Lady's Man  (FemdoM Reluctant)

  I carried the dish du jour out to the bar, "Clock me out," I told the new girl.

  "What's that?"  she nodded down to my plate.

  "Call it a Tour of Italy," I guess it was worth about the same with all the shrimp, and scallops in it..

  "Can you take my trash out when you're done?" she asked.

  "Sure,"  I walked down the bar towards the patio, right past a stunning brunette on the end.  Her mediterrainian beauty looked less out of place than her shorts, and sweaty tank top.  I tried to discretely look back, but she caught me.  Just that glance was enough for me to take a mental picture, just the way she was turned, face over her shoulder, the way her arm rippled when she set down the Martini glass, the slight swell of her chest with another lower, on the other side.

  I sat down quick, wishing I hadn't taken off my apron.  "Looks good," I looked over, then up her long lean body again. "D'you mind?" I quickly looked at her face staring down at me, then down at my plate as she twisted my fork in it.  "It's ok, I don't."  She licked alfredo from her lips, "Mmm!"

  "Glad you like it," I quickly threw a napkin over my lap

  "It's good," she took another quick bite, then let me have my fork back, "What is it?"

  "Don't have a name," I finally got to taste it.

  "Then how do you order it?"  the way she stood over me made me kind of nervous, but gave me an excuse to look at her tits since they where between us.

  I swallowed, "I just make it," and took another bite.

  "Oh," she caught on, "You work here."

  I nodded, swallowed again.  "I'm Mark."

  "Donna," her grip was tight, might've dug her nails in if she'd had any.  "I'll let you finish."

  I watched unabashedly as she walked back to the door, turned back to show me her face, tits and ass together again.  By the time I went back in, she was back at the bar, winking at me.  My face got hot, and I hurried back toward the kitchen.

  "Don't forget, Mark" the bartender caught me as I was dropping the plate, and fork into a bus-pan.  Damn it! I needed to go to the bathroom!  No place else to jerk off, I figured as I dragged the trash back. Maybe I could pull it off in the dumpster enclosure!  There was an eight foot wall, and a handy place to get rid of the evidence!  I hurried back, thank god the alarm was off.  Usually was unless the gate was unlocked.

  The door latched behind me, "Hey." I jumped, and turned quick.

  "Donna!" I was just thinking about her, "How did you get in here?"

  She grinned, and kissed me!  She backed me up, fucking her tongue into my mouth, and I was too stunned to stop her.  Finally, I got over my shock enough to reach up, and touch her.  Her chest was hard under her small tits, and I didn't feel a bra.  What I did feel was her hands zip open my fly, and reach inside.

  I slid my hands down her flat tummy, then back up under her shirt.  She was striped with muscle, then bone just below the softness of her tits.  Her nipples pressed into the pads of my thumbs through what felt like spandex.  

  Her hot, spicy mouth released mine, "Pull down my shorts."  I hadn't thought of anything to say back before she inhaled through her nose while taking a second helping from my mouth.  I'd never gotten kissed like that before either.  Sure, I wasn't a virgin, but this was different.  Her tongue wrestled mine to submission.

  Her shorts slid down her long legs, and she forced me down by the lever of my dick.  Her neck bent to follow as she guided me in.  God, she was so hot, and wet.  She took my hands from her hard flexing ass, and pressed them back to the wall.  Then, she started fucking me.

  I did very little of it, couldn't really the way she held me.  I wasn't sure I could've fought her off if I wanted.  If she would've raped me had I not been willing.  I could feel her clit, dragging on my groin, through my pubic hair.  Her breath was hot, and moist on my cheek.  I think my hands went numb from hers on my wrists, but I wasn't complaining.  
 
  I felt free, somehow, like I could just take it, and enjoy it forever.  We didn't get the chance, and had to scramble as the door opened.  

  "The fuck?!"  the manager saw us.

  "Uh," Donna quickly pulled up her shorts.

  "Who the fuck is this?" he swung a hand in her general direction.

  "Mr..." I tried.

  "You're fired," he grabbed me, "Get the fuck out of my store!"

  He hounded us through the kitchen, to wolf whistles, and catcalls.  "Damn!" Leroy shouted over the dishwasher.  

  "If I see either of you again, I'll call the cops!" he pushed us out the front door.

  "Whatabout my check?" My only answer was an upraised finger.

  "Need a lift?" Donna woke up a Cherokee with her keychain.  I ran to catch up.  "You live alone?"

