Becoming Owned
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It was an early summer evening and I was taking the train home from work. Opposite me there was lady who looked like a corporate exec. She was late twenties with well kept shoulder length blonde hair and reading through what looked like legal papers of some kind. The only thing that looked slightly out of place was that her skirt was a little shorter than I might have expected. In fact as I tried to discretely check out her legs, she crossed them and the darkened hem of a stocking top was plain to see. The woman seemed preoccupied with whatever documents she was reading and so I spent the next 5 minutes pretending to read my book but really trying to see as much thigh as I could.
I must have gotten a little careless because after a good long look I checked up to see her staring right back at me. I wanted to break away but I was fixed just staring back at her. After what seemed like an eternity I broke her gaze and pretended to go back to my book. In my peripheral vision I couldn’t see any movement from her, so after another thirty seconds or so I again looked up to see her still staring directly at me.
I looked straight back down, my heart racing. I think strangely my main fear was that she would accuse me of staring at her in front of the other passengers on the train, the people I see every day on my commute.
For the next 3 minutes I dared not look up from my book, though I was hardly reading it. I couldn’t tell whether she was still staring at me or had gone back to her papers, but I hadn’t the nerve to check. It was only when the train began to slow as it pulled into the next station that I risked looking up again. I knew it wasn’t my stop but thought I would make a show of looking out of the window for a sign as if checking it was my stop or not. After I had done this I casually looked her way again. She was still looking at me, though this time she had a slight half grin, as if she knew exactly what I was doing.
I was about to break her glance when she spoke to me. It was a very feminine voice, beautiful and light but at the same time the words were spoken with such assuredness it took me a moment or two to understand them.
?This is my stop?follow me? and with that she grabbed her bag, stood and turned to get off the train.?
My heart was going crazy now. The passengers around me were looking at me wondering what on Earth was going on. I was desperately trying to come up with something to say, to make a joke or to pretend she was a friend or anything to save my embarrassment. But then I did something I would never have expected. I got up and moved to get off the train. I don’t know whether I did it avoid the awkward situation on the train or because I wanted to see what would happen if I did follow the woman. As I moved out the train I thought to myself I could just get back on further down and in future just sit at the other end of the train. Even as I walked down the platform to get back on again further down I didn’t think I really believed I was going to follow the lady, but as I went to get back on I saw her two or three yards ahead of me. She was walking away and I was just standing there now, starring at the backs of her long legs as she walked away. I had dated some good looking women in my time and my current girlfriend was in good shape but never had I felt such powerful feelings of attraction. Even if she was just going to laugh at me for missing my stop it might be worth it to get a better look at her.
So I followed her up the stairs and then into the car park, my eyes never left her. Not once did she turn around to see if I was following. Her car was parked at the far side of the car park, when she got to it she opened the door to the back seat and got in. She left the door open and when I got to it she was laid back across the seat her skirt raised above her stocking tops. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was just about to try and say something funny or witty but she stopped me by saying ?get in and shut the door.? As soon as I had shut the door. She looked me right in the eye and said
?Now carefully remove my knickers and put them on the driver’s seat?. I wasn’t going to turn that down so I placed my hands on the outside of her thighs and ran them up to the top of the knickers and gently edged them down her legs. She starred at me the whole time and after I had neatly placed them on the driver’s seat I looked back into her eyes then at her lush red lips as she then told me to ?eat?.
I got between her legs and was about to follow my usual method of licking and kissing the inner thighs before teasing my way to licking pussy, but she put both her hands behind my head and fairly forcibly moved it so my mouth was right on her pussy. ?I said eat.? After a couple of minutes of this she gently patted the back of my head and said ?yes that’s right.?
I was so turned on; the whole experience was intoxicating. Her taste, her hands on my head pushing me more and more into her, the aching in cock throbbing with being harder than it had ever been before.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been licking her but maybe after twenty five or thirty minutes her breathing became very heavy and she became even wetter. She was pushing into my face and pulling my head in with her hands so tightly at the end that I was genuinely struggling to breathe. When she came she let out a final deep breath and then moved my head side to side fully coating my cheeks and chin in her juice.
I sat up exhausted but horny beyond belief and moved to wipe my very wet face with my arm.
She took my wrist before I could and said ?leave you face be for now.? She didn’t offer a reason or try to justify it and after a second I let my arm drop back to my side. I thought it was strange but really I was so horny I didn’t want to do anything to prevent getting off myself.
There was a moment where she just sat looking deeply at me again. I didn’t know what to do, I was expecting her to take the lead again and give me a blow job in return, but she just looked back at me.
When still she made no move I had to say something ?my turn now then.? I tried to laugh slightly as if I had done this kind of thing a lot and moved to open my flies.
?What are you doing?? she said.
I was half panicking at this stage that I wasn’t getting anything.
?Well I’ve gone down on you now its your turn to go down on me.? I said with as much self assuredness as I could.
