mounted-and-owned in topic Male domination · Edited
True story:
After a violent encounter with a man at age 15, I went through a lesbian phase. I had girl crushes all the time and felt safe with women, so it was easy. During my first year of college, I had a job at the local cinema and hit it off with one of my female colleagues. Although she was engages to be married with her long-time boyfriend, we started an affair. One afternoon, her fiancé came upon us as we were having sex in their bedroom. He stood in the doorway and stared at us as his fiancée was busy licking my pussy. I looked up at him and our eyes met. Rather than feeling guilty or embarrassed, I found myself locked into his gaze. Instead of being angry, he seemed more intrigued, even lustful. Although it was likely only a few seconds, it seemed like an eternity before the spell was finally broken when his fiancée caught sight of him, jumped up from the bed, and ran towards him. As they were talking in the other room, I quietly got dressed and snuck out of the apartment to return to my dorm.
Later that day she texted me saying that he would like to meet me. So we made plans that I would come by for dinner the next evening. My heart pounded as I walked up the stairs to the apartment. To my embarrassment it was he who opened the door. He looked at me appraisingly for a moment. Then when he took my coat, he bent towards my ear and whispered: "You have a beautiful body." I flushed and feebly murmured: "Thanks." In spite of the initial awkwardness, the dinner went by smoothly. And after a few bottles of wine and a few rounds of truth or dare, she started kissing and caressing me, while he was kissing and caressing her. Before I knew what was happening, items of clothing were being removed and skin was touching skin. She held me in her arms and, caressing me all the while, she whispered in my ear: "He wants to fuck you." She paused and I breathed hard. Then she continued: "I know that you've had bad experiences with men, but he will be gentle. He won't hurt you. I promise." My mind was reeling and I felt apprehensive. But I was too far gone to object, so I simply nodded. She positioned herself on the bed and beckoned me to lean against her. She continued caressing me and kissing my forehead gently as her fiancé nestled himself between my legs. He lubed up his cock and rubbed himself against my clit while his intense gaze lingered on my face. Then he pushed himself inside of me and I gasped. He paused while she made soothing shushing sounds in my ear. Then he continued, slowly pushing himself deeper. I moaned involuntarily. Then he started thrusting rhythmically as I held on to his fiancée's legs. He reached up to kiss her while he continued fucking me. My mind was clouded with desire and pleasure and the whole night continued in a hot and sweaty haze until we were all spent and satisfied.
We had a few more threesomes after that, but his attention was increasingly directed towards me and she knew it. One evening I was supposed to meet them at their apartment as usual. But unbeknownst to me, they'd had a big fight and she had stormed out. So I found myself alone with him for the first time. He took my coat as usual but then he grabbed me by the arms, held me firm, and started kissing me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. We had never really kissed before. As if by unspoken agreement, kissing between us had been off limits. Now his tongue explored my mouth hungrily. As he paused for breath, I asked him where his fiancée was. He waved his hand impatiently and said she'd be back soon. Then he started removing my clothes and kissing me again and again with that same impatient hunger. Then he pushed me against the wall and growled: "I'm going to fuck you hard." He pulled his cock out of his jeans and pushed my legs apart. Then he pushed himself inside of me, groaning as he did so. He fucked me so hard that I couldn't help gasping and moaning in pleasure. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. And I had never felt so whole and fulfilled as with his cock filling up my cunt. Then without warning, he came inside of me filling me with burst after burst of hot cum. I came harder than I ever had before as he growled in my ear: "You're mine now."
Just as he pulled out his cock, his fiancée entered the apartment and found us there with his cum dripping out of my cunt. She shrieked and threw herself on him like a wild banshee, hitting him and crying. Just like that first day when he had walked into his fiancée and me, I gathered my things and fled the apartment. For the next few days, both of them tried to reach me, leaving text and voice messages on my phone. But I ignored them. Finally, I agreed to meet with them. They said that they had worked things our between them and that if I wanted that, they would like to have a three-way relationship with me. I declined, however, and said that since I was the last to enter this relationship, I should be the first to go. I choked back my tears and told them I would go home to see my parents for a few days to clear my head.
Back in my dorm room, as I was packing my things, he texted me and asked me if he could give me a ride home. I hesitated, thinking I should resist him and refuse the offer. But I couldn't. So half an hour later, he took my bags from me and escorted me to his car. We were silent during the drive. Neither of us knowing what to say. As we neared my parents' house, I directed him to park the car about a block away as I didn't want them to see us. I placed my hand on his leg and saw his erection pushing against his jeans. Without a word, I unzipped his pants, took out his throbbing cock, and took him into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked him in long strokes, taking him deep into my throat. Then I sucked his balls and licked his taint while rubbing his cock all over my face. As the build-up got too intense he stopped me. He didn't want to blow his load all over my face. Instead he led me to the backseat of the car, pulled off my pants, and nestled himself between my legs. He entered me and fucked my gently, kissing me softly. He was so gentle and strong, beautiful and decisive that I couldn't help loving him in that moment. This time he asked me where he should cum and I told him I wanted to feel his warm cum inside of me. We lay there for some time holding each other. Then I finally cleaned myself up, put on my pants and took my bags out of the car to walk the rest of the way home. I never saw or spoke to either of them since. But I learned later that they broke off their engagement not long after. And sometimes I still think of this man who showed me how beautiful, intense, and pleasurable sex between a man and a woman can be and my life is a lot fuller and more fulfilled because of him.