  "What?" I paused on the passenger side.

  "I'm not done with you," she got in, so I did too.  She grabbed my shirt in one hand, my mouth in her's before I was all the way in.  "My place," she started the motor and I closed the door quick.

  "Uh," I didn't know what to think, was this safe?  Would she hurt me?

  "Listen," she stopped me, "this isn't an equal relationship.  I'm going to take you home, fuck you, and if I like it, I'll keep you around."

  "What if I don't want to?" it just came out.

  She slammed on the breaks, "Then you can wonder," made it to the sidewalk before we came to a stop.  

  "No," I made my decision, "I was just joking," I lied.

  "Good," she ignored the horn blowing by, and pulled out behind it.  Now I was no virgin, never had any lack of luck with the girls.  Some of said I was good looking, non threatening, even pretty. This was the first to be so direct, and aggressive with me, though.  I guess it was kind of neat, not having to seduce them, think of the right thing to say.

  She had a house, not real big, but nice.  It didn't seem to have the womanly touches though, no flowers, or stuff hanging out side.  Just a porch, and a door.  Inside, I got a glimpse of her mess before her face came back in.  I swear, she swung me around, pushed me back.  Her hands tore at my
pants again, pulled me out, jerked me roughly.  She pushed me down on the couch, and I looked up at her again.

  I remember wondering if this was gay, or something when she pulled her shirt off.  The sports bra stretched over her tits, and the rest of her chest.  They weren't even as impressive as the broad taper of her back, visible from the front.  "Take off your pants," she didn't ask, and I didn't argue.  The top came off next, showing she either was naturally that dark, or tanned all over.  She bent to push her shorts down, and took them off with her shoes on.

  She practicly jumped on me, and pulled at my shirt.  I helped her take it off thinking she might tear it.  Her hips shifted until my hardon was pinned to my belly, between her lips.  I looked down to see she was hard too, pressing against me.  "I..."

  "Shh!" she put her hand over my mouth, and grinded into me.  it felt all right, I guess, but what the fuck?  I'd never get off this way.  It was so sexy, though, her hard body, strong hands on my mouth, and chest.  Apparently, she got enough stimulation, though because she kept grinding, eyes closed, jaw clenched behind her tight lips.  I risked touching her, but this time she let me.  I cupped her tits, completely covering them with my hand, and squeezed.

  I bet they where the softest part of her, I certainly couldn't feel anything else but muscle, and bone.  Sweat popped out, ran down her body.  It made her slick, shiny.  Her pussy made wet sounds on my pinned prick, soaked it.  I could smell her, sweat, and musk thick in the air.  There was no room, no world other than her, holding me down, fucking me just like she said she would.  Even I disappeared from my mind.

  I closed my eyes, slipped down to a place in me I never suspected existed.  It was a different dimension, like nonexistence, death.  I wasn't afraid, I couldn't feel.  I opened my eyes, saw her from way down where ever I was.  She gasped, and I could feel happy for her pleasure.  She shook hard, yelled 
something I didn't bother to understand. Slowly, I climbed out, actually paid attention to her orgasm, the dampness of her on me.

  "Oh, God," she panted, "I needed that!"  I also realized my balls where aching, I'd been hard pretty much since I sat down for break.  "And you where such a good boy," she stood up on her knees, and stepped off the couch, "You earned something too.  She knelt again, this time beside me, and pulled me over.  God, she was strong, at least as strong as me.  I just didn't believe it when she grabbed my aching cock, and kissed it.

  I've gotten head lots of times, but this was different.  It almost hurt, but felt so good anyway.  I ran my fingers through her thick straight black hair until she grabbed them, and pushed them down into the couch.  She did it all with her mouth, stroking me with her tongue, but barely moving her head.  I can't believe how fast it got me off, how hard I came.

  My eyes clenched, and my ears roared.  It felt familiar, like that deep dark pit, but filled with pleasure.  I held my breath, couldn't exhale though I tried.  I bucked out of control, but she held on, held me down by the hips.  I swear, I almost passed out, but held on till the last twitch, then panted for air.  My head swam.

  She smiled, closed lipped, and dragged her tits up my front.  Her mouth pressed into mine, opened both so her tongue could slip in.  It tasted funny, pastey.  I realized why and jerked up.  "Ugh!"  I coughed and it spilled out, landed on my chest, ran down my chin.

  "What's wrong?" She laughed, "You taste good."  I could only gag.
