Schoolgirl Part 1

She wanted something more than just a quick fuck. She wanted to be with a man she could trust and open herself to. She wanted to be close and intimate.

I wanted her to cum for me. The only way for me to get what I want is to give her something I do not normally give.

I am not talking about honesty. I am honest. When I am with a woman for sex, she knows that I have sex with others. She knows I do not want a relationship or a commitment. She knows I will not ask her to do something she is not willing to do.

What I needed to give to Lily, was more of my emotions and more of my mind than I normally give. I prefer to meet a woman for the purpose of sex. To explore the heights of pleasure that two people can share.

I tell Lily what I want. She cannot tell me exactly what she wants. It is the emotion, the feelings of the moment that she wants. She does not have the words to explain that. She also knows that to explain it to me would mean that she would question whether or not I acted like she wanted me to, or whether I gave her what she really wanted.

I can see her desire in her dark eyes. I can see by the way she looks at me, and the glances she gave other men that she wants and needs sex to be something more than just a fuck. It has to be something more than a cock sliding into a pussy. It has to be an experience that she really gets to share with the man she is with.

She looks at me and sees a man she thinks is old enough to be her father. I look at her and see a young woman who has already heard the lines, the sweet talk that disappeared after she gave into sex. I see a woman who is losing her belief in sex.

We talk and I tell her about me. I tell her these stories I write. I tell her about my experiences, from women whose pleasure was to serve me, to a woman who honored me beyond my imagination. I tell her about some of the details of the experiences. I can sense that she feels intimidated by what I relate.

She appreciates the honesty, and it keeps her from walking away. She wonders if she could move a man like women in my past have moved me.

She tells me that she likes sex to be fun. She likes to play games, play make believe, dress up, and be something or someone different and have fun with sex. I see the playfulness in her eyes. I see the bright smile which lights up all of her face. I see the spark of curiosity.

The conversation span days as Lily opens up about the person she is. She shares her past, her thoughts, her experiences, and her likes and dislikes. I give her the same and tell her about me. I always make sure I am straightforward and honest with her. I will not just say anything to her to get her to have sex with me. If she is seduced, I will give her all of the pleasure I can manage to give her, if she isn’t, then she and I will both find other partners. I have no need to be dishonest with her.

Through the conversations a closeness develops. It does not reach to love, nor does it become romantic, but it is still there. It is still something undeniable.

Lily has heard my stories, and she has seen what I have written. She has seen enough to know that I am telling her the truth about what I can do, and how much I want to bring pleasure to my partner. She is ready. She feels some discomfort that I am so much older than she is. She tells herself to do it anyway, to let herself enjoy what it is like to be with a man who really does care about what she feels instead of being with one who seems only to want to take care of himself.

She dresses as a schoolgirl. Her hair is braided with two pigtails over each ear. She wears sexy lingerie under the white shirt and short plaid skirt. The white stockings come up to her knees, leaving her thighs bare. She asked me to dress the part for her too and wear slacks, a white button down shirt, gray sport jacket, and glasses. We’ll role play the instructor and the student. With the difference in age, this role playing is exactly what we need.

To be continued in Schoolgirl Part 2

My Dom and My Sub Part 2

Continued from My Dom and My Sub Part 1

I made Zoey stand up, and then made her bend over so that her head was laying on the bed.

I thought of spanking her, but my cock was more interested in just taking her. I had gotten her very wet. I wish I could say I just get behind her and slid my cock in, but this was real. I needed a moment to get the angle right, but once it happened, my cock literally popped into her pussy. It was so sudden and so intense, she had a small orgasm.

I slowly stroked my cock in and out of her to get it nice and wet and ready for me to truly fuck her. I grabbed her hips, and pulled her onto my cock as I thrust into her hard. Over and over again. This was what I wanted. I wanted her at my mercy. I wanted her overcome by my cock, and completely submitted to me.

She wanted more though. I wasn’t dominant enough for her. She resisted my fantasies and talked back to me. I couldn’t allow that. I spanked her. I spanked her hard for her insubordination. It wasn’t enough. She was still resisting.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. My other hand grabbed her throat, my fingers applying gentle (and extremely careful) pressure. She stopped speaking, her body instantly becoming mine. I bit her ear just before I told her what she was going to do for being bad like that. I told her we were going to find a woman and she was going to pleasure that woman. I would grab her hair and push her face into the other woman’s cunt and I would expect her to make that woman cum hard.

