To some extent, it was my fault. Tara and I had been good friends for some time.
I knew she didn't have normal relationships with guys, she liked being the
dominant partner in any relationship too much for normalcy to take a grip on her
sex life. I could understand why though; she's about 5 feet 11 inches tall and a
very serious bodybuilder so she usually carried herself at just over one hundred
ninety pounds. I myself was only 5 feet 5 inches tall barely over 160 pounds. We
made an interesting sight whenever we went out for a friendly dinner or just to
catch a movie. I knew that Tara was heavily into FemDom and only dated smaller
males she could toss around with her superior strength. This is whatled to her
future problem with me. I'm the REALLY laid back type, I don't like to make
decisions about unimportant things like restaurant or movie choices. As a matter
of fact, there really are very few things that I'm assertive about so Tara had
become the "dominant" partner in our friendship in her eyes. In her defense, she
was the "dominant" partner for all intents and purposes, except that it was by
default not by MY choice. She took my letting her make all the decisions in our
friendship as my ceding control over to her. She became more and more assertive
and this was fine with me, I wasn't invested enough in the entire situation to
really bother. She understandably, at least from her view, took this as a
further sign that I wanted her to truly "dominate" in our relationship. This was
a mistake of interpretation on her part, it wasn't that I wanted her to be
'dominant'. The truth was that nothing that I did with her was important enough
for me to get my way. This all led to her attempt to seduce me into consummating
our friendship and make me the sub to her FemDom. Like I said she likes smaller
men, she can toss around, she had never challenged me to the type of physical
contests she likes with her men because for her it's a very sexual experience. I
had showed a certain amount of interest in her activities, but again it was a
lot more trying to understand what the guys got out of it than wanting to be one
of those guys, plus she was a good enough friend and you have to talk about
those types of things with friends. We were having dinner at a great little
Italian place that I had introduced her to. She seemed extremely excited that
evening, anxious but expectant at the same time. I could feel the tension in the
air but for the most part ignored figuring she just wanted to talk about her
newest conquest. "Mike?" Tara said quietly. I looked up from the vodka linguine,
I was enjoying to look at her. "I'd like to ask you something?" I nodded. "Would
you like to come over to my place tonight and mix it up?" she asked me. "Mixing
it up" is what I had nicknamed the fights her and her men get into where she
tosses them around. From what she had told me it was a combination wrestling and
fighting match where she got to trounce on the guy for about 20 minutes to a
half-hour, and finally fuck him into unconsciousness. I put my fork down. This
situation had to be handled delicately. It's not every day that a good friend
asks to sleep with you. I hadn't really considered it. Don't get me wrong, Tara
is a beautiful woman. She has gorgeous shoulder-length black hair with just a
hint of curl in it. Olive-skin and deceptively soft brown eyes finish off the
picture perfect Italian woman. She's big at a muscular 190 pounds, but she is
incredibly proportional. I'm not a breast man myself but she had said she was a
between a C and a D. I, myself, had always admired her thighs. There's pretty
much nothing more attractive to me than firm thighs, except maybe blonde pubic
hair. Obviously, it wasn't that I found her unattractive just that what she
wanted from a guy was nothing that I wanted to give a woman. Think of it as a
situation where the woman wants a relationship and the guy just wants a sex
partner, if he's her friend he avoids the situation knowing it will end ugly. I
tried to avoid the situation but it got ugly. "Listen Tara. I'm not your type."
I said quietly but very pointed. I don't think she took me seriously. Maybe,
this whole FemDom thing has guys playing hard to get and having to be convinced.
"Let me be the judge of that" she replied just as pointedly. "Tara, I'm not
really into your scene." I said, "Actually, I'm not at all into that scene." She
smiled at me, the cat stalking the mouse. I stared back, the larger predator
surprised the cat had not recognized it was no longer in someone's nice safe
home. I sighed. "Tara believe me as your friend, you don't want to do this." She
smiled dangerously now, I could see the sparks in her eyes as she fought to keep
her temper in a public place. She does not like to be balked. "I know what I
want Mike." I tried one last time. In sniper school, they tell you about the
1000 yard stare. Once you've been to places most people don't even have
nightmares about, you develop a look called the 1000 yard stare. A look that
says "You're just a target. I'm so far beyond you that I barely see you." I
looked at her like that now, she wasn't a danger to me never had been, never
would be. I'd been living on the other side of her darkness before the training
wheels came of my bike. I didn't want to hurt her, but I'd learned painfully you
don't back down to anyone. Ever. She looked back at me, blind to what I was
telling her. I could almost see the glow of expectation and desire around her.
