Seduction, love and submission: Episode 1 (Series)
Seduction, love and submission: Episode 1 (Series)
Ambitious and well trained, I had, at the price of countless interviews and an almost vindictive tenacity, joined the ranks of M. a prestigious firm specialized in strategic analysis.
Those first years had been frightening, with their procession of sleepless nights, shortened weekends to analyze and deconstruct industries I knew nothing about, but one learned quickly.
The picture of my personal life was the negative reflection of my professional life, empty!
Although the era was not yet one of triumphant minorities, differences were accepted, especially in my American firm, where, in the absence of otherness, personality was respected.
Why do I say this?
I say this because I, Marianne, have always loved women, ever since I felt the desire.
My family and friends knew it, I had little qualms about admitting it very early. My parents, benevolent, had accepted my "difference" without much difficulty, even though they might have had other plans for my love life.
One morning that summer, a young trainee showed up; daughter of the friend of one of our associates, Leyla joined the small battalion of those we were going to "martyr" for a few months. Don't get me wrong, there are many of them who want to put an internship at M. on their resume, no matter what the cost.
Leyla was one of them. Dark-haired, small and distinguished, Leyla's large shaded eyes, like her first name, indicated her Iranian origins. Born in the 80s, I had not witnessed the Islamic revolution in Iran, at least not in the media. I knew later that her father, an influential and moderate politician, had to flee with his family for fear of being assassinated by the extremists in power.
She had just turned 18, I was 29. I was never a predator, nor did I have a taste for very young girls. I did however have the ability to be seductive and at first sight I knew that Leyla was the one I wanted.
As a professional, I had been taught never to mix work and sex life and if I had this rule well in mind, I decided to accommodate this situation by a smoky intellectual and "legal" construction: a trainee was not an employee.
Our open-space offices allowed me to glance frequently at Leyla; these glances did not escape her and as the days went by, these same glances crossed more and more often.
As a senior, I invited her for a late night drink after work, knowing that she could not refuse.
I had chosen a bar close to our workplace, but it was not one where we could meet in the evenings between young recruits.
It was there, of course, that Leyla told me about her story, about her family fleeing a country she had never known. Raised in France in the best high schools, she too had studied well like the rest of her siblings.
Very quickly, trust and connivance were established between us and although it was late, we chatted about our lives, about hers to come.
"Do you like this job at M.? It's hard, isn't it?
-You know, I chose it and I worked very hard to get in. It's true that outside the office, you don't have many hours to yourself but that's the way it is, I won't spend my life there.
- It sounds exciting, but I'm not sure I want to make all those sacrifices, even though it pays very well, I guess.
- It's true that you get paid a lot, it's also true that you pay a lot.
- How are you doing with your, uh, personal life?"
Leyla had taken the lead and I thought it best to be sincere.
"To be honest, my personal life is a bit of a desert at the moment. I accompanied my words with a comical pout of despair that made her smile.
"Don't you have a boyfriend or a sexfriend?"
"In my case you would have to add an "e" to boyfriend and friend, but no I don't."
Leyla suddenly felt embarrassed and I saw her blush at my words
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be indiscreet!
-You're not, and I hope that doesn't shock you. Do you?
-Of course I'm not shocked; I have a friend but nothing serious.
I gave him a look of envy that my confession made unequivocal. I had experience with women, and the look on his face in response was unmistakable.
"You've never had affairs with women?"
She hesitated, I saw her blush again, I found her so touching!
"Listen, yes, I've had them, once or twice in high school and in prep school. She had said this in a small voice; I put my hand on hers, which she did not withdraw.
It was late and the next day would be like the other days, very full! We had to get some sleep. I called a cab and offered to drop her off. She lived with her parents, on my way.
When she arrived, we exchanged an almost chaste kiss, I had put my mouth on the corner of her lips.
I was working on an important mission for a big client and the next few days I didn't get off my computer; apart from exchanging knowing glances, Leyla and I stayed chained to our desks until Saturday night.
We went out together, exhausted, like the first night, I took her home and proposed her a brunch the next day at my place. She had a little hesitation before answering yes.
"Tea or coffee?
-Both, she said, laughing.
-Then I'll wait for you around 1pm
The next morning I sent her addresses and codes before preparing pressed fruits, tea, and arranging what was necessary to sustenance.
I wore a short skirt and a low cut T-shirt, I had "forgotten" any underwear!
As we sat in the living room, our conversations began of course about our week, she asked me about my mission, I asked her about her feelings about her first weeks. Sitting across from her, I ostensibly but not excessively spread my legs; I knew that when her gaze turned to me, she wouldn't be able to miss the fact that I wasn't wearing panties.
