I'm an outwardly masculine guy, an alpha male who's very much in charge at work, at play, and in day to day life. But I have a secret side that no one knows about - I'm clit obsessed, a pussy slave, an oral submissive who cannot resist the chance to feast on female genitalia. I think and dream about this most delicious pleasure constantly - it is my magnificent obsession. I'm a charter member of Cuntaholics Unanimous and my knees turn to jelly at the mere prospect of viewing, adoring and worshipping the heaven between a woman's thighs. It's a happily incurable addiction and I will live with this blessed curse until the day I die.
I occasionally receive responses to my fantasy blog - which is essentially a plea to be fed hot wet delicious cunt. Like others before her, M said that she enjoyed my writing and paid me the penultimate compliment - I made her pussy wet. But unlike the others - she lives in Toronto, and this alone made my heart pound with excitement and my throat dry with fervent speculation. We chat pleasantly by email and confess our desires - I'm an eager oral sub who loves to please, and she is a nasty demanding bitch whose kink is force feeding her extremely juicy cunt to a bound and helpless slave. She's a fitness instructor and personal trainer and demands devotion and obedience. I confess that she's the answer to my carnal dreams.
We agree to meet at her gym, after closing. Out of trepidation and curiosity, I arrive early to watch her at work. She's thirty something, a lean pretty face with short dark hair, kinda butchy, and slim and wiry with not an ounce of body fat anywhere. Bordering on flat-chested, but with prominent erect nipples punctuating her sweat-soaked t-shirt. And a small muscular ass, deliciously riveting in tight see-through yoga pants. She barks and screams instructions over the loud pulsing music, like a drill sergeant, and carries something between a whip and a cane, which she constantly strikes on the floor. Relentlessly pushing her dozen or so overweight, but wannabe fit, disciples. I fear that I may have bitten off more than I can chew.