If I had not been challenged, I would have felt sorry for her. I nodded, "What
are the rules to this little encounter then?" "Winner takes all." she shrugged,
confident in her own victory. I stared out the window. "No quitting," she
continued "We keep going until some gives." She gave me a huge smile. Someone
giving really meant until someone is taken. I nodded. "When?" I asked. "We stay
here long enough to relax, digest everything." she explained, "Then we go over
to my place, down to my gym and we mix it up until I win." Her smile was growing
in confidence the quieter I became. I was holding down the rush of adrenaline,
everything inside my body was trying to enter hyper-excitement, I could feel the
heightening of my senses, I was fighting to control the instinct to kill. I
nodded and sat back relaxing, it would be about an hour before we would move, I
didn't want to expend myself fighting my own body. I pushed the plate out of the
way, I had eaten enough in case this went on longer than expected, but I didn't
want to be weighed down if it did. I sat and began to slowly come down. I
relaxed every portion of my body individually the way I had been trained. First,
my mind think of something other than the kill, come down off the mental high.
Relax, your facial muscles, force your face into the rigor of death, hold it and
then release. Now, the neck, rotate left, now right, back, forward, release.
Shoulders, rotate forward , then back. Biceps and triceps, forearms, down to
wrists. The hands are important flex and release each finger. Back to the torso,
deep intake of breath stretching the lungs and the muscles in the rib cage.
Abdominals, hip flexors, quadriceps and hamstrings. Bring tension to the calves
and release. Rotate your feet, stretch each individual toe. I sat quietly, as
she finished eating fully relaxed now. Almost I was ready, I needed more though.
I had read it once in a fantasy novel, a description of the attitude that a monk
exuded. The author called it the "serenity of purpose". I reached for it inside
myself, ready to bend body and will to one objective. My sniper teachers had
said we would all find different ways to deal with the wait before the target
gave us a clean shot. A lot of the other guys, talked about different things, I
had no need for tricks, I'd had a lot of experience in just waiting for my time
to come. I waited now; relaxed, ready. I could see her at the edge of my
awareness, she was burning energy in the anxious expectation of conquest. I
waited. She talked about a hundred different things, somewhere deep inside
myself where I never looked, dark laughter echoed. I listened to her and waited.
Finally, she signaled the waiter for the check. When he came over, she paid for
it. She smiled at me, another wasted show of domination. I followed her out of
the restaurant, and into her car. "Can you drive me home for a minute? I need
workout clothes." I asked. "Yeah." she replied I could almost feel her body
revving up even higher. I went up to my apartment, into my bedroom and opened
the drawer with my workout clothes. I changed quietly into a pair of black
rowing shorts, and sweats. I threw my wallet and keys into a small waist bag and
went out to her car. I got in, before I closed the door, I felt I should make
one last try. "Are you sure?" She just smiled and nodded at the door. I closed
the door and we drove to her place. She owns a beautiful brown-stone, and uses
all three floors of it. Her parents have a lot of money, and she's an only
child. She did own an extremely successful gym but the investment capital came
entirely from her family and there was no risk involved for her. Her parents had
never gotten out of the habit of paying for everything for her. I couldn't blame
them. I had met them on previous occasions, Tara had been a late child, long
after they had given up on ever having a child. They're having to adjust to
having given up on a child was probably the only reason Tara was not spoiled
completely. The brown-stone has a personal gym area in the basement. No real
weights, just a Stairmaster for an aerobic warm up and mats for her
'entertainment. She opened the door to her house and pointed me toward the
basement, as she walked up the steps to the second floor. The first floor was
her living room, library, den, and kitchen. Her personal space was on the second
floor. I walked down the steps to the basement, turned on the lights, stripped
down to my shorts and started stretching. This would take longer than my martial
arts classes or even the wrestling of my high school and college days. I began
to release some of my energy, revving myself up slowly, breathing a little
faster and then slowing down again. I kept my back to her when I heard her on
the steps and beginning her own stretching. After about 5 minutes, I heard her
say "Ready?" I turned around. She was and is impressive. She was wearing white
spandex shorts over a very light green workout bodysuit. It was really a one
piece workout swimsuit. She turned to model the entire thing, trying to distract
me I guess. I could see that it didn't really have much of a back, at the small
of her back it split into five strips of cloth, two to wrap around her waist and
become one over her crotch, meeting the one that had run down her back and onto
the crack of her wonderful ass, the last two strips went up and down her
shoulder to give her breasts unneeded support, to come down to meet the two
strips that were rushing to cover her femininity. I took in all of her, staring
hungrily, she smirked at me. I didn't smirk back, take in every possible
distraction fully so that it loses much of its power when the time comes.
