Submitting to Her(17)

She said: "I never would have taken you as one who'd submit so easily to a woman."

"Only to you, Ms Schoenberg," I said, but there were a few cogs whirring inside my head. If I didn't find her attractive, would my attitude have been different? If she'd been plain, would I have stooped to serve her in order to save my job? Somehow, this wasn't all just because she was pretty - before that Friday, my goddess had toned down her femininity in the name of business, cut out the make-up and hidden behind dowdy clothes. She'd been a wallflower, but then she'd taken the bull by the horns and forced me to see the beauty and power within her. It was her attitude that had pulled me to my senses, more so than her beauty.

She'd forced opened my eyes to the thrilling possibilities of submitting to a beautiful woman.

"Here, kiss me here."

I felt like a very, very lucky guy as Zoey pointed to the top of her panties, and guided me to kiss slowly down the triangular patch of lace and satin, over the irresistible slopes of her mound, grazing my lips and nose over the luxurious texture of the moist fabric as I slowly gave in to the temptation to slip out my tongue and taste her.

She was unable to stifle a gasp as she felt my tongue pressing into the thin material, pushing slightly into her underlying pussy, my mouth opening to provide my own heat to her sex. I moaned as I first tasted her glorious savory flavor through her panties.

"You like that? You like how wet you make me?" her voice was smooth, soft and sweet as honey, her words so thrilling to me. "You enjoy the taste of a woman, Jones?"

She pulled herself back, her hands clamping firmly to the edge of her desk either side of her so she could lift herself gracefully up to sit on the desk itself, and open her thighs even wider for me.

I slipped her panties to the side and began kissing down her mound again, this time my lips brushing through the soft little patch of brown hair, then gliding down over smoldering hot velvet to the glistening pink petals of her open flower.

"Oh my God, that feels so good…"

Zoey moaned, her normal soprano dipping into the alto range as my lips tangled with hers, and I tasted her tangy juices from the source, slipping my tongue out to glide inside her succulent pussy.

"Oh, Jones…"

How is it that a woman in the throes of passion can simply breathe heavily, and it sounds like the most beautiful music? Languishing long licks over her tender lips, I indulged in the sensual melody of her sexual response, playing her like some exquisite instrument, teasing out phrases that electrified the air with increasingly forceful caresses from my tongue.

She stroked my hair and the back of my neck as I lapped at her slick folds, which seemed more affectionate than she'd been before. Was I melting the ice between us?

I took my time, sucking on her pussy lips, teasing her clit, adoring her flavor and her scent, that deep earthy musk blended with the very feminine perfume she wore. If this was how she wanted me to compensate for all those weeks and months of hell I put her through, it hardly seemed fair. But I was in 100 percent.

"Oh Jesus, Jones, where did you learn to - "

Another glorious moan cut off her question as I focused my hot mouth on her clit, enveloping her little sensitive button in the raw heat and wetness, massaging with my lips as I slipped a finger inside her pussy.

Looking up, I could see her nipples visible through both her bra and shirt, pressing up so stiff as she arched her back.

"Oh just like that… just like that… don't… ever… stop…"

She was whispering in between deep panting breaths, but while her voice seemed to be giving out, the vigor with which she pulled my face into her pussy only seemed to be getting stronger.

Soon, I felt confident I was sensing the imminent arrival of her orgasm, which appeared to make every move and sound she made seem all the more urgent, desperate, and certainly loud. Her moisture was everywhere over my face as she started to rock her hips, her hand pulling me against her so that she was truly fucking my face.

"Please… please… please…"

Then, at last, she was crying out and shuddering all around me, and I could tell it was a powerful tidal wave of energy that swept through her.

"Oh God... oh God... oh God..." she gasped, her hand letting me go in order to help support her body and avoid collapse.

Almost in time with her climax, I felt a little ripple of contentment quiver through my own body, feeling like a concert musician coming to the end of a great crescendo in front of a highly appreciative audience.

As she succumbed, I gave her pause to luxuriate in the sensations blossoming inside her, gently kissing her outer labia, delighting in every moment I was allowed such intimate contact with such a beautiful woman.