Submitting to Jessica Pt. 02

4.

I did as Jessica said, not coming for a few days after that. I found myself thinking about her all the time, though, feeling the pressure and need to build and build. It was most difficult not to touch myself when I was in the shower. My cock would always be rock-hard and very sensitive, just begging to be stroked. I refrained, though, doing exactly what she said.

And somehow, that made it even better--I liked obeying her, even when she wasn't around. I liked that she was controlling my body.

Then one evening I received another text from her. "I must see you soon," she said. "Tomorrow? My parents won't be home."

"Sure," I texted back. "I can meet you after work."

"I'd love that," she said with a heart emoji.

It was strange to me that we rarely talked about anything other than sex. In a way, though, it made a kind of sense: as she told me before, she only needed me for one thing. The rest didn't matter. She needed a boy to softly dominate in this world. She had everything else. Maybe I would have wanted more from her, but I needed to accept what she gave. I had to accept that her needs and wants came before my own. I was second, always, and she was first.

Waiting for our meeting, though, was almost excruciating. My cock was in a state of near-perpetual hardness. It was all I could think about. I knew that each meeting escalated things. I suspected with this next meeting something even wilder would happen.

But what would it be?

Finally, the next evening arrived. After work, I showered thoroughly, dressing myself in a black T‑shirt and purple jeans. I sat in my room, awaiting her text. My cock was unbearably hard, and I felt so deliciously nervous. I couldn't wait to see her--to know what she had in store for me.

I soon got a text from her. "I just dropped my parents off at the airport. They'll be gone for two days. You can stay with me the entire time. In fact, I insist you do."

I bit my lip as I read it. I wanted her so badly. I wanted her everything. I could feel the gnawing, almost buzzing tension in my cock.

I slipped into my car, then started driving, almost as if in a daze. There was a distinct image of her in my mind, very clear--her face, her body, her voice. The closer I got to her house, the more I felt it. Halfway there, I realized I hadn't even put on any music--I was so one‑track‑minded, I had entirely forgotten it.

Soon I was there, out in front of Jessica's white mansion. She was in the doorway, looking at me, smiling in her usual, beautiful way. She was wearing a thin white T‑shirt so that even as I parked I could see her nipples pressing delicately upon the fabric. Her shorts were simple dark yoga pants. Already I was dreaming of what was inside them...

After I parked, I got out, then walked to her quickly. She faded back into the doorway, then I stepped inside. The mansion's interior was just as I remembered it--vast and spacious and elegant, smelling this time of vanilla and something beautifully floral. Wordlessly, she took me by the hand, then I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. We both removed our shoes at the door.

"I'm glad you could make it," she asked. "Did you come at all?"

"No," I told her. "I've been good."

"Good boy," she said with a smile.

I could tell she had little patience for talking now. There was an urgency in her voice--a neediness. I had the same sensation. She sat on the bed's edge, looking at me, then reached her hand out.

I took it. Immediately, she pulled me down onto the bed, then crawled on top of me. I bit my lip, my cock throbbing for her, feeling more of that delicious urgency and intensity pulsing through me. She sat down on my lap--her warm heaviness just as intoxicating as I imagined it would be--then grabbed both my wrists, directing my hands to her small breasts.

"Feel me," she said. "Feel your Mistress..."

I squeezed both at once. They were soft, but her nipples were shamefully hard. I kneaded them, looking up at her helplessly, my cock throbbing between my legs, my balls aching.

"You are really needy, aren't you?" she said. "So full of need for your Mistress."

"Yes," I whispered.

"I bet you'd like to lick my tits, wouldn't you? Lick all over them. Be a good little whore and serve your Mistress..."

"Yes," was all I could say.

She grinned wickedly, then quickly shoved her finger into my mouth. "Suck it," she said. "Suck me."

I shut my eyes, sucking hard on her beautiful finger. She pushed in deeper, almost angrily, then I felt a slap against my face from her other hand--not hard, but firm.

"God," she exhaled, "I could do whatever I wanted with you, couldn't I? You would just let me do anything, wouldn't you?"

I didn't speak, but I nodded my agreement. She pulled her finger out, rubbing my saliva over my face as I stared up at her, then removed my hands from her breasts.

"Your poor cock must be so angry," she said. "So needy to come..."

She scooted off of me, then began rubbing over my crotch. The sensation was incredible--deep throbs within me, aching and urgent for her, wanting so desperately to break free. She pressed down hard, rubbing deeper, making my cock angry and full of sensation. I stared into her beautiful eyes--those eyes so direct, so in control--and began to pant. I almost couldn't comprehend it--the deep lust that was within me, burning hot, sinking me down into its dark abyss.

