Enthusiastic Compliance

I was finding it difficult to make words happen in that moment, so in lieu of speaking I simply lifted my skirt. I was aware that I was blushing slightly. Even though I was technically the one in control in this situation, this woman had me right under her thumb because I was head over heels for her. An idea was brewing in my mind that even though I desperately wanted her to be mine, I didn't want to own her. There was conflict there that I couldn't deny and couldn't stand.

My train of thought was interrupted when the woman got to her knees and planted a deliberate kiss on the very tip of my cock, making it twitch slightly in delight. Any thoughts and hesitation I had melted away in that moment. She placed another kiss on the tip, she had complete control; made even clearer by the fact that her eyes were locked with mine. A third kiss, this time she allowed her eyes to close briefly and kept the glans pressed into her lips for a few seconds. They felt like little pillows being pressed into the sensitive skin of my head.

She locked eyes with me again and pulled back slightly, but still remained close enough that I could feel her warm breath against my stiff rod. "I'm sorry if I'm a bit rusty. I haven't done this in years." She said and then stuck her pink, moist tongue out to drag it along the bottom of my shaft.

"I'm getting a blowjob, I'm not going to complain." I said, trying to keep my cool as best I could.

She kissed the tip once more, and at last I saw the tip of my cock vanish between her dark red lips. The feeling was fantastic, she easily had more skill than any other person I'd been sucked off by yet. She knew exactly what she was doing, her movements were slow, but deliberate and precise. She began to bob her head up and down slowly, spending a great deal of time pulling up and dragging her mouth along the shaft. I felt like she was trying to give my cock a massage with her mouth. Her tongue was working tirelessly as well, poking, prodding, sliding, and lapping at the shaft and tip with each slow, deliberate bob of her head. If this was how it felt when she was rusty, I couldn't wait to see how it felt when she got her groove back.

"How are you feeling?" She asked between a few slow, long strokes of her tongue.

"Fucking fantastic." I replied, breathily. I could tell I wasn't going to last much longer with how skillfully she was handling me. I had to admire her willpower, there wasn't even a hint of desperation in her movements or her tone. Perhaps the only sign of her need to suck me off was the fact that she was doing it at all.

She once again slid the tip into her mouth and slowly slid her lips down the shaft. I felt myself penetrate her throat, and moaned at the tightness enveloping my shaft as my entire length disappeared. To my shock and delight, she didn't gag, and she also didn't bring herself back up. Instead I felt the muscles in her throat start to ripple along the flesh of my cock as she began to swallow and suck my length.

It was too much, I felt a familiar pressure in my groin, and didn't have time to warn her before I started to ejaculate. I moaned loudly as my cum began to undoubtedly fill her stomach directly, the muscles of her throat milking everything I had as she swallowed continuously. All the while she was simply staring up at me with her piercing frost-blue eyes. I noted, however, that her pupils began to dilate as I was dumping my seed down into her body. This only lasted until the end of my ejaculation, at which point her eyes returned to their original sharpness, and she began to unsheath my throbbing sensitive length from her mouth and throat.

When it finally was released she swallowed one last time and then seemed to clear her throat. She then calmly stood up again in front of me while I leaned against one of the display stands for support.

"You said your name was Lucy, right?" She asked.

"Lucy Fenrose, yeah." I nodded. "Hell of an introduction." I joked.

"I apologize for my forwardness, I hope it wasn't any trouble." The woman replied, pulling a handkerchief out from inside her suit jacket and lightly dabbing it on her lips. "My name is Elizabeth Lockheart, by the way. You can call me El."

"Nice to meet you." I replied. Her face still looked very familiar, and she even sounded more familiar now that I heard her name. I still couldn't quite put my finger on it, however. "And it's fine, I kind of prefer a bit of forwardness." I admitted.

"That's good, because I have something of a confession to make. I'm quite a successful businesswoman, and I mostly attribute my success to my tendency to cut out unnessecary fluff. I take pride in my bluntness and honesty, and I am quite in-tune with my own feelings." She rested a hand on her hip, shifting herself in place slightly. I found myself intrigued, I genuinely wanted to know more about this woman. "So when my feelings tell me that I am attracted to you, I don't question them or deny them. Especially when this is the first time I have felt this way in a very long time." Her eyes locked to mine again. "I would like to go out with you."

