Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

Discovering Myself

... found myself in blurred, leaving me adrift in a sea of confusion and unbidden desire.

Caught in this maelstrom of conflicting emotions, my rational mind struggled to make sense of the situation. Was this overpowering sensation a result of Mark's manipulation, or was it a natural response I had never before experienced? The confusion was paralyzing, yet the physical pleasure was undeniable, drawing my focus away from my fear and into a fog of sensation.

Mark's lips found my ear again, his breath warm against my skin as he nibbled gently before whispering, “Time for you to get to work.” His hand, firm and assertive, guided me down to my knees.

Kneeling there, I was acutely aware of how foreign and demeaning this position felt. I had never subjected myself to such a posture, not even with Greg, out of a deep-seated belief that it was degrading. Yet, here I was, compelled by forces I couldn't comprehend or resist, unfastening Mark's belt, my actions almost mechanical.

The weight of shame bore down on me - for kneeling before this man, for what I was about to do, for the betrayal of my relationship with Greg, and, perhaps most confusingly, for the twisted anticipation that was building within me.

As I pulled out Mark's cock, I was taken aback by its size. It was significantly larger than Greg's, even in its semi-erect state. The realization stirred a jumble of emotions within me. Was this excitement genuine, or was it another facet of Mark's control?

Holding ...

... him in my hands, I hesitantly brought my mouth closer, my lips parting to take him in. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the reality of what I was doing. My lips stretched around the head of his cock, and I felt him begin to harden in my grasp.

His hands found their way to the back of my head, fingers weaving through my hair, exerting a gentle but firm pressure. The sensation of his growing erection in my mouth, coupled with the way he held my head, only added to the turmoil of humiliation, fear, and involuntary arousal.

I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, each one battling for dominance. The shame of my actions, the fear of Mark's inexplicable power, and the undeniable physical pleasure that coursed through me created a confusing and unsettling mix, leaving me feeling helpless and conflicted as I succumbed to the situation.

The sensation of Mark's cock growing and expanding in my mouth was both overwhelming and bewildering. I worked my tongue along its underside, attempting to accommodate more of him, each inch challenging the limits of my mouth.

His skin radiated warmth, and the sheer size of him was daunting. I struggled to keep my mouth open wide enough, his girth far surpassing Greg's, causing a discomfort I had never experienced before.

“Look up at me,” Mark demanded, pulling my head back slightly. “Open your eyes and look at me while you suck my cock.”

Obediently, I opened my eyes, and the sight that met them left me stunned. His ...