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Note to reader: This is the first part of a femdom romance with a fantasy element that is subtle in this part but will become more developed in the next part. If you’re not a fan of femdom and non-consensual/reluctant female-on-male strap-on ass-fucking (pegging), you may want to find a different story. Proceed with caution.
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Tanya was the sexiest woman I had ever encountered. In-person or on film. In reality or in fiction. She was everything I ever knew I wanted. I never had a choice.
We met in college, in philosophy class of all places. By fate, she was in my small group where we were encouraged to debate the discussion questions out loud. She was articulate and fierce and supremely confident. Her thoughts were her own. I like to think that I would have been as attracted to her based on that alone, even if she hadn’t been drop dead gorgeous. I also found her accent exotic and attractive.
She was kind of a goth girl. The palest, smoothest, most perfect skin you could imagine. Not a blemish anywhere. And the deepest blue eyes I’d ever seen. I guess I’d call her a classy goth. No tattoos. No cheap jewelry. No spiky dog collar. But she wore black lipstick, black nail polish, heavy mascara matching her jet black hair. As far as I knew, her only piercings were four rings in her left ear, two in her right, and a small diamond nose stud. I confess to speculating on other locations she might have pierced.
It all seemed so exotic to me, a straight-laced guy from a small town. I’d never considered piercings, tattoos, or really even any conscious fashion choices. I wore blue jeans almost exclusively simply because that’s how I’d grown up. College itself was enough of a culture shock; so to me, she seemed more like a mythical creature.
I’d seen guys approach her after class only to be turned away, sometimes aggressively. Taller guys. Stronger guys. Better looking guys. I figured I had no chance, but I had to try. I had to. I’d never felt even a tenth this level of attraction to another human being. Ever.
So I took my shot. I approached her cold, after class like the other failures had.
“Uh, hi Tanya! I’m Jake!” I managed a nervous smile.
Tanya just stared back at me, unimpressed, and said nothing. This response tempted me to just smile and nod and slowly back away, but I pressed on.
“Look, I’ve been watching and listening to you all semester, and I think you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever encountered. Could I maybe buy you a coffee sometime?”
She raised her chin while keeping her eyes on me, like she was appraising me anew.
“Sure. Why not?” she replied at last. She even gave me a little smile.
Shockingly, we hit it off. We came from different backgrounds. Me an in-state tuition student from the rural US and she a foreign student from Romania. I was taking philosophy as part of an english major, hoping to be a writer. She was taking it as part of a computer science major, interested in cybersecurity.
“You like strong women, don’t you Jake?”
I almost choked on my coffee but managed to stay calm. Even with my somewhat limited experience with women, I could tell this was a question that needed to be handled carefully.
“Sure. Who wouldn’t want strength in a life partner?”
“Lots of people. Some of them are looking for a pet. For a demure, docile creature to dominate.”
I wasn’t really sure where she was going with this. I shrugged. “To each his own I guess. But that’s not what I’m looking for.”
She pressed on. “What’s most important to you? Career, friends and family, or your woman?”
“Well, I don’t have a woman…”
“Hypothetically” she waved her hand through the air, metaphorically brushing my objection aside, “Let’s say your dream job is offered to you in one city, your friends and family live in another city, and your dream woman is tied down to a third city. Where do you live?”
“The third city,” I answered quickly and automatically.
She studied me for another beat before granting me an approving smile.
I smiled back at her. “Did I pass the test?”
She kept smiling as she shrugged. “They all say the third city.”
I frowned. “But I believe you,” she offered in consolation.
We took things slow. I guess because I was the bashful type and also because I was so smitten with her that I was scared shitless about doing anything to scare her off. She was definitely the more self-assured between the two of us. I felt confident that she would let me know when she wanted things to get physical.
But after the 12th date, without a kiss, I was starting to wonder if I’d misread things. Had I been friend-zoned? No, there was sexual tension between us, I felt certain. The looks we shared. The way we flirted. Unless things are WAY different in Romania, she wanted me.
Maybe where she came from the guy just always had to make the first move. Heck, I mean some girls from here are that way too. Don’t want to be seen as sluts. Not that I could imagine Tanya feeling bursa escort bayan that way. She didn’t seem to give a fuck what anyone thought of her.