After a violent encounter with a man at age 15, I went through a lesbian phase. I had girl crushes all the time and felt safe with women, so it was easy. During my first year of college, I had a job at the local cinema and hit it off with one of my female colleagues. Although she was engages to be married with her long-time boyfriend, we started an affair. One afternoon, her fiancé came upon us as we were having sex in their bedroom. He stood in the doorway and stared at us as his fiancée was busy licking my pussy. I looked up at him and our eyes met. Rather than feeling guilty or embarrassed, I found myself locked into his gaze. Instead of being angry, he seemed more intrigued, even lustful. Although it was likely only a few seconds, it seemed like an eternity before the spell was finally broken when his fiancée caught sight of him, jumped up from the bed, and ran towards him. As they were talking in the other room, I quietly got dressed and snuck out of the apartment to return to my dorm.
Later that day she texted me saying that he would like to meet me. So we made plans that I would come by for dinner the next evening. My heart pounded as I walked up the stairs to the apartment. To my embarrassment it was he who opened the door. He looked at me appraisingly for a moment. Then when he took my coat, he bent towards my ear and whispered: "You have a beautiful body." I flushed and feebly murmured: "Thanks." In spite of the initial awkwardness, the dinner went by smoothly. And after a few bottles of wine and a few rounds of truth or dare, she started kissing and caressing me, while he was kissing and caressing her. Before I knew what was happening, items of clothing were being removed and skin was touching skin. She held me in her arms and, caressing me all the while, she whispered in my ear: "He wants to fuck you." She paused and I breathed hard. Then she continued: "I know that you've had bad experiences with men, but he will be gentle. He won't hurt you. I promise." My mind was reeling and I felt apprehensive. But I was too far gone to object, so I simply nodded. She positioned herself on the bed and beckoned me to lean against her. She continued caressing me and kissing my forehead gently as her fiancé nestled himself between my legs. He lubed up his cock and rubbed himself against my clit while his intense gaze lingered on my face. Then he pushed himself inside of me and I gasped. He paused while she made soothing shushing sounds in my ear. Then he continued, slowly pushing himself deeper. I moaned involuntarily. Then he started thrusting rhythmically as I held on to his fiancée's legs. He reached up to kiss her while he continued fucking me. My mind was clouded with desire and pleasure and the whole night continued in a hot and sweaty haze until we were all spent and satisfied.
We had a few more threesomes after that, but his attention was increasingly directed towards me and she knew it. One evening I was supposed to meet them at their apartment as usual. But unbeknownst to me, they'd had a big fight and she had stormed out. So I found myself alone with him for the first time. He took my coat as usual but then he grabbed me by the arms, held me firm, and started kissing me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. We had never really kissed before. As if by unspoken agreement, kissing between us had been off limits. Now his tongue explored my mouth hungrily. As he paused for breath, I asked him where his fiancée was. He waved his hand impatiently and said she'd be back soon. Then he started removing my clothes and kissing me again and again with that same impatient hunger. Then he pushed me against the wall and growled: "I'm going to fuck you hard." He pulled his cock out of his jeans and pushed my legs apart. Then he pushed himself inside of me, groaning as he did so. He fucked me so hard that I couldn't help gasping and moaning in pleasure. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. And I had never felt so whole and fulfilled as with his cock filling up my cunt. Then without warning, he came inside of me filling me with burst after burst of hot cum. I came harder than I ever had before as he growled in my ear: "You're mine now."
Just as he pulled out his cock, his fiancée entered the apartment and found us there with his cum dripping out of my cunt. She shrieked and threw herself on him like a wild banshee, hitting him and crying. Just like that first day when he had walked into his fiancée and me, I gathered my things and fled the apartment. For the next few days, both of them tried to reach me, leaving text and voice messages on my phone. But I ignored them. Finally, I agreed to meet with them. They said that they had worked things our between them and that if I wanted that, they would like to have a three-way relationship with me. I declined, however, and said that since I was the last to enter this relationship, I should be the first to go. I choked back my tears and told them I would go home to see my parents for a few days to clear my head.
Back in my dorm room, as I was packing my things, he texted me and asked me if he could give me a ride home. I hesitated, thinking I should resist him and refuse the offer. But I couldn't. So half an hour later, he took my bags from me and escorted me to his car. We were silent during the drive. Neither of us knowing what to say. As we neared my parents' house, I directed him to park the car about a block away as I didn't want them to see us. I placed my hand on his leg and saw his erection pushing against his jeans. Without a word, I unzipped his pants, took out his throbbing cock, and took him into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked him in long strokes, taking him deep into my throat. Then I sucked his balls and licked his taint while rubbing his cock all over my face. As the build-up got too intense he stopped me. He didn't want to blow his load all over my face. Instead he led me to the backseat of the car, pulled off my pants, and nestled himself between my legs. He entered me and fucked my gently, kissing me softly. He was so gentle and strong, beautiful and decisive that I couldn't help loving him in that moment. This time he asked me where he should cum and I told him I wanted to feel his warm cum inside of me. We lay there for some time holding each other. Then I finally cleaned myself up, put on my pants and took my bags out of the car to walk the rest of the way home. I never saw or spoke to either of them since. But I learned later that they broke off their engagement not long after. And sometimes I still think of this man who showed me how beautiful, intense, and pleasurable sex between a man and a woman can be and my life is a lot fuller and more fulfilled because of him.
