[MF4A] The Encounter [Rape?] [Gentle Fdom] [Oral]

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Im still trying to process it.

My head is swimming just thinking about it, to be honest.

Im not mad that it happened, I would ask myself if it really happen

but the distinct taste in my mouth is without a doubt proof that it did indeed happen.

So lets start from the beginning

Well let's see...
My neighbor...
Miss _________

I've lived in this apartment for about 3 years now. Living with room mates.

I think I met her just in passing at first,

walking through the hallway or in the stairwell (I can't remember honestly).

It was just polite smiles and kind hellos at first.

She's very very pretty and I'm well...

Shy.

So I had a hard time making eye contact.

Beautiful women do that to me. I kind of just want to hide.

That's the best way that I can explain it

but even from the beginning she...hooked me with these eyes.

They were deep and dark. The type that made you feel that she could look right through you and a smile that was enchanting.

She had that type of assertive kindness, if that makes any sense

Heh, it kind of scared me at first because she had this...vibe about her that was alluring.

Hypnotizing even...

but despite her gaze she never made me feel uncomfortable.

That is, at least not in any danger. So I warmed up to her after a while.

Over time we would talk a bit more.

Usually we would catch each other while we checked our mail or when we'd take our trash out.

We grew fairly familiar with each other as far as acquaintances go.

That is, until last night.

Jesus this whole story doesn't make any sense.

I mean what are the fucking odds, right?

This isn't some fucking porn flick
Or
Some post you'd hear about on
GWA...

Huh...

(Lost in thought, sipping your drink, working your way back to the beginning of the story.)

So...
It was last night (thinking)...friday.

I spent the afternoon hanging with some friends after work.

And when i got home I park my car and start walking towards towards the side door to my apartment.

as I walked i noticed someone unpacking a few things from their car.
didn't think anything of it.

That is until I heard my name called.

It was her.
That mysterious woman.

But in a far from mysterious situation.

She was unpacking a few totes from her SUV and asked if I could lend her a hand.

So I helped her, no big deal.

We made small talk as we got into the elevator and rode it up to her floor and into her apartment.

It was a nice place, even if it was the same layout as mine. You could tell it was kept well and with a professional woman's touch.

I huffed a sigh after placing the tote down and was about to politely make my exit as to not overstay my welcome but she interrupted me.

She offered me a drink. It was finally the weekend after all.

Shit, I had nothing goin on the next day and I still had a bit of a buzz from earlier.

Fuckit, let's keep it rollin.

I seated myself on a nearby barstool that accompanied the counter, bridging the kitchen with the living room.

I'll admit I felt a little awkward sitting there but she made sure not to leave me hanging.

She asked about my work and if I had any plans for the weekend.

It was pretty basic small talk, which i normally hate, but this time it was kind of comforting.

It only took a few moments for her to make our drinks but it was more than enough time for me to observe her.

Hear dark hair was put up in a bun with a few strands escaping. A sign that it was finally the end of the work day as if they wanted to be released and rest as well.

She wore subtle round ear rings that matched her necklace that draped around her neck between the open collar of a white professional top.

To be honest I was just soaking up the mere image of this woman.

Admittedly I knew absolutely nothing about her personal life but she projected confidence, independence...power even.

I always felt that she was probably the type of woman who knew what she wanted...and knew how to get it

That was when my bubble of a day dream was popped.

She handed me my drink.

Ok so bare with me for the following details because I'm still trying to remember it all.

This is where shit gets cranked to 11

So she hands me my drink and asked for a toast.

I'm awkward and I'm not afraid to say so. I didn't know what to toast to.

It was a random Friday with no important occasions coming up so I had nothin.

She had a sly smirk on her face as I struggled to think of something to toast to. So she took the initiative.

She lifts her drink and I do the same.

Now this is where...it gets crazy.

We lift our drinks,

she clears her throat

And she says...

"Who's a good boy?"

(Pause)

What a fucking odd thing to say.

I blink and look at her for a moment and before I could even get the word "what" out of my mouth she looks me dead in the eye...

with...this seductive smile and says it again.

(Gulp, trailing your words remembering it)
She says,
"Who's...
a good...
boy?"

I do manage to remember those last too words being dragged out.

But I can't tell if she slowed her words on purpose or of it was all in my head.

I got tunnel vision. That is I couldn't focus on anything outside of her gaze.

One thing I do remember is the feeling of being dunked into water, as if being violently thrown into a half-dream state where you're not sure if it's reality or not.

We hadn't taken any sip of our drinks at this point mind-you...so I truly have...no idea what happened.

(Pause. Drink)

When she said those words...jesus christ it...it did something to me.

