Thomual

What does it mean to be a Switch?  I wrote this story for a friend.  This is just one exerpt from it, but she was able to let me open up about my deepest fantasy.  Read to your own peril... :p

Mr. Thomas's Mind left him, as his head arched back and he cried out long and hard. Aaaaahhg!... His hand moved into her hair and began to feel her scalp inbetween the fibers of her hair, gripping her head and feeling her power over him.

It all hapened so fast. As he heard her car pull up, his heard began to race. He thought something MIGHT happen, but honestly didn't know what to expect. But as she pushed him inside, and grabbed his neck, all anxiety turned to passion. He quickly lost control and his animal brain took over, gripping her tightly around the waste as they kissed passionately. When her hands moved up his shirt, that was all the invitation he needed, in an instant her shirt was off, and they were embracing chest to chest. Next thing he knew, there were here, him lying on his back, getting the best blowjob of his life. He couldn't believe it. He didn't have to ask, coach, or even hint. He had everything, and all he had to do was give her the taste she so much desired. But now she was feasting on him, and he was powerless!

He was a man of stamina, confidence, but this was too much. His legs arched and his left hand met hers on his thigh. Feeling her human presence, her reaction to his hands as they linked fingers, they connected mind and soul. Almost instinctively as if she knew his doubts, she thrusted his cock deep inside her throat and held it there just long enough to say communicate, "I am yours, do with me as you wish." Tension coursed through his body in ripples from his legs to his head, pulsating out of control. He felt as if he was about to pop!

Now the master, his right hand in her hair clenched into a fist, griping her head by the hair inbetween his fingers. His back arched and he cried out! thrusting his hips up, his Cock was now the paramount of his body, and he thrusted. As the Volcano in his body began to swell, his hand manipulated her head as his thrusting conduit of pure pleasure. As he Erupted his groans turned to a desperate cry, and his hands released, both gripping the billow behind him. He was once again hers powerless to her maniacle will. What would she do to him in his moment of pure extacy? Would she absorb his eruptions into her? Would she pull out in exasperation and let his HOT cum dance across her face? Would she stop in horror and reject his surprise dominance over her? Or would she torture him further by pulling out and watching his pleasured agony, as she jerked every ounce of power out of his body with her hand???

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