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I know what he needs
Chapter One
I know you've heard this before, it seems far too many stories start out this way, but this really is a true story, only the names have been changed.This is a story about a man I know, a man who has become very useful to me and one who changed my life in some small way.
First let me introduce myself. My name is Pepper. I am middle aged now but in my younger days I was quite the beauty. I won several beauty contests and graduated high in my university. I have large breasts that seem to attract the kind of men that I really don't care for but I also have a nice body and most of all I have the ability to charm a man.
Most men are very sexual when they are around me, they seem to sense in me the ability to be whatever they wish me to be. Take my second husband, please, he was a real prick. He saw me as a party girl, I became a party girl. He enjoyed watching men fuck me, he brought women home and went into orgasmic utopia when I sucked their pussies. We had threesomes, foursomes and more, but in the end he abused me and ignored me.
It was during our divorce that I met SJ, he was a Police Detective I had approached to try and get evidence against my husband for the divorce. He was about 46 at the time, an attractive man but not someone I would normally associate with.
SJ helped me immensely with my divorce, he was always there when I needed him and I became fond of him. I began to see him in a different sort of light. He became my friend and I his. He visited me for no other reason than to chat and keep my spirits up.
At some point I began to realize that even though he was a friend he found me sexually desirable. Being the very sexual woman I was I led him on. We began to express our feelings about sex. I took his lead and what ever he spoke of I agreed, where ever his thoughts and fantasizes went, I followed with enthusiasm. I soon began to realize that SJ was very much taken by the act of cunnilingus. I even mentioned it to him once.
"You're very oral aren't you?" I said to him as we sat talking.
"Yes," he smiled sheepishly, "Very much, but primarily giving, notreceiving."
I was a little surprised at his not wanting to receive oral sex but at the same time I was titillated by the thought that this man could be easily controlled by his desires.
"Is that something you do often?" I inquired with a smile.
"I only wish," he said with a sigh, "Mostly it's just a fantasy."
We spent the rest of the evening together and that evening I allowed his wis to come true!
We got a little drunk and started kissing, the kisses turned into deep kisses. We fondled each other. His fingers found my wetness and mine found his hardness. We slowly removed our clothing as we caressed and stroked each other. His passion overwhelmed him and with a little coaxing I soon had him on his knees, his face between my thighs.
He was a good lover. His lips and tongue were as good, if not better,than any I had ever experienced. But it was his enthusiasm that set him apart from all my other lovers. He sucked with an intensity and hunger that I had never before encountered. He could never seem to get enough, his tongue was tireless, his mouth a vacuum for my many orgasms.
We changed positions many times that night but always with me in control and always with his mouth attached to my pussy. I used him that night, used his mouth to wipe out all the abuse I had received from men over the years, I used his mouth to suck away all those memories, I used his mouth the way a man uses a woman's mouth, I fucked it, I came in it. I reveled in his servile behavior and I became intoxicated with the power that I had over him.
I had never known such power before. Of course I had always had somesmall amount of power because I was able to use my body to get what I wanted, but always in a submissive way. The power I received from SJ was a totally different animal, it was mind control and I had it. It was a power that I would use over and over throughout our relationship. One that grew and grew until it became what it is today, total control.
It was late into the night when I finally allowed him to slide his throbbing cock into my thoroughly sucked pussy. It didn't take him long. Within a few seconds he had spent himself inside me and lay gasping on top of me.
I lay there contemplating what had just happened and what I could do with this new-found power when he began to slowly slide down my body.
"Are you asleep?" he asked.
I lay still and only opened my eyes enough to peek down at his face.
"Are you asleep Pepper?" he asked again, some what louder. I onlymumbled and sighed, pretending I was asleep. I was very curious as to what he intended to do.
When I gave no answer he waited for a few seconds and then, convinced of my slumber, slid down my body until his face was once again at my pussy. Suddenly I felt the heat of his tongue probing the edge of my labia. I held my breath as he gently licked, then softly took one lip into his mouth and began to suck it.
I couldn't believe it, he was sucking my pussy after he had cum inside me. No one had ever done that, not even the queers that my ex-husband had brought home. I felt an excitement and lewdness rise up in me that went beyond all imagination.
I moaned softly as he began to suck, I peered down over my belly into his face as he nuzzled further into my open cunt. His eyes were closed and there was a look of adoration on his face. I moaned softly and mumbled an approval of his behavior.
Slowly as though trying not to wake me he lifted my knee and slid his head underneath. Now I could only see the top of his head so I opened my eyes to better watch this spectacle of obscene lust. I felt his mouth again, or rather his tongue as it probed deeply into my cunt. I moaned restlessly and moved my hips, responding as a sleeping woman might. Encouraged by my drowsy passion he slid his palms under my hips and pulled my cunt to his mouth. I again moaned, but this time in true yearning and allowed my thighs to open for him.
I gently lifted my leg and slid it over his back, careful to maintain the illusion that I was still in a state of semi-consciousness. I felt my cunt open to him, displaying my flesh in a way that caused me to tremble with lust. I was rewarded by an immediate and powerful suction as his mouth sucked my swollen pubes inside his mouth . I could feel my juices, and his cum, flowing from my cunt to his mouth. I strained and forced more of his cum out of my pussy into his waiting mouth. He groaned loudly and sucked harder.
I knew I had to maintain my little charade, I could not yet let him know that I was aware of what he was doing. He was doing this for himself, not for me, and I wanted him to enjoy it. I knew this was my hook, this was what would enslave him.
As he sucked his cum from my cunt I could tell he was stroking himself. He had raised his hips and I could see his arm moving rapidly in a motion that could only be that of masturbation. It excited me to know that he was so aroused and I knew that arousal came from more than just sucking my cunt, it was so arousing because he was eating his cum. I wanted him to eat all he wanted!
He must have stroked himself to exhaustion because finally in a long groan he raised himself from my pussy and moved his hips forward. I watched in amazement as he shuddered and then directed his hot cum on my waiting pussy. Once again his palms lifted my hips to his mouth and he hungrily lapped my pussy. His cum flowed from me along with my own as I has another orgasm.
Later, much later, after he had removed every trace of his cum from my still throbbing pussy he slowly rose from the bed and dressed. Just before he left he knelt beside me and gently kissed me. I remember the overpowering aroma of my pussy that clung to his face and I wondered if he would wash it before he went home to his wife.
It was several days before I saw him again. We had both been busy and it was not easy for him to get away from his wife in the evenings. Early one afternoon he arrived while I was washing my car. He said he only ha a few minutes so I offered to make coffee and we sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee and talking.
I kept expecting him to say some thing about our little session but he kept the conversation light and acted as though it had never happened. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I was kind of angry because I though if he would not grovel at my for another taste of my pussy he would at least thank me for a good time.
As he stood and started to leave I decided to humble him.
