Thread: Submitting in Suren

Peter looks at you confused, clearly not making the connection yet of what you are intending to do. Ahhh to be young and stupid. He reluctantly withdraws his hands from your breast and pussy and looks over you again as he tries to figure out how to push you down onto your knees. Placing his hands on your shoulders won't work since you're taller then him so instead he places his hands on your hips, however before he pushes down he reaches around you first, overcome by his male breeding instinct and gives your ass a firm grab. Like rolling cookiedough he begins to squeeze and unsqueeze your ass cheeks. exploring their texture noting how they're firmer then your breast. Overcome once more by his male instinct to breed he suddenly moves his hips forward and grinds the tent in his pants against your pussy. You can feel the jean like clothing covering his cock, rubbing against and between your pussy lips, sliding up and down as Peter's body seeks to penetrate you. This goes on for a minute before he finally gets a hold of himself and pushes you down onto your hands and knees, still not sure about what happens next. Whoa, the urge is definitely there. As Peter's hands continue to claw into my butt cheeks and he is in the process of dry humping me with his rod of wonder still safely tucked away I can feel myself getting moist between my legs, and in the process leaving my traces on the front of his pants. Things are heating up, my groin included, and the temptation is big to just get his dick out and let him take me right here, standing. I want to savor the unique experience for just a bit longer, though, and eventually Peter manages to reign himself in and send me to the ground. Once my knees hit the earth, though, I gently dislodge his hands so my upper body can stay upright. Looking up at him, and smiling sensually, I ask Tell me, do you like it when I am kneeling in front of you? Have you dreamt of women doing so before? Women paying their respect to you? Women subjugating themselves to your rule? As I speak my hands come up, undo the latch of his pants, and my right hand slips inside, getting hold of the warm and rigid piece of meat. Peter gasps as you grab his cock, letting out a moan of pleasure as pre-cum begins to drip down his shaft. He looks down at you, not quite sure if your question is some kind of trap but he nevertheless nods his head. Yes, he tells you and he means it, it did feel good to be the bigger one, the one on top. With slight impatienence he begins to move his cock in and out of your hand, almost in an attempt to fuck your hand as he seeks to find himself pleasure. That's good, the voice in the back of your mind tells you, now teach him what to call you, no all women from now on. Really burn it into his mind what the hierarchy is. The voice had a point, or you could teach Peter to respect women. What will you do? A tricky situation, that. If I twist Peter such that he is demeaning and insulting to women he will have tough luck finding another girl after me, even though I personally might enjoy it. Let's not overdo it and tentatively test the waters. There's nothing wrong with enjoying to be in control. Many a woman likes to let the man take the lead during intercourse. I tell him, only to add I am among them with a sly grin. So go ahead and command me all you want. And to give him a first hint what benefits hemight reap I bend forward and slide his tip between my lips. Peter lets out a loud moan at your lips on his cock, his inexperience membrane throbs in your hands and lips, emitting warmth and pre-cum from its tip. Peter looks down at you hesitantly for a moment before saying, O-ok, I want you to-to do that again. Peter tells you looking bright red in embarrasement. Clearing his throat he says more specifically, I want you to suck my dick and jerk me off.