“This is going to sound creepy, I know,” Matt said as he looked down into Emma’s frightened face, “but I assure you, no pain will come to you unless you want it.”
Emma’s eyes trailed from his handsome round face down his strong mature torso and landed on the object of her fear. Her boyfriend’s dad had the largest cock she had ever seen and it was staring right at her. The impressive member stood at least eight inches and was a good two inches wider than his son Eric’s.
As she gulped, her pussy fluttered and gushed, leaving her thong in a soaked state. She was almost sure he could smell her fragrant womanly excretions. She was also convinced her nipples were about to rip through her bra and her fancy blue dress she had worn to meet this man for the first time.
Just two hours ago the three of them were sharing a delightful meal in Eric’s apartment when he got a call from the hospital. There was a multiple trauma coming in and they needed all nurses available. He voiced his regrets and kissed his soon to be fiancé goodbye. His sixty-year-old dad wrapped an arm around her waist and assured him he would take care of his sweet girl until his son returned.
After his departure the two cleaned up the dinner and enjoyed the cheesecake she had made from scratch with another bottle of wine. They soon retired to the couch and Matt asked if she wanted him to go as they were now alone. It was so gentlemanly that she quickly said, “Nonsense, you can use the second bedroom. Eric remade the bed just in case.”
The mature and handsome dad smiled and expressed his gratitude. She liked how he looked at her. There was… experience in his green eyes.
As the conversation flowed he complimented her looks, her intelligence, her red hair, even her silly laugh. He had placed a hand on her thigh at one point and she had not moved it. Her shoes soon off, and her body relaxing, she felt the comfort of the wine and let her inhibitions lead to mild flirting, (“You have handsome eyes!”) even running a toe up his calf as she recounted how she and Eric first met.
“Oh god, I am so sorry. I’ve had too much wine. That was – “
“Bold, sexy…honest.”
She blushed and went to stand. “I think I should get ready for-.” His hand grabbed her arm and she gasped at the heat and strength. “What? What are you…”
“Sit, Emma. Its fine, everything is fine.” He did not let go as she sat back down. In fact, he slid his hand up her bare arm in a firm yet gentle caress. It was electric and sexy and so wrong. But she did not stop it. “You have a fire in you. You have a soul filled with desires and needs yet you hesitate to express them.”
“I don’t think that’s…whew…appropriate.”
He chucked softly and his hand gently caressed her neck then took hold of the back of her head in a confident grip. “Tell me, does my son satisfy you sexually?”
Her eyes flashed open and she found her voice was gone. His hand was now massaging her neck and his other was stroking her palm. She shivered and set down her glass for fear of dropping it. Her entire body was screaming in arousal and the palm he was making love to was surely sweaty.
The right answer was “No, he does not satisfy me,” but Emma’s pride could not find the words. “Mister Neill – um, Matt. Eric is a good man. He’s a kind soul and I love… um..oh god…I think we are getting into a dangerous situation…” Her voice trailed off as he leaned in, his mouth within inches of hers.
Her mind raced: I hope he kisses me- No, I need him to kiss me- Why did he stop, What the fuck is happening?
She was intensely turned on by this man! It felt like a betrayal to um…Eric, and she was surprised that that made her more aroused.
“It’s not a betrayal to live the truth, Emma. I know he does not satisfy you. The fact that you haven’t slapped my hands away nor screamed for me to leave gives me the answers I need.”
The kiss was fire wrapped in a stick of dynamite. She was shocked how fast she melted and reciprocated the intense tongue lashing she was receiving. His hands were now on her whole jaw and cheeks and he separated with noisy aggression that took her breath.
“You need a man. Not a lover. Not a kind soul.” He grabbed her red hair, tipped her head back and was now licking her neck and earlobe. It made her whole body shake and her legs open like a flower.
“Oh my fucking…!”
His low sultry voice drilled into her need. “You need to be taken. You need to be taught.” He abruptly stood and with authority glazed with pure seduction, he growled, “You need to serve. You need to be shown! Stand up.”
“I don’t know what-.”
“Stand up. Now!”
She leapt up and he grabbed her by the shoulders. She was shaking with excitement and just enough fear to turn her insides to jelly and her pussy to a raging inferno. He was right. She did need all of those things. But she’d never had anyone notice it nor bring it out with such fury.
“Please, tell me what to-!”
“Silence.” His voice was directed yet not harsh. She actually pulled her head back as she slammed her mouth shut. Her trembling was taking on a pleasant discomfort.
