Under His Thumb (closed)

His choice of words made me both squirm and breathless. Again, the whore. Jesus...

I did as I was told again, and saw part of his cock where the robe was parting. And I remembered the other day, the size and power of it. And what it had done to my mouth and face. And knowing the same thing was going to happen now, and probably much more. That thought filled me with dread but also some kind of excitement, I felt my gut quiver at the idea of that enormous thing stuck inside of me.

I got down on my knees in front of him and between his big thighs and pulled the robe apart. Right now, it felt best not to seek eye-contact - instead I fixed my eyes on his cock and I wrapped my hand around the shaft. It was already big enough for me to wrap both my hands round it side by side, and so I did. It transfixed me, just looking at it like this, seeing both my hands round it, moving them slowly up and down.

I let one hand go, and moved closer with my mouth, seeking out his balls. The initiative surprised me, that I did that - feeling about with my tongue at the base of his shaft and then down over his ball sack, even placing my lips on it, sucking... licking...

I kept the promise to myself. If I was going to do this, there was no point in doing it half-assed with reservations. I had to go for it. Play the role 100%.
 

Again, there was a moment of hesitation. But as always, she complied. I thought I could almost see the change in her eyes when she chose to proceed.

Her hands parted my robe to reveal my dangling cock. She wrapped her fingers around my girth with less reticence than our first encounter. Was she developing a tolerance for touching me already? Or was a part of her even starting to warn to the idea of fucking me?

Her next move actually caught me by surprise. Many women seemed to find putting their mouth on my cock more obligation than preference. I could count on one hand the number who'd ever fondled my scrotum without being asked. Yet after she lid one hand beneath my sack, Sanna bent her head to follow a short while later.

Her lips kissed the wrinkled skin tenderly. I inhaled sharply as I felt her mouth part as she took about half of my right ball inside, running her tongue across it. I leaned back in the chair and groaned low in my throat.

Her efforts produced immediate results. My cock began to thicken and extend, forcing her fingers apart as she held the thick cylinder out of the way. After several seconds, it began to rise on its own, jutting over her as she continued to lick my balls.
 
He grew as I continued to work on his balls, the thick shaft expanding in my hand and overshadowing my face. Fuck, it was big... I moved up again, letting my tongue run the whole length of him up to his bulging head before devouring it and moving down on him with my gaping mouth and my tongue squeezed inbetween the bottom of my mouth and his hard meat.

I struggled to make any progress, just like last time. I put my hands on his broad, hairy thighs and worked him the best I could. How could it have come to this, and how could I be so easily charmed just by the primal biology of a big man with a big cock? Was I that woman??

I felt him grow more, forcing me open as I plunged down, attempting another inch down me, feeling him starting to choke me. I stopped there, breathing heavily through my nose and then going all the way up and taking a deep breath and panting as I let him slip out of me. I looked at it, so powerfully immense and swaying slightly to and fro.

I was certain he was going to fuck me with this soon and the realization filled me with equal amounts of dread and shameful excitement. I shouldn't be feeling this... fuck what have I done...??
 
I found myself appreciating Sanna not just for her luscious body, but her emotional drive. She'd barely concealed her revulsion when I'd first demanded her to service me. Yet now she forced herself upon my cock with devoted intensity.

Despite her concerted efforts, my size was clearly too much for her. The way her eyes widened with anxiety as she attempted to take my girth into her slender throat bespoke the physical challenge. But unlike many before her, she did not abandon her efforts immediately. Sanna backed off and tried again, wet gurgling noises signaling her struggle.

Perhaps it was merely fear of my reprisal should I find her efforts unacceptable. But I suspected perhaps that a part of her could not bear to fail. Perhaps her pride would not allow her to be thought as an ineffective lover.

Or perhaps she even enjoyed it a little. I'd known women in the past who liked that aspect. Not just liked. Craved. I certainly would enjoy if that proved true with her. But I barely knew Sanna, so I could not yet judge what made her tick. Only time would tell.

I let her continue to struggle to suck more of my cock for a few minutes more. "That's enough," I declared at last. I let her pull away, her mouth agape as she panted for air. Her lipstick was smudged and her face was flushed from her effort. Her mouth and chin glistened with saliva and precum. "What a glorious little mess you are," I chuckled.

"Let's see if your pussy is as tight as your idiot husband claims," I continued. "That's right, he likes to brag about what a hot piece of ass he married. Seems he was wrong about how well you suck a dick, though."

I smirked at her to hide the lie. Sanna's efforts had been rather enjoyable despite her limitations. But she needed to earn any praise I offered. "Take a ride on my cock," I directed, pointing at my massive erection. I made no effort to rise from my seat, letting Sanna figure out how best to mount me.
 
Take a ride on my cock...

Who even said that kind of thing?? Well he did. And it was weird because coming from him it didn't sound half as corny or unbearably arrogant as it would coming from someone else. Maybe it was his age, his position, his stature, that gave the command a weight that made me stand up and look down at the massive erection - thinking about the best way to mount it.

His dirty and abusive language rang in my ears, but I tried not to think about it too much, I just had to get this done. He started talking about how Bill had bragged about me, and I couldn't really take that in right then and there either.

