I really had no idea of my feelings or how my life was about to change. My name is Bill Cannon, twenty-three years old, single and very shy. I had a job as a marketing clerk in a small advertising agency in Tampa, Florida. My private life was very quiet and this extended to my sex life, or lack of it. The only real interests I could admit to was being a bit submissive. Most of these imaginings leaned towards men. I guess this stemmed from an incident that took place when I was younger.
I had just graduated from high school and was killing time before I got serious about finding a job. I was walking in the park and had to pee. I went over to the restrooms located on the edge of the park. I seemed to be alone as I entered the men’s room. As I stepped up to the urinal and took out my penis to pee, I heard someone else enter the restroom. It was a man, a big man, and he walked up to the urinal next to me.
Being shy, as I was, I, all of a sudden, couldn’t pee. He pulled out his penis and just stood there, holding and rubbing it. I couldn’t help but look as it kept getting bigger. He never said a word but, turned towards me, holding it out to me. Of course, I didn’t know what to do so, he, surprisingly gently, pressed down on my shoulder. I didn’t resist. Feelings of fear and curiosity passed through me as I sank to my knees. As I waited, he slowly pressed his cock to my lips and then gently pushed until my lips tentatively opened. He then continued to slide it into my mouth until he touched the back of my throat. This made me gag and he stopped pushing further. Then, as he softly held the back of my head, he started to slowly fuck my mouth. I was frozen in place as he steadily continued to slide in and out of my accepting mouth. I could feel his cock begin to swell and pick up pace as the man began to moan. I then felt his cock begin to pulse as spurt after spurt of his creamy, tart cum fill my mouth. I, of course, couldn’t help but swallow.
He pulled out slowly enough so that, as the end of his cock got to my mouth, I was able to suck off the remaining cum from around his piss hole without being told. After he left, I remained on my knees “savoring” the taste of the cum still in my mouth. This was the moment that I look back on as the Genesis of my submissiveness. This was something I never followed up on. Not surprisingly, many, many enjoyable jack-off sessions resulted from this over the following years.
This brings us to the present day. I was living in a small one-bedroom apartment. As lazy as I am, I have a lady coming in twice a month to clean up a bit. I don’t make much of a mess but, I just felt better. Her name is Cora and she’s reasonable and a good worker to boot. Cora is about sixty, heavy and rather plain looking. As a matter of fact, she’s what would be considered obese if not morbidly so. Things went along swimmingly enough until the feces hit the air aerator. I wound up having to work late one of the days Cora came in to clean. This wasn’t really anything unusual except for one minor problem. My main source of sexual release was my rather extensive collection of porn. In an effort to remove myself from my early experience with cocksucking, my porn mostly consisted of female domination. Oh, that it had been just about anything else.
I had inadvertently left my iPad on with a female domination site exposed for anyone to see. When Cora moved the iPad to clean the table under it, the damn thing came on. Cora was presented with my fantasy showing a woman and a fat one at that dominating a rather scrawny man. This man bore a striking familiarity with me while the woman strongly resembled Cora. Needless to say, when I got home, I was greeted by Cora with a totally different demeanor than I had ever seen before. No friendly greeting, no asking how my day went no smiling face.
I knew something was wrong and was about to find out why. This was the one single moment that changed my life forever.