Submitting to Her (32 page)

Then she leaned forward, and crawled over to
me, and to my complete surprise, held her hair out of her face and
pushed forward to kiss me.

Oh God, I so very nearly exploded in Taylor's
mouth.

Zoey's kiss was so powerfully sensual.

My every sense was overwhelmed by her, her
softness, her power, her sweetness, her purpose. I didn't even
notice Taylor, didn't see how she reacted to suddenly seeing this
strange new arrival move in on the guy whose cock was buried down
her throat.

Yet Zoey continued to kiss me, and Taylor
continued to lick and stroke and suck my cock.

After a few minutes, Zoey broke away from me,
her cheeks a little pink from our kiss, and she moved down towards
Taylor, placing her fingers gently in the blonde girl's hair -
almost affectionately. I just watched, quite unbelieving. I know
Zoey had already seen me with Ms Jenkinson, but this was somehow
completely different.

Zoey was smiling at Taylor, who quietly made
way for her to take over kissing the end of my cock while she
wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

Taylor just watched, stroking my leg as my
beautiful goddess ramped up my pleasure levels by a factor of a few
thousand. Zoey really was incredible, her tongue sampling me,
lashing me, massaging my hardness, playing with me. She sank down
on my shaft, and my whole body trembled with the force sweeping
through me.

It wasn't just sexual conduct, it was more
than that. It held a meaning that just wasn't there with
Taylor.

Zoey broke away and now kissed my stomach so
sensually, and then both girls were there licking my cock at once,
brushing rogue strands of hair over each other's faces as they
shared my hardness. Licking together, then one of them taking me
into her mouth for a few beats, before withdrawing so the other
could suck on me instead.

Somehow sensing that this was going to be a
little much for me to sustain, Zoey moved away, leaving my cock to
Taylor, as she returned to my face, her blouse falling open though
I hadn't seen her unfasten its buttons, her bare breasts touching
down where I could suck on them.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered.

She held my throat and dropped down to kiss
my mouth. "I came to get you back."

And I knew with everything inside me that she
had done just that - though Taylor was still with us, rapidly
becoming our shared toy, I knew I wasn't going to be able to step
away from my goddess again. I'd have to deal with the Brandon issue
somehow, but it wouldn't involve leaving Zoey.

"I thought you wanted Brandon instead," I
said.

"No," she said, giving me her superb breasts
to play with, to kiss, to lick. "He's gone. I won't see him
again."

I felt unbelievably good at that. It felt
like winning the Mega Millions jackpot.

"We did have fun, didn't we?" I said, now
sounding as though I was begging her to come back to me, not vice
versa.

"And can again," she said, those pretty
brown-almond eyes of hers sparkling.

It seemed strange, reminiscing, reconnecting,
talking it out while Taylor continued to service my erection. But
the blonde looked up and smiled at us both, and I thought she
seemed somehow impressed at us - perhaps assuming we had
stage-managed this three-way, leaving me to seduce her and bring
her home for Zoey. It was unconventional to her, an experience. And
perhaps her earlier orgasm helped open her eyes to anything.

I knew Zoey had once given me to our chief
executive as some kind of sacrificial offering, but again I was a
little taken aback at how easily she shared me with another woman.
Leaving our new friend to my cock, she seemed happy to drape her
breasts over me, allowing me free access to her hard nipples while
we maintained our discussion.

"It got too serious," I said in between
mouthfuls of her sweet buds. "With Brandon."

"He was a mistake."

"A mistake you made twice?"

She moved down to kiss my mouth forcefully,
her tongue squirming against mine, probing me, trying to calm me
through distraction. God, she was a good kisser. It's so easy to
forget how some girls can literally sweep you into another world
with nothing more than a kiss.

"The first time I was trying to hurt you
back," she said, snatching a breath or two as my palms now found
her breasts, my fingers taking up where my lips had left off. "The
second time… I had too much to drink, I wasn't sure what I
wanted."

I prompted her: "Whether to lead or to
submit, you mean?"