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So I resolved to go for a kiss. And I’m ashamed to say, I schemed. I figured getting her a little drunk couldn’t hurt my chances. She had never ordered any alcohol any of the times we went out, so I wasn’t sure how to go about it. Eventually, I booked us a reservation at a fancy cocktail bar on the 48th floor of a building downtown. I read all about the cocktails so I could talk them up and be super enthusiastic and hope that I could convince her to try one with me. Or two. Or however many she needed.
“This place reportedly has amazing cocktails, Tanya. We should definitely try some!”
She smirked at my enthusiasm. “You know I don’t drink, Jake,” she dismissed me cooly. But I was determined.
“And why is that? Are you a light weight?”
“Something like that…”
I stuck a finger up between us. “One drink. C’mon Tanya, they have this vodka from Iceland here that has been filtered through ancient volcanic stones! Don’t you want to try new things together?”
She studied me for an unnerving length of time before softening her features. “Alright Jake, if you want so much. One drink.”
To be honest, I’m not sure the drink helped my chances any. She showed no outward signs of being the least bit tipsy. Which was strange because the drinks were strong. I was definitely feeling less inhibited than usual as we walked back to her place after dinner.
At the door, she tried to bid me goodnight as always, but I went for it. My breathing was rapid, my palms were sweaty, I hoped like hell this wouldn’t ruin our relationship, but I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I captured her eyes with my desperate lustful stare, trying to fix her with my tractor beam. Without breaking eye contact until the last second, I went in for the kiss.
She let me. Her lips were full and soft and black. She didn’t kiss me back, but she didn’t pull away, indecisive like. I put my hand on the back of her head and kissed her harder. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and she moaned. It was the most feminine sound I’d ever heard her make. She moved her lips and slid her tongue alongside mine as her hands settled in my hair.
Suddenly, she pushed me away. “No Jake *breathless gasp* we…we shouldn’t.” I could tell her heart wasn’t in those words. I kissed her again hungrily.
“Mmmmmm” she moaned into my mouth, accepting my tongue again, sucking on it.
Then she pulled back and shoved me back up against her door. She glared at me. I felt sure I had blown it. She stepped forward menacingly, pinning me against the door with a hand to my chest, and kissed me with violence. She thrust her tongue deep, raping my mouth.
I had never been kissed like that. My body slumped against the door behind leaning my weight into it and letting her have her way with me. My dick became an iron bar in my pants.
Her hands ran over my body, and I returned her touch, squeezing her to me. I grabbed her ass through her skirt as I had been longing to do for weeks. Her buttocks were tight and full.
My hands were drunk. This was everything they had been craving for weeks on end. Encouraged by their success on her rump, they ran down under her skirt. The feel of bare skin above her thigh-high stockings made my erection throb uncomfortably in my underwear. I couldn’t believe that she was letting me feel her up this much after weeks of not even a kiss. But she just kept moaning and sucking on my lips and dominating my tongue with her own. I didn’t question it.
I chanced a feel between her legs. She was wet. Enough that her panties were damp. I felt an instinct, a clear vision of what I needed to do. Part of me thought it was drastic, but drastic seemed to be working for me.
Right there in the hallway outside her door, I dropped to my knees in front of her, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties to the side while moving my head in. She grabbed me roughly by the hair and jerked my head back. “What are you doing?!” she looked alarmed, like my rapid escalation had finally shocked her from her enjoyment.
“Please Tanya,” I literally begged on my knees, “just let me pleasure you.”
Her eyes studied me, a mixture of lust and indecision in them. I thought she was about to reject me, when she suddenly pulled my head into her crotch. “Lick me!” she demanded.
I went after that honey pot like pooh bear. I buried my nose in her soft mound. I was focused on my sense of touch, but I idly noticed she had an intricate design tattooed in blue ink just above the well-groomed triangle of hair at the top of her slit. Wild, I thought. It turned me on even more.
I tongued her pussy rabidly. She tasted sweet and tangy. I’d only ever licked one other pussy, but Tanya was way more responsive than that girl had been. She kept her grip in my hair and pulled me into her crotch while writhing her hips, bursa escort sitesi almost humping my head.
