This is a story about a woman dominating a man. If that's not your thing please feel free not to read.
I was determined to do it. I just had to wait for the right moment. I winked at my friend Allison as I started getting up.
"You're not really going to do this, are you? He's going to think you're crazy!"
"Oh believe me, I am a little crazy."
The bar was crowded which made it easy to approach him. With my petite frame it was no challenge to squeeze in between people fighting to get the bartender's attention. Within minutes, I was standing next to him. The smell of sweat was in the air -- music pumping so loud that conversations were made out of uncertain nods of the head and ambiguous laughter. I scanned the room to make sure his girlfriend was out of sight. Once I saw her undeniably perfect ass strutting into the restroom I knew I had my chance.
I 'accidentally' bumped into my target. He turned around to look down at me. He said something but it was so loud in the bar I couldn't make it out. I smiled and said "sorry!"
I used a finger to motion him to bend down so I could talk into his ear. He did exactly that and I used my most sultry voice to ask him his name. He turned his head and spoke into my ear, "Greg."
"Hello Greg, was that your girlfriend I just saw you with?"
"Yep."
"She's beautiful. I mean, like really stunning.'
He was awkward about taking the compliment, "I guess so... I mean yeah, she's pretty hot."
"Is she boring in bed?"
He was surprised by the question and didn't know how to react.
"Beautiful women are the worst in bed. They don't need to work hard since everything comes so easily for them."
"How would you know what beautiful women are like in bed?"
"Oh... I've had my fair share but I don't let them be boring with me."
Greg flushed and he leaned in to me.
"You're beautiful, are you boring in bed?"
I laughed, "um no, I'm a fucking magician."
Greg chuckled, "well magician, what's your favorite trick?"
He thought he was being clever but my response changed his life.
"Making my big black strap-on disappear in your cute little ass."
I laughed again as Greg gulped. I could tell I had firmly planted the hook. He would never admit it in a million years but he was obviously super curious. I reached down and traced the outline of his cock with my finger. He was hard. He was really hard. I walked away without another word.
....
Allison and I came back to the same bar a week later. Greg showed up but this time without his girlfriend just like I knew he would. He ignored me all night but Allison noticed him stealing glances towards me whenever he could.
Greg finally approached me towards the end of the night. He was tipsy. It clearly required a lot of liquid courage for him to buck up and talk to me. Allison let out an, "oh my God" and covered her mouth with glee as he asked to sit with us. She couldn't believe everything had happened exactly as I predicted. She took off with a huge grin on her face.
After Allison left, Greg pulled me into a quiet corner. I could tell he wanted to ask me a million questions but he couldn't get the words out. I could feel myself getting wet. He was a prize. Beautiful and tall with curly blonde hair. Clearly, a man who had never been challenged by anyone let alone a woman. Not douchey enough to be a trust fund kid but he reeked of elite boarding schools. Super waspy just the way I like the men and women I fuck.
I was teased and bullied my whole childhood by his type. Growing up in New Jersey wasn't easy. I came from the wrong side of the tracks but through the hard work of my mom went to the richie-rich schools instead of the borderline halfway houses I was supposed to go to. My dad was an African-American serviceman who wasn't around much. He met my mom at the very end of the Vietnam War so I was an odd mix. I wasn't Black enough or Asian enough to be in either community. I wasn't anything enough to hang with the *it* crowd. It made for a tough existence. I eventually grew into my looks and while the Good Lord did not bless me with big breasts I was fortunate enough to have an exotically beautiful face. In spite of my circumstances I did great in school and got into Princeton -- the waspiest place in the world.
I was socially awkward though and had no romantic partners until high school graduation day when Sally Dawson went down on me underneath the bleachers. After that I understood what made me click and even better -- how to get it. She was captain of the cheerleaders and had always been so mean to me but that fateful day I decided to take a chance and confronted her. I intimidated this exemplar of privilege just by staring deeply into her eyes and telling her that it was clear to everyone her bullying was seated in repressed sapphic desires. Yadda, yadda, yadda -- I soon found myself with my hands in her long blonde hair rubbing my cunt all over her face. That bitch got to know my cunt and ass real well over the summer. She still comes over from Barnard when I tell her to but as cute as she is, I'm more into fucking guys than girls.
Sorry for the tangent. Back to my story.
So having Greg eating out of my hand was turning me on like crazy. I decided to go balls deep rather than play coy.
I gently tweaked his nipple through his shirt as I whispered in his ear, "I'm going to *lovelovelove* giving you anal. It gives me the sickest joy to shove my big strap-on into a cute, tight, little hole. I'll fuck you hard and rough until I cum. You'll whimper like a puppy but never beg me to stop because deep down inside you need to be treated like a slutty little girl. When I finish I'll step back and make you show me your cute little butt so that I can laugh at your gaping sore asshole. You'll hate to admit it but we'll both know you love it because your little cock will get so hard every time I tell you to bend over."
I've discovered that when you say something as provocative as that to an entitled, privileged cocky stud one of two things happen. They either run away or they become my little bitch for as long as I want to play with them. Greg didn't run away.