"Yes. Part or me enjoys being taken by an
alpha male - always has. And when you were watching me… my God, it
was like mainlining cocaine."

Taylor was watching us as she now pulled back
from my hardness to drag my pants and underwear all the way down my
legs. Did she have any idea what was going on between Zoey and I?
It appeared almost as though she was focused on a soap opera, her
eyes flicking back and forth between us as we spoke.

"I like making you feel good," I said, taking
inspiration from Taylor's actions to help Zoey remove her blouse
completely. "But I won't do anything with the kind of guy that hits
women."

I found myself craving Zoey's pussy, and I'm
not sure if it was because she was biting her lip now - which I'd
come to know as a surefire signal that she needed me to go down on
her - or whether the clear hunger in my eyes had prompted her to
begin biting her lip in the anticipation that I was in the mood for
a little taste of her sex.

Breathing hard, she sat up and swung a leg
over my stomach, straddling me, her skirt hiked up around her
waist. She was facing away from me, but her pussy was too far away
- down over my stomach. She lay back against my chest, in a natural
position for me to reach around her and cup her breasts in my
hands, but I felt disappointed she was keeping me from her real
prize.

"I won't see him again," she said, her head
touching down on my shoulder. "The first time was to hurt you,
Aiden. The second time was to be with you."

I couldn't see what was happening down below,
but one moment I felt Taylor kissing my cock, and the next my cock
brushed through her hair while she still held it firmly, and I got
the distinct impression from the wet sounds and the long deep moan
from my beloved that this blonde girl was now exploring her
bisexuality.

Zoey groaned, bucking and writhing on top of
me, one hand supporting her body on my chest, while the other
stroked Taylor's hair, encouraging her as she licked her pussy.

I felt so jealous of Taylor just then, so
desperately wanting a taste of Zoey's pussy myself.

I tried to keep calm. I said to her: "I don't
understand. The second time was to be with me?"

She glanced over her shoulder at me, and said
quite clearly: "I was asking him for a divorce."

I felt a jolt of surprise. That I had not
been expecting. So - the two of them had not simply gone out in
college. They were married. Brandon had not merely been a brute of
a boyfriend, he was a fully accredited abusive husband.

The knowledge made me feel sorry for Zoey.
Yet this was not a situation ripe for pity. Breathing hard, Zoey
pulled back a little from Taylor, and the blonde resumed sucking my
cock. Zoey sat forward, so that she could close her hand around my
shaft while Taylor managed to lick the tip.

For a moment or two, I felt the strange
sensation of two women giving their attention to my manhood
together - but then I felt Zoey claim sole ownership, grabbing my
cock to slide it up and down her moistened slit a few times.

Her hips moved forward and I let out a long,
low growl as I felt my hardness enveloped by the intense heat of
her pussy, so tight as she sat on me, firmly staking her ownership
rights over me. But as Zoey gyrated her hips to slowly fuck me, I
felt the strangest little tickle on my cock where it protruded from
her. I looked down to see that Taylor was licking Zoey between her
thighs as she straddled my cock. I could feel a little of her
licking, her little tongue-tip occasionally dancing over my own
flesh while spending most of the time on Zoey's.

Riding my hardness, Zoey kept her hands on
Taylor's head as though it were the pommel of a saddle on a rodeo
horse.

I only wished I had a better view, but it was
nevertheless incredible to hear my Zoey moaning and gasping, with
Taylor fingering her clit while moving up to suck on the brunette's
nipples and fondle her breasts. It wasn't long before a minor
orgasm shuddered its way through Zoey's body.

It was one of those moments that was going to
stick in my memory for all time, I'd wager.

"Here," I heard Zoey say breathlessly when
her shaking finally subsided. Sitting back on my belly, Zoey
slipped my cock out of her pussy, and I realized she was talking to
Taylor, offering me to her - even holding my cock out for the
blonde.

Taylor slipped my slippery shaft back in her
mouth, tasting Zoey's juices as she did so - the blonde certainly
wasn't squeamish about the whole girl-on-girl thing.