A smile crossed her lips, then she stopped. She raised up, now sitting on her knees along the mattress, then reached down and raised her shirt up and off. Her body was immaculate--those small, perfect tits, that flat stomach, her dreamy paleness. I couldn't imagine feeling more desperate for her than I already was. She licked her lips, running her hands over her pink, raised nipples, then reached forward, extending her hand to mine. I took it, and she pulled me upward to her.

"Not yet," she said, as if anticipating my thoughts.

Then, as I watched, she bunched up her small breasts in her hands, then opened her mouth, letting a long trickle of drool fall upon them. I felt almost faint. She rubbed the drool in, then reached toward my head, pushing my face into her chest. "Lick them," she demanded. "Suck them."

I did as told, squirming and rolling my tongue around her beautiful, drool‑smeared tits, tasting her, suckling her nipples hard. Her hands searched my back, sending shivers through me as I felt her nails. I kept licking and sucking, taking her entire tit into my mouth, swirling my tongue hard around it. She was so intensely sexy, so perfectly sensual. I knew I would do anything she wanted. I couldn't dream of having any restrictions or limits. I was her total object, her complete plaything, and I wanted nothing more.

I couldn't even dream of it...

"Good boy," she whispered. "You love your Mistress's tits, don't you?"

I moaned that I did. She ran her nails harder over my back with a gasp, then pushed me away.

"You'll really like this, then," she said.

I didn't know what she meant, though her words sent my mind spiraling. I bit my lip, watching her closely. Soon she shuffled off the bed, then stood on the floor in front of me, a silent, intense expression on her face. I then watched as she pushed her yoga pants down, revealing white, thin panties. Her legs were so slender and pale, her knees vaguely pink. After she stepped out of her yoga pants and kicked them aside, she stared at me as she pushed down her panties, slowly and deliberately revealing her gorgeous cunt.

My whole body felt a charge of ecstasy upon seeing it--a thin patch of black pubic hair, her slender hips, her perfect, smooth thighs. She sent the panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them, putting her hands on her hips, now fully naked.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

I nodded. I adored it.

"Good boy," she said. "Do you think you can please your Mistress's pussy, then?"

"Yes," I said, almost breathless.

"You're not afraid of it, are you?"

"No," I whispered.

"You're going to need to please it very well," she said. "I don't want you holding anything back. No one's ever pleased it before but me..."

I nodded, knowing how helpless I was before her, knowing I would do anything and everything she said.

"You have too many clothes on, though," she then said with a grin.

She walked naked over to the bedside, then quickly reached down to the bottom of my shirt, tugging it. I raised my arms, letting her pull it up and off me. She looked over my slender chest, as if inspecting me, then moved her hands to my jeans, unbuttoning the top. I sighed heavily, wanting her so desperately. I watched as she pulled my jeans down over my feet, then tossed them aside. My cock was hard and upright between my legs, pushing against my dark blue boxers. She stared at it, then rubbed over the surface of my shaft through the fabric, sending a delicious throb through me.

"Perfect," she said. "So hard for your Mistress..."

Her body was so gorgeous, so perfect. I felt almost as if I was going insane, looking at her. How could anyone be so beautiful? How could life be like this? I couldn't fathom it. I was lost in myself and lost in her all at once.

She gave another knowing grin, then playfully slipped her fingers into my shorts, pulling them down slowly, sensually. My cock sprang up immediately, hard and aching for her.

"Look at that," she whispered. "And it's all mine, isn't it? You won't ever touch yourself unless I tell you, will you?"

"I won't," I told her.

"Good boy," she said. She pulled my shorts down the rest of the way, over my feet, then tossed them aside. Only my socks were on now. She smiled again, then reached down, squeezing my tight balls. I let out a whimper--the feeling was incredible. And my poor cock was so sensitive already. It strained as she squeezed tight, looking at it.

"My cock," she said. "I always wanted one all to myself."

I couldn't speak. I bit my lip tight. She moved her mouth close to the tip, then let her hot breath waft over it. "Pretty cock," she said again. "And all mine."

I still couldn't speak. I felt a deep, surging warmth all through me. She wrapped her fingers around my cock tight, squeezing it, then stared into my eyes.

"I don't know if I should let you come," she said. "Not today, maybe..."

I breathed in heavily. She pulsed her fingers over my shaft, then let go. I was as intensely aware of myself as I was of her. Everything felt electric and alive. I wanted more. I needed more. I was so helpless before my desire I felt I could fade into nothing...

"Actually," she said, "I want you to do something for me..."

I then watched as she crept up onto the bed beside me, then ran her hands over my chest. "You're going to worship Mistress's pussy," she said. "What do you think of that?"

I wanted it desperately. She licked her lips, then moved her head to my chest, kissing it softly before turning on her back next to me. "Get between my legs," she said.

I sat up and did as told, positioning myself between them. She spread them out gently, showing me more of her beautiful cunt. And it was beautiful--the patch of black hair above, that warm, deep slit, pinkish lips, perfect and small. I got closer, staring at it, enthralled with it.