It was like she was casting a fucking spell or something.

Jeeesus christ...

(Take a big sip or even finish your drink)

She asked me a third time and when she did...when she did that was all she needed to do.

I was under her control.

It doesn't make any sense but she was in my head.

Like, IN there.

She controlled me.

I couldn't fight it...not that I wanted to.

She walked around the counter that separated us. Her eyes never broke her contact with mine.

I remember her reaching her hand around the back of my head, cradling it as her fingers ran through my hair.

She pulled my head to hers and touched her lips to the corner of my mouth before brushing her cheek against mine.

With her lips right by my ear she let out a dark whisper.

She asked if I...was her good boy.

In my hypnotic state I could only whimper a yes, as if pleading...

begging...

"Show me" was all she said next.

Still in complete control she stood me up off the barstool.

Her hands still craddledmy head as she guided my face to her neck.

Her other hand brought my arm around her waist.

I began to kiss her, breathing in the scent of her perfume.

It...flooded my fucking mind it felt like.

She guided me across her skin, encouraging me to kiss her.

with a deep purring sound that rumbled through her neck.

Each growl pulling me in deeper.

Out of the corner of my mind I could feel her teeth grip and graze my ear.

She spoke again while I worked.

"On your knees" she said.

I obeyed.

I had no choice.

Her hand never left my head as I slowly knelt before her as if she held the leash to a collar.

As I sat there, I could still smell her sweet perfume swirling through my head.

Wait...

I actually think that might have been her...

...her natural scent.

...fuck...it was...

The smell was warm.

It was a smell that felt...like you were home.

Oddly familiar even if completely new.

In my sleepy daze, I sat obediently and watched her hands gently unzip the side of her navy blue skirt.

With a bit of shuffling it fell to her feet and I was presented with my task.

She wasn't wearing underwear...

She stood proudly actually.

She reached down with one hand...and pulled my head in.

And instinct took over...

And I'm not sure if it was the state my mind was in or what but I certainly wasn't bashful about it.

It was kind of out of character for me but I fed and drank as if I had been starved.

It was like she was giving me the only thing that could provide me sustinance.

A craving that was both revealed to me and quenched in one fell swoop.

My jaw still aches thinking about it.

Lapping every inch of heat that resided between her legs. My tongue stretched out as far as it would go as though the muscle itself was pleading for more.

Savory, sweet, addictive...

A taste that was both familiar and new.

My foggy gaze lifted up as I worked. Her hands gently kneading my hair as she cooed and moaned.

"Gooood boy..." She repeated

The powerful, encouraging words that pulled my strings.

She lifted one foot to the barstool brace, opening for me to work more efficiently.

Her hips rocked slowly...she was encouraging me.

telling me my work was nowhere near done.

(long sigh)

I was completely lost in her

But never out of her reach

warm fluid was starting down my chin and neck

I knew i was making a mess but...I didnt care.

My tongue worked over and over

Digging inward deeply...
Long wide drags...
Nursing her pearl gently...

I couldn't think of anything else other than the task at hand.

I found myself whimpering into her body.

I wanted more...

I wanted more.

With each gulp and swallow I wanted more!

As if it was the last drink I'll ever have.

I remember going faster.
Still starving

I needed more.

In my haze of furious lapping I felt the hand that once caressed my head grip my scalp.

Her hips shuddered as warm fluid splashed against my throat.

I swallowed.

I swallowed all of it.

And still... I wanted more...so much more...

Muffled cries echoed.

I was still in my intimate fog when she pulled me away.

I whined like a pup still wanting to nurse and with a huff she ordered me again, "up on your feet."

I obeyed.

The mixture of saliva and sexual fluid dripped down my chin and neck as I remained standing waiting for my next command.

It never came though.

With such tenderness and affection she kissed me.

She kissed my lips.

trailing across my cheeks

my chin

She had to have tasted herself on me.

Even when she cleaned me up it was a completely gentle and affectionate process.

Suddenly I was aware of how hard I got during the whole encounter.

I had...leaked all over my underwear and as soon as my brain became aware of how turned on I had become I couldnt help but let out a subtle
groan.

and no sooner than I let out my lament she calmed my mind with the must gentle hush which was followed by another brush of her lips against the
corner of my lips.

"Good boy..." She growled again into my ear and with a faint snap of her fingers...I was pulled back into reality.

I was out of breath.

I wasn't sure all of what happened and really any memory of this encounter is just now coming back to me.

I must have had a nervous look on my face as if I said something embarrassing.

Her smile back was comforting though and she asked how I felt.

I felt good.

Really good honestly.

(refreshing sigh)             (seductive flirty)
"Your service was delightful. I look forward to your next visit."