Brad’s eyes ran over the front of her body, making out the shape of her tits under the blouse. Noticing, Sam said I don’t care how much you like the way I look Brad. I’m going to tell you that what I want is to be appreciated not only for my physical features, but mostly for the position I hold and am to you. That is what I want and that is what you want. I think we understand each other already, right? Yes I agree he said looking her in the eyes.

Without another word she motioned for him to stay still, looking at him, gauging his willingness to abide by what she wants and his desire to continue further. Are you ready to serve Brad? Unsure what the term implied, A shot of blankness crept into his face. Yes Brad, she stated sternly and just below shouting, are you ready to serve me? This is why you’re here isn’t it? Yes, he said quickly. I am. I’m just getting… excited I think. I’m excited Sam. You excite me. Your confidence, your body, and the idea of being your pussy. He came up with a label of his own. His cock swelled and his throat tightened. Nice, she said with a smile melting inside herself at the sense of satisfaction she would feel to have Brad at her mental and physical disposal.

Take off your clothes pussy she said calmly and matter of fact, feeling more empowered. Now please. Excitement coursing through his body he started with his t-shirt, lifting it off his torso. She eyed him, as if watching a present get unwrapped. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. Slowly she interrupted… Very slow. He paused and then resumed, nice and slow. She walked around him as he bent to free his body of the pants. His underwear clung tightly to his hips and ass. She pointed the tip of her finger toward his balls and ran the tip of her finger up his crack. It was a show of dominance, like when one dog mounts another dog. She could touch him whenever and wherever she felt like it and he would let her. That was intention of the touch.

His response was a shiver of excitement pulsing into his body as his fantasy began to seemingly to unfold and he began to feel more vulnerable and like her subject. Finally standing upright in his boxer brief underwear in front of him, she looked over the package, eyeing the details of his body, pondering how she might enjoy using and controlling certain aspects of it – objectifying him to the fullest. Pleased she said, off with those too now, indicating the underwear. He pulled them down revealing his body in its entirety. She was still fully clothed. He felt exposed and vulnerable. She stepped into him from the side so as to avoid eye contact and whispered. Don’t worry, I like you. Do you feel embarrassed Brad? Yes, a little he said. She smiled. Good. You should. You’re standing here naked in front of a woman you don’t know, who wants to see you be in a place of total submission. That’s not the role you’re used to with women I’m sure. You actually almost look ridiculous Brad, she laughed slightly. But, this is what you want, right? You want to be my pussy, you said? Yes, he said back, feeling a little uncertain suddenly. Say that you want to be my boy-pussy. Are you a pussy Brad? His mind paused. Say it.

This exercise was key to her desire and was revving her insides. She meant to have her subject bend to her will, to yield to being something she wanted them to be regardless of their own natural tendency. No, I’m not he said. Sensing that he was at the edge of some limit he had in his mind, she instinctively felt the critical opportunity to begin to break him into submission. She grew slightly angry in response – rising to the occasion to submit Brad, to break him of his independence from her will. She took one hand and steadied it on Brad’s shoulder. With her other hand she took a finger and deliberately pushed it between his nice, firm cheeks and toward his asshole. Brad stood with eyes wide, his breath quickening slightly as he experienced Sam’s direct approach. Her finger wiggled until it found the center of his opening. She pushed slightly just to edge the tip of her finger inside. His cock instantly became hard and stood straight out. She crouched in closely so the tip of her tits touched his back. She rubbed her nipples slightly against him creating a thrill in them both. She looked down and saw his dick getting hard in response. With a low tone she said yes Brad. You are. In here, she said as she moved her finger, is one way for you to be a pussy. You will be one if I say so. Yes, he breathed back unsure if he should be unbelievably horny or feeling punished somehow. He felt both. As she withdrew her invading hand he felt a longing for her to keep directing her attention toward him and a growing desire to be a submissive underling. With that touch her intentions were coming to life and his fantasy was coming true.

She liked that his stomach, arms and ass were firm. His dick was medium sized but nicely shaped with a swelling, prominent head. He was clean, trimmed and groomed. Those were most of her physical likes in a man’s body – clean, firm and with a decent dick. Stepping in front of him to face him, still close enough to feel intimate, but not warm enough for him to let down his guard she asked, what his favorite body part on a woman was. Ass he said. Are you sure, she said back quickly? You don’t sound too convincing she taunted. Why are you unsure? Ass he said again more abruptly. Oh ok, she said sparking her imagination about what she could hold against him. I suppose you can prove it she whispered.