And now, at last, I had the delightful sight
of Zoey shifting back toward my head, hoisting herself up to her
feet so she could get the perfect position as she sat down again,
on my face. I pulled her soaking little white lace panties to the
side again, and now her burning hot pussy was touching down on my
nose and lips. Heaven.

Craning my neck a little, and protruding my
tongue, I tasted her, her delicious juices flowing freely after her
recent climax.

Down below, Taylor was no longer content to
simply provide oral service - she sat astride my hips, and then my
cock was inside her. Her pussy was very wet, and I glided easily
within her as she rode me.

This was glorious. Zoey was now taking
charge, rubbing herself over me, no longer concerned about my own
welfare. I had to snatch my breaths and keep holding her underwear
out of the way while I also concentrated on licking and sucking her
where I could.

My every sense was saturated by sex and
female power. The sound of two young women getting off on my body,
using me as they wished - it was so wonderful.

Zoey was directing us, ordering Taylor up,
ordering me up, signaling for Taylor to go on all fours and lick
her pussy while she sat back against the headboard and the pillows.
Leaving me to slide inside Taylor from the rear, gazing down on her
pert behind as I split her cheeks, Zoey going crazy as Taylor ate
her out, periodically looking up at me with those sexy mischievous
grins.

Insinuating that she could misbehave with
random blondes just as easily as I could.

Zoey had the most almighty orgasm - this was
something that was as real as it was earth shatteringly loud. She
was shaking, juddering, calling out.

I pulled out of Taylor, and as Zoey collapsed
back, gasping for breath, the blonde turned over, allowing me to
penetrate her missionary-style, holding her thighs firm as I eased
back inside her.

After a little while, Zoey picked herself up,
and lay beside Taylor, her head moving between the blonde's thighs.
Licking Taylor's pussy from above, and then as I periodically
withdrew my cock, Zoey was also licking and briefly sucking the tip
of my cock.

Zoey looked up at me and smiled warmly, and
now I wanted in on Taylor's snatch. I pulled away and ducked down,
and now both Zoey and I were tonguing and kissing Taylor's slippery
pussy, her wetness all over our fingers and all over our lips, so
that when we kissed again, our mouths were soaking with Taylor's
sweet candy-flavored juices.

Taylor lay back, and this time her cries
seemed genuine, somehow, her orgasm clearly not faked when at last
it came, shivering through her body as she yelped like a jackal on
fire.

Our cute bottle blonde was asleep in no time
and though this had started off as a likely one night stand, I had
no intention of making some kind of excuse to get her out of
there.

I lay back, and Zoey slithered on top of me,
and I think the force of Taylor's orgasm had made both of us forget
that I hadn't yet come to my own finish.

Zoey grinned, realizing it as she lay on top
of me, feeling my hardness straining up against her.

"You're not going to walk out on me again,
are you, Jones?" she whispered, slipping my length inside her hot,
soaking pussy.

"Of course not," I said.

"Good," she kissed me. "Although I like the
blonde. We'll keep her. I guess I need to think of this kind of
reward for you sometimes, when you've served me well."

I kissed her back, smiling. "I only need
you," I said. "But I think you've had just as much fun with
her."

Zoey was crushing my cock with her pussy, and
even though she was hardly moving on top of me, I could feel myself
building towards the end.

"I wonder if we might be able to convert her
into a dominant female," she said quietly just before the intensity
of her body on mine became too much.

I kissed her, and said: "You know, a better
idea would be for me to learn how to switch - to dominate you
occasionally."

Zoey's eyes flashed with unbridled lust.
"That could be something."

She smiled again, and now clamped me with
sudden and colossal force, her thighs squeezing mine mercilessly,
her vaginal muscles gripping my shaft without a care for my
welfare. And then I was bursting forth, my hot seed pumping out
inside her, with my entire form rocked by the most intense climax I
could remember - yet somehow the force was contained by the
pressure she exerted lying on me.

Well who knew, a little reconnection, some
careful heart-to-heart talking and forgiveness and promises all
round could bring me my own rom-com style resolution?