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I’m not naturally a submissive person. I can be a bit overbearing at times. Not intentionally, I just have a strong drive to get what I want.

It’s why I’ve all the time liked strong women. Push overs are boring. I like a challenge. That sexual tension-charged “sparring”gets me going like nothing else.

That’s what drew me to her in the first place. Well ok, her body is what drew me in the first place, but her strength is what really set the hook.

The first time she invited me to her hotel room on a company trip I knew I would get lost in her world. She’s an old world goddess of sex in every way. The way she moves. The sounds she makes. The way her body feels. She’s fucking magic.

And she can handle everything I throw at her. She wasn’t the least bit intimidated when I hold her face down on the bed and shove myself inside her. She’d raise her hips off the mattress and tell me to fuck her harder. She could handle when things got rough.

That’s the thing. She knows how to handle me.

I’m bigger than her. Stronger than her. We both know that physically I could make her do whatever I wanted. But she’s smarter than me. Or at least more wily. She knows how to work me and get me to do whatever she wants.

I don’t know how to describe it. She’s just gotten in my brain some way that makes me want nothing more than to make her feel good. I think about it, obsess over it really, always.

I don’t ask about her husband and she doesn’t bring him up. She just texts me when she’s horny and I show up as quick as I can.

I knew things were changing the first time she invited me over to her house. Our hands were all over each other the second she closed the door behind me. I had her pushed up against the wall, my lips on her neck, my hands wandering her body as her fingers curled into my hair.

I stood up straight, cupped her chin in my hand, ran my thumb over her lips and said, “I’ve been dreaming about having these lips wrapped around my dick all day.”

She put her hands on my chest and gave me a little shove back. Her lips curled into an impish smile as she said, “Ask.”

I’m sure my face showed my confusion when I asked, “What?”

Her smile grew wider. “If you want me to suck your dick, say ‘please.’”

Now I am all about consent, 100%, but I am not a “please” sort of guy. I could feel that fire rising up on my chest, that dominant pressure that comes right before I shove her against the wall and take her roughly.

Oh but she knew me. She knew I was a half second away from wrapping my hand around her neck. She stepped in real close, put her hand on my chest and leaned her body into me. She trailed a hand down my stomach and started gently rubbing my cock through my pants. A malicious smile tweaked the corner of her lips. Her wide eyes were equal parts innocent and evil.

“You like the way I suck your dick, don’t you? You like when I swirl my tongue around your tip. How I push my head down until I’ve taken all of you down my throat. You want it. I can feel how much you want it. All you have to do is say ‘please’”

She was slowly moving her body against mine, and working some sort of msging with her hand. It was intoxicating.

I closed my eyes and groaned. Through clenched teeth I said, “Please.”

I could almost hear her smile grow wider, “Please, what?”

“Fuck,” I growled. “Please suck my dick?”

It was humiliating.

But the embarrassment lasted only a second when I heard her softly purr, “mhm” and slide her body down mine as she got on her knees.

She unbuckled my belt and pants – slowly, too fucking slowly. I was so damn hard that when she pulled my pants down my dick sprung free and slapped her in her face.

She didn’t even flinch. She flicked her tongue over my tip, sending shivers through my entire body, and began kissing her way down my shaft. She held my dick in one hand as she began licking and sucking on my balls.

It was fucking heaven – it was fucking torture. I wanted her to never stop but I was dying to be inside her too. She made these little slurping noises as she sucked on my balls. It was the sexiest fucking thing.

I wanted to shove my dick in her mouth, hold her head against the wall, and fuck her face with reckless abandon. But it felt so good and I couldn’t bring myself to make her stop.

She started rubbing her thumb just below the tip of my dick. Such a simple little trick, but I swear at the moment I would have set the world on fire just to have a moment inside her.

She kissed her way back up my cock and wrapped her lips around my tip. She looked me square in the eyes as she slid her head down, slowly taking my entire dick down her throat.

She held it there just a moment, bobbed her head a couple times, and pulled herself off me.

And just like that she was done.

I opened my eyes to see she had stood and was walking away from me. She pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it to the floor as she walked. “Leave your close and come get on the bed. I’m going to ride that dick like you’ve never seen before.”

I stripped off my clothes and followed after her. I hadn’t been in her house before and didn’t know where she was going, but I followed the trail of her shoes and panties she’d left on the floor.

I managed to catch up with her just as she entered the bedroom. She was a fucking sight to behold in just her bra, her bare ass jiggling with each step. I hurried up behind her and put a hand on her hip.