Are you happy Brad, she purred staring at his face and touched the head of his stiff dick? Yes, he smile back. I am actually. I like being here for you like this. You’re glad to be in this situation you’re in right this moment, she said taking the finger she had poking his ass and pressing it against his chest muscle? Yes, I am. I’ve fantasized and masturbated many times thinking about being with someone who wants me like this he admitted, and smiled again. Staying one step ahead of her subject she said, you know, Brad. I don’t know what it is you think is going to happen here exactly, but I can tell you that you do not get to fuck me. Feeling a confused sense of disappointment swell inside himself, she clarified. If I want to I fuck you Brad, and if I want your cock in one of my little holes, then I will put it there, and I will fuck you. He listened closely and appreciatively. Now, she said, starting to pace a little in front of him. When two people fuck, that is an intimate thing. Sam reached down and flicked his cock with her finger causing a sting and said, when a man sticks his cock in a woman’s pussy for the first time that is usually considered the consummation of a relationship. She stopped and looked at his face. He listened closely and respectfully to her, still feeling the slight tinge of pain from when she flicked his cock. This is why I like anal. Do you like anal too Bradley, she teased, not knowing yet exactly how deep any kinkiness ran. Being part of her unfolding plan, he grew more excited with each sentence directed at him and his role in her life. Yes I do, very much actually he breathed. Oh, that’s right. You like ass you said. Good, she said, making eye contact again. Because the consummation of our relationship if things go well that is, will not be the traditional kind. Anal sex is how I have sex with those who are beneath me, and it’s how I’ll fuck you, if I fuck you at all. Feeling the heat of the words she was hearing herself say, she reached down and cupped her pussy in her hand and said, my pussy is not for you. If at some point you try to fuck my pussy, in fact if you even try to touch my pussy I will end this faster than you could carry your ass out the door. Do you understand? Brad was a generally a nice respectful guy. He smiled compliantly and said yes, definitely. She smiled back.

He looked down and saw that her nipples were hard. She noticed him looking and liked that it teased him. Hold your cock she said. He reached down and held his semi-hard cock in his hand. The bulbous end stuck out past his thumb and forefinger. She looked at it and liked how it looked especially the tip. Now pump it. I want to see your cock get nice and hard. Her clit began swelling and her asshole puckering. Her tongue licked the corner of her mouth at the thrill of this scene becoming a reality. Brad was excited and as the sexual feelings rose in him he began to pump with genuine pleasure and speed. Sensing his excitement she warned, if you cum before I want you to, this relationship will end after you clean it up. With that he stroked, his head getting thick and swollen his shaft getting thick and rigid, his pussy puckered tight and sent sensation through his balls and up to the tip of his cock. She looked at it with his balls hanging tightly underneath and her anticipation grew.

Now tell me again why you like ass. I like… uhm he panted with his cheeks flushed as his hand continued to stroke his firm cock for her visual enjoyment. The head now bulged lewdly. His knees were parted slightly now and his hips worked almost involuntarily like a dog’s. His guard and resistance were almost non-existent as he looked at her and tried to speak through the sexual sensations Sam was making him to give to himself. I like how I can part the cheeks and see where I can lick and, where I can touch, where I can fuck… I like how I can caress her waist then reach under with my hands and open her. Sam becoming more involved in her own feelings of lust and drunkenness from the control she had won felt the urge to masturbate her mind a little more. Kind of like this she said as she turned around and began to pull the thin cotton down over her plump ass and down to her knees. She looked over her shoulder at his flushed face, grabbed her curvy ass cheeks with both hands and spread herself enough for him to see her pussy and ass. Yes, he breathed, remembering suddenly as his excitement spiked that he’d better not cum. Sam, you’re perfect he sighed casting his eyes down at her.

She stood back up turned around and looked at him again, looking at his dick being stroked at her command. She was growing wetter and more empowered by the moment. Brad was turning out to be a pretty willing subject. She needed to know more to see what direction she would want to take things in next – to plan. Did you like looking up my ass Brad? Yes Sam, I loved it. Your ass is beautiful he panted as he continued to massage his cock at a careful pace. She approached him and placed the finger tip that was in his ass to his lips and pushed it in his mouth. She raised her eyebrows at him warning him against objecting. He figuring she wanted him to enjoy it he sucked at it lightly, at the same time enjoying the touch and attention of this woman who was responsible for the hot feeling in his cock and his mind. He was so horny he even wanted to enjoy his own taste, especially if she would like it.

Noting this quickly she suddenly asked without losing eye contact or her close proximity, have you ever had sex with a dog Brad, her own pussy pulsing at her own words? She gauged his face carefully looking for answers. No, he said with honesty and a little surprise. I bet you’ve fantasized about it, haven’t you, a nice long willing tongue licking your cock – maybe more? I bet you’ve at least thought about it. Taken a back for a second because he knew what kind of stigma was attached to that particular fantasy, the pressure in his mind and body made him relent to honesty anyway. Yes he replied, still gauging the sexual response between his legs carefully. She had no idea he would be interested in something like that. She was just looking for a place to start with him. She was quite surprised, pleasantly surprised though but not showing it. My, my, what have we here? I believe I found a boy who is a pervert! I would never touch a dog or let one touch me, you sick little fuck, she taunted. I’m not sure I want that dick anywhere near me now, she said as she pointed at his member he was now shamefully stroking. His face grew emotionless as he began to stop stroking his dick. I’m sorry… I didn’t know what… She interrupted by snapping at him, keep stroking the fucking dick. He resumed and looked forward avoiding eye contact.