?I wish I could, but I have a meeting later this evening and I won’t have time to redo my make up?
I was about to get very upset, in fact I’m not sure what I would have done, probably just stormed off in a sulk but just as she could see my emotions were all over the place she smiled and said ?well I could jerk you off here if you like.?
Hell yeah I thought, that’s the least you could do but it would definitely hit the spot.
I went to open my files again but she told me to wait a moment as she rummaged though her bag. I was still rock hard and if she was going to jerk me off she could get gum or whatever she wanted, I was going to cum in her beautiful delicate hands.
She had pulled her phone from her bag and was pointing it at me.
?What are you doing?? I asked.
?I want to film you.? She stated in a very matter of fact way, as if there was no chance of me complaining about this.
?No way,? I said ?you can’t film jerking me off.?
?I cant make you? she said ?but it’s the only way this little hand is touching your cock? and with that she filmed her free hand and gently touched the side of my face running a finger across my still slightly slick cheek and then pushed just a little into my mouth. ?Or you are free to leave now.? She pushed her finger further into my mouth still holding the phone that was still recording straight at me. ?What’s it to be? Nod if you want me to record me jerking you off.?
I had lost it at this point, somehow her having a finger in my mouth had totally given control of me to my sexual needs and I needed her to let me cum. I nodded and then just watched her as she smiled and took her finger out of my mouth.
?Good boy? she moved her free hand to my flies and began to unzip them. To make matters worse she began to give a running commentary, which at the same time made me feel humiliated but still so very horny.
?So how big are you I wonder? A little boy or a big boy??
She reached in and I nearly lost it when her finger first touched my bare cock as she wrestled to get it out and free and pointing straight up to attention.
?Not bad at all, a reasonable size?
She looked back at me ?I can see you are a bit too excited maybe, so I am going to slow things down by taking a few still photos for a bit?
She switched the phone back to still mode and held my cock between thumb and fore-finger. *click* went the camera phone. She pushed my cock back against my stomach and took a shot of the underside *click*. Then she scooped my balls up in her hand and took a shot just of them *click*
I didn’t know where to look; I was frozen, half petrified and half desperate to cum.
She took a couple of pictures of my face too, commenting on my glistening cheeks.
Then finally she went back to filming and gripped my cock with her free hand. Her hand was slightly colder than my cock and I could feel each finger. Her fingers were so delicate and I watched transfixed as she slowly moved her hand up and down.
She stopped as she could quickly feel me losing control again.
She gestured for me to take the phone from her ?make sure you keep it pointing at your cock as you cum though? she said as she now used her free hand to cup my balls.
My hand shook as I filmed myself, I was almost there, I was going to have the most amazing orgasm of my life.
?Are you about to cum?? she asked me.
?Yer-yes? I stuttered.
Then look into my eyes as you cum, I want you to see that it is me letting you cum.?
Still pointing the camera at my cock I turned to look at the woman whose hands we expertly holding me on the edge of an orgasm.
Even though I was staring deep into her eyes I could see her lush red lips move as she spoke slowly to me.
?You have another decision now.? She stopped jerking me as she said it as if to emphasize the point. ?when you cum which I will let you very shortly, as I don’t want to make a mess of my car or your suit, I will do my best to cup my free hand and catch as much of it as possible. You can then either get out of the car and that will be the end of our fun, or you can lick your own cum from my hand until it is totally clean and we may see how our little adventure continues?.
I heard the words but didn’t really process them as I was starting to cum. I didn’t break gaze the whole time. I came powerfully and a lot. I was still shaking as I felt her hands leave my cock. Lost in her beautiful eyes I just sat there. She looked back and smiled, and then I noticed her cupped hand brimming with my milky warm cum. I didn’t want to get out of the car. I wanted to gaze into her eyes at her lips and eat her beautiful pussy, but I certainly didn’t want to drink my own cum.
What it all came down to though was that I didn’t want this to end.
I learnt forward towards her beautiful hand. I tried to suck it all down in one go but there was too much. I nearly gagged at the taste, but I kept going until I was licking her palm, then her fingers where in my mouth feeding me the last globs. She left two fingers in my mouth as she said
?Well done, from now on when you cum you will always swallow it all, but then don’t worry as from now on that will be a very rare event.?
I was actually sucking her fingers as she said this, I was lost in her.
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BDSMby Abe Froman(c) 2006The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature so if you are under 18 stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.This story - from inspiration to final text - is courtesy of my muse and my Lady,...
This happened a few years back and honestly been craving and dying to let it happen again. So I answered an ad on craigslist about a Gloryhole nearby my place. One check that out and oh my God fucking One of the best blowjob I have ever had. I love it so much, I emailed him my number and told him to text me when he has his gloryhole up. And boy he hit me up every time and damn straight I went to him on a regular. After a few time letting him suck me dry I didn’t ask him I told him I wanted to...
