Submitting to Her

by Max Sebastian

  But Taylor didn't care I was bouncing back from a relationship - she seemed only pleased that at last, she'd won another night with me. I'd probably have felt a little sad for her had I not as much alcohol in my system as I had. Taylor was a marketing assistant with a consumer goods manufacturer, maybe a couple of years out of college. I'd first hooked up with her many moons ago after an office Christmas party because she'd been the baby sister of someone who'd worked in our accounts department.

  She was pretty, and she smelled of apricots, and she was easy to fall into bed with, though now I'd been exposed to the kind of energy levels of a dominant female, I wondered whether Taylor's pliable manner would hold up.

  She was on the bed almost before the door was closed, and I was quickly in her arms, resolved to try my utmost to forget about Zoey.

  "I missed you," she breathed, as I kissed her neck, marveling at the velvet softness of her skin. "Gina said you got involved with someone at work."

  "I did," I said, remembering that Gina was the name of her sister in our accounts department.

  "Didn't work out?" she asked, happy as ever to lie back and let me do whatever I liked with her, which on this occasion involved moving down to push up her little pink and white top, revealing her cute stomach there for me to kiss.

  "Not really."

  I just brushed my hands over her body, down her slender thighs, checking out her trim figure through the thin white leggings she wore, which along with her top made her look a little trashy perhaps, though fine for a bar and a nightclub as it turned out.

  "Mmm…" she moaned as I pushed up her top even further, to find her little breasts, knowing full well after an evening's viewing that she hadn't bothered with a bra. "I'm glad it didn't work out."

  I swear, her skin tasted as though she'd brushed herself in sugar.

  She was soon moaning and writhing under me as I tasted her flesh, squeezing her little handfuls and grazing her nipples with my fingers. Little cries came as I found her stiff buds with my hot mouth.

  My hand sank down between her legs, feeling the glorious curves of her body, the kind of classically feminine shape that could turn a man on in an instant. Her leggings really were thin - hardly any protection for a night on the town. I could feel the heat of her sex through the stretchy material as well as her underlying underwear.

  "Tell me what you want," I said quietly, knowing how things had been with her before, knowing she was like all those others who just lay back, opened their thighs, allowed their conqueror to take his fill without question before faking an orgasm in an attempt to make him think she was good in bed.

  Taylor looked at me blankly, said: "I want what you want, Aide."

  I looked at her, trying not to feel irritated. What a waste to simply push myself inside her, wriggle about a bit and then empty myself. She was a touch trashy, sure, but she was still beautiful, still a woman who deserved to know the possibilities she was missing out on.

  I said: "I want you to come. Tell me what you like."

  She smiled, her forehead creasing in confusion. "I like you," she said. "You make me come - every time you fuck me."

  I thought back, knowing now that what she said was a lie. I'd never made her come. Had I ever made any of those women come? I suddenly felt a bit of an idiot. Perhaps Zoey had been the only one I'd ever actually given an orgasm.

  Taylor said brightly: "You want me to suck you a little first?"

  She spoke as though it was a spark of blinding inspiration, that no girl had ever thought of before. Foreplay before penetration.

  I stroked her cheek, said: "You know there's more to life than pleasing a guy?"

  "What're you talking about?"

  "Shh…"

  I kissed my way down her stomach, slipping easily between her legs, where my face came to rest in the crux of her thighs. I was ignoring her own wishes, I suppose, in distracting myself with her shape, her scent, her heat as I trailed my mouth and nose over the delicate form of her mound. But she did want what I wanted, so. She seemed to be enjoying my touch, at least, and was never going to stop me. As always, she was happy to simply lie back as a passenger. Only this time, glancing up, I could see her face remained marked by confusion and uncertainty.

  As I explored her hips and inner thighs, turning her this way and that as though she was my own personal sex doll, I enjoyed her candy perfume, her girlish figure. Yet somehow, although she was letting out little sighs and groans at my touch, I got the sense that whatever I did to her, she'd let out those same sounds.

