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My Submission I have shortened the beginning of this escapade. This meeting with Cecily is woman whose office I was interviewing with. The night before, she had grabbed my ass, placed my hand on her breast, then whispered in my ear, "I'm not done with you cunt." Then she walked away, leaving me a wet mess. The next morning, she invited me to her house. I had hoped she had forgotten about what had transpired the night before. Here is what happened next... Finally she said, “well good. I’m so glad we had the chance to chat again and thank you for coming over on such short notice during your weekend. As I got up to leave, she stood also and gave me a hug. It was very professional and appropriate. I was smiling to myself, knowing that I had survived this ordeal in much better shape than I had imagined possible. At the end of the hug, she said, “oh, one more thing.” She began to take her seat again and motioned for me to do the same. I honestly assumed that she was going to discuss their health care plan or something else as benign. I smiled and said, “yeah.” She said, “about last night…” A lightning bolt of terror shot down my spine! I started stammering trying to somehow short-circuit this turn of events. I said, “oh, about last night. I need to apologize. I don’t really drink very often and I think the drinks went to my head a little. I’m terribly sorry if I said anything inappropriate or…” She smiled politely and let me stammer on. “Gosh, it was so nice to meet all of you and I really had such a great time with everyone… blah, blah, blah.” I was praying she would somehow quickly put an end to this conversation without getting into any details of last night. As I stammered on, I did notice that she was taking less care to look at my legs and the panties underneath. This just made me exponentially more nervous! When I got to a point where I just had nothing else I could say, she looked back up at my face and smiled. She said, “no, you didn’t do anything inappropriate at all.” Relief! “I just wanted for you to tell me in person how wet you were when I left you.” I know my eyes almost shot out of my head. A thought flashed through my mind that she must have been referring to a spilled drink or something. Please, something! There was a lump in my throat and I just stared at her in disbelief. “Don’t look so shocked,” she said. “You certainly were enjoying it last night when I had my hand on your pretty little ass.” How the fuck had this conversation turned 180 degrees so fast? WTF was happening and why? What was I going to do? I started stammering again. “Oh, please, like I said, I was really drunk. I don’t want you to think that I…” She cut me off. She said, “don’t want me to think what? That you were turned on? You seemed to be very turned on when you were fondling my breast.” With that she reached up and gave her own breast a quick caress. I thought I was getting close to fainting again. She continued. “And please don’t think that I have been oblivious to the fact that you have been putting those nice tan legs on display for me to see. The same with the pretty yellow panties. I’ll bet you are wet just from knowing that I was looking at you.” I couldn’t speak but I was able to notice that what she was saying was embarrassingly true. It was making me wet, even as she was openly mocking me. She didn’t stop though. In fact, she stood up, walked the two feet between us, knelt in front of me and placed a hand just above my knee on my thigh. I looked down to see her hand and noticed that my hand was literally quivering. She clearly saw this too. She pressed against the inner side of my leg, spreading it a little. I was frozen in place, speechless. She said, “I’m going to give you the chance that no one else has given you. I’m going to let you give into your obvious and burning desire to be taken just like you have always wanted. I’m going to let you be the submissive little slut you’ve always dreamed of being.” I was still in shock but I knew I had to do something so I stood up and took a step towards the door. She raised her voice and, in a command-like tone said, “stop!” I have no idea why because it was not a conscious decision but I did what she told me to do. I stopped right there. When I did, she stepped just behind me. I froze in place as she placed a hand on my hip. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, as she had done less than 24 hours ago, “you can leave if you want to leave. The door is right there but I know you won’t because you know very well that everything I have told you is true. I left you wanting me with dripping panties last night and you know you are just dying to be taken and treated like the cute little submissive slut that you are.” “Jesus Christ,” I said, not sure if I had done so out loud or in my head. She continued to step around from my back to my front, trailing her hand from my waist to the buckle on my shorts. I half thought she might unbutton them. I didn’t know what I would do, what I could do, if she did. She began to speak again, inches from my face. “So, here’s what I am going to do. I am going to leave the room for 5 minutes or so. If you want to leave, go ahead. But, if you do, you will never know the true you. You will never experience all the things you are dying to experience. So, when I come back, you will be sitting on that same couch you have been sitting in.” I started to speak just to say something but she quickly raised her finger to