A Taste of Submission (2 page)

That all changed when she met Kurt. He was a small business owner and was taking a marketing course she was enrolled in her final semester. She was twenty-two, almost twenty-three, and he was twenty-nine. They started out having coffee after class and within a couple of weeks they were in her room fucking their brains out.

Jenni fell hard and fast for Kurt; he was older, successful, attractive and strong. Also they had quite a few interests in common—a big one was he was very knowledgeable about art, which had been her major until that year when she had switched to advertising and marketing. He took her to nice restaurants and introduced her to fine wine. She felt like she had met the man of her dreams and only wanted to be with him and no longer wanted to date others or play around like she had been doing.

But she started to be suspicious when she realized that they always went to her apartment, just off campus, because he told her he had a weird roommate and they would have privacy at her place. After a month she became more suspicious because he would never spend the night with her, and in fact they usually made love after class—during the day and then he said he had to get back to work.

She had a friend of hers do a little digging into his background. It was easy to find information on him as he was a local businessman. Her friend did a little research on the Internet and was able to discover Jenni’s worst fears were true. Kurt was a married man and, even worse, his wife had just had a baby.

The next day Jenni was waiting for him before class. When she confronted him he at first tried to deny it and then said he wasn’t really in love with his wife anymore but could not leave her because of the baby. He pleaded with Jenni that he loved her and wanted to keep seeing her and to just give him some time.

Furious, Jenni laughed harshly in his face, “No way, asshole. I want you to go and not come back—tell the University you have a family emergency and you have to drop this class—because if I see you here again I will tell your wife everything and you really will have a fucking family emergency!”

One look at her face and Kurt knew she was serious. He turned and left and she never saw him again. She graduated a month later and headed up to San Francisco to start a new life, vowing the next time she fell in love, if she ever did again, she would stay in control and not let herself be controlled again.

Chapter Three

The ring of her doorbell jolted Jenni from her daydreams of the past. She glanced in the mirror to make sure everything looked good and headed downstairs to meet Dan.

He greeted her at the door to her building, “Hi, beautiful! So congratulations are in order.”

She smiled back and gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks, sweetie! Yeah, dinner will be on me tonight.”

“Oh—I’m having lobster for sure, then,” he said laughingly.

Jenni had made reservations at one of her favorite spots, a great Italian restaurant. She ordered a bottle of a very good Sonoma Zinfandel, also one of her favorites. She knew Dan would prefer a good beer but he would go along with the celebration and have the wine. She just wished he could appreciate it as much as she did.

They chatted over dinner, Jenni telling Dan all about the presentation and how well it had gone. Of course she left out all details about Charles Connelly and how he had got her so hot and bothered; that was definitely not something to share with the guy who was going to fuck you later that night.

She was surprised at how thoughts of Charles would keep creeping into her mind. She could feel his hand holding hers, and she smiled as she remembered his eyes, those lovely hazel eyes seemingly gazing into her depths, and even though it made her pussy wet, she pushed those thoughts away. She was out with Dan and he would be in her bed tonight, not Charles.

After dinner they went back to her place and as soon as they were inside, Jenni grabbed Dan’s hand and led him into the bedroom. She had no problem taking the initiative and in fact many men seemed to be a little intimidated by her open sexuality, but she found it easier to take the lead.

Jenni led Dan straight to the bed and pushed him onto it so he was sitting on the edge. She stepped back and unzipped her dress, letting it drop to the floor. Standing in front of him in heels and black bra and panties she liked that Dan could not help staring intently, as if mesmerized by her sexy body. It had taken a while but she had come to accept she had a great body, slim and athletic with perky and pert breasts, she was a B cup.

“God, baby… I never get over how hot you are.” Dan was smiling at her.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

She took off her bra and moved to Dan and began to unbutton his shirt, rubbing a breast in his face. He leaned forward to draw her nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue all over the hardening little point. She moaned and played with him for a couple of minutes, then shifted so he could work the other nipple.

Jenni then pushed him back and unbuckled his pants, drawing them and his shorts down, freeing his cock which was hard and ready. She knelt down in front of him and grasped his cock and began to run her tongue up and down the shaft and then moved the tip of her tongue onto the frenulum.

She moved her lips over the head of his throbbing hardness and held it in her mouth, moving just the head all around. Finally she plunged her mouth down, taking him deep into her throat; Dan let out a loud moan of pleasure as Jenni worked her mouth up and down on his rigid member.

Jenni could feel her pussy dripping, as she pleasured him. She loved sucking cock, loved the feel of a cock in her mouth. And she also loved the power it gave her. She had discovered early on that when you had a guy’s cock down your throat he would do pretty much anything you wanted.

To get better at it she had even practiced with bananas so she could learn to suppress her gag reflex and take a cock all the way down the back of her throat. She was always surprised to hear girls complain about sucking their boyfriend or husband, as if it were a chore.

But she loved doing it and it made her pussy wet every time she felt a hard cock slide into her mouth. She even loved the feel of a cock shooting off in her mouth and sending cum down her throat.

But that was not going to happen now; Jenni had another use for the hard cock in her mouth. Standing up, she pulled down her panties and kicked them off as Dan moved back on the bed. Climbing on the bed she straddled Dan and grabbed his hard rod, positioning the head inside the wet lips of her pussy. She paused for a moment then dropped down, impaling herself on him.

Shuddering a little she thought to herself,
this is what I need, a good fuck
. In the past she had enjoyed having sex with Dan but now she was feeling like she wanted more. Some desire deep in her had been awakened and she knew exactly who had awakened it.

She started to move rhythmically up and down on his hard cock and couldn’t help notice he wasn’t doing a lot. He had grabbed her hips but it seemed to her like he was just along for the ride. She closed her eyes and, of course, one man popped into her head. Jenni could almost feel Charles’s hazel eyes staring deeply into her.