Greg finally worked up the nerve to ask me everything running through his head. It was clear he had never met someone even close to as kinky as I am. "Had I ever spanked anyone? Had I ever tied anyone up? Did I really have a strap on?" His face got more and more flushed. It was so cute how he tried to be nonchalant by saying things like, "that's crazy" or "that's so weird" or "God, I'd never do that!"
His protests were making me so hot. My panties were soaked. I looked around and managed to take them off without anyone but Greg noticing. I handed them to him and told him to gag himself. He paused for a moment but then looked around and quietly shoved my thong in his mouth.
...
Soon enough we were at my apartment and I asked if he wanted to see my equipment. I showed him my rope, handcuffs, riding crop, blindfolds and then the coup de grâce, my strap-on. I finally took my panties out of his mouth and told him to get undressed. I sat down and teased him -- I even made him dance a little as he undressed to embarrass him. Fuck, he did have a great body and a nice cock. I had to force myself not to jump on him.
I asked if he wanted to get tied up and he nodded 'yes'. I used my rope to tie a harness around his chest and waist. I put a pink collar that said 'SLUT' around his neck and then tied his arms up above his head to keep them out of the way. I pinched his nipples hard -- like, really hard. Every time I did so his cock would bounce and his precum would leak out.
"You're my slut tonight, aren't you?"
He trembled a bit and said, "yes" nervously.
I fed him his precum which he sucked off my fingers without hesitation.
"This is going to be fun."
I had him kneel on the floor and used his own belt to whip him on his ass. I could tell by his reaction that it hurt a lot more than he expected but he didn't try to get up. I belted him until his whole ass was a deep red. He took the pain well and said, "thank you" after every stroke on his own accord. I grabbed my riding crop and gently hit his balls as I stroked his cock. He whimpered and I could tell he was close to cumming so I stopped stroking him and made him suck my fingers clean.
I spit on his asshole and shoved a butplug in roughly. It was smallish but I knew it would feel huge for him. I love this butplug because it makes it very uncomfortable to sit. Of course I immediately made him sit on it on the floor with his back leaning against my sofa.
I took off my dress and stood over him. I teased him, telling him he had a pretty mouth and what I expected him to do with that pretty mouth. I told him he was going to drink me. I warned him I would pee in his mouth someday -- his cock spasmed at that perversity and I smiled evilly.
I turned around to face away from him and then sat back to ride his face.
"Work that tongue."
I wasn't shy about telling him what to do, making it clear he was just a toy for me to use. I put more and more weight on him to drive his head back on the sofa and noted his continued erection as I forced his tongue deeper inside of me. I was cumming all over his face within minutes. I turned around and settled on his face again but now with all my weight on him. I looked in his eyes as I repositioned so that my cunt covered his nose and his tongue was right below my asshole.
He didn't have to be told what to do. His tongue was immediately buried in my asshole. I savored the pleasure -- I love being rimmed!! -- and started slowly swaying on his face as I called him a "dirty asslicker" and worse. It always takes me forever to cum a second time so I kept him under me with his tongue deep in my asshole for a good long ride. Once got close to cumming I was violently gyrating my whole pelvis all over his face. I swear he deserved a purple heart for how he valiantly kept his tongue in my asshole as I squirmed all around. After I finished I stayed in place to reinforce that I was in control. I loved seeing my cum and juices all over his face as I finally stood up.
I left the room briefly and came back with my strap-on in its harness. Greg's eyes got real, real big and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into my bedroom. I stood in front of my full length mirror with Greg kneeling in front of me.
"Show me what a good cocksucker you are."
Greg hesitated and I slapped him. That got his attention.
"I know you want this... open your mouth and lick the tip all sexy while you look up at me. Show me you have a slutty girl mouth."
Greg obeyed. His face turned crimson as he licked the tip while staring up at me. I could see shame, fear, adoration, and lust in his eyes.
"That's it Gregory... you're such a sexy cocksucker, aren't you?"
He moaned.
"Tell me you want my big fat cock in your girly mouth."
The words caught in his throat, "I... I... want it..."
"Want what?"
"Your big cock!"
"In your girly mouth?"
"Yes... please fuck my girly mouth!"
HIs emasculation made me so hot. Part of me wished he put more resistance but it was still *so* awesome.
I commanded, "Suck my cock, like a whore."
I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed my cock further into his mouth. Soon he was gagging on it. I can't even begin to describe how hot it was seeing Greg's blue eyes tear up as I made him gag over and over. He was a reasonably quick learner and he started suppressing his gag reflex. God, I said some awful things to him as I fucked his throat recklessly. I wanted to fuck him hoarse and for some reason the image of him telling his girlfriend he loved her as she wondered what happened to his voice spurred me on. I eventually bottomed out with his nose tickling my belly button. I made him look up at me and kept him in that position for several minutes. Watching him struggle to breathe through his nose like a whore was driving me crazy.
He kept looking up at me with wide scared eyes.
"You want this, don't you?"
He nodded 'yes'.
I taunted, "you want me to fuck you, don't you?"
He nodded 'yes' again.
I finally took my cock out of his mouth. He coughed and struggled to catch his breath. I slapped him hard across the face.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