Training was taking over. "Ready?" she asked again. I took in a full breath of
air expanding my chest fully, I released it slowly staring across at her; the
prize, she didn't even know it yet. I nodded. "Remember no quitting, one person
has to give." she smiled seductively. I nodded. She motioned me to the
approximate center of the mats. I moved to it, she reached out her hand to shake
mine. I gave her a quick shake. I watched her move, I knew she was mostly a
wrestler, but she had described a few instances where she'd had to scrap it out
with a more than usually reluctant fellow. She went into a classic wrestling
position, I joined her in it. I needed to hit her unexpectedly, not to hurt or
kill. I didn't want that, I had to walk a fine line to keep her coming, let her
think she was still holding her own. We locked, unsurprisingly she was as strong
as I expected her to be. She had decent balance but it was obvious almost
immediately that I was one of the few men she had brought down here that was her
equal in strength. I held back. We had different workout regimen, she liked size
and tone, I worked for lethal efficiency. Unfortunately, for her being male gave
me the edge. Most women don't like to have to that pointed out, but biologically
the average male is 75% stronger in the upper body than a woman, I think in the
lower bodies the disparity isn't as bad. Tara was by no means average, hell she
would have been strong for a man. But I had ground to give, and was not average
either. I let her test my strength, giving ground to make her show more of her
strength to make her expend more energy. She would have had the female lead over
me in endurance but her regimen didn't work on that and mine held to maximum
effort for the longest amount of time possible. Purpose over flash. I needed her
physically exhausted if I was going to beat through her mental defenses. She
drove me backward and down, I turned over to her left, driving her strength down
and to the right. I released and moved away from her. She got up slowly, a
little surprise showed on her face and a lot more annoyance. She thought she had
me pegged. People don't pay attention, they are so caught up in themselves that
they don't notice when someone doesn't talk about themselves that much. I'd
wrestled for four years in high school and four in college. I was by no means
one of the best but I could give anyone a hard fought match. My biggest problem
was that I was a late bloomer, I wasn't fully developed until 25. But here Tara
was wrestling me with the full confidence of my ability and growth. She was
good, but a good 'play' wrestler. She smiled at me and moved into me, she faked
another lock up and tried to kick me solidly in the thigh, I turned it at the
last second. I'd seen it coming, 'hips' my coaches had drilled into me, 'hips
don't lie about directions'. She had thrown a good fake, but hips don't lie. She
smiled at me confidently, I looked into her eyes. I saw she thought she'd hurt
me. Good, she didn't know much about turning the power of blows. Laughter echoed
deep inside. I moved to her, faked the lockup, moved to right when she went for
it and kicked her thigh. I kicked solidly but without really putting power into
it. She had challenged but if she quit I'd let her go, I needed her confident
for a little longer. I needed her to be angry just beyond reason, with the taste
of blood in her mouth. Challenged, I meant to take. She looked up at me
surprised, in a second that surprise turned to quiet confidence. She thought
that was all I could give. Good, the blood was flowing in her, she should've
known I was stronger from our clench but she was just at the edge of not
thinking. This continued for 5 minutes, she challenged again and again. I kept
turning blows and using much greater wrestling experience to get out of holds
and clenches, before I had to show how badly she was over-matched. She was
strong but play fought, I was holding back trying not to cause major damage. I
hoped she wouldn't surprise me and get hurt for it. It was in her eyes, she was
beyond real thought, sexual excitement, the taste of pain, and the challenge had
carried her to the other side. Inside me an exultant cry repeated. Mine MIne
MINe MINE MINE, GODDAMN YOU, MINE!!!!! I smiled and I could feel my eyes focus
beyond her. I release the tight control, and let adrenaline seep into me,
purpose flooded me and I hardened. We clenched and I let her turn me, with my
back facing her I felt her wrap her arms around my rib cage. I filled my lungs
to capacity, and held as she pulled me up into a reverse bear hug. 30 seconds, I
gave myself. Kicking backward in rhythm, I struck out onto her calves and knees.
25 seconds. I started a loose rhythm of downward elbows on her upper arms and
forearms. 20 seconds. I flailed wildly, keeping the blows raining down on her.
15 seconds. I lessened the power of the shot, I didn't want to hurt her I wanted
to weaken beyond return. 10 seconds, increase flailing. 5 seconds, bring my
hands down onto her grip. Down. Explode the air out of lungs, and use whatever
leverage I have to insert part of a thumb in between us, use the other thumb to
apply pressure directly at her clenched hands. Drive downward onto her hands,
it's the way to break a grip, you attack it. Don't try to pull it apart, try to
push it away from you. She let me down and I stepped to the right and behind her
thigh, continued the motion around her, trying to get fully behind her. This is
the way break a full nelson, don't try to power out, leverage beyond their
reach. She tried to hold on to the bear hug instead of dropping out of it, or
dancing in the direction I wanted to go. Leverage beat her. As she released, I
drove a elbow and the beginning part of my triceps into her rib cage, flat to
not break anything only to strain, to take some of the flexibility out of her
rib cage. I moved away from her. Deep inside a low whistle of admiration, the
same sheen of sweat that covered my upper body, covered her. It brought out the
beautiful coloring of her skin. Moving backward, I drank her in, take
distraction in when it doesn't count. She kept her distance, but I didn't move
forward, if she quit I'd let her. Slowly, I could see confidence returning I
hadn't tried to hurt just to wear out, the minute I danced away from her, let
some of the soreness drain out of her. Cross the line, Cross the line. She moved
on me. We beat on each other for a few minutes. Well, she beat at me, and I
drained her. She tried to go head to head with pain tolerances with me. If she
had ever asked about my life, she would have known how badly she would lose, I
let her take her the majority of the blows in our exchange. Turning them, again
and again, absorbing punishment equal to what I was dealing out to her. But head
to head, if she had asked she would have known I would be fighting long after
she had broken down in tears. If she had asked though, we wouldn't have been in
here. I would've told her about my childhood, beatings upon beatings until pain
becomes twisted inside into an expression of love. Pain on top of unhealed pain.
