The Submissive Cocksucker

Rachel was a happily-married 41-year-old mother of three. She and her husband, Brian, had been married for sixteen years, and for fourteen of those years she worked as a stay-at-home mom. She organized play dates for her kids, attended PTA meetings and performed all of the other tasks -- fulfilling and mundane -- associated with that role. She took great pride in being a good wife and mother, and had no regrets about putting her career on hold to raise her kids.

When her youngest child entered first grade, she decided it was time to re-enter the workforce. She didn't need the money. What she needed was to feel like her old self again. She had spent so many years entrenched in the awesome and selfless responsibilities of motherhood that she felt she had lost a bit of her identity.

She landed a job working at an airport in Chicago. It was a 45-minute commute for her each way, and as a new employee, the only shift available was one that began at 3:30am. This required her to wake up at the ungodly hour of 1:30 each morning -- the middle of the night for most people. Brian told her she was insane for taking that job, and encouraged her to find another one, but she loved her new career. She thrived on the fast-paced chaos of the airport, the excitement of customers heading out on vacation, and the satisfaction of working with such a large and diverse group of people on a daily basis.

She also enjoyed all the attention she received on a daily basis from her male customers and co-workers. With her long, curly red hair, pretty face and stunning green eyes, she had always stood out from the crowd. Her new uniform complemented her firm, petite body, C-cup breasts and heart-shaped ass. Unlike some of her female co-workers who wore dress pants, Rachel opted for a skirt, which rose just above her knees, revealing her smooth and shapely legs. She also wore the highest heels her employer allowed, which added an extra sexy element to her attire.

She had spent so many years in "mom-mode" that she hadn't really thought of herself as a sexual being for quite some time. This new-found opportunity gave her a renewed appreciation of her sexuality. She was pleased to discover that she was still attractive and desirable, and she enjoyed reacquainting herself with the art of flirting. As her confidence soared, and she became friendlier and more outgoing, she only seemed to become more attractive to the men she encountered on a daily basis.

Her favorite shift at the airport was working alongside the security team. With the exception of one, it was an all-male team that seemed to relish the opportunity to be shamelessly flirtatious with her. Often, they would try to make her blush by saying something dirty or off-color. Without hesitation, she would return their remarks and innuendos with responses that were even dirtier, and the men would all erupt in laughter. She enjoyed their locker room banter and playful flirtation, and working with them quickly became her favorite part of the week.

One security agent, in particular, seemed more smitten with Rachel than the others. Oscar was a handsome, older man with a nice smile, although he didn't often show it to anyone beside Rachel. He was about six feet tall, with gray hair and piercing blue eyes, well-built, and possessing the no-nonsense demeanor of someone who had once served in the military. Beneath that hard exterior, however, was someone with a wry sense of humor and a dirty mind. Among the entire security team, he was the only one who could succeed in making Rachel blush. He was crude and lewd, cocky and confident, and she found him strangely appealing. Although he was 17 years older than she, and married for nearly as many years, she could not deny the attraction she felt toward him. There was just something about him that made her feel nervous and excited whenever he was near.

While working side-by-side with Oscar on one particular occasion, Rachel learned that he lived in a neighboring town, and that he made the same long, early-morning commute to and from the airport each day. He suggested that they carpool together to save gas money. She hesitated for a moment, and worried that commuting alone together might create a scandal at home and work. But when she mentioned it to Brian that night, he had no problem with it. He obviously didn't see this much older man as a threat to his marriage, and he trusted her enough to give her plenty of freedom. The following week, she and Oscar began commuting together.

Free from the interruptions of the workplace, their flirty banter and dirty conversations intensified and became more personal. Unprompted, Oscar shared the details of his sex life, and explained that he is constantly horny, but that his wife is no longer interested in sex. With the exceptions of his birthday, their anniversary and random rare occasions, they simply weren't having sex at all. He tried to talk to his wife about it, but the issue caused too much friction, so he eventually gave up. Aside from the lack of sex, they had a good marriage, he explained, and they were happy with their relationship.