“Remove your dress. Lay it on the couch.” Her hesitation was brief. His face made to admonish and she reached back and unzipped. His gaze never left hers and she dropped the dress. She bent to pick it up and lay it on the back of the couch. He sighed as he took in her splendor. Her round ass was split by a light blue thong. Her firm twenty-five year-old breasts filled her C-cup blue bra with beautiful spillage he had been eyeing. Add long taut nipples, and Oh yes, this one will be delectable.
She turned back, red-faced and burning up in humiliation. Not at being almost naked but how crazy horny she felt. Her large nipples were screaming for release and she desperately wanted to rub them.
She was on the top of the highest diving platform at the pool. There was refreshment and relief below yet she could not bring herself to jump. Her voice was timid, almost a whisper. “Why am I doing this?” His strong hand grabbed her chin and another smoldering kiss sealed her fate.
“You need it, that’s why. My dear Emma, you are what is known as a natural submissive.” His voice was mildly patronizing. “Your past lovers regrettably never tapped into your innate sexuality.” As he said the next, he ran his hand across her left breast and then slid two fingers inside the bra almost touching her nipple. “For only through giving up control will you ever feel true release, true climactic satisfaction.” The fingers found the nipple and pinched it, hard. She stiffened. He paused. “Do you trust me?”
His eyes were a mix of hypnotic lust and safety. It was unnerving and insanely arousing. All she could do was nod, her breath rapidly attempting to alleviate the pain.
He yanked out and grabbed both breasts as if he owned then. “Release me. I am aroused and I need relief. It is the best way for you to learn your place.” He let go of her tits and she sucked in air not aware she had been holding her breath.
She gulped again and knelt before him and began to open his belt and fly.
He smiled at the fact that she didn’t need to be told to kneel. “You are a natural.”
She smiled softly at the compliment her hands brushing what had to be the biggest cock on Earth. His pants fell and were soon joined by his boxers. Emma was speechless from a sudden fear. This cock was huge and hot, the pre-cum, real, the desire, mesmerizing. The comfort of the wine had thoroughly disappeared and she had one last tug of sense telling her to stop.
“This is going to sound creepy, I know,” Matt said as he looked down into Emma’s frightened face, “but I assure you, no pain will come to you unless you want it.”
Emma’s eyes trailed from his handsome round face down his strong mature torso and landed on the object of her fear. Her boyfriend’s dad had the largest cock she had ever seen and it was staring right at her. The impressive member stood at least eight inches and was a good two inches wider than his son Eric’s.
“If anything I do feels uncomfortable that’s probably a good sign. But if it is too much, just say the word and we will stop.”
As she gulped, her pussy fluttered and gushed, leaving her thong in a soaked state. She was sure he could smell her fragrant womanly excretions. Or hoped he could.
“…okay…”
Her mouth opened and her hands wrapped around him. He throbbed and she let out a whimper. She guided the magnificence to her lips and sucked him in, the massive head filling her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she moaned. It was like the greatest dessert she had ever eaten and she was shockingly hungry for it.
He set his head back and moaned as his hands slid across her back. He leaned his grey and brown-haired head down as she took more of him in. The sweet school teacher she was this afternoon was replaced by her dormant hot cock sucker from before her current and boring relationship.
Matt’s pre-cum tasted no different than Eric’s but the idea of it being his father’s made it all the more enticing. Emma groaned with lustful fire as she gripped him hard and swirled over the shaft, hollowing her cheeks. This cock was a privilege to fellate.
She popped off panting, “Your cock tastes amazing!” She went back at it with renewed purpose when he suddenly grabbed her wrists yanking her arms back making her shoulders twinge. His hips drove forward and a good six inches of his impressive steel was now lodged in her mouth, cutting off her air. He had wrapped something around her wrists and she soon realized it was her bra he had stealthily removed. Hands helpless behind her back, she was now more at his mercy, her neck turning red and her chest burning.
He yanked his erection out and she fell forward gasping, spit and drool pouring onto the floor and her now aching breasts.
“Good first effort!”
“Thuh…thank y-“
“Again!” He grabbed her head and without a second to process filled her mouth to the point of deep gagging. Even more of his monster cock went down her throat and she moved her lips like a fish in an attempt to breathe. “Relax your fucking throat…There! You are a good slut and a useful cocksucker. Aren’t you?”
She was choking and shaking even though he held her immobile. She wanted to answer a screaming, “Yes!” but all she could do was nod slightly. As she began to see stars, he way too slowly slid back out and she sucked in sweet air. He clenched her hair and tilted her wet drooling face; her eyes transfixed on his. Wanting, needing.
