Fucked To Submission

I don’t know why I always fall head over heels for the dangerous women. I don’t know why I always feel the desperate desire to submit my full being to them, but I do. It happens over and over. Sometimes we chat online and sometimes we just bump into each other in a bar but the outcome is always the same. This time I’ve told myself it will be different but deep down inside I know it won’t. 

I met her in a bar, I was there with some guys from work on Friday after our shift. We go there most weeks; the booze is cheap and the women are stunning. Every week I spot another girl I haven’t seen there before. The rest of the guys are all married, they just go there to unwind and socialize, I do too but somehow it never ends that way. Last Friday it was busy in the bar but as the hours flew by people started to go home. The guys from work had gone home to their wives and as usual I found myself sitting at the bar alone mindlessly watching the sport on the big screen. As my eyes drifted from the screen, she caught my eye, I hadn’t seen her before, I’d know if I had, she was incredible. Her dark hair flowing over her delicate shoulders, her skin glistening under the overhead lights. She was looking directly at me, her deep brown eyes staring into my soul. I found myself staring back, maybe for longer than I should. She had on a low-cut dress, wrapped tightly around her perfect curves, her large breasts pushed up over the top. She had a pair of stockings on and I could see the tops hugging her thighs. My mind drifted, I pictured myself kneeling before her, kissing her thighs, kissing up her legs towards her panties… 

I snapped back to reality; she was still there, still looking at me. Maybe she was undressing me in her mind too, maybe that was wishful thinking. She looked away to chat to who I assume was her friend, their conversation was brief and before I knew it she was walking towards me, I could hear the sharp sound of her heels on the wooden floor, I could feel myself getting hot, she didn’t take her eyes off me, she looked so fierce. As she approached I caught a whiff or her perfume, she started talking but I didn’t take in much of what she said. I watched her red lips moving, her thick eye lashes fluttering when she blinked, I was so caught up, overwhelmed by my senses. Her hand slipped into mine, she pulled me up from my seat and walked me outside to a cab. I followed behind her blindly like a lost puppy, I knew in that moment it had happened again, another girl cast her spell over me and I was submitting to her greatness.  

She was here on a business trip, she took me back to the hotel where she was staying. Unlocking the door, she led me inside and hung the little “DO NOT DISTURB” sign on the handle. I could feel myself warming up again. The room was cool inside but it was making no difference. She was hot, smoking hot and I could feel little beads of sweat on my forehead appear due to her presence. My mind raced with anticipation, she didn’t say a word, she didn’t have to. She sat on the edge on the bed, staring again straight into my soul. She slipped her feet out of her black leather heels and I kneeled before her, just like I had pictured. Her feet outstretched and she pushed them up to my face. I began softly kissing her soles, her gaze still on me, watching me worship her. I heard myself mumble,  

“Permission to progress Mistress?”  

She nodded. I could feel the blood rushing down below, my thick shaft hardening as I slipped her stockings down her legs and off over her feet. I moved in closer, kissing up her legs towards her thighs. Her hands moved down my back as she pulled my t-shirt up over my head, her hands moved back and her fingernails dragged up my back, my body shivered with pleasure, my boxers now damp. I continued to kiss up her thighs and moved my hands up to pull up her dress. She had on a black lace thong, I could see her pussy lips peeking through the lace and I slid them to the side to reveal her. She was spread wide and beautiful, I kissed her gently and I heard her moan softly. She was wet for me and I caught a taste of her sweet juices. I pulled her to her feet and returned to my knees, I slid down her panties and buried my face in them, inhaling her scent, submitting, giving her my weakness. Pulling me to my feet she undid my jeans which were now tight, the buttons popped out and she slid down my boxers, examining me. She pushed me to the bed, the soft silk sheets made my body tingle with excitement, she stood back still staring while she removed her dress. She was so beautiful her large breasts hung from her chest and her pussy glistened with moisture. She climbed on top, stroking my cock in her hands, her red fingernails closing around me. Her mouth moved down to my cock she kissed the tip, her red lipstick leaving a trace. She licked up my shaft slowly without breaking eye contact, I held my breath as she did so and before I could remember to breathe again she opened her red lips wide and took me in her mouth. She moved up and down, flicking the tip with her tongue when she came back up, I could feel my body tensing, the pressure building and that familiar feeling arising, she stopped suddenly sensing my pending orgasm. She lay back on the bed and started rubbing her clit lightly, I somehow managed to pull myself together and joined her on the other side of the bed. She reached out and grabbed my dripping cock in her hand, she pulled me by the cock towards her and replaced her rubbing fingers with me. The head of my cock glided over her warm pussy, she was ready for me, she was horny too and I was desperate to please her. I slid my cock firmly inside her, she was so tight and she moaned as I got all the way in. I stayed there for a moment, my balls touching her ass, our faces inches apart. I felt her breath warm against my lips, she kissed me and I started moving slowly in and out, over and over, I got faster, I could feel my arms going weak underneath me. Suddenly she grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me in close and whispered in my ear  

“Harder, fuck me harder.”  

I pulled out suddenly, flung her over and pulled her onto her knees. She was on all fours in front of me on the bed. I grabbed her ass in both hands and spread her, the sheets were wet below her from her dripping pussy. I slipped my dick in and fucked her hard from behind, I pushed her head downwards and she screamed with pleasure into the pillows. I felt her body spasm lightly and her pussy tense around my dick, she came hard and it felt like it lasted a lifetime. I slowed to a stop and to my surprise she revered the roles on me, pushed me to the bed and climbed on top. She lowered her body onto mine, she was soaking and as she slid down my cock we squelched together. She started slowly, teasing me almost, I’m not quite sure how I managed to last this long without cumming but I’m so glad I did. She fucked me hard and I could feel myself reaching the point of no return, her breast bounced up and down as she rode my cock and suddenly I cried out,  

“I’m going to cum!” 

She didn’t stop, if anything she fucked me harder and harder until I felt my self spilling over, I blew my load hard inside her already wet pussy, and she held me close while my body recovered from the high.  

It’s been a week since that night, I haven’t seen her again yet. She lets me text her phone, sometimes she graces me with replies. I send to her every night while she’s sleeping so she can buy her morning coffee. She has me right where she wants me and I can’t help but love it. She fills my every desire; she allows me to serve her every demand. I told myself this wouldn’t happen again, that I wouldn’t get caught up in the fantasy, that I would gain some self-control but the desire to worship her is too strong. She knows I am weak, I think that’s why she picked me that night in the bar, she loves the thrill too, she loves being worshiped and adored. I hope we can see each other again soon, maybe she’ll let me fuck her ass or maybe she’ll fuck mine…