For a moment I'd hoped he would just fuck me. Just pin me down and get it over with. But now I had to make a effort, be the one who fucked him.

As I put my right knee next to his thigh and grabbed hold of the back of the couch with my left hand, I was acutely aware of how my mouth felt after having him there, and how it tasted, and how hot my cheeks felt. And that I was aroused. Fuck. I made an effort to not make eye contact as I pulled my left left leg up, now pushing my knees against him and sinking slowly down as I reached back and grabbed his cock - steering it in.

I sank down, with my eyes closed, as the monster cock opened me and with embarrassing ease I found myself not having that much trouble sliding down it - I was wet enough. Jesus christ... I let go of the shaft and put both my hands on the edge of the couch behind his head.

And then I started moving. I liked riding cock. It was a position I would often choose to steer Bill towards, that way I could control the rhythm and get pleasure from intercourse that otherwise would be harder to obtain... But here, even though I was the one moving, I didn't feel that I was the one in control. But... It felt good. Oh my god the size of him now, inside me!!
 
Eager as I was, I resisted the instinct to assist her. Perhaps in future I would take her as I saw fit and use her accordingly.

But I wanted this first time to emphasize her submission. If I took an active role in the process, she could tell herself that she was forced. Sooner or later she would tell someone -- her friend, her therapist, maybe even her idiot husband -- about this. I didn't want to allow her the refuge of claiming that I put my hands on her and overpowered her. No, let her instead confess that she could have walked away, but instead chose to spread her legs and sit upon my cock.

Sanna grasped the back of my seat for balance as she positioned herself atop me. She shivered slightly as the massive head slid between her labia and pushed inside.

Giving her control over the descent also avoided any responsibility for the speed. Much as I enjoyed ramming my cock home, its girth could make that very painful. With Sanna determining how quickly, she could go as slowly as wished.

Sanna braced her knees beside my hips for support after several inches were inside her. I placed a hand on her lower belly, feeling the thick bulge within her. "A bit more than you expected, hmm?" I teased.

The look of determination on her face had not changed, though. Unequivocally I was too big for her, but she showed no signs of being willing to admit it. At least, not to me.

Instead, she began to gently rise up and down my shaft. The effort produced a soft squishing sound as her overfilled pussy leaked her slick juices with every stroke. Soon I could feel her warm fluid dripping down my cock and onto my balls. I leaned back an watched her magnificent chest jiggle and sway as she fucked me.
 
I moved easier, but only up and down over half of it. It became in my mind like a challenge, like an assignment that I just had to manage, to work myself down further and I did ever so gradually.

It was so weird, the sound. Or the silence. The only sounds were from me - of my pussy getting wetter and my little sighs everytime I moved downwards. I could feel him expand me to such an extent that it pushed at my clit from the inside, I'd never felt a cock do that to me.

I realized my mouth was open as I rode him and understanding how that made me look I made a conscious effort to close it, but it had the opposite effect as I now pushed down further.

"Oh... my god... fuck..!" I exclaimed in a low groan so full of desire and excitement that I could feel how he reacted to it. I looked down for the first time at his face, seeing his contented grin.

"Asshole..." I moaned, and then increased the tempo...
 
To her credit, Sanna's efforts were turning me on. My desire for her increased as she pumped herself atop my cock.

Her efforts to feign indifference continued to falter. Her pussy had long abandoned such pretense, squeezing against my girth and oozing warm lubrication. Her nipples had swollen to gratuitous size atop her glorious tits, tracing random patterns as she pumped her body up and down. Even the look on her face began to evidence her unqualified delight.

She finally met my gaze, permitting a brief moment of silent communication. I could see how much she loathed me. The extortion, the objectification, the loss of control -- she resented all of it. But despite all of that, she was experiencing sensual pleasure that she could not resist.

Her pace accelerated. Her strokes took her lower now, the tip of my cock now bumping against her cervix each time. I wanted to grab her by the waist, force her all the way down, slam my cock hard into that barrier till I was fucking her womb.

But I didn't want to interfere directly just yet. She was the one fucking me right now. I wanted these feelings to be something she did to herself, not something she could claim no agency over.

My plan had one major flaw, though. Sanna's pussy felt glorious and watching her gorgeous body strain and slide along my mammoth cock was driving me wild. I was sitting still, yet a sheen of perspiration coated my face and my chest rose and fell like a bellows. My balls were heavy and full with cum. I couldn't hold out much longer.
 
My arousal was forcing me on, driving me to both more rapid and deeper movements. My body felt hot, I could feel sweat and understood that I was flushed, I could even see my skin had broken out in light pink blemishes.

Oh... fuck.. yeah... oh.... oooh...

And it was getting difficult to hold back my vocal confirmations. It was absurd that I even thought it would make a difference, like if I didn't moan he would think I wasn't enjoying it. But jesus christ I was not far from coming, he was so big and hard, riding a cock this size was a totally different thing - usually I had to curtail my movements to not slip off - with this one I could do whatever I wanted, I was going nowhere...