He saw it, the switch. The moment when an unsuspecting regular girl found her true self, her sub self. It was a joy to witness. To christen the moment he scooped up some drool from her tit. He held the fingers in front of her mouth and without breaking eye contact, she sucked them in, cleaning them thoroughly.
Emma straightened more. She adjusted her knees for better support. Only one thing occupied her mind: she needed to please this man, this cock.
“More…please.”
“More what, slut?”
Emma flinched at the word then relaxed into a small smile. I am a slut, she thought with joyful satisfaction at the honesty. She said softly and directly, “I need more of your cock in my throat. I need you…to use me.”
He grinned with sincere pride. He pulled up his shirt and tossed it. He then took hold of her face and kissed her with scorching passion for a good thirty seconds. “And I will.” Cock head on her tongue, he shoved hard into her, his full balls slapping her chin. His whole rod was almost completely engulfed. Emma’s heart raced and her libido claimed her whole being. She pulled back and then plunged herself back down. All that mattered was this cock being pleased. She drove back and forth taking a bit more each time. Spittle and drool flew about as she lost herself in the task.
Her throat burned and she relished it. She had wanted for years and no one until now had ever known. This was what all of those secret articles and videos claimed would happen should someone give up complete control to an experienced dominating lover. Pain and pleasure were secondary to satisfying him.
Her cunt was spitting it was so aroused. She spread her legs as wide as her knees would allow and began to grind into the floor. She screamed in pleasure as an orgasm ripped through her. Matt laughed and pulled her off harshly, her scalp burn adding to the rest of the emotional and physical melee.
“Fuck, girl! Cumming like a whore from just sucking my cock!”
And cum she did. It was the greatest she had ever had. It wracked her and took her and threw her off a cliff. She spasmed and shook and yelped in an animalistic pulse.
“Fuh Fuh fahhh! What is – fuck – what is happening to meee?” If he hadn’t been holding her shoulders she would have collapsed.
As it subsided and she sucked in air, he spoke with authority. ”That was your first real orgasm. The orgasm of the servant. The orgasm of true submission.” She smiled, her eyes closed as euphoria bathed her entire being. It was heavenly.
Then she felt a hard slap on her naked left breast and she yelped. When her eyes flew open his face was inches away, his grip held her throat. “Do not ever cum again without permission. Understood?”
“Y-y-yess…” tears formed, fear returned.
“Yes who?”
“Yes…Master?”
He smiled and stood up again. “Sir, is fine.” He lifted her to her feet and kissed her again, this time biting her lip as a further sign of his dominance.
Fear left, needful urgency returned.
His hands slid down her breasts and she sighed. She cried out softly as he gripped her engorged nipples and pulled them. Again, the pain was welcomed and felt …right. She moaned and pulled back slightly to increase the tension.
“Magnificent,” he breathed. “You are a true pain slut: best I’ve ever had.” He snapped his fingers off her harshly eliciting an “AH!” and he grunted, “Time to fuck.” He spun her and pushed her down onto the arm of the couch, her shoulders hitting hard. The couch upon which she had sat with her boyfriend just last night as they passionately made out and caressed each other. The memory only made her feel empty.
How could she ever go back to that flatness?
Matt yanked her thong off and wrapped it around her head. The crotch portion, discolored and nearly dripping from her lubrication, lined up with her mouth and she instinctively opened up as he tied it to her like a gag, the thin fabric biting into her cheeks. Humiliation only fueled her lust. In her now dazed and desperate state she dropped her head and muttered, “Thuck mur! Pleath!”
Without ceremony his impressive cock pierced her yawning cunt and she screamed into her gag. She had never, ever had a penetration orgasm! She thought them a myth. It was so different than any other- explosive rather than gradual! But she had no time to revel in it. His pounding was immediate, deep and relentless.
Matt gripped her sweet waist and drove in with the practiced aggression of a true master fucker. How many of these sweet things had he released? He knew not a number, but he did know that this pussy was the finest he’d ever plundered. As his sweat flew and her body shook he wondered how she would feel with a slow sensual coupling. The thought whisped away in the flame of animal lust. His firm left hand gathered her hair in a controlling grip, and he pulled back; her face now to the ceiling and her nipples slamming into the arm of the couch with each thrust.
She achingly wished she could squeeze them, but her hands were still bound. Her thong still gagged her mouth. She was helpless and loved every second of it. Her head ached from the hair pulling and she discovered he was not done. With the grip of authority he pulled her head up and back, her once styled hair a wreck. She screamed out a muffled affirmation of “Ungh- yeth! pleath!”