Rachel felt obligated to share the intimate details of her sex life as well. Unlike Oscar, she and Brian had a satisfying sex life -- at least from her standpoint. They had sex about once a week, and although it was good, it had also become rather boring and predictable. They always had sex in the dark, at the same time (after the kids had gone to bed), in the same place (in bed), and always following the same pattern of foreplay and intercourse. But she had no complaints, and their relationship was as solid as ever.

"That doesn't sound like a bad arrangement at all," said Oscar. "I would take sex once a week in a heartbeat." After a pause, he added, "especially if it were with you."

Rachel blushed. He had that effect on her.

Although she had shared the personal story of her sex life, she omitted an important aspect of her sexuality that only she recognized to be true. Brian was a good, modern-day husband who shared the housework equally and treated her as an equal partner in their relationship. He was kind, considerate and thoughtful, which was why she married him in the first place. In many ways, he was the ideal husband. But in the bedroom, Rachel had always felt as though something were missing. She couldn't quite define what that was until recently, when she came to the realization that she wanted Brian to take more control in the bedroom and be more assertive.

Rachel had always been a selfless and giving person, and she felt much more comfortable giving sexual pleasure than receiving it. But it was more than that. She wanted to be used. Instead of worrying so much about what she wanted or how she felt, she wanted Brian to just take over and use her body as he wished. He would often ask her to have sex, and more often than not she would say no. What she really wanted was to be told and not asked; to be taken whether she liked it or not.

When she first came to this realization, she feared there was something wrong with her. She was embarrassed to admit these feelings to herself, never mind share them with anyone else. People knew her as a strong, assertive and outspoken woman. No one -- especially her husband -- would ever suspect that she felt this way. But after doing a little research on the internet, she realized that there were others -- millions -- just like her. They called themselves "sexually submissive." There was an entire subculture of submissives and their "masters", and many took this relationship to extremes that even she could not imagine. But this desire she had was undeniable, and now she had a name for it.

She tried to talk to Brian about it, but he didn't seem to understand, and when he pressed her for details and an explanation for why she felt this way, she backed off, dismissed it as unimportant, and changed the subject. It was embarrassing to have to explain this strange, yet burning desire to the man she loved so dearly. He understood her so well, and yet it was likely that he could never understand this aspect of her personality. She barely understood it herself. And even if he could somehow understand it, she doubted that he had it within him to give her what she needed. He was far too concerned about her needs to ever be as selfish, dominant and assertive as she needed him to be.

Rachel and Oscar continued to commute several days a week on average. Their work schedules did not always align, but when they did, she looked forward to these long commutes where she could always be assured of a stimulating conversation.

She took great joy in Oscar's reactions whenever she would say something particularly dirty. On a few different occasions she noticed that he would shift uncomfortably in his seat and attempt to hide the bulge in his pants. And although she tried not to stare, she was fascinated by the size of that bulge. She couldn't help but wonder what this old man was packing, and the curiosity was so intense, she nearly came right out and asked him a few times before stopping herself.

"What do you enjoy most about sex?" Oscar asked during one of their commutes together. It was his turn to drive, and he was clearly feeling hornier than usual, as he kept bringing up the topic of sex whenever there was a lull in the conversation.

"I love giving blowjobs," Rachel responded, and then thoroughly enjoyed the look on his face. It was true: she loved giving head, from the time that she first began having sex as a teenager. There was something about giving a man such pleasure that really turned her on, and until her recent revelation she never understood why she enjoyed it so much. A blowjob was all about a man's pleasure, and there was nothing in it for the woman except for the submissive enjoyment of giving that pleasure to her master. It all made sense now.

