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Become The Woman

Become The Woman

by devlinmea
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Become the Woman

The doorbell rang in the middle of my Saturday afternoon, disturbing me from my sleep, but I knew the maid would get it and merely closed my eyes again. It had been a tough week at the office with the Stock Market having some very drastic swings lately. I was very stressed and tired and was using this opportunity to just relax.

I was dreaming of the beach, the warm sun beating down on me laying there as the sea breeze swept onto the land. I couldn't wait for my vacation to begin where I'd be doing just that.

I heard a faint scuffling at the door moments before it spilled into the sitting room where I lay.

"Ma'am, you'll have to wait," my Indian maid, Yasmina, said, standing in front of the woman with her hands on her shoulders, trying to hold her back. But the woman was very persistent and was obviously going to enter unless seriously restrained. The idea of such restraint excited me as I looked at her.

She was young, maybe in her mid-twenties, a beautiful brunette with a nicely shaped body. It was obvious she was active since her body was trim.

"Hey!" she said, abruptly, angrily, interrupting my thoughts. "I wanna talk to you!"

Yasmina looked over at me, still trying to keep this new guest in check. "Sorry, Sir. But she was very insistent."

I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. "It's ok, Yasmina. I can take it from here."

Yasmina flashed an angry smile at me, almost thanking me for understanding her predicament and then scowled at the intruder as she removed her hands. She brushed down her uniform, turned, curtly bowed, then walked out of the room. My new guest stood just inside the doorway to the study, suddenly looking unsure of herself. She tried to build her resolve and looked at me again with renewed strength of purpose.

"I want you to leave Brooke alone," she said. "Get out of her life."

I sat and thought for a moment, wondering why this young woman would care that I had been seeing Brooke for the past two months. "And you are...?"

"My name is Kylie and Brooke is going to marry my brother. They don't need you in their lives ruining their relationship." She walked forward, angry.

I stood, my robe slightly opening around me. I was only wearing boxers beneath it and could feel my cock beginning to twitch at the sight of this luscious young thing. I could tell she was intrigued by my body, but didn't want to admit it. It was the subtle shift in her stance, the near imperceptible glance. Being a student of human behavior, I saw all the signs.

"They've been dating for five years. They belong together," she proclaimed forcefully, standing defiant in front of me.

"What is going on between Brooke and I is really none of your business." I kept my voice low to keep this encounter from escalating too high. "She is an incredible woman and is able to think on her own. Besides, I'm helping her become complete, the woman she wants to be."

*****

It was our third date, and the first one that got physical. It started with us seeing a movie. We walked into the theater only ten minutes before the start, but it was empty. I was holding her hand and guided her up to the second row from the top, giving us a perfect view of the screen below us. We sat and talked for a few minutes, slowly moving the discussion with sexual innuendo. When I first met her, she seemed reserved and almost shy, but lately had been opening up.

A few other couples came into the theater, spreading out among the empty seats. Two couples sat in the row behind us and I idly wondered how good of a view they had of us.

The lights in the theater went down as the movie previews started. I rested my hand on her knee and gently stroked it, somewhat moving it up her leg and onto her thigh. She didn't seem to mind it there at all, and in fact seemed to slide lower into her seat as if wanting my hand to move higher. Her hands rested on the arm rests as we watched the show.

As the movie started playing, my hand moved to the middle of her thigh, my fingers stroking her leg, squeezing it, and massaging it. She was wearing jeans, so I didn't have contact with her flesh, but I could feel the muscles and heat below them. Her breathing was becoming more ragged as I stroked, slowly moving up her thigh until I felt the supple inner flesh so close to her pussy. I could feel her hips moving slightly, encouraging me.

I imagined that she was always the 'nice' girl, the girl that everyone knew was beautiful, good, and pure. The girl who never had a bad word to say about anyone. The girl that everyone liked but that no one asked out on a date.

I was the bad boy who saw what she really needed in her life.

I moved achingly slow towards her pussy, letting my little finger press into it and slowly circle around when I finally reached it. I heard her gasp softly and one hand grabbed my forearm to stop me. She still was embarrassed to feel what she was feeling. She definitely was excited by what I was doing to her, but felt it was... inappropriate. I moved my hand away again and simply stroked her thigh, teasing her.

