Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

Discovering Myself

... erection, now fully engorged, was intimidating in its size – nearly as long as my forearm and comparable in girth. The realization of what I was attempting to take in was frightening.

As I attempted to take more of him into my mouth, I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His hands on the back of my head urged me forward, pushing me to the brink of choking.

In a reflexive panic, my hands pressed against his legs, desperately trying to gain some reprieve, to pull back for a breath. But the more I struggled, the more forceful he became. I could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, blocking my airway, making it impossible to breathe.

My body's instinct to fight for air kicked in, but I couldn’t close my eyes or escape the reality of the situation. I felt a deep sense of degradation and humiliation wash over me. The way I was being treated, reduced to this object of his control and desire, was something I had never imagined could happen to me.

I wanted to leave, to break free from his hold, but I was caught in a paralyzing mix of fear and an inability to defy his will. The conflict between my desire to resist and the overpowering influence he seemed to exert over me left me feeling utterly powerless, trapped in a situation that was both terrifying and humiliating.

The cycle of Mark's forceful control was unrelenting. Each time my vision blurred as I struggled for air, he would pull back, allowing me just enough breath before ...

... forcing me back onto his length. The mix of saliva and my own inability to control the situation left me feeling degraded and helpless.

As I coughed and gasped for air, I retreated into a corner of my mind, a mental sanctuary away from the harrowing reality. Yet, even in this self-imposed exile, I couldn't shake the fear of an emerging, unsettling realization – that part of me might start to find pleasure in this loss of control. It was a thought that terrified me.

My body seemed to betray my mind, responding in ways that I couldn't comprehend or control. The wetness between my legs was undeniable, a physical reaction that contradicted my inner turmoil. My nipples, painfully erect, registered even the slightest movement of air in the galley.

Mark then pulled me up from the floor, pressing my back against his chest. His arm wrapped around my neck in a hold that was both restraining and possessive, while his other hand embarked on a journey across my body. Starting from my thigh, it moved with a deliberate slowness up my abdomen until it found my breast, enveloping it with a grip that sent a shiver through my entire body.

The intensity of his hold forced a deep exhale from me, leaving my lungs empty and my body trembling. As I inhaled, my breath was shaky, a reflection of the overwhelming sensations and emotions coursing through me.

His touch was almost scorching, a stark contrast to the cold fear that had settled in my heart.

“You ready for more?” he whispered, ...