I would have told her the truth. I don't hide it, I live with it. It didn't
break me, just me stronger, stronger than Tara. She never asked and now she
would pay. The pain she was causing was the fine edge of excitement for me. We
piled pain on each other, blow after blow. She was good, strong, fast, a
dangerous combination but I wanted to take now. I kept cushioning the blows, I
threw into her, spreading damage across the maximum area. We kept dancing,
moving in she'd sent in two shots, I'd turn them and kick across her thigh.
Separate, she'd move back in, I'd take take the shots on the outside of my arm,
and kick her with the full bottom of my foot in the ribs. If we clenched I'd
lean on her, forcing her to work on the edge of her power, while I hadn't fully
started moving forward in tempo. It was slow going, I didn't want victory, I
wanted her exhausted beyond utter defeat. I let her lead in our dance. I had
more than enough, the sheen of sweat, now a good sweat, while she was bathed in
her own. I let her drive the pace at what she wanted, if she were in charge I
knew she wouldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. The voice in the depths was
getting closer and closer to the surface. She went for a wrestling clench, that
I turned out of to trip her down, I landed on top of her, stretched myself out
so that my toes kept me balanced on top of her. Wrestling spins on top of an
opponent, keep them driven into the mat, carrying as much of your weight as you
can get on them, do it for too long and it's stalling but here there was no ref.
I could force her to work against an extra hundred pounds. I worked for a few
minutes to just make her operate at an extra half-G. She tried to rest on the
bottom, I could feel that she wasn't trying hard to get away. I moved down her
back, until I was forcing her diaphragm into the mat, cheating her of deep
breaths. She could breathe but I wasn't letting her breathe deep. I used my
forearm at the top of the back of her neck to force her head down, making it
uncomfortable for her cutting off just a little more air. She was recovering but
slowly, but she was behind in endurance and I was getting more rest out of the
position. She moved back and I let her. She had to go deeper into her reserve, I
let myself drop down into the next gear. Starting to breathe deeper, she smiled
at me, it must have seemed like I was running out of breath to her. I wasn't, I
was taking in more oxygen, feeding myself, revving higher, letting the depths
get closer and closer to the surface. She moved in on me, a predator that
wouldn't admit she had made a mistake. God, I love strong women. It was
unfortunate that she wanted me bent to her will. We could have been equals,
friends. She moved fast but I was reacting with distance between us. She moved
and I let the darkness inside dance with her. This time, it was fifty-fifty in
the shot count this time. She was absorbing more punishment, but it looked like
she was giving as good as she got. For a second, I wanted her to quit, she
faltered and I took ground that split second of mercy forgotten. No stopping
now, we'd been at it for a half-hour, much longer than she was used to. She'd
taken much more punishment than she'd ever had to. I took the lead now, driving
her back and down, I could feel rage begin to flow through my veins, adrenaline
finally allowed to reign freely. She'd said "I only know master and slave,
nothing in between!" Inside my head, I could hear the chant, "Learn to crawl!"
"Crawl at my word!" "Crawl, slave, CRAWL!" It got louder and louder as I rained
blows down on her now. "QUIT BITCH! Quit and walk away." I'd bellowed it at her,
she turned her face upward to me, from somewhere in her soul, I could see the
challenge still in her eyes. "I'm sorry" I whispered. I felt the voice in side
howl in victory. It took me over for the split second that it took to capture
all mercy, pity, empathy, any emotion. It dragged them all down into the little
box, I'd built on the last day, I'd cried myself to sleep from the pain of the
beatings. It took all the softness and left behind only the waiting and purpose.
I beat her then. Not with the helpless frustration that a weak man beats his
wife or girlfriend, nor with anger. I beat her with soul-less purpose. She'd
made a choice; Master or slave and challenged me with it. The clues were all
there, and she made the mistake of misinterpreting them. I beat her into defeat,
and then into despair. I beat her until her will was shattered, then I continued
until I stripped her of her personality, and continued to a razor's edge of
breaking her humanity. There I stopped. I let her swim in the sound of her sobs,
and tears. She lay flat on her stomach, crying. I watched as her breaking
stopped and she started to heal inside, trying to build up what I had stripped
from her. I felt something release inside me, a return of something human. Pure
lust, undiluted by anything softer, rose inside me. No quitting, someone must
give. Someone must be taken. I untied the front ties of my shorts, I could see
her watching as I unlaced the shorts, recognition came to her eyes. Someone must
be taken. I pushed the shorts down my hips, to my feet and stepped out of them
toward her. She didn't even try to move away from me. I reached down grabbing a
fistful of sweat-matted hair, I pulled her up until she was on her knees with my
cock inches from her mouth. I pulled her toward me, as I cut the distance
between her face and my crotch, blood flooded. I got harder and harder the
closer her face came to my hips. I could feel her hard breath on my balls, as
her face forced my dick up and to the right. Her eyes looked up at me, not
pleading just accepting, she had been playing a game, I hadn't. I was harder
then I'd been in my modest sexual experience, I felt like the blood wouldn't
stop pumping into my dick. I pulled my hips back running my dick on her face. I
watched fascinated as I rubbed the tip all over her face, she watched it with
her eyes. She seemed equally fascinated. One clear liquid came out of my dick as
I ran it across her lips, her tongue extended outward and over her upper lip to
absorb the moisture into her. I pulled her head up and back, she looked up at me
and kept her tongue running across her lips. I pulled my dick into position
where her tongue ran between my dick and her lips. I smiled down at her. MINE!!!
