Chapter 3 part 2 A Submissive Female Of New York City

Chapter 3 part 2
A Submissive Female Of New York City

Suddenly he was hugging onto Sue desperately, fiercely, like he would never let her go. And her breast was in his mouth, and he was sucking on it like a baby, and she was holding him close and humming him a lullaby.

"Oh yes. Yes. My dear little boy. My baby boy. Mommy's little boy." She kissed his forehead and stroked his hair and cooed and licked his ears. Phil breathed in the scent of her cologne, he tasted the sweetness of her breast, he felt the softness of her ass in his hands. Sue held him closely to her, rocking him back and forth, crooning sweet words.

Phil's cock, of course, was definitely not behaving like a baby's Sue pressed her pussy against it. She pulled off his shirt and nuzzled at his chest, nuzzling him the way he'd just been suckling her.

He felt the wetness of her pussy against his pants. She sank to her knees and unzipped, pulling them down.

"Mommy wants to suck your cock," she said, but found herself dismayed as it began to soften.

There is such a thing as going too far. "It was okay when I was sucking your tits," said Phil, "but for cock...I want...I want..."

Sue understood. "You want your whore." The magic word brought Phil roaring back to attention.

She tugged him forward a bit, then his balls were in her mouth. She sucked them, devouring them, the greed of submission driving her. Electric currents shot through Phil's body as she licked his groin.

Last night he had been lying down. Now she was kneeling in front of him, a position of worship. He felt like a king. No longer was he the lonely little boy who had been sucking mommy's breast just moments before. He was a man with his concubine, a man being served, back in an old world where men were men and women knew their place.

"Call me names," she asked.

"What if someone hears?"

"Who cares?"

"Oh, you slut," he murmured as she licked his cock. "Whore," he muttered as she flicked her tongue on its underside. "Filthy cunt," he sighed as she took his cock in her mouth.

She looked straight into his eyes as he shot his load onto her tongue, telling her over and over what a whore she was, what a slut she was, a dirty, brazen cocksucker. But no matter how much verbal abuse he let fly, he was still utterly humbled when she opened her mouth, letting him see the white stain, and swallowed.

She stood up, smiling, unclothed, enjoying her moment of triumph. He sat there, peaceful and spent. But guilt nagged at him.

"I didn't do anything for you."

"Sure you did. I loved this."

"But you didn't climax."

I told you, I'm submissive. I enjoy your climaxes as much as my own. Sometimes more.

But Phil found this hard to grasp. But isn't it my duty to please you too.

Stop talking about duty, said Sue, you worry too much? If I really wanted you to do something, I'd ask. But I don't. I wanted to blow you without anything in return. That gives me its own kind of pleasure.

Phil did not understand this. It was contrary to everything he'd believed.

But tonight, I want more, said Sue.

More...what do you mean?

More than just sucking your cock. You need to put more effort into it.

You want me to go down on you?

No, I want you to come up with a scenario. Something like what we've done online. A fantasy brought to life. One of your fantasies. Something memorable. Not just a plain blowjob.

After they got dressed, she opened the door, checking to make sure no one was looking, then hurried him out. She gave him a quick kiss. See you tonight. And think about what I said.

1992 it was. Spring.

Phil was reading George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four for English class.

A the smile had reappeared round the corners of her mouth...then... yes! Almost as swiftly as he had imagined it, she had torn her clothes off, and when she flung them aside it was with that same magnificent gesture by which a whole civilization seemed to be annihilated. Her body gleamed white in the sun. He... took her hands in his.

'Have you done this before?'

'Of course. Hundreds of times — well scores of times anyway...'

His heart leapt. Scores of times she had done it: he wished it had been hundreds — thousands...

'Listen. The more men you've had, the more I love you. Do you understand that?'

'Yes, perfectly.'

'I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.'

'Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I'm corrupt to the bones.'

'You like doing this?... I mean the thing in itself?'

'I adore it.'

That was above all what he wanted to hear. Not merely the love of one person but the animal instinct, the simple undifferentiated desire...

After reading this, Phil had one of the biggest erections of his young life. It was hotter than the hottest porn. It was the first erotica he'd ever read.

That character would stay with him for years — decades. The wanton female, the source of corruption, the rebel who flaunted the rules, who lured with her body. The girl who never said no, who had sex with man after man after man, giving in to their basest desires. The girl all the other women judged, looked down upon, but that Phil regarded with the greatest respect.

At work that day Phil had few meetings, for some inexplicable reason. He was supposed to be coding, but thinking about Sue was much more enjoyable. He couldn't get his mind off how good her mouth had felt on his cock, how wonderful it had been to play with her, how liberating it felt to be himself, no longer hiding who he was.

How could he meet her demands? Rather than fiddling with VBScript, he ruminated on the problem. Finally, an idea occurred to him. And another. And another.

He did a few Yahoo searches and clicked through to a few addresses. They seemed close enough together, and they'd probably have what he wanted. He emailed an address over to Sue.

She met him that evening wearing the same whorish outfit she'd had on last night. This was a surprise to Phil. He'd learned the hard way that women never do that if they can help it. Once in high school he'd worn the same shirt two days in a row (it had been washed and dried the first evening) and he was astonished at how many girls commented on that fact the second day.

To be continued