I glanced at her and saw her licking her lips with the lovely look of desire in her eyes. But the movie continued and we both watched on. Every so often my hand would begin it's upward movement, so very slowly, until it caressed her once again. And each time, her hips pressed tighter against my hand, her hand moving at the last moment to stop me. But... hoping that this time... this time she'd get the pleasure she needed.

I knew she was embarrassed by me doing this to her in the theater with several people possibly seeing us. But I knew she wanted to cum. I knew that I was driving her crazy with lust, desire, and need.

*****

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"Complete? The woman she wants to be? What the fuck does that mean?" Kylie fumed.

I moved in front of her, eyeing her up and down. "It means I make her feel like the beautiful, incredibly sexual woman she is. It means she feels things far more with me than with... well... any other man.

"I excite her. I make her yearn for the soft, insistent touch or my fingers, the heat of my kiss, the teasing flick of my tongue. I make her want to be a complete woman, a woman capable of opening herself up to me completely, unashamed, telling me her darkest sexual secrets. Telling me her deepest desires, things that she dreams about and wishes but could never tell your brother. She tells me things she's almost too embarrassed to tell herself, about the things that turn her on in the dark of night, that make her masturbate, things that make her cum almost just by thinking them."

Kylie seemed to stop for a moment, unsure of herself again. She had expected me to fight her, not to challenge and arouse her. There was something more to Kylie's visit, something more about her open bravado. I could tell that the sexual imagery about Brooke was turning her on, too. She was another sexually repressed woman, waiting and yearning for release... for freedom.

"I have touched her body in ways that she never thought possible. I tease her until she's screaming, begging for release and then enjoys when I finally let her orgasm... always on my terms... and it's the best orgasm she's ever felt. She has given herself to me completely and lets me show her just how good that feels."

I moved behind Kylie slowly as I spoke and moved close enough that she could feel me behind her. My mouth was near her ear, although she was a foot shorter than me. My whispers in her ear was having an almost imperceptible effect on her. But I saw it. She was definitely getting excited.

"I made her cum, Kylie. I made her cum again and again. You see most boys wouldn't approach her and make a move, maybe thinking she was out of their league or scared that they'd be shot down. They had to wait for her to make the first move and she hated them for it. But I was different. I put her in her place right away and made her feel like the real woman she is. She finally feels what a real man can do to her and it excites her. It frees her. She has an outlet in which she can truly express herself."

I grabbed Kylie's upper arms and held her tightly in place. She gasped in surprise and excitement. I moved my body against her, making her feel my heat and hardness against her. My lips nuzzled into her neck and ear sending shivers through her body.

"Many women want that, Kylie. Many women are frustrated because they don't have a real man to help them feel like women... to help them be who they truly want to be. They enjoy being strong and independent to a point... but have a yearning to, at least sometimes, let go... to be... controlled. To be freed of any need to repress or hide their true desires, their wants... their deepest needs." I paused a moment, smelling her hair and her perfume. I could feel her shivering in my grasp.

"I think the whole story about your brother is a ruse, my dear. I think you wanted to meet me and find out if what Brooke was telling you about us was true or not. I think you're like those women, too. What did she tell you?" I asked, squeezing her arms sharply.

*****

We left the theater with Brooke in a very excited state. She looked like she was ready to jump the next cock that was put out there. We walked slowly to my car and I opened her door and helped her inside. She seemed calm although I knew she was anxious about what was to come. We left the theater and as we drove, I placed my hand on her thigh and stroked it once again.

She was quiet, and kept her legs together, to hinder my access to touch her. Although when I looked over at her she had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, licking her lips. She wanted to... she just... couldn't.

"I'm going to taste your pussy tonight," I said calmly and slowly in the quiet of the car. I didn't ask and didn't command. I just stated a fact.

She reacted with a gasp, grabbing my hand on her thigh. I smiled, rubbing her thigh through her jeans and felt her muscles contract. Her hips pushed up into me, but her thighs clenched together, twitching in anguish. She was so close to letting me touch her.

