I Become His Submissive Lover
I can't seem to stop looking up at this older man across the room. He is taller than me, about 6'1", slender, a full head of gray hair, handsome. He looked like he was in his early to mid 70's. He's seen me looking, and I think he might be interested. I hope so.
I am 5'9", about 160, late 50's. In "real life," I am a masculine sort, a business man with my own company, with a dozen or so employees, now divorced but with a number of girlfriends. But no one knows about my long-held, deep secret fantasies and desires though: to be taken by a dominant man, made his lover, his submissive.
I've only had a few male lovers in my life, and no one for a few years. None of the prior ones was dominant, however, instead just married guys who wanted something on the side with another man. While I enjoyed the sex, mostly, it did not meet that need that increasingly occupied my mind, and none were older men, who are the main object of my desire. I want, and need, to be submissive, preferably to an older lover.
I go over to the bar to fix a drink for myself, having disengaged from a boring conversation with a straight couple who wanted to talk about their dogs. I am not an animal person, and could not wait to break it off. Fortunately, one of their friends joined, and I was able to move away.
With my back to the room, I heard someone say, "Make one of those for me, too." I turned, and there he was, just a few feet from me, looking me in the eyes, and giving me a (knowing?) smile. He reached over and took the drink I had prepared for myself. I was taken aback a bit, nervous at the thought of actually meeting this man I had fantasized about throughout the evening, and stood frozen. "Make yourself one now," he said. I turned and did so, and turned back to him. He raised his glass, clinked mine, and told me his name is Michael. "And you are?" he asked. "Fred," I told him. "Nice to meet you, Fred. What brought you here?"
"I know the owners, we're neighbors."
"They are old friends of mine too," said Michael. He took a sip of his drink. "You'd make a good bartender," he said, "This is an excellent drink." He took a larger drink.
"Thanks. Martinis are sort of my specialty."
We talked for a few moments. And then he said, "I saw you looking at me earlier." I blushed, looking down and away. "Don't do that," he said, lifting my chin with his fingers so that I was looking at him. He leaned towards me a little, so that we were not more than a foot or so apart. "You're an attractive man, and I think I know what you want." Looking up at him, I realized then that I would do whatever he asked of me, so I said, meekly, "Yes." "Then let's get out of here," he said, and moved to the door. I watched him, and then followed.
"My car is right over here; get in." I did as he asked, sitting next to him. He started the car, looked at me and put his hand on my leg. "We are going to have some fun tonight." I looked at him with a weak smile, nodding my head. He drove off, went a few miles to the other side of town, and pulled into a driveway of a large, two story house. It was obviously expensive, but in an understated, almost elegant manner. I was impressed. Getting out the car, he walked into his house and gestured for me to follow. I, of course, on the verge of fulfilling my desires, obeyed.
Once inside, he told me to go up the stairs, to the last room on right. "I'll be up to join you."
I did as he asked, and entered what was his master bedroom, a large room, with a king size bed. I have to admit I was very nervous, but quite excited, and had a large erection in my pants. Soon, I could hear him climbing the stairs, walking down the hallway, and my excitement grew. Walking into the room, he came directly over to me, took my face in his hands, and kissed me. He tongue pushed my lips aside and darted into my mouth. I could hardly breath, and stood there limply, overwhelmed by his desire and manliness. Stepping back, he told me to undress, while he watched. I unbuttoned my shirt, removed it, and then undid my belt. He moved closer, looking me in the eyes, and told me that he expected me to obey him. "You understand that, don't you?" Again, I was almost speechless, and could only softly reply, "Yes."
"Good," he said, and unbuttoned my trousers, slowly lowering the zipper and pushing them to the floor. My underwear showed a large wet spot, precum, and he gently ran his fingers over it, smiling. He then put his fingers on my lips, and told me to suck them. I opened my mouth, took them in, and tasted my precum. He moved his fingers in and out, almost fucking my mouth, and chuckled a bit. "You will make a good sub for me tonight," he said.
Removing his fingers, he hooked his thumbs in the waist band of my underwear and quickly pushed them down my legs. I stepped out them, and stood naked in front of him, my erection pointing right at him. He took hold of it, and began to stroke it, forcefully. I gasped at his touch, and moaned lightly. He seemed pleased by that, but soon withdrew his hand, and told me to lick his hand clean of the stickiness I had left there. I obeyed, of course, more turned on then ever.
"You may now undress me," he told me. I removed his shirt, and he pulled my head to his chest. "Lick my nipples." I moved towards his left breast, and my tongue bathed it, feeling his nipple stiffen in my mouth. "Now, the other." I obeyed, licking and nibbling, again feeling its hardness grow, until he pushed me down on my knees. Holding the back of my head with one hand, he unzipped his pants with the other. My face was within inches of his cock, and he told me to lick it through his underwear. Glad to do his bidding, I moved closer, and my tongue traced the outline of his penis, tasting him for the first time, and loving that I was pleasuring this strong, handsome man. Still holding my head, he pushed his underwear down, releasing his cock, and stepped out of them so that he was naked as well. I admired his erection, about seven inches, cut, and about medium thickness. It was just as I had fantasized, and I was ready to do whatever he wanted of me.
"You want my cock, don't you, cocksucker?" I nodded yes, and he told me to open my mouth. Pulling my head towards it, he pushed his large cock into my mouth, almost choking me. Soon, however, I was used to his size and and was able to control my breathing. Now both of his hand held my head still, and he moved back and forth, fucking my mouth. I could feel him getting more and more excited, and his cock swelled. "Caress my balls, cocksucker," he commanded. My hand held his sack, and shortly I could feel his testicles rise, and I knew he was close to cumming. Pushing his cock fully into my mouth, I heard him say "Oh yes, yes, yes," and felt his warm, sticky cum fill me. I was in heaven, and my mouth was full. I looked up at him, and he said, "You may swallow, my little sub." Again, I obeyed, his load sliding down my throat, my reward complete.
"You will spend the night with me," he told me. "Take a shower, and get in bed. Make sure you clean yourself too." I walked to the bathroom, and saw that he had laid out a towel and materials to douche myself. That aroused me greatly too, and I hoped he would want to take my virgin behind later. I did as he told me, and went back to the bedroom. He awaited me in bed, and gestured for me to join him. I slid in next to him, his arm around me. He pulled me close, so that my head rested on his chest, and slowly stroked my arm. "You were good tonight, very obedient. I want you to stay with me, as I need a compliant lover. Would you like that?" I mumbled "Mmm hmm," and nodded, my eyes closed, and in his embrace I fell asleep.
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