my lips and said, “shush!” Again, without consciously doing so, I obeyed her and said nothing. She repeated, “so when I come back, you will be sitting in that same couch but you will be naked.” She removed her hand from the waist of my shorts, exiting the living room and heading down a long hallway. It took me a few seconds just to catch my breath and make sure that I did not fall over or go into shock. I took a step or two towards the door but something unconsciously made me stop. Why, I thought? It was like an out of body experience. It was as if I was looking down at the events happening below me, almost like watching a movie of myself. I looked back at the couch. I felt like I was in a trance. That made me briefly wonder whether she had actually slipped some kind of roofie in my drink or something. Then I remembered the pain killer I had taken before leaving my apartment. It had mixed with the alcohol and, that combined with the obvious shock the last few minutes had brought on, were now almost overwhelming me. I walked over to the couch and sat down. WTF are you doing I thought? None of my actions were made consciously but I remember thinking that she might be right? What if I did want her to let loose some submissive lesbian slut living inside me? Although it had only happened a couple of times, I did enjoy sex with older women who would be more assertive or dominant than me. After getting past some major shyness, I had enjoyed being fucked while others watched me. This had happened a few times through ’s arranging. As I thought these things over in my mind, I realized that I was taking off my shirt. It was like watching someone from above pull invisible puppet strings attached to me. After removing my shirt, I looked down to see my shorts being slipped past my hips. The hands pulling them down were my own. Things had somehow been set in motion and I was watching myself naturally continue to get undressed. I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra. I stood back up and slipped off my yellow panties. I sat back down. I was completely naked. As I sat there naked, I realized that I was no longer trembling. Instead of being scared or nervous, as I had been, this trance-like state had taken over. It was like a dream or a movie. I didn’t know if this was from the medicine, the alcohol, or whether it really was a deep-seeded sexual desire. I lost all track of time. I remember being surprised when Cecily re-entered the room. In one sense, it seemed like I had been sitting there, naked, for hours. On the other, it seemed as if it were merely seconds ago that I had walked into this virtual stranger’s house. When she re-entered some of the fear and nervousness came rushing back. I began to breathe faster in a panic. I suddenly became very aware that I was sitting in front of this woman naked. Instinctively, I raised my arms to cover my breasts. I started to raise myself from the couch. But, as I did, Cecily placed a hand on my shoulder. She gently pushed me back down onto the couch. Again, I obeyed. I started stuttering again nervously. “I, I, I can’t do….” Again, Cecily knelt in front of me and raised a finger to my lips. She didn’t say “shush” this time. She didn’t need to. I obeyed. Next, she grasped me by the chin and said, “look at me.” She gripped a little bit harder. “Look at me.” I did as instructed and she looked into my eyes. “Listen to me.” Her voice was soft and quiet. “Now, listen to me. I don’t want you to speak unless I ask you a question or tell you to speak. Do you understand me?” I was still in shock but I nodded my head. “I want you to do what I tell you to do. Do you understand?” I tried to speak. “What are you… What?” Her grip on my chin tightened again. She had a firm grip on my chin but it was not painful or forceful. She just continued to look at me without speaking. I knew she wanted me to be quiet so I stopped trying to speak. “I want you to stand up,” she said. She kept her grip on my chin and guided me up from the couch.” She took a step back. She was looking at me like she was inspecting me. Her gaze lingered on my breasts. I remember feeling embarrassed because my breasts were so much smaller than hers. I guess instinctively, again, I wanted to cover them but before I raised my arms in an attempt to do so, I felt her grip on my chin tighten once more. It caused me to look back at her face. She just shook her head no, apparently aware of what I was feeling and my sudden need to try to cover myself again. I did not raise my arms. I felt SO exposed standing there naked. She guided me forward a few steps away from the couch before releasing her grip on my chin. She walked behind me. I guess I knew that I was not supposed to watch her so I stared straight ahead. I could not see her but I heard some movement and then, out of the corner of my eye, saw her white blouse fall to the floor and come to rest at the foot of the couch. Her bra followed a few seconds later. I knew her gorgeous breasts were now exposed just behind me. I could feel her staring at my exposed ass. I took in a deep breath. I felt her place a hand on my right shoulder. I then felt her use her leg to insert itself between mine and use it to spread my legs further apart. I noticed that my pussy was beginning to get very wet. I was sure that, having spread my legs apart, she could also see my wet pussy from behind. It made me more nervous and frightened, not knowing what was going to happen next. Next, she used her right hand to grip me by