And she was verbal. “Ohhh! Oh Jake! YEESS! Oooh just like that, just like that baby, oh fuck!” I vaguely worried that some neighbor might call the cops on the porno soundtrack she was blasting through the hallway, but anyone who heard it was likely too aroused by it to act.
I could have stayed there on my knees for the rest of my life. But suddenly she jerked my hair so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. I reflexively grabbed her hand and held it to my head in defense. Every muscle in her pelvis and lower abdomen contracted. I felt the shudder run though her and a gush of fluid shot into my mouth. I swallowed what didn’t drip off of my chin. She released me and slumped against her doorway.
I could have sworn I glimpsed a faint bluish glow coming from between her legs before her skirt flipped back down. Must have been my eyes playing tricks on me.
A few seconds later her eyes fluttered back open as she recovered from her climax.
Her pupils became focused again and she looked right at me and gave me the most innocent, pure smile. It filled my chest with warmth. In that moment, I would have died for her.
She giggled. “C’mon,” she said as she helped me to my feet and quickly brought us inside her apartment. She kissed me hard, driving her tongue forcefully into my mouth before dragging me to her bedroom. I thought for sure we were going to fuck. She started stripping me, pulling my shirt over my head before going for my fly. I tried to go for her shirt but she swatted my hands away and I relented. The experience of being stripped and pursued was new and irresistible.
In seconds, I was butt naked while she remained fully clothed. Tanya pushed me back onto her bed and came in after me. She never hesitated. She knew exactly how she wanted me. Which turned out to be on my back folded in two with my legs in the air. She knelt between my legs, with my knees on her shoulders and her knees under my lower back.
It was an embarrassing position for me. I would have protested, but she was so decisive, directing me into position, putting me just so – I couldn’t find it in me to stop her.
Her hands on my cock and balls may have had something to do with my compliance. The woman clearly knew what she was doing. One hand stroked my shaft with just the right amount of pressure while the other fondled my testicles. She spit on my glans a few times for lubrication.
I’m not going to lie. I felt like a bitch on my back getting a forceful handjob from a fully clothed woman. I did not for a moment think that this is how things were done in Romania or anywhere else. But I knew she was kind of weird, you know, the goth thing, and her dominant personality, so I just went with it.
When she spit on her hand started smearing it on my asshole with her finger, I found my voice. “Whoa Tanya, what are you doing?”
She smiled dangerously down at me. “You will like this Jake. You will cum big.”
And with that, she slid her finger right up my ass.
“Ahh!” I squealed in shock. I had never put anything in my ass before. It burned like fire, and my asshole clamped down hard on her little finger.
Her mouth dropped open with a delighted grin as if she was getting direct pleasure from the act. “Ooooh,” she cooed happily as she started to tap my prostate from the inside and stroke me faster.
I lasted less than ten more seconds. My dick shot off like a cannon. The first volley made an audible slap as it splashed against my neck. The next rope centered on my nipple. She milked the rest onto my stomach.
When she dropped my emptied cock onto my belly, she swiped her finger through the glob of cum at my neck. She brought it up to my face and actually touched it to my lips before I realized what she was doing and quickly turned away.
“What the hell, Tanya! No!” I yelled angrily, trying to reclaim a small piece of the dominance I’d lost.
Her smile disappeared, and she looked disappointed. “What?” she asked like she couldn’t imagine anyone objecting to eating their own cum. To make her point, she sucked her finger into her own mouth. “Doesn’t taste bad. I’m sure you would have liked me to swallow it if I’d blown you, no?”
She had me there, so I just glared at her like a petulant child.
“You think I couldn’t taste myself on your lips when I kissed you?”
The thought that she could recognize the taste of her own pussy juice was hot. A girl tasting girl cum was sexy. A guy tasting boy cum was just gross. These were facts like gravity to me, but I could sense that Tanya would not agree.
She re-coated her finger with more cum from my neck and held it in front of my face. “C’mon Jake, be a good boy. Do it for me,” she said calmly like these words had always worked. I debated for another second, but then she gently curled the finger she still had buried in my ass. In that moment, her message seemed clear: ‘It’s too late. The time to take a stand was before I finger-fucked your bottom to orgasm.’
My body let me know the decision had been made by opening my mouth. But Tanya was not having it. “Look at me!” she commanded.
