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Taken By Default

... amused smirk. I was shaking like a leaf when she stomped back across the room and planted herself in front of me. Even in high heels she barely reached my shoulders. I looked down at her as defiantly as I could, although inside I was exploding with a myriad of contradicting feelings. Hurt pride, fear, fascination, sexual lust. My knees were trembling out of control. To this day I don’t know what came over me. I guess my sexual arousal got the best of me in the end, or maybe I was just plain intimidated by her will force. Everything about this woman said that she was not one to take ‘no’ for an answer. Tears flooded my eyes as I mechanically took off my tie, unbuttoned my shirt, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants and took off my shirt. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on the couch behind me before I faced her again in my undies. ‘I said naked. Everything, down to the socks.’ Her eyes were spitting fire. There was a determination in her that I was unable to match with any degree of mental or emotional strength I was trying to muster. I was simply shaken by her directness and forcefulness. I stripped down to naked skin. ‘Does this excite you?’ My dick was pumping furiously and I hated myself for it. I would never have dreamed of being in a situation where a limp dick in front of a woman was actually a matter of pride. Her hand lashed out at my dick and hit it square across the side, sending it swaying left and right. It was a ludicrous sight, which added a ...

... painful sense of self-consciousness to the sharp pain that made me double up. ‘You realize you have a lot of ass kissing to do before that thing is going to get what it came for, don’t you?’ She looked at me expectantly, but I had no clue what she wanted me to do so I lowered my eyes to escape from her forceful stare. She grabbed my hair and forced me down on my knees. ‘Do I have to tell you everything? Isn’t there the tiniest bit of initiative in you, somewhere?’ It hadn’t occurred to me to take her words literally, but it dawned on me now that she had meant exactly as she’d said. Kissing a woman’s ass was one of my hottest fantasies. I couldn’t believe I was actually kneeling before a woman who demanded it from me. The woman took off her jacket and looked down at me through the cleft between her huge breasts. Her face barely made it past her protruding belly from which her skirt draped down, the hem almost touching my nose. Her hands were on her broad hips and she was standing with her legs slightly apart. From my position on the floor she looked like a giant to me. ‘That’s what’s wrong with men nowadays. No imagination, no creativity. ’ She rolled her eyes and sighed as she turned around and gathered her skirt around her waist. She was wearing a pair of white cotton briefs that stretched around her broad ass as she bent over. The elastic bands cut into the thick white flesh of her thighs which were fat and dimpled. ‘OK, you can start kissing now.’ She spoke the words in a slow ...