  It was no achievement to give her pleasure, somehow.

  I stopped myself from thinking about it, knowing that my thinking was coming back round to the fact that making love to Zoey - worshipping her as I had tried to do - had been everything to do with achievement. It wasn't that it had been more difficult to give her pleasure, but she'd been more demanding, brighter, more independent. Making her sigh and cry and moan and writhe on a bed had meant so much more.

  It burned inside that I had walked away from all that. What a fool I had been. There must have been a way I could have coped with her ongoing obsession with Brandon. I could have somehow made the demand that she was not going to let him physically hurt her any longer.

  I snapped myself out of my daze, only to find that I'd unconsciously rolled down Taylor's leggings - and her panties, and was now rubbing her bare pussy, coaxing her with my fingers.

  God, she was so limp, she'd even let my unconscious self strip her virtually naked. I hadn't even noticed.

  Taylor lay on her back, but her hips and legs were turned to the side, revealing her pert behind as well as her little pink pussy. I kissed her cheeks while my fingers sought out her soft folds and the wetness that was very apparent already, breathing in the earthier scent of her arousal along with the constant syrupy sweetness of her perfume.

  There wasn't a hint of hair anywhere on her body, and her pussy was waxed clear. With her copious juices, it was easy for me to sink two fingers inside her. The penetration made her gasp, but I wanted more.

  "What're you doing?" she asked, sounding a little dazed.

  "Whatever I want, isn't that what you said?"

  "I guess…"

  I think if this had been one of the previous occasions I'd been with Taylor, the very next move would have been replacing my fingers in her tightness with my cock. Really, she was pretty enough, she was certainly wet enough, so in I'd be.

  In that moment, it was easy to see just how much I'd been changed by Zoey. She'd opened my eyes. I now craved more - I wanted to taste this girl lying before me, I wanted to feast on her, I ultimately realized that I wanted to please her - force her out of her fakery into real unadulterated satisfaction.

  Off came my top and my t-shirt, leaving me bare-chested to strip off her leggings and panties fully, before parting her thighs and sinking onto her open flower.

  "Hey what? Oh…"

  A gasp as she felt the heat of my mouth now close on her sensitive folds, my tongue emerge to delve into her slit and flicker over her clit, my fingers to slip inside her to support. She hadn't been expecting this at all, though she was happy enough to lie there on her back accepting it, moaning as I continued to devour her hairless pussy, appreciating the savory tang of her plentiful wetness as she gripped my head firmly with her highly-manicured hands.

  Though she was no Zoey, she did make cute little noises born from surprise and enlightenment as I showed her more attention and focus than she'd probably received from all her previous dates combined.

  I think merely in showing her the possibilities that a man can achieve with his mouth, rather than any other part of his anatomy, it felt like some kind of achievement. That, at least, was distracting for me.

  It amused me that she started off by making the kind of noises she thought I wanted to hear, the kind of responses she believed would make me think I was some kind of love god - and after a few moments of tenderly licking and sucking her pussy, her acting had fallen away
and she was simply giving in to the sensations rushing throughout her system - and her writhing and groaning and shuddering and gasping bore witness to the true feelings I was giving her.

  "Oh God, Aiden... oh my sweet Lord…"

  There was a fair amount of blaspheming from the former Baptist girl. Afterwards, I think she must have thought she'd had some kind of religious experience.

  I nearly suggested that she had Zoey to thank for that particular orgasm. The sudden memory of my dark-haired goddess speared me right through the heart.

  I almost missed Taylor bouncing up from the bed, saying brightly: "My turn?"

  Taylor pulled my pants down only enough to free up my cock, to which she reacted with a suitably delighted squeal as though it were a favorite toy finally returned to her.

  I looked at her, thinking how Zoey would probably have finished up by now, after making her come. She'd keep me in denial until I really, really needed release. This seemed somehow cheap.

  In this new reality, though, Taylor was not Zoey. I'd have to look far and wide to find someone like her.

