I am going to write two short stories of times when I found myself in a generally submissive situation to a woman. I am not submissive by nature, nor a cuck, and don't like humiliation and the like. If you are looking for such stories, then this is not for you. I try write as accurately as I can about what happened; yet I try to keep the story short enough to value the reader's time.
I will begin with the more recent episode which occurred in the last year.
I will call her Sarah. We are both 50-somethings and met through a social club where we interacted and flirted frequently despite her being married. We had much in common and genuinely seemed to like to chat. She is an athletic woman and played college-level sports. She gives off the aura of a woman who may have had more than a casual lesbian relationship or two in college, but she seems to be a happily settled wife and mother enjoying the pleasant trappings of an upper middleclass life. Such trappings also lead to boredom and flirtations and frequently to a situation where a man such as me might get to take such a lady to bed. This is what I thought would happen when she invited me over to her mother's house one weekend day last year. Sarah's mother is an avid bingo player after church, so her house is vacant for several hours each Sunday morning.
Sarah, as I said, is 50-something (It's bad form to ask exactly, so I didn't), has a slightly overly muscled build but not in a negative way. She has dark skin, brown eyes and black hair with some grey strands. She might be 5'4", but no more. I normally encounter her in athletic gear based on the social club we belong to being of a sporting nature.
In yoga pants and a T-shirt is how I found her when I arrived at her mother's house that first morning. It seems she told her family she was off to have a workout. She was toweling off her hair as I entered the house and explained she had just had a shower. I figured that was a great indicator that she might be planning to have sex.
We had a Bloody-Mary each and made nervous small talk for about ten minutes until Sarah final said, "If you're gonna kiss me, you should get to it. My mom will be back in a couple hours."
I needed no second invitation and we kissed for several minutes. I was thinking is was time to make a move and either touch her breasts or grab her ass, when she grabbed my hand and brought it down to her crotch and slid it inside her tight, yet stretchy, yoga pants. A thick soft bush of pubic hair awaited me. Her hand continued to force my hand lower until my fingers found her wet slippery pussy. I fingered her as we kissed briefly. She then broke off the kiss and headed to the couch where she threw a towel down, pulled her yoga pants off, and sat down. I was right behind her. Her legs were slightly spread exposing her hairy pussy. I began to unbutton my jeans, when she said, "No."
I was thinking she was having second thoughts, but she beckoned me with her finger. I realized I had forgotten my manners. I am actually a man who likes to eat pussy, and here was a freshly-showered lady with a dark-black bush of hair glistening with her own sexy juices. I grew up in an era when women all had lots of pubic hair, but subsequently women became barer and barer to the point where I had not seen more than a strip of hair in a woman in years. (The problem was no doubt made worse by living in a large east coast city).
But I digress. I quickly knelt down before Sarah and went to work on her. I don't wish to brag, but it wasn't more than ten minutes before Sarah was breathing with the unique and beautiful sound of a woman about to come. And come she did. Her legs shook and her feet pressed onto the carpet raising her cunt up against my face. I licked her madly as she came.
Once she relaxed and her breathing was back to a more normal pace, I sat up, wiped the wetness off the back of my face with my arm and admired the view. She was still wearing her T-shirt and socks. It was an odd but exotic look. I was thinking it was now time to get my damned pants off. I stood up and unbuttoned the top buttons. Again, she said, "No." I was certainly confused now. I was going ask if she wanted to use a condom: I had one in my pocket. But I buttoned my pants back up. She smiled and, once more, used her finger to invite me back in.
I like to consider myself a generous lover, and I know many women who climax only from oral sex, so I gladly went back down between her athletic legs and licked, sucked, and kissed her pussy until she came again. This time she came twice in a row. Neither as strong as the first time. She held the back of my head firmly which was unique. I have been with women who like to run their fingers through my hair as I make oral love to them, but Sarah, was using my head like a steering wheel.
As she caught her breath, I thought to myself, 'Surely I will get to fuck this unique lady now.' I could not have been more wrong. She got up, put her yoga pants back on and lead me to the kitchen, and unbuttoned my pants. My jeans and boxer were quickly around my ankles where I kicked them free.
Was I to bend her over the kitchen table to fuck her? Was she going to kneel on the hard tile floor to give me head? My hard cock pointed obscenely at the ceiling. She smiled at me and grabbed my penis like a leash and began to stroke me.
I like to think I am an experienced lover, but after eating pussy for a half hour and being with a new woman for the first time, I realized any prolonged handjob would result in me coming all over her mother's kitchen floor. I wanted her to stop before I embarrassed myself like a high school youth. Sarah walked me over to the sink, and told me, "Keep your hands behind your back the whole time." And then she stroked my cock hard and fast. I knew I was in trouble and tried to hold back. I saw she had an amused smile on her face as she worked away on my cock.
If she was into giving hand jobs, I figured I might as well enjoy it. I felt myself reach the point of no return. My entire body tensed, and Sarah stopped stroking me. She grabbed the base of my cock and aimed it at the sink. A few seconds passed. My cock twitched a few times and then, slowly, a small amount of cum dribbled from the tip and into the sink. Perhaps twenty seconds passed before Sarah released the base of my dick from her grasp and began to jack me off again.
My cock had remained hard and felt very sensitive as she stroked me again. This time perhaps only a minute passed before I tensed again. This time I was not surprised when she released my dick, grabbed the base softly and we both watched another small load of cum drain slowly into the sink. It was embarrassing and erotic to watch her control me like this. The third time I came she fully removed her hand from my dick. A final small load dribbled out.
I was now fully spent. Normally I come hard for ten seconds and get full satisfaction. This time I had not fully enjoyed an orgasm but the entire length of them had exceeded a minute for sure. It had not been an unenjoyable experience. I was about to go grab my jeans and leave when Sarah grabbed my overly sensitive dick and began to furiously jack me off again. This time is was nearly painful as she pumped my softening cock. I began to push her hand away at one point.
