Rainy night, submissive stranger

I met her at a small bar in Capitol Hill in Seattle one rainy Thursday night. She was sitting alone at the end of the counter, sipping a glass of red wine. She looked about 28, petite with smooth light-brown skin, straight black hair that fell just past her shoulders, and these soft almond-shaped eyes that kept glancing around shyly. She had on a simple black dress that hugged her small frame, showing off her slim waist and modest curves. I bought her another drink and we started talking. She was quiet at first, smiling a lot, nodding while I spoke. Her English was good but she spoke softly, almost like she was testing the words.

After a couple of hours and a few more drinks, the vibe between us got warmer. She laughed at my dumb jokes and leaned in closer. When I suggested we go back to my place nearby, she bit her lip, looked down for a second, then nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I would like that.”

Back at my apartment, things moved slow at first. We kissed on the couch, her lips soft and warm. She let me take the lead completely. I could feel how submissive she was right away. Whenever I touched her, she would sigh softly and press into my hand like she wanted more but didn’t want to ask. I slid my hand under her dress and she opened her legs a little without me saying anything, like it was natural for her to give in.

I took her to the bedroom and undressed her slowly. Her body was beautiful, small perky breasts with dark nipples that got hard the second the air hit them, a flat stomach, and smooth shaved pussy that was already a little wet. She stood there naked, hands at her sides, looking at me with those big eyes, waiting for what I wanted next. “Tell me what you like,” I said. She shook her head gently. “Whatever you want,” she answered in that quiet voice. “I like when you decide.”

That turned me on so much. I laid her on the bed and started kissing down her neck, then her chest. When I sucked on her nipples she moaned softly and arched her back, pushing them into my mouth. Her hands stayed loose on the sheets, not grabbing or guiding, just letting me explore. I moved lower, spreading her legs wide. She kept them open exactly how I placed them, breathing faster. My tongue found her clit and she gasped, her thighs trembling a little. She tasted sweet and clean. I licked her slow and steady, and within a couple minutes her breathing got shaky. “Oh… I’m close,” she whispered. I didn’t stop. She came the first time with a soft cry, her pussy pulsing against my tongue, hips lifting just a tiny bit off the bed. Her whole body shook gently but she didn’t make a lot of noise, just these cute little whimpers.

I kept going, sliding two fingers inside her while I licked. She was so tight and wet. She came a second time faster than the first, her legs trying to close around my head but she fought it and kept them open for me. “Too much… but don’t stop,” she begged quietly. Her voice was so submissive it drove me crazy. After that orgasm she was breathing hard, face flushed, but she looked up at me like she was ready for whatever came next.

I got on top of her and slid inside. She was soaking. She wrapped her legs around me loosely, not squeezing hard, just holding on like she wanted me to control the pace. I fucked her slow at first, deep strokes. Every time I pushed in she let out a little moan and her eyes would flutter half-closed. She kept saying soft things like “Yes… like that” or “I’m yours tonight.” It wasn’t loud or fake, just honest and giving. I picked up speed and she started cumming again, the third time, her pussy gripping me tight in waves. Her mouth opened but barely any sound came out at first, then a long shaky “Ahhh…” as her body tensed and relaxed over and over.

I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees, face down in the pillow. She got into position instantly, back arched, ass up, completely open for me. That view of her small smooth body like that, so willing, made me even harder. I entered her from behind and she pushed back just enough to meet me but never took over. I held her slim waist and fucked her harder. She came a fourth time like this, her arms giving out so her chest was flat on the bed, moaning into the pillow while her pussy clenched around me again and again. Her legs were shaking hard by then.

By the fifth orgasm she was almost limp, covered in a light sweat, hair messy across her face. I turned her on her back again and went slow, grinding deep. She looked up at me with those submissive eyes, whispering “Please… cum inside me if you want.” That sent me over. I kept going until she came one last time, a quiet intense one where she just held her breath, body trembling, tears of pleasure in the corners of her eyes. Only then did I finish, filling her while she softly moaned and stroked my back with gentle fingers.

Afterward she curled up against me, still breathing heavy, her small body fitting perfectly. She didn’t say much, just smiled shyly and nuzzled my chest like she was happy I had taken control. We lay there for a long time, the rain still tapping on the window outside. She was the most naturally submissive woman I had ever been with, and the way she came over and over, each time giving herself completely, made the whole night feel unreal.