Submission

His kiss is so powerful. He pulls my whole body into it, into him. I feel so small, but in a good way, like he can protect me, like he can take care of me.

My traitorous hand finds its way up his sweater. Sadly, he has more clothes underneath and I don’t get to his skin like I want.

As if sensing my desire, he pulls back and throws his sweater over his head. He attacks my lips again with his fiery kiss, sucking any will I have of staying faithful to my Jack out of me.

You could have a better Jack, the dark side of my mind whispers.

My hands don’t want to deal with the buttons of his shirt and waistcoat so they go to his fine leather belt.

He kisses my chin and then my neck. I take the opportunity to get some much-needed air. His suit screams money same as the gold watch that rattles at my ear as his hand cradles my head.

Your Jack can’t afford dinner. He’s not half the man this Jack is. My hands reach into his loose pants and grab his massive cock. He doesn’t have half the cock.

I hate that these nasty thoughts are going through my mind, but they’re not wrong. This Jack is superior to mine in seemingly every way. And worse, while those nasty thoughts are breaking my heart, they’re heating up my womanhood.

He backs up and I find myself lowering to my knees, almost as if my body is moving on its own. His cock is so hot in my hands, it’s like a nuclear rod glowing with power, eradiating me until I wither away under it. I pull him up to free his balls. They’re hairy but like the rest of his crotch, it looks like he normally shaves and just hasn’t for a while. I would never suck Jack’s balls if they had hair, but this Jack? I take his balls into my mouth and relish the flavor.

His musky scent infuses my nose and percolates along my taste buds. He tastes so fucking good! It’s like he rubbed oranges over his balls or something.

His hands gently hold my head, not forcing or trying to even guide me. He just wants to touch. After taking in each of his egg sized balls, I slide my tongue up his shaft. As each inch passes, my heart beats faster and faster. Eight, nine, ten, elven! Twelve! Fucking thirteen! Fourteen fucking inches! I’m approximating as best I can but I’m pretty sure I’m right. Fourteen inches of cock. My Jack is only three and a quarter. What’s really got me going crazy is how big he is around! Size matters, but it’s less about length and more about girth, and this man has a fuck ton of girth. A rivulet of my juice runs down my thigh. My pussy is gushing if anything has made it past my panties. I’ve never been so wet in my life, but I don’t know if I can take this cock. I’ll just suck it. I wouldn’t want him to think I’m some easy whore. Then again, here I am on my knees after meeting him just a couple hours ago. How much easier can I get?

I lick my lips, part in anticipation and part to lube them up. I swallow his head down and it presses against the back of my throat.

“Oh, Abigale!” His hands rub my hair but stay gentle, running along the bun as if he doesn’t want to mess it up.

I pull the spikes from the bun and toss them aside. I pull him out to take a breath but also to let him know, “You can play with my hair.”

I quickly take him back down. Luckily, I was born without a gag reflex. If I had been, I’d be choaking and sputtering since I’ve never had to take a cock all the way to the back of my throat. At least not like this. ‘Deep throating’ my Jack isn’t really deep throating. Deep throating this Jack should earn me a Medal of Honor.

His fingers run through my long hair as he softly moans. “Oh my god. Abigale, you’re so good.”

With more than half his cock to go, I don’t feel like I’m doing very good. Even without a gag reflex, fitting this monster down my throat is the challenge. Shocker that he doesn’t black out with so much blood going elsewhere. I push forward and down, cramming more of him into me.

“Ohh! Careful, babe. Don’t hurt yourself. This probably isn’t the best pos… Ohh! Position to deep throat me.”

I pull myself off his cock and jerk him as I look up into his honey brown eyes. “What would be?” I swirl my tongue on his massive head to match how the honey swirls in his eyes.

He smiles down at me with that winner’s grin again. “On the table. Lay on your back.”

I do as he says. Thankfully Hector keeps a very clean desk, so I only have to push my purse aside. I sit on the desk and Jack pulls me in for another scorching kiss. I feel like I’m burning up and I realize I’m still fully dressed. I move my lips to his ear as he kisses my neck. “I’m so hot, Jack. Help me.”