the neck. This grip was firmer than the grip she had had on my chin. I felt her get closer to me until I could feel her breasts pressing firmly into my back as she kept her grip on my throat. I took in a deep breath as a chill went down my spine and caused goose bumps to raise on the back of my neck. With one hand still around my neck, she used the other to run it down the side of my breast, over my ribs to my hip and then to caress, then grip, my ass. I could feel her hot breath on my neck and ear, just like I had felt the night before. She whispered in my ear, “I’m going to be taking a lot from you cunt.” I guess I was past the shock of her calling me a cunt because my immediate thought was, “what does she mean by ‘taking’ a lot from me?” Like she had the night before, she kept her touch on my waist as she moved back around in front of me. As she came into my view, I got my first look at her exquisite breasts. They were at least D or double D cups. I could tell they were “enhanced” but that made them no less impressive. She had light pink colored nipples. Her nipples did not protrude out too terribly far but her areolas were very large, at least the size of silver dollars. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to lick them. I wanted to suck them. I may have started to move forward to do that but she must have seen or sensed as much. She said in a stern voice, “you are only to do as you are instructed!” It stopped me dead in my tracks. She was continuing to torture me by not allowing me to somehow make contact with those breasts! She told me to sit back down. I obeyed. I continued to stare at her magnificent breasts. She was staring at my body for a few seconds before saying, “I’m going to own that pretty little mouth now cunt. Are you ready?” I didn’t know what she wanted me to do and I didn’t know if she really wanted me to speak and, fearing what might happen if I did the wrong thing, I looked back up at her face and just nodded. She smirked and said, “I knew you were going to be an obedient little slut.” I continued to look at her. She took a few steps closer to me so that her waist was level with my eyes. She said, “unbutton my pants cunt.” I was so scared that I couldn’t move. I looked at the button in front of me without moving. Out of the blue, she reached out and grabbed the top of my head by my hair. This was not soft or sensual, it was forceful. She repeated, louder this time, “I told you to unbutton my pants you little cunt!” I did as instructed. I undid the button then, not wanting to disobey her again, I continued to unzip her pants. When I had her zipper all the way down I could see that she had a purple strapon cock in her pants. It surprised me and frightened me all at the same time. She looked down at me smirking. “Take it out.” I reached in and grasped the rubber cock. She reached down and slid her pants down just a bit so that I was able to free the strapon. I looked back up at her. “Suck” was all that she said. I was surprised by the fact that I consciously wanted to please her. Before sucking on her cock I licked up the full length of one side then the other. I looked up at her to see if she approved. She just blankly watched me without giving me any indication of whether or not she was enjoying what I was doing. I understood that she could not physically feel my tongue swirl around her purple cock but I knew that watching me obey her, submit to her and put on a sexy display was the purpose of this. I had never wanted to please anyone so much. I wanted to be the best, obedient little cock sucker. I wanted to suck this cock (and put on a slutty display) more than I had ever wanted to with any real cock. I bobbed my head up and down and swirled my tongue around the head of her strapon. I could sense that she was enjoying what I was doing because I could feel her start to rock her hips forward and back harder and further. I would occasionally look up at her, past her six pack abs, past her enormous boobs, and into her eyes while trying to look as seductive and slutty as possible. “God,” I thought, “everything she had said about me wanting to be a submissive little slut was surprisingly (even to me) becoming true! After several minutes, the pace and movement of her hips made what was happening more like she was fucking my face than it was me sucking her starpon cock. She had both hands tightly gripping my head by the hair as she rammed her cock into my mouth and to the back of my throat. IT would cause me to gag and saliva was pouring out of my mouth, over her cock and onto my breasts. It was a very messy scene but I knew I had to look like the she wanted me to be. I could hear her saying, “that’s it cunt. Suck that cock.” I had gone from shocked at being called such names earlier to being almost proud, and definitely aroused, at all the dirty names she was calling me. With saliva covering my face and dripping down onto my tits as she pumped her cock in and out of my mouth and throat, she finally tightened her grip on my head and hair and slammed the cock to the back of my throat as far as it would go. She held it there for several seconds. I actually was waiting for the cum to start pumping out of the cock and into my mouth but, obviously, that never happened. I almost felt disappointed. |
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Soooooooo nice.....you were soooo lucky
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12/7/2020 5:17 pm |
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