I pushed my hips forward driving my hard-on into her mouth, she stopped licking
her lips but her tongue never stopped running along the bottom of my dick as I
took her mouth. Her hands came up weakly to my hips as I kept driving until I
hit the back of her throat. She started pushing back as the gag reflex hit. I
pulled back, she breathed around the hard dick in her mouth. I stroked forward
again, one sudden hard stroke, and back out. Her eyes widened as the head of my
dick contacted again and pulled almost completely, only to be driven into her
mouth again. I used her mouth for my pleasure. Giving nothing back to her, I
used her mouth as an ejaculation tool. I stroked deep, then shallow, deep again.
I pulled completely out of her mouth, and pulled her face into my crotch until
she understood and extended her tongue out. I used her tongue on my ball sac, on
the bottom of my dick, and finally on my dickhead. I could feel the loss of
control coming. I went back and down on my knees, forcing her face to stay in
constant contact with my dick. On my knees, with her face in my crotch, I pulled
her head back by her hair, as her mouth opened, I drove forward until the only
air she could breathe was moistened with the sweat on my pubes. I pulled out
slowly enjoying every second, reveling in the approach of orgasm. I looked down
at her, drove my hips forward, at the same time pulling her head onto me,
impaling her mouth on my dick. I left it there until she began to pull away
unable to breathe. I helped her pull her mouth off me, only to sit the head of
my dick just inside her lips. She looked up at me, I smiled and nodded to my
dick. She surrendered further. She licked around the head of my dick, furthering
my climb to completion. I sat back on my heels, using her hair to keep my dick
enclosed by her mouth. I used her hair then stroking myself deep into her mouth,
pulling her mouth nearly off my dick, and back onto my dick. She kept her tongue
moving now, stroking the bottom of my dick as I rested deep inside her mouth,
and on the sensitive tip while I pulled back to just inside her lips. I felt the
orgasm build from my chest. I drove up to my knees again, pushing her back with
my dick at the back of her mouth. I need the leverage to push the pace into
satisfaction. I used her hair again to leverage my dick deep inside her mouth,
and almost out again. I felt the orgasm travel down my chest into my abs, up my
thighs, into my ball sac. Both pleasure routes, met at base of my dick, and
exploded through it. I drove forward to the back of her mouth and downward into
her throat, the orgasm blew through my dick and down her throat. The first
convulsion was barely through, when the second hit, I sat back on my heels,
pulling her face to keep deep contact with my dick, my head fell back as the
second convulsion forced my hips forward, trying to bury my dick deeper inside
her. I let go of her hair as the final convulsion triggered, gravity kept her
face on my dick, she pulled back slowly but still caught the third jet of semen
in her mouth. I laid my head back on the mat, letting my body come down. I could
feel her hair tickling the the inside of my right thigh, my ball sac, and my
still engorged penis. On the edge of my consciousness, I could her exhausted
cough as she tried to swallow/spit out my semen. I rested in that position for a
minute before standing up. Her head fell off my lap and onto the mat, she was
still on her knees though. I stood up, and looked down at her. Her face was
inches from my toes. She was too weak to even change positions, so her ass stuck
up in the air. No winner until someone is taken. I walked behind her to stare
down at her upraised ass, I smiled to myself. God, how I had wanted this woman.
Unfortunately for Tara, I had not lost my hard-on or my mental excitement. She
had challenged me, winner take all, and I wasn't about to leave unsatisfied. I
knelt between her calves, enjoyed the view of her firmly muscled ass from up
close. I ran my hands down her back, onto her ass, and down her thighs. I
reached around to the front juncture of hip and waist and pulled her ass into my
crotch. My dick ran up her covered ass crack. I rubbed myself on her white
spandex covered crack for a few seconds. I ran my hands on her thighs, ass and
small of her back again before I reached just inside her spandex shorts and
pulled them over hips, across her ass and down her thighs. I lifted up one calf
at a time to take them completely off her body. I looked down. It was a workout
bodysuit that she was wearing. It buttoned right over her crotch with two
miniature green buttons. I wasn't in the mood to be careful so I popped the
buttons off. The strip running down her ass crack sprung up and onto her lower
back, leaving her pussy uncovered to my inspection. Her pussy was shaved clean,
I gave a sigh of pleasure. I reached with my right hand underneath to where her
stomach ran down to her pussy, and felt a perfectly shaped patch of pubic hair.
