1. Taken By Default


    Date: 10/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Male / Older Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 14.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Act I: Where she hooks me Before I could turn my head in surprise, she had fingered my last cigarette from the crumpled pack in front of me. It was now dangling from her lips as she shot me a defiant look. ‘Aren’t you going to give me a light?’ Her fingernails were drumming impatiently on the vinyl counter top while I fumbled with my Zippo, finally producing a flame which she sucked in sharply through the cigarette. She swiveled away from me and threw her head back to spit a cloud of smoke into the already dense air of the hotel bar. I eyed her cautiously in the mirror behind the bar. Late forties, cropped black hair short enough to be daring, huge round earrings that stretched her tired earlobes. The executive kind. Her face was hard and stern, too much mascara around the slitted eyes, her thin lips painted three shades too dark for her pale skin. She was wearing a grey pin-striped business suit, straight-lined skirt and jacket over a white blouse, black stockings, high-heel pumps. Anger breathed through her every pore. This was a woman who, in my twisted fantasy, could force a man to his knees with a simple look. I felt my hardness tearing a tell-tale crease into the front of my pants as I imagined her standing above me, arrogant and disdainful, baring her crotch with one hand while the other – spent ashes from her cigarette snowing down on my shoulder - pulled me into her wet cunt. Casually looking down at me and puffing her cigarette, she rode herself to a swift cold ...
    climax on my face. ‘Do you need help with that?’ The woman had turned back to me and her eyes were on my crotch, where my hand was squeezing my stiff dick through the fabric. Embarrassed, I crossed my legs and hid my lap under the counter. I didn’t dare to look at her, but I could feel her cold stare boring holes in my skull. As inconspicuously as possible, I slipped a ten dollar bill onto the counter to pay for my beer and slid off my bar stool. ‘Sit down.’ I froze. Her voice was sharp and commanding. She hadn’t moved. I sneaked a glance at the mirror and she was sitting there as before, blowing cigarette smoke into the air. She was staring back at me through the mirror. I slid back onto my chair, my brain spinning as I tried to figure out what to do. She had no business talking to me like that. I should have just left. What kept me? ‘I-I think you’re mistaking me for someone else.’ ‘I think you’re in for a sexual harassment charge if you don’t shut your mouth right this instant.’ ‘I don’t k-know what you’re talking about,’ I croaked. I felt the blood rushing up to my face. They take sexual harassment very seriously in this country. The woman turned back at me, staring at me with an amused smile on her face. Suddenly, her hand was in my lap and I felt it grabbing my hard-on. ‘This is what I’m talking about.’ She gave it a hard squeeze, pulling me back as I tried to turn away. I looked around as inconspicuously as I could, but no one seemed to notice what was going on. She let go ...
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