"And I'm really good at it," she added, after allowing that first statement to hang in the air for a while. This was also true. Brian often told her that she was the best he ever had, and it was not the first time she had heard that opinion. Every boyfriend she ever had told her the same thing. There was something unique about her technique, apparently, that really drove the boys wild. The fact that she enjoyed it so much was likely a contributing factor.

Enjoying the reaction she was getting from the driver's seat, she continued to explain how she used to give her boyfriends blowjobs all the time when she was younger whenever -- and wherever -- she could: in the car, behind the school, in the women's room at a fast food restaurant, and once even in a changing room.

As she spoke, she couldn't help but glance at the growing bulge in Oscar's pants. The curiosity was eating away at her, and the words came out of her mouth before she even realized she was saying them.

"That's quite an impressive bulge you have there," she said, motioning with her eyes toward his crotch.

"You wanna see it?" he asked.

She expected him to be embarrassed, but instead he seemed proud of it. His confidence was so intoxicating.

"Sure," she said, calling his bluff.

They had just pulled off the highway, and he veered off to the side of the road and slowed to a stop. Her heart was racing as he reached for his zipper. Was he seriously going to do this? Although she was trying to appear calm, she could feel her body slightly shaking, and pulses of electricity were sent directly between her legs. Was he bluffing? Should she tell him to stop?

He looked right into her eyes as he unzipped his fly and reached into his pants. It was almost arrogant the way he did it. There was neither fear nor hesitation on his part, and that only added to her arousal. It took some effort, but he eventually freed his cock from his pants and Rachel uncontrollably gasped.

She had only been with five men in her life, and each of them was roughly average in size. She had seen large cocks in porno movies, but never in person -- until now. Oscar's cock appeared to be at least two or three inches longer than her husband's, but what impressed her even more was the thickness. She had never seen a cock that thick, even in dirty movies.

"Well?" he said with casual confidence. "What do you think?"

He was fully erect, and nearly purple in color. He had a giant mushroom-shaped head that looked as though it wouldn't fit through a soda can, and she noticed a large pool of pre-cum had formed at the opening as he squeezed his shaft.

"You're leaking a little," she said softly. Then, without thinking about what she was doing, she reached down with her index finger, wiped it along the tip of his cock, gathering the pool of pre-cum, and seductively placed it in her mouth.

Several lines had just been crossed, and that act seemed to snap Rachel back into reality. She had just seen another man's cock, touched it, and tasted his cum. What on earth was she doing?

The situation was so absurd and unexpected, she couldn't help but laugh. Oscar laughed along with her, breaking the tension, and reluctantly put his dick back in his pants. She changed the subject immediately, and they continued the rest of the way without mentioning what had just happened.

By the time she returned home, Rachel was feeling confused and guilty, but more than any other feeling, she was unbelievably aroused. The kids were all at school, and Brian was home alone, working. He greeted her in the kitchen, and without saying a word she dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, took his dick out and hungrily engulfed it. He was hard within seconds, and she rose to her feet and led him into the livingroom, where she removed her skirt and panties and knelt over their footstool.

Brian took her from behind and pounded into her wet cunt hard and fast. She was thrilled to be used in such a way, and she could soon feel him reach the point of climax. But then he slowed his pace, seemingly waiting for her to catch up to him. It was sweet and thoughtful, but it wasn't what she wanted from him at that moment. She desperately wanted to be taken and used and punished for what she had just done.

She pretended to reach an orgasm, and that prompted Brian to pound her harder until he unloaded inside her with a great moan. She hadn't actually finished, and chose to savor the rare feeling of being so horny. She gathered her skirt and gave him a kiss.

"What was that all about?" he asked. They hadn't had spontaneous sex -- especially in the daylight -- in years.

"I just felt like it," she said with a smile. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!"

It was Thursday, and she wasn't scheduled to carpool with Oscar again until the following Monday. For the next three days, she could not stop thinking about Oscar's thick cock. She imagined what it would feel like to hold it in her hand, to taste it and lick it, to put that enormous head in her mouth, to take it deep into her throat. She was so sexually charged, she initiated sex with Brian again on Friday. She couldn't recall the last time they had sex two days in a row. And he enjoyed the unexpected affection so much, he didn't dare question her motives.