Her pussy was screaming as well, soaking wet and disgustingly desperate for orgasm. A small part of her brain remembered she needed permission. “…ooo pleath! Nerd ter cummm!”
“Not yet!”
That grunted, panting, command, was followed by a hard slap to her left ass cheek. She didn’t even flinch, knowing it was the right thing to do. It’s what she needed in the moment. An even more stinging slap to her right had her orgasm scrambling to get out. Her body shook with electricity that fired off every nerve but in her vagina. Her mournful moan was like a desperate animal caught in a trap!
Matt was in the zone. This conversion was faster than he had imagined. He had hoped for it, even planned for it the moment he had first laid eyes on this beautiful creature three hours ago. How lucky that his lackluster son got called away.
Slap ! Slap! Slap! More smacks to her reddening ass seared the pain into her senses. It was a bliss of surrender.
Now, to complete his claim of her body, he let go of her hair and she flopped forward. He kept fucking her deeply, his thick shaft a heated pole, so much wanton wetness pouring out of her. Nasty noises of her lost control, echoed in the apartment. He reached forward and ripped her thong off her head and she screamed.
“Ohhh myyyy gawd!”
She shook once more in blissful agony.
“Ahhhh fuuuck!”
“Cum Slut! Nooowww!”
He stiffened and held inside. Scorching blasts of steaming cum flew out of him! He usually was quite vocal when he climaxed, but this one was so intense it took his voice and only a strained growl escaped as his entire body became his cock. It was complete sexual satisfaction at the highest level.
Emma spasmed and convulsed with an orgasm that had her mind blank, her ears ringing. Fireworks and shooting stars paled in their commonplace existence against this wonderment.
He painted her insides with so much ejaculate he thought he would never quit. This one was for the record books. As he shot the last, her legs gave out and she collapsed onto the couch, his cock unceremoniously slipping out of her wetness.
She whimpered, “NOOooo…”
Her afterglow was usually quite pleasant. This was on a different level. It was satisfying, complete, and yet it wanted an immediate replay. Everything she had fantasized about secretly had just come true and she could not be happier. She lay there breathing deeply, her eyes closed, trying to capture every feeling and sense so she could remember it later. She barely felt him lift her arms up and pull her to kneel again on the floor. She flopped back against the couch and looked up through half open eyes showing a bit of confusion.
“I need to be cleaned, do not forget my balls.”
She nodded groggily, then leaned forward and licked his slowly softening superdick up and down. She lapped up every ounce of their mutual excretions. She nudged underneath his sweaty dripping balls and even licked his perineum. She was like a starving kitten with a bowl of cream. Emma heard him chuckle softly, and she hummed in the pleasure of giving him pleasure.
Satisfied with her job, she sat back on her feet and looked up at him for approval, still licking and smacking her lips. He bent down and she was prepared for another kiss. Instead, he gave her one last nipple pinch, and she shook with an orgasmic aftershock.
“We will do this once a week to start. I will expect it more often after I have trained you properly. I will text you a location and a time. It will never interfere with your work, however, you may have tasks to do in between your classes. You will not ever have a choice, you will be there.”
She made to protest and he cut her off, reading her mind again. “Tell him whatever the fuck you want. Hell, you can even tell him the truth: he’s a shitty lover, and you found a better fucker than he could ever be.”
She was shocked but inside a large part of her wanted to be that bold and direct.
“Stand, slut.” She did and almost toppled from lightheadedness. He undid the bra and tossed it next to her nearly destroyed thong.
“As a sign of your devotion to me, I want you to put these back on and wear them for the next hour. Let them soak in your spittle and sweat, my cum, and your nasty drippings. You may take them off and shower. But in the morning, I want you to put them back on and wear them all day tomorrow. The funk will remind you who now owns you.”
The whole thing sounded nasty and wicked and absolutely wonderful. She smiled slightly and nodded. He smiled back.
“You were exceptional tonight, Emma. I am very pleased. If you continue on this path, you will earn the greatest honor I can give you, my collar. Do you think you could do that?”
“Absolutely!” She said without hesitation, “I will be honored to serve you, Sir!”
She paused and looked up inquisitively as if to ask if she could say one more thing. He nodded.
“Thank you Matt. You have given me something I thought was unobtainable.”
He kissed the top of her forehead, and tears cascaded. She never knew a feeling of completeness like she did in this moment.
She felt whole.
She felt used.
She felt like herself.
Thank you for reading this new adventure for me! If you like it, hit the heart, or even the Star. Please leave a comment, I try to respond to them all. And once again, thank you, Emma…