  Taylor lay over me, clutching the base of my cock in one hand as she took me straight in her mouth, her silky blonde hair trailing over my stomach as her fingers tightened around my shaft, which couldn't help but harden under her heated assault.

  I let out a moan - it did feel good, though there was that hollow feeling about it, empty, like it wasn't properly earned.

  I lay back, closed my eyes, and couldn't help but imagine the dark hair, bright eyes and powerful presence of my Zoey. Oh, what an idiot I'd been just leaving her like that. There must have been another answer. I'd regret losing her for the rest of my life.

  What if every single sexual partner from now on turned out to feel like this to me, like Taylor? Empty, limp, lifeless. Too easy to please.

  Taylor was moaning as she continued to bob her head up and down my shaft, and I felt I was doing her a disservice, shutting my eyes and imagining another woman. She was pretty, she was certainly sexy. She'd made the effort after I'd drunk-dialed her the previous evening with a sudden offer of drinks and maybe more.

  When I opened my eyes, I receive the kind of startling shock that might well have stopped my heart had I been a couple of decades older.

  Zoey stood over by the door, arms folded, watching Taylor sucking my cock.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  I jumped, of course, but could hardly move with a blonde clamped over my thighs, lips locked around my manhood.

  Zoey looked stunning in a short white skirt and yellow blouse, which seemed so unlike her as a fashion choice, I would have probably said something if the situation hadn't been so bizarre. Her glasses were slightly different, too - horn-rimmed this time, though still small and elegant, they appeared slightly softer on her face than the frames they'd replaced.

  She did look terrifying to me, though I suspect she would have looked terrifying in any outfit. Standing there by the door, she didn't say anything, just watched with a disdainful expression on her beautiful face, checking out the scene and the bottle blonde currently servicing me on the bed. I couldn't tell if she was going to shout at me or kiss me.

  Taylor didn't even seem to notice - thinking my gasp had been from her oral skills.

  I just lay there for a moment, a rabbit trapped in the headlights. My every cell seemed to cry out for the strong brunette standing by the door, my every muscle clamoring for her to come and take Taylor's place.

  As the blonde continued sucking and licking my cock, for some reason I saw Zoey's expression soften. Well, I had walked out on her. We had been separated for some months by now - we were certainly no longer an item. I had more right to be here in my bedroom having my erection polished by another woman than Zoey had the right to be standing in my bedroom at all.

  For some reason, I had the sitcom "Friends" running through my head - Ross Geller screaming "we were on a break!" regarding his infidelity while in a lovers' tiff with his long-term crush, Rachel Green.

  We were on a break.

  I made a slight move of the arms as though to push myself up, so that I could stop Taylor and then actually deal with this situation.

  But Zoey gave a slight shake of her head.

  Continue, her eyes told me.

  What?

  I shot a confused look back at her, but she gave me another slight shake of the head, telling me not to stop, a swoosh of the hand to signal I was to continue. And now she was wandering over, circling the end of the bed watching the scene before her, even checking out Taylor's butt and her oral technique.

  I was still confused, though having Zoey there, meandering silently and gracefully around the bed while a near-naked blonde bobbed up and down on my cock, I was at least highly aroused.

  Taylor was humming along, clearly happy that she was apparently making me really hard now. Still I had no idea what to say. My brain was more than slightly starved of blood, but even so. Did I stop Taylor, demand that Zoey get out? Shout at her for having no rights to come in, and so on?

  But I didn't want Zoey to get out. I wanted Taylor to get out. Oh Brandon be damned, I wanted Zoey more than anything in the world.

  My brown-haired goddess leaned over the bed, and I was surprised again as the corners of her mouth turned up into a quiet, mischievous smile. She looked at me, and gazed closely at Taylor's rear, her pussy. Then she tucked her hair up behind an ear, and gently perched down on the edge of the bed, giving me a strangely imperious expression.

