The Sub[m]ission o[f] Brielle - Part 1 | 2016

I met Brielle through her post on Craigslist. I was browsing around, looking to see if I could find someone who would be willing to engage in a casual meet up or two. Her post said that she was just looking for some companionship; 18, student, "and maybe something more." So I got in touch with her and we met up for a few coffee dates (she preferred tea) and got to know one another.

Brielle was a knockout, and when I saw her for the first time I was speechless. She had long, natural red hair that flowed to the small of her back, green and blue eyes that glimmered like gems, milky smooth skin that was sprinkled with freckles, and tits like you wouldn't believe. Brielle tended to dress simply, and each time we met she wore jeans, which her full and supple ass always filled out magnificently. She had feminine features, with full heart-shaped lips, and angular cheeks that I couldn't wait to caress. Her personality was quite refreshing too; Brielle was an excellent student, who was looking to become a nurse. She was quite shy at first, but very polite and sweet. Her mind was sharp, and full of this young vibrancy that I couldn't get enough of. I could tell that she liked the fact I was considerably older than her (I'm 46) and I knew that it would work in my advantage. Despite the fact she was so reserved and shy, I could sense there was another side to Brielle. Something raw, and begging to be unleashed.

From what I had gleaned from our multiple hour conversations, Brielle was incredibly submissive. She had told me that she was looking for an older, dominant man, as it was her fantasy. I asked her about her sexual past, and she seemed relatively deprived. No man had ever made her cum before, and she had never been on the receiving end of oral sex. Now, all I can say was at this point, is I knew that I wanted to make her mine. I wanted the submission of Brielle more than I wanted air. I wanted to give her what she had been cheated out of so many times. Brielle asked me my sexual preferences, and when I told her that I was a dominant man in bed, I could see the excitement in her eyes.

By the third coffee date, I was becoming impatient. I wanted her entirely. So I scheduled another date for us, and told her I thought it was time for us to become more physical. Brielle said she thought I would never ask.

Brielle and I met up around 11 in the morning, and we chatted until she finished her tea, our eyes locked as we felt the sexual tension between us grow until it was almost too much to handle. She was dressed simply again today in an oversized burgundy cardigan, tight jeans that hugged her curvy legs perfectly, and a black tank top that her breasts were practically spilling out of. I knew she was teasing me. Her eyes were glimmering mischievously, knowing what she was doing. Little did she know, that this attitude would simply not be tolerated later. I suggested that we go back to my place, and I make her some lunch. It was 11:30, and the drive to my place would take about 15 minutes if the traffic wasn't too bad.

"How many men have you been with?" I asked, looking over at her in the passenger seat, my eyes unable to be pulled away from her exquisite breasts. I had waited to ask her this question until we were alone, and more acquainted. I knew she had little experience, and she was quite young, but I was still curious how many men had been lucky enough to fuck her. Brielle blushed deeply, caught off guard by the question. I felt my pants begin to tighten as I saw her skin redden, thinking about how I would turn her perfect ass the same shade with a hard spanking.

"Only two. They were both um.. A little below average, and I only had sex with each a few times. Nothing too exciting," she murmured, pushing her hair over her right shoulder, and exposing the naked flesh of her smooth neck. I stifled a groan as I imagined sucking and licking that skin, gripping the wheel harder and trying to contain my growing erection. We pulled into the driveway and I shut off the engine, taking off my seat belt and looking over at the young woman beside me. Seat belt off, Brielle's torso was turned towards me, and her pupils were completely dilated, filled with an intense hunger and lust. In seconds, she closed to gap between us, and placed her lips on mine for the first time. Her lips melted against mine, and she moaned softly. They tasted like strawberries and sugar, and were intoxicating me entirely. I placed a hand on the back of her head, lacing my fingers in her coppery tresses and pulled gently, which brought a low groan from her lips. Our tongues began to dance wildly as I pulled her closer, and her hand went straight for the bulge in my pants. My cock was throbbing and hard as she stroked me through the fabric, making me growl quietly as I lifted my other hand to squeeze her perfect breast. It was firm and supple in my large palm, and I could feel her nipple stiffen immediately against her bra. She was panting now, trying to free my erect cock from my pants, but I removed my hand from her breast and clutched her wrist tightly. I pulled her head back harder, breaking the feverish kiss.