With some difficulty, I met her eyes. She seemed to recognize the vulnerability in me and softened her stern expression a touch. “Stick out your tongue.”
I extended it and she painted it with my own spend without breaking eye contact. “Suck,” came the next command.
I sucked.
This visibly pleased her. She pulled her finger out, coated it again, and returned it to my sucking lips. “Good boy, Jake,” she praised. She looked so happy and beautiful, feeding me my cum with her finger up my butt. Only after I’d swallowed the vast majority of it did she remove her finger from my ass and pad off to her bathroom.
I laid naked in her soft bedding, feeling violated and powerless. I could still feel a little ache in my virgin anus.
I tried to reconcile my thoughts. On the one hand, I was happy. I was naked in the bed of the girl of my dreams. I hadn’t been friend-zoned. I’d gotten to do much more than kiss her. It had experienced a level of eroticism I thought only existed in fiction.
But on the other hand, I was worried about how our relationship might change with what we’d done. And more than anything, I was worrying about what it said about me. Was I weak? Was I a freak? Most guys wouldn’t let a girl finger their asses and feed them their cum, I felt sure of it.
Tanya returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. I considered lashing out with a little passive aggressive kink-shaming to reclaim some of my dignity, maybe say something like ‘So you’re kind of a freak, huh?” I would have if she’d had anything like sneer on her face.
But her eyes were kind. She lovingly began wiping the dried cum and spit from my dick and my balls. When she moved the cloth to my belly, I tried to take it from her. “I can do it,” I stammered. She just looked at me like I was cute, pushed my hand away and kept washing. “Hush, let me take care of you.” She washed my stomach and my chest and my neck. I tried to enjoy it, but I wasn’t right. My emotions were up. I felt like I might start crying for no reason, which was exactly the opposite of how I wanted to feel in that moment.
Tanya could tell I was disturbed. She set the washcloth aside and smoothed my hair behind my ear, scratching my scalp romantically. “Hey,” she said, “I know that was tough for you. You’ve never submitted to a woman before.” She said it like a statement, not a question. “Thank you, Jake. I’ve been fantasizing about you like that since we met. It was beautiful. My best sex time with an American.” She smiled at me brightly enough that I detected a joke.
“Was that your only sex time with an American?”
She giggled that she’d been caught. “Yes, but that’s not what I meant!”
I smiled back at her to show that I was a good sport, but she could see that I was still feeling uncomfortable. “It was very nice, Jake.” She raised her finger like she had an idea. “I know what makes all boys feel better!” She reached both hands down the top of her blouse and lifted out her fantastic breasts. “Tits!” she exclaimed like one would say ‘Eureka!’
She properly removed her blouse and bra and then laid down next to me, pulling my face into her cleavage, running her fingers through my hair. She was right. Tits did make me feel better.
As I nuzzled her, I could tell she was lost in though as she said softly above me, “What’s done is done. You surprised me in the hallway, Jake. But I think it will be ok…”
The words seemed odd to me at the time, but I figured she meant with our relationship. Maybe the phrasing was a bit lost in translation.
She let me suckle a bit on her perfect nipples before declaring it time for bed.
“You can sleep with me, Jake, but no more sex stuff tonight, ok? Should I wear some pajamas over my panties or will you be able to control yourself?”
“No pajamas required,” I answered with a grin. I wasn’t stupid.
She let me spoon her a while after we turned the lights out. I knew she could feel my boner against her soft ass, but I kept my end of the bargain and rolled onto my back after a while without trying to initiate more sex that night.
All in all, I felt much better at this point. It had been one of the weirdest nights of my life, but I saw it as an adventure. She was a kinky girl. ‘Tomorrow, we’ll fuck properly,’ I thought as I drifted off to sleep.
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The next day, we woke up in bed together, both unreasonably happy and smiling to see each other. It was like the picture perfect young love I’d always dreamed of.
She kissed me despite my worries about morning breath, and I grabbed her ass. I would have loved a pre-breakfast fuck, but she swatted my hand away with a laugh and got up to get ready for the day.
We went out for breakfast, walking arm in arm the whole way. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The food tasted great, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. I was charming. She was witty. The world was bright and wonderful and perfect. I was sure we were heading right back to bed to have some proper sex after breakfast.
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