Submissions - Ruby - Sex Stories

Submissions - Ruby

... his fingers on my breasts, gently caressing them. He had a slight scruff that I could feel as I was kissing his face. I was enjoying it, and it was turning me on.

We’d walk a little and then stop for more kissing and exploring. He said, "Ruby, when we get to your place, I’m going to undress you. Finish undressing you.” I noticed that his fingers had unbuttoned my blouse and were touching my tits; his fingers had unfastened my bra, and I’d never noticed until he was caressing my tits.

In the elevator, I was wearing my shoes and panties; he was holding all the rest of my clothes. When we got to my floor, Mrs. Garfield was about to get in. She was so startled that she was left standing there when the elevator door closed. I just smiled at her as I led Theo to my door, and we entered.

I wanted Theo to take the first step; I wanted it to happen because of Theo. I couldn’t exactly think after the door closed; I just knew I needed Theo to take charge. I was standing there with the doorknob in my hand, waiting.

Do something, Theo; I need you to do it. I need you to take charge. It feels so strange to be waiting for something to happen, but that’s what I want. That’s what I need. Please, Theo, do it.

It was seconds later when Theo put my clothes on a chair, and he kissed me again. I could feel the stubble rasp against my skin as he was licking, sucking, and kissing my tits. God, I just melted. He had to hold me up because my legs ...

... wouldn’t support me.

When his hands pulled my panties down, his kisses moved south. God, he was kneeling in front of me, and his stubble on my pussy rasped on my tender skin. It was so erotic.

This is different; all I can do is accept what he’s doing to me. Is this what submission’s like? If it is, I want more.

I was moaning, “Theo, yes, take charge. I want you to, oh god, yes, like that.” I felt myself squirt. I could feel it as I did it. I was making a mess, and I didn’t care. I’d squirted all over his face, but it didn’t slow him down. I lost all my volition; all I could do was lay there, accepting what he was doing. I was responding to all the emotions and sensations he was creating in me.

He can do it, God. Yes. Yes, anything. Please.

I heard my voice coming from somewhere saying, "Theo, yes, you can do anything; I want you to do things to me. Dirty things, please.”

“Tell me what you want me to do, Ruby; tell me.”

I was moaning, trying to think. All I could say was, “Theo, when you cum, I want you to deposit it on me, on my tits, on my pussy, even on my face.”

That was the first time I’d let someone decorate me with his cum; that’s what I thought about it; he was decorating me. I’d never let anyone do it, but it felt wonderful—the servile sensations that were so unlike me normally. I wanted to submit to him.

I felt like someone else was making the decisions; something else was in control, but I had no idea who it was.