"And you're going to beg me to do it. Then I'm going to have you kneel on the floor, naked and submissive, and order you to suck on my cock. And you're going to do it because, deep down, that's what you want to do. In fact, you're thinking about it now and it's exciting you. You're thinking about how badly you want to suck my cock... and how much you crave me to tell you to do it, aren't you?"

She bit her upper lip, trying to deny what she was feeling.

I simply smiled and drove on, teasing her pussy more and more with my fingertips on her inner thigh. We arrived at her condo about fifteen minutes later and sat in the car. I leaned over and we kissed. She was still panting, still so excited, but conflicted and confused. She'd never experienced this before, this loss of control to a powerfully dominant man. I was moving very quickly now, directing what was happening without any input from her whatsoever. It both excited and confused her.

I opened my door and walked around, opening hers. I took her hand and helped her out of the car, walking her to the front door. She unlocked it and we walked in, closing the door behind us.

I knew she had a roommate, but expected her to be asleep, since her car was in the drive, but the condo was dark. As soon as the door closed and I saw no lights, I pushed Brooke up against the entryway wall, pushing myself against her as I kissed her hard. I felt her body mold against mine, her hips pushing into me. She was gasping and groaning in excitement as if begging me to take this to the next level now that we were in relative privacy.

I slipped one hand up her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head backwards. I lowered my mouth and bit and nibbled on her neck as she groaned softly. My other hand moved to her stomach and slipped underneath her shirt, stroking her bare skin. She was trembling with excitement as my hand moved lower letting my fingers glide beneath the waistband to feel her frilly panties underneath.

My fingers easily slid beneath her panties and I could feel her coarser, sparse, pubic hair. She panted as my fingers moved lower, moving over and around her clit.

"Ohhh," she moaned softly.

"Yesssss," I whispered back. "Your pussy is so hot for me, isn't it? Does my baby want me to taste it?"

Her hips pushed upwards, trying to get my fingers lower onto her. But I kept them applying circular pressure on her clit, easily moving over the little button in her overheated and wet excitement. She was so very wet. I pulled her panties up, forcing the material against her lovely pussy, lifting her up onto the tips of her toes.

"I didn't hear you, baby. Do you want me to taste your pussy?"

"Yessss," she moaned under her breath. "Please yesssss...."

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My fingers slid further down, her jeans making it difficult for much deviation from my path. My fingertips dipped into her wetness as they moved to the entrance of her vagina. They wiggled there for a moment, obviously torturing her as her body squirmed in front of me.

"Yes what, baby? You have to say it. Tell me you want me to taste your pussy. Tell me you want my tongue on your clit and want to watch my tongue make you cum in my mouth."

"Oh my gosh," she moaned. She'd barely said any cuss word or any sexual word since I met her, since she was such a nice girl. But now she was being forced to say it... she was being freed to say it. She gulped and groaned once more as one finger slid deep into her before pulling out again. She seemed to feel the loss of the finger, seemed to feel that she really did want me to make her cum. "Oh gosh... please... lick... eat my... my pussy. Please."

I smiled and flicked my tongue in her ear. "Perfect. I'm glad you begged," I said. "That makes me so hot to hear you say it." I put one hand on her neck, lightly choking her and using it to hold her in place as I knelt on the floor in front of her. With my left hand, I unfastened her jeans and pushed them down, followed slowly by her panties, helping her step out of them. And then she was naked from the waist down, her pussy inches from my face. I looked up and saw her with her eyes closed, her mouth opened, her face registering her excitement... her need.

"What a lovely pussy," I whispered. "I'm going to enjoy making you cum on my tongue."

I leaned forward and kissed her stomach, letting my tongue slide along her smooth skin. She was so wet and ready for me. I could smell the lovely fragrance of her excitement. One of her hands gripped the wrist of my hand at her throat, holding it to her, grounding herself in the safety of my control. She was enjoying the sensation. I smiled and leaned lower, trailing my tongue over her pubic hair and grazing her clit. Her body shuddered, her knees almost giving out as the sensation overwhelmed her. She loved being taken and I was going to fully enjoy giving her what, deep down, she truly needed.

