Loss Of Control (Futa/F, futa dom, humiliation, anal)

Story by koba_yashi

Hey all, this story is loosely related to Easy, a story I wrote a while back. This time it's from the sub's POV. I'm kind of imagining them as a series of interview transcripts, but don't make that distinction in the story.

Anyway, while I'm not as happy with it as I was with Easy, I hope it's still enjoyable!

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Of course I remember her. How could you forget someone like that? I remember every single detail. I still dream about her sometimes. I still don’t know whether they are dreams or nightmares, or whether I love her or hate her. What she did to me…

Maybe I should start at the beginning.

I used to be a rather successful businesswoman. I was moving up the career path of a particularly good consultancy firm, and I can tell you that that is an exceptionally difficult task to achieve as a woman. I’m not one for false modesty either – I know I am good-looking, and I work to keep myself toned and firm.

Still, I was nothing compared to her. I don’t know how she manages to be so slender and curvy at the same time. Her cleavage was so perfectly rounded and her ass swung like a pendulum. She was hypnotic, and I’m not even into girls.

Well, I wasn’t at the time, anyway.

I met her at a café where I was having a rare lunch break. I was still glancing over some reports, but it was the most relaxed I had been in weeks. She simply walked up and sat at my table. I glared at her, a little annoyed she had just barged in. She looked at me so cute and innocent, but I could also see a little steel behind those eyes. I found I couldn’t keep eye contact.

“You’re a businesswoman, right?” she asked. I just nodded tersely. She was leaning toward me, chin cupped in hands, cleavage pressed juicily against the table. I kept glancing at it. Her skin was so smooth and perfect, and her dress so perfectly cut, I just couldn’t help it. She parted her sensual lips in a wicked smile.

“See something you like?”

I turned back to my report. I was getting angry at her smugness.

“Like to be in control, huh?”

“Is there a point to this?” I asked.

“I like being in control too,” she said.

“Good for you.”

“Most people are too easy though,” she said, “Sometimes I like a bit of a challenge.”

She was looking at me a little oddly now, and smirking.

“What sort of challenge would someone like you offer?” I asked, a little bitchily. Her smile just broadened and her eyes lit up.

“A challenge of willpower, of course,” she said, “I want to see how much of me you can handle before you break.”

I laughed, but I had to force it out.

“You look like a whore,” I lied, “What the hell can you do to me?”

She leaned over suddenly, grabbed me by blouse and pulled me into a kiss. At first, I was too stunned to do anything but feel her soft, moist lips mash forcefully into mine. Her scent was intoxicating, her skin so hot and thrumming with life. Her tongue lashed mine with a sensuousness I didn’t think possible, and her finger traced tingling shapes across the nape of my neck. Only when I felt the soft mounds of her breasts press into mine did I realise she had pulled me to my feet. Before her slender arm could encircle my waist I pushed her away.

She was smiling evilly at me.

“Fuck you!” I managed to breathlessly exclaim, but my whole body was flushed and quivering.

She leaned in again, and I found myself eagerly parting my lips. Instead she brought her mouth to my ear and whispered to me.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said. She grabbed my hand and pressed it into her crotch. I tried to pull it away, but then I felt the hot, fat tube under my fingers. I gasped, but didn’t move my hand. It was so thick and juicy, even through her dress. I traced its length all the way down to the bulbous head. It was big, bigger than anything I had ever felt, and it was only just beginning to harden. I could hear the blood pounding through my veins. I felt faint.

“We are going to go in that hotel across the street,” she said, her hot breath washing over my ear, “You are going to book a room. When we get inside, I am going to throw you on the bed and fuck you in the ass.”

“I will not be gentle. I will not go slowly. I will ream your tight little sphincter and you will beg for mercy. There will be none.”

“When I am done, I will grind my cock into your worthless face until I shoot. If, before then, you have not cum over and over like a pathetic whore, then you win the challenge.”

My hand was massaging her huge cock into hardness the whole time. Every wall, every defence I had built c

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