She couldn’t stop herself from wondering.
What would it be like to look into those eyes while she plunged down on his cock?
What did Charles’s cock feel like?
What would he be doing to me right now
, she wondered?
How would he take me and have his way with me?

She moved on top of Dan harder and faster. Thinking of Charles had almost brought her to orgasm when Dan interrupted her, “Do you want me to get on top?” he asked softly.

I want you to ravage me and pound me hard,
she thought ruefully, but she only smiled, “Sure, sweetie, that would be great.”

She rolled over and Dan entered her again, moving back and forth with a steady rhythm. Missionary position and Jenni on top were pretty much it for their fucking. They had done it doggy style a couple of times and that was about as original as Dan got. She closed her eyes and again she could not stop her thoughts from drifting to Charles, wondering how creative he would be in bed.

Finally Dan picked up the pace of his thrusts and she could feel he was getting ready to come so Jenni faked an orgasm and Dan shot his load into her wet pussy. They cuddled for a while, and he told her how wonderful she was, how hot the sex had been. As she lay there listening to Dan drift off to sleep she felt a little sad.

This time the sex had been okay, but it was the same as it had been before and she knew it would be the same in the future. With a sigh, she realized this was the last time they would be together. Meeting Charles had made her face the fact that she needed more and she knew Dan was not going to be that guy. She really liked him, and he was too nice a guy to string along. But now she had become aware that she was not really satisfied by Dan. She longed for a man to take her, to fuck her like she really wanted and needed to be fucked. And someone to perhaps excite her in ways she had never experienced before.

And she could not stop herself from thinking about Charles Connelly and wondering if he could be the man to bring her the satisfaction she suddenly craved. Had meeting him created this craving or just awakened her to something already there? Something about him was exciting, and tantalizing to her, and she yearned to find out more.

Chapter Four

For the next several weeks Jenni worked her butt off to make the ad campaign a success. She spent a lot of time at Charles’s company and had several meetings with him and his marketing team. Jenni had discovered Charles was a little older than she first thought. He was thirty-six, almost eleven years older than Jenni, which for her was a huge plus.

She was sure her attraction to older men had something to do with losing her father when she was thirteen but it was not something she dwelt on. It was just a preference—just like she liked taller men even though she was a bit on the short side at five foot five inches. Charles was tall and older, so he was the full package.

She had been working with them for a couple of weeks when she was sitting in the break room on a Monday afternoon having some coffee and checking her emails and Charles came in.

“Oh, hi, Jenni. I was just taking a break too. Mind if I join you?” He smile warmly at her.

“Not at all.” She smiled back; once again she felt her heart beating faster just from being close to him.

“How are you, have a good weekend?”

“Unexciting, just did some errands and watched football,” she replied.

Charles looked a bit surprise. “You’re a football fan? Any teams in particular?”

“A few college teams but my main love is the 49ers.”

“Really? I thought you were from Southern California.”

“I am, but my dad was a big Rams fan and I was nine years old when they announced they were moving to St. Louis. He was so pissed he decided he would root for their biggest rivals so he became an instant 49ers fan. We would watch games together so I became a fan too. And they won the Superbowl that year, so that was cool.”

“Does he still follow the team?”

“No, he died when I was thirteen.” she looked down not wanting him to see the sadness in her eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. God, it must have been so hard to lose him when you were that young.”

Jenni smiled, appreciating the genuine concern and sympathy in his voice. “Yes, it was, so in his memory I kept up being a 49er fan and now I live here, so it’s worked out perfectly; even though they haven’t been doing that well the last few years.” She smiled at him, wanting to get the conversation back on a more positive track.

“Well, I think now that they hired Harbaugh as their coach we may be in for some good things again.”

“Yep, we’ve won three in a row.”

“Well, I better get back to work, but it’s great to know that your allegiances are on the right side.” He gave her a big grin as he got up and she smiled back warmly.

Over the next few weeks they had a number of other conversations, as it turned out they had a lot of common interests. Besides football they both liked soccer, Jenni had played varsity soccer in college. They both enjoyed film, he was amazed to learn she really loved sci-fi films, and she was pleasantly surprised he actually liked romantic comedies. They also both loved fine dining and travel. And even more importantly for Jenni was that Charles was into art and was actually pretty knowledgeable about the subject.

They had a lot in common and Jenni could sense Charles found her attractive, and she had certainly given off plenty of hints she was attracted to him. But despite her overt flirting, and all of the great conversations they had, he had not made any suggestion of them getting together.

They were working together but since they did not work for the same company Jenni was not sure if that was the barrier. She also didn’t know if he was involved with anyone but she didn’t have the guts to ask, not wanting to hear the answer. Also he was a client and she did not want to appear unprofessional or to complicate what had become a good working relationship.

Besides when she had discovered how old he was she thought he probably considered her too young. She was sure he had his pick of very successful and very beautiful women to date or even have a relationship with.
I guess he will just be a nice fantasy
.

Therefore Jenni was truly surprised when things changed dramatically at the wrap party for the ad campaign. The magazine ads had hit the stands the previous week and they were a big success. Calls to the company’s sales line had almost doubled.

To celebrate, Charles invited everyone from Jenni’s agency who had been involved with the campaign, including her boss, to a big wrap party. He had rented out a trendy South of Market restaurant and arranged for a nice catered spread and an open bar for everyone to enjoy.

Jenni spent the evening receiving congratulations from everyone. Her boss had even told her this was a big feather in her cap and she would be seeing a nice bonus in her paycheck. She had finally broken away from everyone and was standing off by herself, sipping some champagne and feeling pretty good, when Charles appeared at her side.