Zoey came while listening to this fantasy. She could clearly picture being forced to go down on another woman and used to pleasure both me and her. I intend to make that fantasy happen still.

Back in reality though. I pushed Zoey’s head down onto the bed and pulled her hands behind her back, just like they would be if she were handcuffed. I had been fucking her steadily for nearly 30 minutes. Both of us were dripping sweat from fucking so hard. My own body felt slick and hot and I loved every bit of it. Zoey was fully submitted to me. I owned her body and mind and she had given it to me freely.

I don’t even know how many times she had cum. It was time for me to cum though.

It was time for me to release my control and just pour my cum deep inside her. I held her wrists, keeping her helpless while I drilled my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. I let that incredible feeling build. When it was time, I grabbed Z’s hips and pulled her ass tight against me, pushing my cock so deep into her that I am sure my balls were squeezing her clit. I unleashed a flood of cum deep inside her. I could feel it shooting through my cock, spurt after spurt of my hot cum. I just held her there, making sure every single drop went as deep into her pussy as possible.

I know she came with me. Her own orgasm shook her entire body and she was barely able to stay on her feet, even with the support of the bed under most of her body. We were so tired and exhausted that neither of us could move right away. But moving was necessary. My own legs were weak from the intense orgasm and the intense work out.

When I caught my breath, I gently nudged her forward as I stepped back. I felt our mixed cum slip out with me, some of it staying on my cock and running down onto my balls, and some running down her legs.

I laid down on the bed and just finished catching my breath while Z took a moment to get a much needed drink of water.

Part 3

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My Dom and My Sub Part 1

I am not a submissive. I find no pleasure in being tied down, punished, brought to pain, or humiliated in any way. So this is not in any way about someone who dominates me.

I have a Dom inside of me though. For a long time I did not know this. I was always too shy, too uncertain to be dominant. Then recently, it changed. I found him inside of me. I call him my Dom. When he wants to play he takes charge, he becomes the man, and he will not accept anything less than his will being done.

I have known Zoey for years. We met sexually. Life separated us, but we remained friends. We came back together, sex returned with our presence. Zoey likes my Dom. Very much. So much so that she is becoming my sub. She submits to me when it is our pleasure, but she is submitting more and more, thus she is becoming my sub.

She came to me one afternoon. Before coming to me she had said something suggestive of spanking me or perhaps something close to that effect. I do not recall it clearly. What I do recall was that my Dom was in charge. I would not accept being told what to do, or accept being offered any punishment. I was the one in charge, and I was the one who would deliver punishment as warranted.

I instructed Zoey to go to the bedroom. It was an order even though it did not sound like an order. Once there she began to undress, but I stopped her. I didn’t want to watch her undress. I wanted to undress her myself. I did. I removed her clothing one article at a time with pauses for me to kiss her lips, her throat, her back, and her shoulders. I held her in my grip with each kiss, and each article of clothing removed. I kept her under my control with my hands and my mouth.

I made her wait while I undressed, then took her in my arms gave her a bruisingly hard kiss on the lips. We were standing beside the bed kissing. My hand moved up the bare skin of her back and I grabbed a handful of her hair. She loves so much when I pull her hair. I swear she could have an orgasm just from the feel of me pulling her hair. Her head pulled back, my mouth went to her neck. Sucking and biting the sensitive flesh and driving her wild with desire.

I pushed her back to the wall and pressed her hard against the wall while I kissed her. Then I pushed her down so that she was kneeling on the floor. She knew exactly what to do. She sat before me and sucked my cock into her mouth. And what a talented tongue she has. She knows how to lick the sensitive spots and to suck me into her mouth. I told her to show me how much of my cock she could suck into her mouth. She showed me what I wanted to see.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to the wall. She was held there unable to move and I fucked her face. She had shown me what she could handle and I carefully gave her as much of my cock as she could handle. I knew this was her fantasy, her desire to be used by me, and I used her. In my mind, I still had more ideas for how I would use her for our pleasure.

To be continued in My Dom and My Sub Part 2