He doesn’t need more than that to start unbuttoning my blouse like it’s a competition. He pulls the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms. His kisses trail my collar bone and then down to my tits. He goes to a knee, but I pull him by his tie back up to kiss those strong, powerful lips. Something about them emboldens me, as if he’s literally putting words in my mouth along with the courage to say them.

“I’m going down on you.” I smile. “Now stick that cock down my throat.”

He smiles back. “Yes, Ma’am.”

As I lay back, one of his hands cradles my head and pulls my hair out so I don’t lay on it. He lines up and I lick my lips again, this time, mostly just because I’m so excited. I open my mouth and he presses in. My throat expands to take him but it’s so much.

He goes deeper than I would have ever been able to do on my own, stretching my esophagus to mold around his hard veiny cock. Each bump and ridge is so pronounced. Thum-thump, thum-thump. My knees shake as his pulse runs through me.

I place a hand on my throat just to feel it, to feel how much this man is rearranging me.

“You okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

Without the ability to speak, I just give him a thumbs up. He slides deeper and deeper into me. I unzip my skirt, luckily it’s on the side rather than the back, and my hand slips under the wool and then the cotton to reach my slathering mound. My flower has never been this wet before. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in so long. Or maybe this Jack has hit every fucking turn on button I have. I play with my clit, nothing too dramatic since I’m still focused mostly on the python crawling down my throat.

When his balls touch my face, I cum. My body shakes and my knees push together.

Jack’s hand slides down my belly and under my skirt. Panic sets in. If I let him touch me, he’ll probably think we can have sex, but I don’t know if I can. The sad thing is, it’s not cheating on my Jack that’s holding me back, it’s the fact that this Jack has a massive cock that will break me in half.

I grab his arm just as his finger reach my mound. Both hands grip hard muscles and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, my two arms wouldn’t be a match for one of his. He could overpower me easily. I pull his hand down to my flower, not because I’m giving up, but because the thought that I’m with a man who can take it from me if he wants makes me burn with desire and I need to know what that power feels like between my legs. I’ve always been a dom, ever since I started exploring my sexuality, being on top has always done it for me, but against this Jack, I feel so small, and the thrill of submission is lighting me up like a firework.

My hands slide up his arm as his fingers dive into me. My whorish moan is completely blocked by the giant cock lodged in my throat. The sticky skin of his balls roll over my face and I climax again. I jerk and my hands shoot out to his body to find steel plate abs fully exposed. I slide my hands up and down him and then around his hips to grip his firm ass. I pull him in more, pressing my face into his balls and my chin into his groin.

He groans like a bear and then begins to pull out.

No! No, I want it in me!

I wave him to stop but he doesn’t. He leaves my throat and I cry out for him.

His hand lifts my head up. “Sit up.” His voice is husky and his tone brokers no argument, but I give him one anyway.

While I do sit up, I know exactly where he’s going with this as he moves around the desk and pulls my quivering legs around to face him. “Jack, I don’t know…”

“This cock is going in you,” he says. “Say it.”

A flash of anger at being told to fuck dies quickly when I see his manhood sheathed in a thick coat of saliva, my saliva. My pussy throbs and my hips slide out from under me as I open my legs, but Jack catches the back of my neck before I can lay down.

“Say it.”

My heart shoots into overdrive as I look into his eyes. The swirling honey has hardened into a dark mix of lust, need and power. I swallow hard. “This cock is going in me.” I barely manage a whisper, but that was all it took.

He lets me lay back as his hands pulled my skirt and panties down. His head slips between my legs and he gives my flower a passionate kiss. The sudden shock makes my arms jump to my head to play with my hair but one hand hits my purse and my phone slides out next to me. I can see I’ve missed some texts from Jack.

Jack: Hey? Working late?

Jack: I was thinking about getting dinner going, what did you want?

Jack: Hun? You okay?

Fuck! I should stop this. I’ve gone so far! I sucked another man’s cock, and now… Oh, god, now he’s licking me like I’ve never had before. Fuck! He’s so much better than my Jack. I can just tell my Jack the teachers all stayed late or something.

Me: Order something for yourself.