It seemed as though weeks had passed when Oscar showed up in her driveway at 1:30 on Monday morning. He greeted her with a warm smile, and they engaged in casual chat as he drove toward the highway. Finally, she had to say what she had been thinking for days.

"I can't stop thinking about what you showed me last week."

He grinned wide. "You liked that, did you?"

"Maybe," she said, playfully.

"Maybe you'd like to see it again," he said. He didn't wait for an answer, but simply pulled into a deserted parking lot just before the on-ramp.

He parked the car in a darkened corner of the lot and looked at Rachel. Her eyes were locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and unzipped his fly.

"You take it out this time," he said. He wasn't asking. He was telling her what to do. And this sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her body and straight to her pussy.

She hesitated for only a moment, and then slowly reached over. She didn't want to think about what she was doing, and seemed to step outside of herself to allow it to happen. She put her hand inside his open zipper and found his soft, warm cock. She could feel it growing larger and harder already, and it took some effort to free it from his pants. Finally, she had it out of his pants and in her hand. She was astounded by the heft of it, and as she gave it a few soft strokes, it grew even heavier.

Within moments, he was fully erect. She held a firm grip around his shaft and stoked him slowly up and down. His cock was so thick, her petite fingers could not even touch. She could feel him throbbing in response to her touch. His breathing became heavy, and she could tell he was enjoying it.

"Now suck it," he said in a low voice. Another command. She was powerless. She felt compelled to do whatever he commanded.

Without removing her hand from his cock, she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned forward into his lap. She placed her lips just above his swollen cock head and paused for a moment, and her hot breath caused his shaft to twitch in her hand. Her heart was racing and her pussy was throbbing in sync with her heartbeat.

He gently placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her soft, warm mouth over his head and down his shaft. He filled her mouth so completely, it was difficult for her to breathe. Although it was an awkward angle, she managed to swirl her tongue along the underside of his shaft as her moist lips slid up and down. This elicited a deep and low, animal-like, moan that she found incredibly sexy.

She continued to bob up and down in his lap, taking him deep into her throat -- as deep as she could without gagging -- and then back up to his enormous mushroom head. She could feel him pulsating in her mouth, and his moaning grew louder. She had only been working on him for a couple of minutes, but she could sense he was already about to explode. She liked that she could give him such great pleasure in so little time.

He continued to hold the back of her head, and pushed her down more forcefully as he drew closer to climax. Suddenly, he thrust his hips upward and elicited a loud groan. Her mouth filled with his hot cum, and there was no other choice for her but to swallow it. Any other option would have left a mess that would be difficult to explain. She couldn't recall the last time she swallowed cum. She used to do it routinely when she was younger, and continued doing so when she and Brian were dating. But at some point, for reasons she could no longer remember, she stopped.

To her surprise, she discovered she enjoyed the taste of it. It was both salty and sweet, and seemed to taste differently than she remembered. It also made her feel incredibly dirty, which only added to her pleasure. As soon as she swallowed, her mouth filled with cum once again. She couldn't believe how much cum she had drained from him. It had obviously been a long time since he had last ejaculated.

When the final wave subsided, she did her best to clean his shaft with her mouth one last time, and then withdrew with a delicious slurping sound. He was still throbbing in her hand, and she licked his cock head one last time, just to make sure she had tasted every drop.

Her pussy was throbbing so intensely that she felt as though she were on the verge of an orgasm herself. Just one slight touch to her clit, she thought, and it would push her over the edge. But she resisted the urge to touch herself, leaned back in her seat and buckled her seat belt. She looked over at Oscar. He was breathing heavy and readjusting himself. He looked so handsome in his uniform, she thought.

"Well, you weren't lying," he said, finally breaking the silence. "You are damn good."