Yet again, just like before, she didn't request it, she simply made her desires known. It was no surprise to me that she wanted to go out with me, she was technically my **** now, but the way her desire manifested was very fascinating.

"It's a bit unconventional, you don't even really know me."

"I won't lie, it's certainly strange when I think about it carefully, but I can't and won't deny my feelings on the matter. At the very least I feel it's worth giving a shot, especially since I haven't dated in ten years."

I was floored. Someone as gorgeous as her hadn't gone out with anyone in a decade? "Really? That long?"

She nodded. "I've been too busy focusing on my job and taking care of my sister. Love has been the furthest thing from my mind until now."

Dots were finally connecting slightly. She had a great sense of style, she was a successful businesswoman, brown hair, blue eyes, and she took care of her sister…

"What's your sister's name?"

"Nikki." She replied.

"Oh shit, I know her! I'm one of her friends!" I said excitedly.

She cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah! God damn I had no idea her sister was so hot."

She smiled slightly. "Thank you for the compliment. Well now my worries about you being a stranger are somewhat quelled. If my sister trusts you enough to be her friend then I doubt I have much to worry about."

"Even if I told you that nine other girls including my sister were my personal sex slaves and cum dumpsters?" I toed the line a bit, knowing I could get away with it.

Elizabeth shrugged. "I don't see why that would make you untrustworthy. You had enough honesty to confess it to me, after all." That was a solid point.

"But how do you feel about it?"

"Indifferent." She said simply, crossing her arms under her impressive bust, making her cleavage stand out even more. "I'm not a jealous person, and I clearly have no need to be. You are undoubtedly attracted to me, and not just my body, but my personality as well." That was certainly true.

And there was still some conflict in me about how I wanted Elizabeth to be positioned in the grand scheme of things. I felt as though the position of being a **** would be ill-suited to her personality. On the other hand, I supposed there wasn't any particular reason I needed to treat her like a ****.

"I have a question," she began, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, causing her breasts to wobble slightly in her blouse, "are you intending to count me among your 'sex slaves and cum dumpsters'?"

While I knew she would be happy no matter what I answered, I had made up my mind about what to do about her. "No, actually. I'm more than happy to treat them like good fuck-buddies, but you're different. I want you to be my girlfriend."

"So you intend our relationship to be more romantic than platonic."

"Yeah."

"I would be more than happy to do so." She replied. "What time do you plan to be finished with work?"

"Eight. My sister is coming to pick me up."

"Do you have plans?"

I poked my fingers together sheepishly. "An orgy with my sister and her slutty friends." I looked down shamefully. If I had known I would be meeting my soulmate tonight I would have left my schedule open. "I can easily cancel it though."

She shook her head. "Bring them over to my place, I'll join you."

My eyes widened, not only at the offer, but at the business-like way Elizabeth proposed the idea. "Uh, you sure? Wouldn't we be bothering Nikki?"

"She'll be at the library all night. She won't get back until very late. Besides, you and I are dating now, she shouldn't be surprised that we might be interloping." It was pretty interesting how Elizabeth was rationalizing the situation, after all there wasn't anything normal or typical about it.

"Well, all right then, sounds good."

After exchanging numbers with my new girlfriend, she texted me her address so Vanessa could drive me there after work. After giving me a very intense kiss she left, saying she had to return to her own job, she had come here on her break. She also mentioned in passing that she was the founder and CEO of LockTech, a fairly successful software company.

This revelation gave me a lot to think about for the rest of my shift. This morning I had toyed with the idea of finding someone rich to take care of me, and I lucked out, because I happened to find a super hot CEO of a successful company. I looked around the store and mused about how it would be the last time, I wouldn't need a job anymore after today. I wouldn't even need to live with my mother for much longer.

After writing up a brief letter to my boss explaining that I was quitting today, I texted my sister.

"Change of plans, I got a girlfriend today at work. We're having the orgy at her place." I sent.

"Oooo my baby sis is growing up! Is she hot?"

"Insanely."

I then spent the rest of my shift fantasizing about the upcoming six-way.