I smiled beautifully. I ran my fingers on her ultra-firm naked asscheeks, and
studied a stunningly beautiful pussy. Her pussy lips had no extra flesh to them,
they were also obviously puffy at the moment. She had a very pretty asshole. I
pulled her hips back onto my prick, I placed myself carefully; running between
her asscheeks. It was incredibly pleasurable, rubbing myself along the crack of
her ass, only the bottom of my dick got friction. I backed up, and started
running fingertips up and down her ass, her thighs, and whatever part of her
calves I could reach. I pushed my self forward using my hips and dick on her ass
to push her forward also. I ran small circles on the inside of her knees. I
grabbed her hips and pulled her back into a 90 degree angle at her knees. She
was mine now, and I meant to play her out. I reached forward to grab the
body-suit and used it to pull her upper body up to me. Her hands came off the
floor and her back came into contact with my chest. I pulled the bodysuit off
her body harshly. After throwing it aside, I reached around her to play with her
breasts. I bit, licked, nibbled on her neck, while alternating between stroking
her nipples, milking her breasts, running my hands down her tight abs, to stroke
through sparse pussy hair. At the same time, I would run my dick up her asscrack,
at times I would free my dick from her ass to run the head along her pussylips.
At first, I took the heat and moisture from her pussy to be from the workout
she'd been through, but I doubt that was the truth now. Her breathing alternated
between deep sighs, and short shallow breaths. It was the only real sign of
arousal, my dick was becoming covered with her juices but I took that for sweat
that could have just been sweat. I pushed her upper body forward again, she went
down on her elbows. I'd had enough, I wanted her body furthered surrendered to
me. I started to carefully run my left thumb, up and down her labia. She
shuddered the first time. I stroked her lips and outer pussy incessantly. I
stayed away from her fully extended clit. At a young age, I'd read the way to do
this was to approach the clit get as close as you can, and then move away. To
continue to stroke and stroke, everywhere around the clit never touching it.
Eventually orgasm comes, but an incomplete one. One of my other female friends
had smiled at me when I described this to her, saying that she was very penis
centric, and for her any orgasm without a hard dick inside her was incomplete. I
wanted that now from Tara, an incomplete orgasm so I continued to stroke her
inner thighs, her outer lips, inner lips, in heartless motions approaching but
never contacting clit. She came, and it was obviously incomplete. Her cries of
pleasure were unsure, as if she had tried to swallow them. She hadn't though,
she was too weak by now. She shuddered but towards my hand, as if in the middle
of orgasm the a more powerful had begun to build. I smiled to myself. I repeated
the process now with my right hand, she whimpered. I didn't care, she was mine
and this was my pleasure. I stroked, fondled, caressed, every unforceful hand
movement that could be performed on open female genitalia. I felt her sobbing in
frustration now. She was sobbing reaching for something that I wouldn't give her
yet. Her body was on the other side of an unfamiliar arousal. I gave then, it
was what I wanted, for her to bond herself even more to me. I backed off of her
holding my hard dick in my left hand preparing myself as I started small circles
with my right thumb on her clit. Clockwise, counterclockwise, stroking up and
then down. She came hard, she threw her pussy into my hand amid violent
convulsions. After the second convulsion, I placed the head of my dick carefully
between her beautiful pussy lips, continuing to stroke her pussy, on the fourth
shuddering of her powerful frame, I impaled her pussy on my dick. She was tight
wet velvet. I reached around the inside of her hips, and pulled her back to me
trying to imbed myself deeper into her. I pulled back completely out of her so
that only the tip of my dickhead was keeping her pussylips spread, and pulled
her hips powerfully onto my body again. I pushed/pulled her away to the same
position and this time combined a pull from my arms and the driving force of my
hips. She came again even more violently than the last one. I was motionless
enjoying the flood of wetness, and the gripping and releasing pressure that was
her contractions were giving my dick. I waited until she was done with her
orgasm, inside I could feel the dark part of myself smile remorselessly down at
her. "Finish her!" cried the voice at the depth of my soul. And I did. I don't
really remember the next half-hour. I remember alternating strokes, that's about
it. I remember starting with the 10 beat count. Pulling back until the tip of
dickhead is splitting her lips open, forward enough just to get the entire
dickhead inside her, and half and inch of the penis body. Pull back again until
I'm in the original position, splitting her pussylips with the triangular tip of
my dick. Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat I'm splitting
her pussylips again, her hips weaved restlessly, she wanted more. I gave it to
her. I power my body forward in one vicious thrust into her pussy, she gives a
small cry of satisfaction. I pull out again splitting her pussylips. I repeat
the short stroke. I hear give a cry of frustration, The remorseless smile get
wider. I repeat the short strokes 8 times. Then 2 punches to the depth of her
pussy. 7 short strokes. 3 deep, powerful lunges. She's louder now both in the
satisfaction of the deep strokes and the frustration at the shorter ones. This
continues up and down the stroke count. I get to one short stroke, and give her
9 powerful ones. I start laughing at the power of the situation floods my chest
with pleasure. I stroke her deep into her 10 times. Powerfully rutting my dick
into her pussy. I continue deep strokes beyond the 10. At nineteen deep strokes,
I hesitate her body on the razor's edge of orgasm, only the tip of my dick is in
contact with her pussy again. She sobs, she's almost into her next orgasm. The
remorseless smile travels from deep inside me to touch my lips, I penetrate my
dickhead and a half-inch of penis beyond that and pull back out again. Her body
shudders in incomplete orgasm. She bangs her head into the floor but I don't
care. My game. My rules. My victory. I travel up the stroke line again. 8 deep,
2 short. 7 deep, 3 short. At 7 short, the strokes change. I settle into a steady
pace of 7 and 7. Somewhere in the middle of the 5th repetitions of 7 and 7's is
where my memory blanks out. I remember the violence of my screwing into her
increased, there was no longer any rhythm to it though. I would use my hips to
power in and out of her. I would combine hands and hips to give strokes more
power. I would use my hands and arms to stroke her pussy slowly on my dick. I
was on the other side of manhood, inside of deepest part of myself, using
pleasure to beat into further into Tara's psyche. I heard her cry to me then.