Wanting it...

"Do you love my pussy?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Good boy," she said. "Do you think you can please it?"

"Yes," I said. I felt my pulse rising. My face must have been reddening--I was tingling all over my body.

I truly couldn't believe or fathom just how lucky I was in that moment. It was a dream come true. I bit my lip, just staring into my Mistress's gorgeous pussy--Jessica's pussy--wanting it, needing it, and feeling the need surge all through me.

She spread her legs wider. "Please it," she said. I did as told, getting closer. I could smell her delicate, feminine scent. I gave her soft thigh a kiss, then licked up toward her pussy's direction, letting my tongue move slow and easy despite how nervous and hot I felt all over.

Just the act--the act of licking up her worshipful, smooth thigh--was putting me in a trance. My cock was so hard it hurt. I smelled more of her the closer I got to her beautiful pussy, until, finally, my tongue was moving against her lips.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Lick me. Lick your Mistress..."

My tongue was watering. I moaned softly, gently, then pushed it into her folds, immediately tasting the tang of her juices and inner flesh. Another surge of beautiful warmth spread all over my body--my hands slid up her thighs and I began licking harder, deeper, wanting more of her taste and warmth to cover my tongue. She sighed heavily, moaning, her hips shifting as she spread her legs out further. I licked more forcefully, pushing and pulsing my tongue almost in disbelief.

"Yes," she whispered. "Good boy. Do it. Lick that fucking pussy..."

I moaned again. My cock was throbbing, aching. I turned and twisted my tongue into her slit, then licked upward, brushing it along her black bush. I felt the nub of her clit, hard and warm, then pressed my lips to it, sucking it gently and pulsing my tongue against it. She let out a needy sigh, her hips shifting again. I slid my hands over her thighs, then held them still as I pulsed my tongue against that beautiful nub, so erect and small, feeling her hairs against my lips as I did. I could barely think. I was ravenous for her. Intoxicated. I kept pulsing my tongue, then slipped it down into her slit again, pushing it in deeper than ever before. My cock was almost angry with how hard it was--so sensitive and aching. I knew I must be dribbling clear precum all over her sheets.

"Yes, fuck!" she shouted, reaching her hands down to my head. I turned and curled my tongue deeper inside her than ever before, tasting her inner walls, letting her tight, wet warmth engulf me.

Her fingers gripped my head tighter as her hips spasmed. I moaned into her pussy, hard. A deep shiver ran through me. I needed to please her so desperately. I wanted to make her cum so hard, all over my mouth. I wanted to taste her juices. I wanted to drink them. I felt like I was going insane with lust...

"Oh God yes!" she moaned. "Lick it! Fucking lick me!"

I did as told, licking in deep, moaning into her wet warmth. Her taste and smell became more intense. I could feel her juices all over my tongue. Another surge of deep bliss spread through me and I felt a tugging heat pushing up through my cock. I slid my hands down over her warm, soft ass, pushing and pulsing my tongue deeper inside her, needing that wetness, that heat, that taste of her, desperate for it, knowing nothing else.

Then, all at once, she cried out loud, a warm, fragrant gush of fluid spurting forth from her cunt into my mouth and against my cheeks. I lost all control then--I pressed my mouth to her, needing her fluids as they shot out, tasting them spit across my tongue. "Fucking yes!" she whimpered hard. "Mmmmm, yes! God!" Her entire body seemed to spasm beyond control. My own cock throbbed hard, aching. I almost felt as if I, too, was about to come.

She pushed her shivering body up further onto the bed, away from me, still gently spurting. I licked my lips, staring at her. Her eyes opened and locked with mine. Her face was flushed and pink and there was a thin sheen of glistening sweat on it.

"Fuck," she whispered again. "Wow..."

I smiled at her. I was tempted to wipe her juices from my face, but didn't. I waited for her next instructions.

"Such a good boy," she said, panting. "Did you like that?"

"Yes," I whispered. I still felt so stunned.

"Good," she said. "Now come here and cuddle me."

She opened her slender arms and I did as she said, sliding onto the bed with her. She held me tight, kissing my head tenderly. The feeling of her sweaty, warm, feminine body against me was almost too much. My cock felt almost as if it were boiling in tension, resting against her tender flesh. "You're exactly what I wanted," she said.

I kept quiet, just enjoying her. We lay like that for what felt like a long time, nuzzling and quietly kissing, avoiding speech. Finally, she said she had things to do, and that I should go. I accepted it. We both dressed in silence, then she kissed me again, dark and slow, our tongues entwining, wrestling. After, she walked me to the door. We said our goodbyes and I got into my car, then pulled out and drove away, my cock aching, feeling as if my life was now a beautiful, strange dream...