She paused for just a moment, just long enough for my moment to carry me into her. Her skin was hot and soft pressed against me for that moment. Then she reached behind her, wrapped her fingers around my cock and continued walked.

She lead me on, holding my dick like a dog on a leash, until we reached the bed. She guided me around so I was facing her, the back of my knees against the bed. She put her hands on my chest and shoved.

She didn’t have the mass to actually push me over, but I followed her lead and plopped down on the bed. She followed right after, not saying a word. She climbed on top of me, pushing me down flat on my back as she straddled me.

She pressed herself down on my dick and slowly started grinding her hips, sliding her pussy up and down my dick. Then she raised herself up and guided me into her. She let out a little purr as she lowered herself onto my dick.

She leaned over and put her hands on my chest as she began to ride me – slowly at first, with long, sensual movements of her hips. Gradually she started moving faster, not bouncing on my cock but swirling her hips – a seductive dance as erotic as it was graceful.

As her speed increased her movements became tighter, more focused. She pressed herself down on me, grinding herself against my pelvis.

I slid my hands up her hips, over her stomach, and began massaging her breasts through her bra. She moaned as my hands wandered over her body – the most sensual sound I’ve ever heard.

She began rocking her hips harder and harder, her back arched, her eyes closed. She leaned back, rested her hands on my thighs behind her, and rode me with a desperate passion.

I tried to lift her up a little so I could thrust into her, but she just pressed down harder, holding me in place as she rode. My body tensed. My dick ached to fill her with my cum.

She knew I was close. She must have felt it. She leaned back over, her hands on my chest, and looked me in the eyes. “Don’t cum yet. Don’t cum until I say.”

But she didn’t let up. Didn’t even slow down. She worked my body on my cock even harder, her mouth telling me not to cum and her body demanding that I do. She wanted to make me cum, even while I tried not to. She wanted me to fail.

And god did I.

I groaned as I exploded inside her. I saw her close her eyes, and throw her head back, a tiny smile playing at her lips, as I pumped her pussy full of my cum.

She ground herself on my the whole time, riding with a ferocity no man could withstand. And just as the last spasm wracked my body she pulled herself off my cock.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she mumbled as she slid her body up mine. She planted her knees on either side of my head and lowered herself onto my face. “Finish me off,” she said. “Use that tongue to help me cum.”

I fucking did.

I clamped my mouth on her pussy, kissing, licking, sucking. I slid my tongue between her pussy lips and up over her clit.

I could taste my own cum on her Pusey, but I didn’t care because I could taste her too – and it was exhilarating. I just wanted to make her cum.

She started moving her hips agains, pressing herself down onto my tongue. She grabbed my head with both hands and held me still as she grinding her pussy onto my face.

I kept my mouth open and tongue out but I let her grind against my entire head – let her use whatever she wanted to make herself cum.

She started bucking her hips harder, pulling my face tighter against her body. My arms were mostly pinned against the bed but I was able to reach up and hold onto her hips as she clamped her thighs around my head.

She started mumbling to herself as she rode my face:

“Lick that pussy!”
“Use that tongue to make me cum!”
“That’s right, get that tongue inside there deep!”

She was riding me so hard it hurt, but I lapped at her pussy for all I was worth, desperate to make her cum as hard as she had made me.

Her mumbling became an animalistic groan as she clamped her legs tight around me and pushed herself down with nearly her entire weight. Her entire body began to shudder as she closed her eyes tight.

My god it was a spectacular sight. Looking up from between her legs, her breasts heaving, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I lapped at her clit as she rode me through her climax.

Slowly she regained control of her body. Her movements slowed and she began lightly sliding herself over my tongue. After a minute or two she lifted herself off my face and scooted back so she was sitting on my chest.

She looked down at me and smiled, her face flushed and her breaths heavy. She ran a finger over my lips, wiping a bit of the mixture of our cum. She slid her finger into my mouth, the raised her hand to hers and licked it clean.

I kept my hands on her thighs, rubbing them softly – not saying a word, just enjoying the loot of satisfaction on her face.

“Phew,” she said. “You certainly know how to eat pussy.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

She smiled too and leaned back to rest her hands on my knees. As she did, her arm bumped my cock and she noticed I was hard and throbbing once again.

“You’re ready to go again?” She asked slyly.

“Fucking right, I am,” I said.

“Once I catch my breath I’m going to get off you,” she said. “I’m going to get on all fours and stick my ass in the air for you. This time you’re going to eat my ass. After that I’ll let you fuck me again. I want you to fuck me like your life depends on it.”

“Yes-fucking-mam,” I growled.

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