At the moment when she put down her cup and raised her head, her confusion was obvious; she remained motionless, not knowing what attitude to adopt. I offered her a hand which she shook and with a movement invited her to come closer. She got up, me too and put for the first time my lips on hers; her mouth opened to welcome my tongue. Her kiss if it was still clumsy was not less impetuous. We mixed our tongues for a long time, our mouths and I took the initiative by sticking my basin against his and to rub me there. She answered my invitation, I felt her body sticking to me, I detached my hands of her size to caress her breasts wisely covered with a bra that I unhooked skilfully without her resisting. I lifted her top and me my T-shirt to feel our breasts one against the other; soft heat, our already stiffened nipples rubbed while our kiss lasted.
Even if I felt Leyla ready to offer herself, I didn't want to rush anything; leaning to her ear I whispered to her:
"Do you want to come in the room?
-Yes" she whispered
Our mouths unstuck, I pulled her by the hand. Lying still dressed, our kisses started again, I caressed her breasts, I had to take her hand to put it on mine, a gesture that she waited. Her caress was soft, not daring to linger on my nipples, her youth as her shyness slowed it down.
I knelt down, removed her top and then unzipped her skirt. She wore a white thong on her sex that I guessed unblemished. I made it slide accompanied by the pleasure to see it raising its buttocks to help my gesture. Once my clothes withdrawn, I lay down on her, intertwined our legs, I liked these preliminaries. Nothing more, I felt it could not retain it.
I went down slowly, by stages, kisses on her breasts, my mouth sucked her areolas, I made them roll between my lips while I observed her belly undulating. Arrived at her pubis, without me making a gesture, she folded her legs in a beautiful invitation.
I had forgotten, or almost, what was a sex of teenager; returned, by plunging my mouth in her pussy, my memories of young girl, the first feelings of the discovery of the intimacy of a woman. Ah, this taste, this cyprine which invaded each fold of her sex. The hemmed lips, the closed slit from where pointed a beautiful clitoris, the sex of Leyla unchained, my desires.
I licked her with passion but I quickly realized that this caress could be brief so much she was already excited; I slowed down the movements of my tongue and squatted above her face.
As liberated, she seized in her turn my sex; slightly raised, I made come and go my intimacy on her lips to then stick it to her mouth; her tongue traversed me slowly, patiently, penetrating me sometimes before returning on my button. I was also on the verge of exploding; I then resumed my ballet around her clit and it is when I felt this soft hardness under my tongue that I let her devour me. We had a wonderful and powerful orgasm at the same time.
Returned towards our respective mouths, we mixed our intimate fluids in a new kiss still avid but already tender.
My fingers penetrated her with softness, she was of course very tight, then walked lower; after a light start of surprise and perhaps of disapproval, I did not hear however a word, she let herself make and I explored her of my fingers, without haste, except that of the desire.
There also I had to take her hand to bring her to return my caress; she needed this "order". She inserted her fingers in my vagina, wanking me gently; even inexperienced, my wetness indicated my pleasure to her. Under my caresses while I searched her orifices, in her turn she emboldened herself towards my small hole where I felt her fingers turning with insistence. When I pushed my buttocks, she let herself go to penetrate me and me, I let myself go to cum again as to indicate to her that there was no taboo and much pleasure. I then accelerated the movement of my fingers to feel her also have an orgasm.
On a cloud, we were lying one against the other. I kept my hand on her sex in a gesture of possession.
"You know, Marianne, I don't think I've ever come this much!
-It makes me happy to hear you say that.
-And you, I know I'm a little clumsy and I don't have your experience.
-You make love very well, at least you make love to me very well my darling."
She lounged against me.
"Will you teach me other pleasures? You've done things to me that I didn't know and... well, nothing.
-I know what you're thinking! Yes, we will go further, much further.
-I think I would like to go further as you say.
For any answer, I invited her to follow me to lead her in front of a chest of drawers; I turned the key of one of the drawers, opened it. I turned the key of one of the drawers, opened it and found objects, instruments that I let her discover. She stared at the inside of my drawer and looked up at me.
"I,... I don't know about that, the dildos of course, I have a small one well hidden in my room but all these... instruments, do you use them?
-I use them but maybe they're not for you !
-Uh,... I don't know, it's a bit fast, are you a dominatrix ?
-It can happen to me indeed.
-And I would be your submissive?
-Only if you want to, you could be.
-When I caress myself, I sometimes get the urge, I've pinched my breasts and also...lower.
-Did you like that?
-It made me...it made me come...harder. Her sentence ended in a whisper.
-We'll talk about it again if you want.
-Yes, I want to, not today
-Not today. You're going to lick me again now.
-Oh yes!
I squatted over his mouth, opened my globes to offer him my little hole. His wet mouth passed over my groove from top to bottom and then lingered, I felt his tongue darting, curling. I let myself go for a long time to the caress of its mucous membranes.
Leyla applied herself, all to my pleasure and undoubtedly his. I leaned, raised her thighs to lavish her the same caress. She let herself make, her buttocks moved as for that I take them of attack, I inserted a finger in her anus and posed my mouth on her pussy. Mine put on hers, this new sixty-nine fills us again with happiness.
To be continued
A very nice evening !
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