"please" I continued the use of my hands and arms to stroke my dick with wet,
warm velvet. "please, mike." I stopped my movement with my dick deep inside her.
"please cum" she cried quietly to me. I forced her forward then. I owned a
poster once called 'Surrender', it was mindblowingly sexy. It was called
'Surrender'. In it a female was on her knees wearing the most torn up pair of
jeans I have ever seen. Most of her upper body was on the ground. Her face was
to the left, her breast pushing into the ground, her arms flat on the ground,
her hands fisted in desire. Only her stomach, was not on the ground. The
position was amazing, with it she proclaimed the title of the poster
'Surrender'. She had surrendered her body to the pleasure of her lover. I used
my hips and hands to push Tara into this position. I pushed her face into the
mat, then her breasts. Her left hand was inches from her face, her right arm
extend forward. Complete surrender of her body to me. I put my hands on her
shoulder blades to further push her into the mat and started pumping myself to
orgasm. I could feel myself on the edge of orgasm and exhaustion but my dick
didn't care. I plunged in and out of her, gaining power and speed with each
stroke. I wanted to cum now, but more I wanted her to cum again. I don't know
how many times or if she came while I was lost inside myself. But I wanted her
body to convulse around my dick one last time. I felt it then, she came again.
Her pussy flexed and unflexed around my dick, and I growled and pumped faster. I
pumped deep into her, almost completely out of her and back into her depths.
Finally, I shot myself deep inside her. She came again. It was the strongest one
that I had noticed. Her body shuddered violently, but she had no strength left
to make her body move. Inside her pussy though, there was crushing pressure on
my dick, release, and then more crushing pressure. Every squeeze seemed to
coincide with a shudder of my own. My dick went from unfeeling to hypersensitive
at the beginning of my orgasm and every squeeze on my dickhead through me a
little higher into pleasure. She stopped. I stopped. She slid forward, I
followed with my dick still inside her. She lay on her stomach, I lay on her
back. My dick anti-climactically slipped quietly out of her pussy. She gave an
involuntary shudder, and her pussy seemed to squeeze trying to keep me inside
her. We lay with me on top her for a few minutes. Finally, I got up and stared
at her naked back, ass, and legs. She was drenched in her sweat and arousal. I
got up from in between her legs, picked up my shorts and started dressing. I
walked over to my sweats and finished the job. She hadn't moved. I walked over
to stare at the statuesque body again. I smiled gently down at her. I walked to
stand to be able to look down at her face. Her left hand was touching her face,
her eyes were closed. I watched her for a few seconds, realizing the deep
breathing meant she was fast asleep. I went down on one knee and stroked her
hair away from face. I reached down and kissed her temple. I left her there in
her own sweat and desire. Sometimes, I miss the friendship Tara and I had. We
were not true friends, but there was something there an unwritten understanding
of what we both wanted from the other. I haven't replaced her companionship with
another yet. I can get pretty melancholy about it, but only at work. At home, my
situation has changed for the better. Tara had asked me to move in with her, and
after much consideration I decided that I should. She had been the one that had
turned the friendship into a Master or Slave situation. I could take some
responsibility for not speaking about myself to her, but she had never asked.