"I intend to fuck you in my bed, Princess. Not my car," I said firmly, looking into her lust filled eyes. When I had called her Princess during one of our coffee dates, I noticed that Brielle's eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion at the time. Now I knew what it was. In seconds we were at the front door, and I was jamming my keys in the lock, swinging it open and scooping her up in my muscular arms. She was only 5'4, and quite small compared to my height of 6'3. She was lighter than air as I pressed her against my broad frame, her legs wrapping around my waist and grinding the crotch of her jeans against my stiff cock as she locked her ankles. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as I pressed one hand against the small of her back, and grabbed a fistful of that fiery hair. Our lips were locked again, tongues dueling as I walked into the living room and pinned her against the large window, making her gasp as she became wedged between me and the glass. I broke the heated kiss again, quickly tearing off her sweater, and then her tank top.

"Oh, Princess," I groaned, staring at her supple breasts that were spilling out of her lacy pink and turquoise push-up bra. She was blushing again as I admired her perfect body, lightly tracing one hand across her flat, smooth stomach. Goosebumps erupted over her flesh, and in moments I was unhooking her bra, and flinging it across the room. The sight made my cock throb; her tits were perfect, milky white, and smooth, with dark pink but small nipples that were surrounded by pale areolas. They were incredibly perky for their size, and amazingly full for her age. I watched in awe as her nipples hardened, and then my lips were on them, sucking and nibbling, tugging and pulling. Brielle was writhing under me, her senses overloaded as I toyed with her incredibly sensitive nipples, nails digging hard into my shoulders as her back was beautifully arched. Her skin smelled of warm vanilla, and I was already addicted as I swirled my tongue around her swollen, tender nipples.

"Fuck me, Nick," she panted, "Please, I need you to fuck me. Make me yours."

I removed my lips from her nipple with a quiet pop, and looked into her lust-filled eyes. "Beg me for it," I commanded loudly, "Let me hear how badly you want me to fuck you." I pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out in pain and pleasure, and she bucked her hips hard against me, her eager pussy craving my hard cock through the fabric.

"Please, Nick! Please fuck me! Please fuck my tight little pussy!" Brielle screamed desperately as I pinched down on her sensitive nipples harder. I swear, hearing her talk like that for the first time in her sexy voice, could have made me burst right then and there. Hearing how badly she wanted me to fuck her was almost too much. Almost. Grabbing her perfectly sculpted ass with both hands, I locked my lips with hers again, and bounded up the stairs to my room. Placing her on the edge of my bed, I was on top of Brielle, both hands squeezing and massaging her massive breasts roughly as she panted against my lips. Slowly, I stood up and admired her from above. Her hair was sprawled around her in an auburn halo, accentuating the milkiness of her smooth skin. I grabbed her clothed legs, and lifted them up so her ankles were resting on my shoulders. I slipped off her sandals, and slowly began to tug off her tight jeans, exposing the skin of her perfectly toned legs as I tossed the clothing across the room. I looked at Brielle as I slowly began to kiss up her legs, starting with her small ankles, and then her calves. Her face was flushed completely red, and her heart-shaped lips were parted ever-so-slightly, making my cock feel like it was about to burst through my pants as precum leaked out.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, beginning to kneel down between her legs as I pulled her ass over the edge of the bed, and getting a glimpse at her panties for the first time. They were lacy pink and turquoise ones to match her bra, and they were utterly drenched in her juices. My cock twitched at the sight of how wet she was, and a low growl escaped my lips as I kissed up her thighs that were gracefully draped over my shoulders. Slowly, I grabbed the fabric of her dripping panties, my fingers grazing Brielle's hips and making her arch that perfect body. I pulled them down, and I saw what had to be the most perfect pussy I had ever seen. It was gorgeously pink, freshly waxed, and absolutely drenched in her arousal. Brielle's pussy was very small, her swollen lips hiding that astoundingly tight hole. With two fingers, I spread her open, and saw her engorged clit throbbing in anticipation. Seeing her glistening and wet for me like that made me moan, and I couldn't handle it anymore.

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