  She seemed to warm my insides by several degrees, just looking at me like that. It was as though she was saying: you're still mine, Jones. But I forgive you this little dalliance. Her eyes also seemed impressed that I had found myself such a pretty little blonde to suck my cock.

  Then she leaned forward, and crawled over to me, and to my complete surprise, held her hair out of her face and pushed forward to kiss me.

  Oh God, I so very nearly exploded in Taylor's mouth.

  Zoey's kiss was so powerfully sensual.

  My every sense was overwhelmed by her, her softness, her power, her sweetness, her purpose. I didn't even notice Taylor, didn't see how she reacted to suddenly seeing this strange new arrival move in on the guy whose cock was buried down her throat.

  Yet Zoey continued to kiss me, and Taylor continued to lick and stroke and suck my cock.

  After a few minutes, Zoey broke away from me, her cheeks a little pink from our kiss, and she moved down towards Taylor, placing her fingers gently in the blonde girl's hair - almost affectionately. I just watched, quite unbelieving. I know Zoey had already seen me with Ms Jenkinson, but this was somehow completely different.

  Zoey was smiling at Taylor, who quietly made way for her to take over kissing the end of my cock while she wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

  Taylor just watched, stroking my leg as my beautiful goddess ramped up my pleasure levels by a factor of a few thousand. Zoey really was incredible, her tongue sampling me, lashing me, massaging my hardness, playing with me. She sank down on my shaft, and my whole body trembled with the force sweeping through me.

  It wasn't just sexual conduct, it was more than that. It held a meaning that just wasn't there with Taylor.

  Zoey broke away and now kissed my stomach so sensually, and then both girls were there licking my cock at once, brushing rogue strands of hair over each other's faces as they shared my hardness. Licking together, then one of them taking me into her mouth for a few beats, before withdrawing so the other could suck on me instead.

  Somehow sensing that this was going to be a little much for me to sustain, Zoey moved away, leaving my cock to Taylor, as she returned to my face, her blouse falling open though I hadn't seen her unfasten its buttons, her bare breasts touching down where I could suck on them.

  "What are you doing here?" I whispered.

  She held my throat and dropped down to kiss my mouth. "I came to get you back."

  And I knew with everything inside me that she had done just
that - though Taylor was still with us, rapidly becoming our shared toy, I knew I wasn't going to be able to step away from my goddess again. I'd have to deal with the Brandon issue somehow, but it wouldn't involve leaving Zoey.

  "I thought you wanted Brandon instead," I said.

  "No," she said, giving me her superb breasts to play with, to kiss, to lick. "He's gone. I won't see him again."

  I felt unbelievably good at that. It felt like winning the Mega Millions jackpot.

  "We did have fun, didn't we?" I said, now sounding as though I was begging her to come back to me, not vice versa.

  "And can again," she said, those pretty brown-almond eyes of hers sparkling.

  It seemed strange, reminiscing, reconnecting, talking it out while Taylor continued to service my erection. But the blonde looked up and smiled at us both, and I thought she seemed somehow impressed at us - perhaps assuming we had stage-managed this three-way, leaving me to seduce her and bring her home for Zoey. It was unconventional to her, an experience. And perhaps her earlier orgasm helped open her eyes to anything.

  I knew Zoey had once given me to our chief executive as some kind of sacrificial offering, but again I was a little taken aback at how easily she shared me with another woman. Leaving our new friend to my cock, she seemed happy to drape her breasts over me, allowing me free access to her hard nipples while we maintained our discussion.

  "It got too serious," I said in between mouthfuls of her sweet buds. "With Brandon."

  "He was a mistake."

  "A mistake you made twice?"

  She moved down to kiss my mouth forcefully, her tongue squirming against mine, probing me, trying to calm me through distraction. God, she was a good kisser. It's so easy to forget how some girls can literally sweep you into another world with nothing more than a kiss.

  "The first time I was trying to hurt you back," she said, snatching a breath or two as my palms now found her breasts, my fingers taking up where my lips had left off. "The second time… I had too much to drink, I wasn't sure what I wanted."