This afternoon, I found how much for the better my situation has turned. I got
home to find an absolutely exquisite blonde on sitting on her heels facing the
front door, with a naked Tara standing behind her head. I raised my eyebrow
quizzically at Tara, she smiled gloriously at me. I inspected the blonde. She
was truly stunning. She had a wealth of waist length blonde hair. It had an
enticing soft curl to it. She had jade green eyes, that stared up at me in
flourishing desire combating concern and fear. I stared back her she looked away
from me down at the floor, but in the instant before her eyes broke contact I
could see desire spike over concern and fear. Deep inside a voice hummed
appreciatively. She had perfect breast, or at least symmetrical breasts which is
perfect for me. They were the exact size for her frame, with only a teenager's
sag to them. She had a fit abs, that pointed toward a magnificently trimmed
BLONDE bush. I sigh in pleasure, blonde pubic hair is akin to heaven for me. Her
hands were resting on firm, almost muscular thighs. I looked up at Tara, her
smile had satisfaction in it. It was obvious that I was more than pleased but
still wondered what was going on. No, I'm not stupid. I'm just unassuming. I
walked to stand in front of the blonde. Her knees parted almost instinctually. I
took another step forward. I saw Tara look down at the blonde and push her
forward with her knee. The blonde flowed. I have some command of the English
language, so this word was not carelessly chosen. There really is not better
word to describe what she did. This blonde flowed from sitting on her heels, to
kneeling with her faces three inches from my pant covered dick. In the same
motion, her hands came up to work carefully on my belt, my pant hook, and my
zipper. Her fingers slipped inside the elastic of my jockeys and with constant
pressure gently pushed my underwear and pants around my ankles. She hesitated
there, looked up at Tara unsure of herself. Something passed between them. The
girl, she couldn't be any older than twenty, reached underneath the pants to
untie my shoes and pull them off my feet. She pushed my socks, underwear, and
pants of my lower body. Every movement was a small ballet. Finally, she flowed
back up to her knees and went nose to head with my dick. I hardened until my
dick was pushing into her face. She reached up to hold encircle it with her
small hand at it's base. She made a careful study of it, as if unsure where to
start. She looked up at Tara with my dick an inch from her lips, and smiled what
seemed to be a 'thank you.' She carefully extended her tongue to lick up the
drop of pre-cum that had escaped my dick. She brought her tongue inside her
mouth and closed her eyes luxuriously. She opened them, looked up at me. She
kept a hungry eye contact with me as she extended her tongue again. This time to
wet my entire dickhead with her saliva. She tasted every part of my dick, with
every part of her tongue as if seeking the taste buds that would let her enjoy
the taste of dick most. She did this to my balls also. Finally, Tara reached
down to hold her face in place. Tara reached down grabbed my dick halfway down
the stem, and pushed the blondes face onto me. The girl opened her mouth and
accepted me inside her. Tara let go of my dick as soon as the girl had my head
inside her mouth and used two hands on each side of the girl's face to fuck the
girl's face onto my dick. The girl took all of me into her mouth, and in her
throat. She kept me for seconds, I could almost feel her desire spiking even
higher. Tara pulled the girl's face so that only my dickhead was in her mouth,
the girl took a long shuddering breath, and convulsed. Tara looked up at me and
smiled, the girl had come with nothing more than one deep stroke into her mouth.
Tara took a step forward then, so that her hips were directly behind the blondes
head. She reached down and dug nails into the side of my hips. She is still
somewhat aggressive, but knows how far I will allow her to go. I can't be
pushed, but I'm a lenient master. She then used her hips to stroke the girl
mouth on my dick, and off again. She leaned down to give me her lips to take.
She's taller than me by six inches, so this little stunt must have been
uncomfortable for her. Not to mention the blonde, she was forced suck my dick at
a pace dictated by Tara's hip motion. I didn't much care though. My hands came
up to play with Tara's nipples. Slow, careful circles were a great weakness of
hers, it was no different now as a gasp escaped her into my mouth. Tara kept the
girl on a steady rhythm with her hips. Finally, she stopped her hip motion and
pushed the girl to the side, only to kneel next to her. She took my dick out of
the girl's mouth, and gave it a slow tongue bath. She gave it back to the
blonde's loving ministrations. She let the girl take a few plunges into her
mouth, and took it back to take me deep inside her own mouth. This trading back
and forth continued for a few minutes, until Tara ran her hand along my abs and
felt the beginning of my orgasm. She took my dick away from the blonde, and took
me down her throat. She sucked my dick at a furious pace, helping me onto the
other side of orgasm. I grabbed her face and tried to plunge deep inside her but
she fought me. I came with only my dick inside her mouth. I came hard, but I was
angry. I enjoy coming deep inside a woman not shallowly. She looked up at me,
pleading an apology as she milked my dick with her hands and suction from her
mouth. When she was sure I was done, she turned to the blonde and forced the
girl's head down beneath her own. She kissed down onto the blonde, open-mouthed
forcing the girl to accept my semen from Tara's mouth into her own. The girl
convulsed. I felt my eyes widened. I didn't know who this girl was but she
reacted like no one I had ever seen to been the submissive. The rest of the
night made me thankful that it was a Friday night. Tara led the blonde through
her paces on my dick. The only time, I'd ever seen anyone cum that much was when
Tara was taken by me. Tara also made very that I enjoyed her own body. She went
so far as to take me in her very pretty asshole while licking the blonde into
another orgasm. Like I said, I used to be melancholy about the loss of a friend,
but Tara is constantly trying to make sure her Master has very little time for
anything but sexual pleasure.
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