First they discover BBC on porn site ..And they masturbate thinking about big black cocks fucking them ...And then ... one day they agree to a date with a black man ... and discovers their first big black cock ...With apprehension they suck their first big black cock ...Then comes the time of the first penetration ...They have never been penetrated like this .. so hard .. so intensely ...Then comes the moment of the first ejaculation in her ...Now they are blacked .. too late to go back .. They...
Disclaimer. This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee strory, are intended for adult readers only Becoming Brandee Chapter Ten: Now this was totally unexpected. I had initially thought that my wife Julie and I were both to be dates for Richard and suddenly I become very aware that only my wife is Richard's date for the evening. And, once I open the front door, I will be meeting my very own date. "You look divine, Brandee," said my wife encouragingly, "Now make...
Introduction: Straight girl is seduced by a sexy, black woman. Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start Note: This story is dedicated to Jamie who requested this perverse tale. Jamie you are one naughty deviant. Note 2: And thanks to Estragon for his dedicated copy editing. Becoming a Pet: An Innocent Start Ever look back on your life and try to pinpoint exactly when your life changed? It is almost never anything dramatic, but usually a decision that is out of character with what you thought your...
I consider myself to be a sexual girl. the day prior to this particular story, I’d had the ninth and tenth different cock fill me with cum. I’d had sex with the three members of my adopted family, as they sought to use me as their sex toy. The day began as any other weekend would but once my eyes were opened, seeing my step-brother Rob in a more sexual light, there was no turning back, despite resisting the urge to masturbate in front of him. My fall into the abyss really started when I went...
ExhibitionismBecoming DeeDee by DeeDee Pauca Chapter One It's hard for me to believe that I lost my parents more that ten years ago. They were killed in an auto accident on June 10th - twelve days after my fourteenth birthday. Obviously, that's a day I'll never forget; to lose one's parents at such an age is traumatic. But I'll also remember the day because it became the first day in a whole new lifestyle. Mom and Dad left only one relative. My Mother's sister Bunny...
Becoming A Housewife -------------------- Author Note: This story was inspired by fellow Fictionmania author JaneDough7 who started (but never completed) a wonderful series called "The Housewife" back in 2003. Ever since I read her stories, I've been entranced by the idea of a young man becoming a housewife - a regular, ordinary housewife with regular, ordinary duties. I started my version in 2009, but then got stuck in exactly the same place that JaneDough7 got stuck, and so...
I love to masturbate. This is the story of how I turned myself into the bad masturbating slut that I am today. It all started when I was sixteen. I was in high school and I was a good girl at the time. I had never done anything sexual before, in fact I'd never even kissed anyone. I wasn't bad looking or anything but I was very shy. I had many friends who were all far ahead of me when it came to sex.One day I was with a few of them eating lunch. We were all talking about girly stuff. The...
MasturbationBecoming Father Michael Pt 1 Introduction: Michael finds celibate is the last thing a Father is. Genre: Fantasy. Becoming Father Michael is a complete fantasy and any resemblance to anyone, or any location or convent is completely unintentional.=========================================================Becoming Father Michael part 1."Have you thought of becoming a priest Michael?" Father Rafferty said after one mass when I just finished my confession."No father," I said, "I think now I've...
BECOMING BETH By Betty Noone CHAPTER ONE. THE EARLY DAYS Before I married my beautiful wife of fifteen years, I confessed to her that I occasionally had the desire to dress as a woman. At the age of 24, I had my own apartment before I wed, and had just a few articles for me to dress up in. One pair of panties, a bra, and a house-dress, commonly called a duster. I used pancake concealer to hide my beard and a little lipstick. I did not have a wig, but used a cotton...
Becoming Jennifer By The Princess I received the shock of my life on the eve of my fortieth birthday. My name is or rather it was Mark Holms and my life at that time seemed idyllic. My wife of sixteen years, Jenny, had presented me with three wonderful sons. Our first boy was Andrew, aged fourteen. Our second lad was Doug aged twelve and our youngest was Michael aged ten. Jenny was still lovely at thirty-eight. Her five foot eight inch trim body was all woman and her looks if...
Emshon's Authors Note--This is an older story of mine that was posted on Crystal's Story Site (R.I.P.) back in 2001. I'm going to consolidate everything here on Fictionmania. I hope you enjoy this oldie-but-a- goodie. Becoming Wendy-Whore For those of you just joining in on this story, please allow me a moment to recuperate before I catch you up to speed on my tale. After all, so much had happened to me in the short span of just a few days, that I felt certain at times that I...
This is the fourth story in my Were universe. But since I am using a new character, I thought that I would follow the example that I set in Be Were and instead of calling this Were 4, I am calling it Becoming a Were. Becoming A Were By Morpheus I scowled deeply as I leaned back on my bed, staring at the math book and homework questions that I'd been working on for the last half hour. Then with a sneer, I tossed the book onto the floor. "Who the fuck needs this shit anyway?" I...