My tongue danced on her clit, slowly at first, but then built speed. My left hand grabbed behind her knee and pushed her leg up into the air, holding it there, giving me even more access to her delicious center. Her wetness coated my tongue and chin as I pressed my lips against her, digging my tongue deep into her.

She groaned loudly, putting her hand on my head, holding me tightly to her body, crushing me, her fingers digging into both my hair and wrist as she had her first orgasm of the night... and her first deeply satisfying orgasm ever.

*****

I stood behind Kylie, holding her tightly in place. "Did she tell you how she screamed out one orgasm after another? Did she tell you how I held her down and fucked her just like a bitch in heat? Did she tell you that I came all over her face and she enjoyed every taste of me?"

Kylie seemed shocked and excited, unable to process what she was hearing. My right hand snaked around her shoulder and gripped her neck in a light choke, holding her in place. My left hand moved onto her stomach, stroking her body over her clothes. My mouth was by her ear and my tongue flicked it, making her gasp.

"Did you come here hoping I'd do the same with you?"

She moaned, breathing heavily. My left hand moved lower, grabbing and rubbing her crotch through her jeans.

"No... I..."

"Did you come here to be freed, like Brooke? You want me to take you, too, don't you? You want me to throw you down and make you cum harder than you've ever cum before. You better admit it or I'll just throw you out."

She paused for a long moment, trying to think, trying to deny what she was feeling. "Yes," she finally panted softly, closing her eyes. She hated that she admitted that.

I walked her over to the couch and stood in front of it. I flicked the button of her jeans open and pulled the zipper down. Then forced her jeans down her legs to her knees. Her hands grabbed my wrist at her throat but wasn't trying too hard to pull it away. I pushed her forward, forcing her to kneel on the couch as I released her. Then I grabbed her jeans and took them completely off her legs, tossing them aside.

The belt to my robe was hanging down, giving me an idea. I pulled it free and reached down, forcing her hands behind her back. I placed her forearms next to each other and used the belt to secure them there. She struggled lightly, as if she wanted this, but didn't want me to think she was a bad person for liking it. It was going to be another awakening within her.

I pushed my boxers down and grabbed my erection, sliding it up and down her wet slit. I grabbed her hair and forced her head back sharply. "I'm going to take you. You're all bound up and helpless and I'm going to fuck you until you can't move," I hissed. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want to be free to want this."

"I... I want this," she whispered, as if she didn't want to even admit it to herself.

Smiling, I let go of her hair, grabbed her hips, and slowly pushed my cock inside her cunt. She felt so incredibly warm and tight, but her wetness made her very well lubricated.

"Yeah," I groaned, starting long, slow strokes. "Just like Brooke. God, I'm going to make you cum hard."

*****

I led Brooke up the stairs from the entryway into the living room and kitchen. There was a dim light from the stove that guided us, as well as the dim outside lighting that filtered in through the windows. I guided her to the kitchen countertop and had her stand there while I unfastened my pants. She was panting softly, definitely excited.

After I pushed my pants and boxers down to my knees, freeing my engorged rod, I grabbed her hair and forced her into a kiss. I grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to my cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and started stroking it. I was getting so hard for her.

I pulled her away from the kiss and pushed downwards, forcing her to her knees. "Your turn," I told her, softly. I could tell she was being shy again, almost as if not knowing what to do. I decided to make it easy on her. I pulled her face into me by her hair, sliding my cock along her lips. Holding her head like that, I moved my cock around her face, sliding the head of my shaft beneath and around it, sliding it across her lips. Then, holding her head firmly, I held my cock right in front of her mouth.

Achingly slow, I pulled her face towards me, guiding my cock to her lips and then between them, pushing myself into her warm mouth. It felt heavenly as her lips enclosed on me and her tongue slid along my shaft. She suckled softly as I pushed in and out of her mouth, fucking her. I could hear the hiss of her heavy breathing through her nose and the sucking noises she was making, both exciting me even more.

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