He was hitting so deep now it hurt a bit, so I started moving differently - grinding myself against him which made my upper body close in on his. I grinded, moved in circles, both maneuvers just bringing me closer. And it felt like he wasn't too far off either...
 

My hands gripped the chair as tightly as I could. My desire to grab her luscious body was strong, but that would compromise my goal. This first time had to be her as much as possible. The more agency she exerted, the less she could claim coercion was her only motivation.

She was good, too. I had to keep my jaw clenched to bite back a few dozen lewd remarks as she rode me.

Not that she needed verbal feedback to prove I was aroused. I was so hard and swollen that I could see her belly bulge on every downward stroke.

Our escapades went on for what felt like an hour, but was probably only minutes. Time became too much to track in midst of so much intensity.

I bellowed when I finally came. No words, just a harsh, guttural sound to accompany the flood of jism that now pumped into her.
 
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It was hard to tell what came first. Or: Who came first. It was hard for me to make any good judgement call of it at all, seeing as having an orgasm at the same time as the man - with the man inside me - wasn't something I was accustomed to at all.

But it was probably him. As I felt his cum shoot up inside, my body shook and every muscle tightened and I just groaned like an animal, pushing down hard on him and burying my head in the cushion of the couch right next to his head. My ass and thighs vibrated in a way that made me ashamed, it was like I was not prepared to admit my arousal or my orgasm, not even at this point.

- ooooh... fuck.. oooh.. god what the...
 
Sanna collapsed atop me as I came. I suppose she could claim that it was to avoid seeing my orgasm reflected on my face. Or perhaps some other lie she might try to tell herself.

But I was not so overwhelmed with sensation as to miss her reaction. Her pussy had twitched and clenched against my cock in a telltale sign of her own climax. Apparently the feel of my hot jism spurting into her depths had made her come, too.

She was still at it even now. As my cock began to lose a little rigidity, her vaginal walls continued to knead at my thick flesh. She was still trying to coax more of my seed into her womb.

I waited for her to at last lift her face from the cushion she'd buried it in. When her eyes met mine, I shot her a knowing grin. "Looks like you enjoyed that as much as I did. And I bet you thought you wouldn't have any fun here."
 
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My lower body felt like it was still twitching slightly as I got up off him, trying to conceal my face. I could sense my hot, flushed cheeks and I didn't want him to see that. Like it would make any difference - I was soaking wet, still panting and fuck it, my whole body was flushed and warm and there were those damn red blemishes on my white skin that I got when in heat. It was alll there for him to see and he was taking it in. I knew it, as I walked away to where my clothes lay spread over the floor.

"I gotta go. Ok?"

I turned to him now, hoping that he would comply, agree and not talk of this again. It was a slim chance, but I still had hope that he would be done with me now, despite what he had said that time in his office. Maybe he would understand that... we couldn't go on like this. Perhaps he didn't even enjoy me that much? Maybe he would cast me aside now?
 

"I gotta go. Ok?

I laughed aloud at her. "What? You think we're done?" I laughed again, cheerful condescension writ large across my face.

"If that's what you consider enough, then I really feel sorry for you. I always figured that Bill was all talk and no game. Let me guess: when you do it, he's probably done in what, 30 seconds? Minute at the outside?"

I grinned. "Do you even cum when he fucks you? Not like you just came with me, I bet." I leaned my head back and gave another mocking bark of amusement.

My eyes glittered with merriment at her obvious discomfort. Seeing this luscious beauty in such emotional turmoil was delicious fun for me

I jabbed a thick finger at her. "We're definitely not done. I'm not some one and done loser like your husband. Get on the bed and sit on your hands and knees."
 
"What... but...."

I started to speak but broke off. I should have known better, I guess, than to think he would let me off the hook that fast. And what was this now... this feeling...? His voice weakened me, and as he told me to get up onto the bed like that I felt my face warm and redden again. Like some silly little schoolgirl, ashamed. Damn it!

There was a short pause before I shook my head in dejection and climbed up on the bed on my hands and knees and waited for whatever was next.

How long was this going to go on for?? It was late afternoon and Bill would be wondering in an hour or two where I was. God.. Bill... If only this bastard knew that he was dead right. About Bill. About our sexlife. Oh Bill! I'm so sorry darling...!
 
"That's better," I praised as I stepped over to the bed. Sanna's shapely ass was hiked in the air, her pussy on full display. Her labia were pink and swollen, so it made a nice beacon.

Sanna kept glancing back over her shoulder at me. I think she meant to convey dread or disgust with her expression. Perhaps she hoped I might feel sorry for her and let her leave.

But I also saw the way her eyes kept sneaking glances at my hardening cock. Ever so briefly, I'd see glimpses of excitement in her gaze. "You want to hate this, don't you?," I chuckled aloud. "But deep down, you want this."

I grabbed her hips and slid my cock between her thighs. It a took a moment to line things up, but I felt her tense as the swollen head forced inside her slender canal. I slapped her right ass cheek just to startle her and to watch her juicy flesh bounce. "Let's go," I declared.

Despite having just fucked her, Sanna's pussy was still too tight to just slam in. I could feel her juices dripping out along my shaft as I slowly pushed into her. "So fucking tight," I groaned. "Feels so fucking good."
 
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