He Couldn’t Help it- Chapter 2 Part 1

Chapter 2 Part 1

He went by Will. She found him on tinder. Their first date was normal enough, drinks and a comedy show downtown. She eyed him from across the small round table. The inexperienced eye might think it was just two attractive people on an innocent date. A closer look, however, could detect the glint in her eye. She was sniffing out and tracking down her prey. 

He needed to be the right kind. Manly enough to make them feel emasculated, large enough to make them feel small, strong enough to make them feel weak. All of this combined with the willingness to serve. So far she was pleased, he was tall, broad shouldered, his strong jawline led to a mass of curly black hair. He played rugby in college, almost played professionally, but injured his knee. She could tell he was attracted to her strength, but would he fit her purpose?

At the end of the night their bellies hurt from laughing, she tilted her head to the side and said candidly,

“Let’s get out of here,” He agreed, she took his hand and lead him towards the door. He stepped ahead and opened it for her as they walked out. She smiled as she looked behind her. he met her gaze without hesitation. 

“My lady,” he said, with a mock formal gesture of the hand. They giggled and the cool night air hit her face. She knew he was looking at her ass as he followed. 

– Every joke has a hint of truth- she thought. She was pretty sure the next time he called her that it would not be in jest.

“Why don’t we go back to your place?” she suggested, taking his arm as they approached the crosswalk. She could feel the bulge of his bicep.

“I like the way you think,” He said leaning into the street to flag down a cab. The inside of the cab smelled like old leather and cigarettes from the 80’s. It was warm inside and his jacket was laid across his lap. She wasn’t about to wait until they go to his house to verify that he was bull material. She sat in the middle seat and leaned up against him. She knew her low cut shirt provided him with a perfect view of her ample cleavage. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“How do you feel about trying new things?” He closed his eyes and she could see the hair on his neck raise. 

“I am all game,” he replied in a low growl. 

She started nibbling his ear and he turned his head to kiss her. His lips were full and wet as he slipped his tongue in her mouth. She crept her hand under his jacket. 

-Moment of truth- her hands felt along the ridges of his pants until she felt his hard cock underneath. -excellent, no anxiety issues- She started from where she could feel the base and ran her fingers up the length. 6.. 7… 8 inches at least. The corners of her mouth widened as she ran her tongue up and down his. Her other hand snaked up his face and she pulled his hair, biting his lip.

“Feisty girl,” he said pulling away slightly with a raised eyebrow, “I like it.”

“Oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg,” she smiled, opening his mouth again with hers.

 -score.- she gave herself a mental high five. It was going to be all gravy from here.

His apartment was bland. Ikea furniture littered the living room, giving it a modern minimalist look. 

“My housemates out of town” he said, “so we have the whole place to ourselves.” His arm swept the empty space in front of him. “Would you like a drink?’

She wanted to rip the buttons off his shirt, straddle him on the couch, and tell him that he was going to get his dick sucked hard, but etiquette ruled. She would take a glass of wine. She sauntered over to the couch as he poured and followed her. 

“Want to play a game?” she said, swirling the wine.

“Sure” he said.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” she proposed. 

“I like the sound of that” He scooted closer to her and she put her feet up on his lap.

“OK, I’m going first …truth or dare” she said. 

“I’m going to be boring and say …truth,” He smiled, “though something tells me the truth might be more dangerous with you,” He leaned closer brushing his lips against her neck.

“You are very perceptive.” She squealed and leaned her head and shoulder towards him to get her neck out of range. 

“Have you ever had your dick sucked by another man?”

He went by Will. She found him on tinder. Their first date: drinks and a comedy show. She eyed him from across the small round table. The inexperienced eye might think it was just two attractive people on a perfectly normal date. However, if you examined closely you would detect a glint in her eye, the forward predatory posture as she looked over the rim of her wine glass. She was sniffing out and tracking down her prey. 

Not the prey you might think. There was nothing “normal” about what she wanted from him. She was going to use him for a very special task. He needed to be the right kind. Manly enough to make them feel emasculated, large enough to make them feel small, strong enough to make them feel weak. All of this combined with the willingness to serve. When she met him at the door she was pleased, he was tall, broad shouldered, strong jawline leading to a mass of curly black hair. He played rugby in college. He could have played professionally if not for a rogue ACL tear in his third year. He had kept himself quite fit, now with rock climbing and running. She could tell from the moment he looked her up and down he was attracted to her strength as well. What man wouldn’t be. Could he be useful?

At the end of the night their bellies hurt from laughing, she tilted her head to the side and suggested,

“Let’s get out of here?” It was a question but there was nothing inquisitive about it. He seemed relieved to not have to be the one to say it. She took his hand and lead him towards the door. He stepped ahead and opened it for her as they walked out. 

“My lady,” Will said, with a mock formal gesture of the hand. They giggled and the cool night air hit her face. She could feel his burning gaze on the back of her thighs as he followed her out. She felt a shiver down her spine. Even as a joke, his gesture of service made a rush of heat surge between her legs. Images of his naked cock being licked by one of her slaves flashed through her mind.

“Why don’t we go back to your place?” she said, taking his arm as they approached the crosswalk. Her long fingers curled around his biceps. She could feel the bulk of the muscle under his shirt.

“I like the way you think,” He said leaning into the street to flag down a cab. The inside of the cab smelled like old leather and cigarettes. It was warm inside and his jacket was laid across his lap. Well, she wasn’t about to wait until they go to his house to verify that he was bull material. She sat in the middle seat and leaned up against him. She knew her low cut shirt provided him with a perfect view of her ample cleavage. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“I have a personal question for you, Will” She knew he could feel her warm breath, ”How do you feel about trying new things?” He closed his eyes and she could see the hair on his neck raise. 

“You mean like hymalian food or like skydiving?” he replied with a teasing grin. 

“Not quite,” She started nibbling his ear and he turned his head to kiss her. His lips were full and wet as he slipped his tongue in her mouth. She twisted her body to press against him and crept her hand under his jacket. 

-Moment of truth-……. Her hands slid along the ridges of his pants until she felt his very hard cock underneath. -excellent, no anxiety issues so far- She started from where she could feel the base and ran her fingers up the length. 6.. 7… 8 inches at least. The corners of her mouth widened as she ran her tongue up and down his. Her other hand snaked up his face and she pulled his hair, biting his lip.

“Feisty girl,” he said pulling away slightly with a raised eyebrow, “I like it.” he bit her neck making goosebumps run down her arms.

“Oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg,” she smiled, opening his mouth again with hers.

 -score.- she gave herself a mental high five. She had a great feeling about this one.

His apartment was bland. Ikea furniture littered the living room, with that modern minimalist bachelor look. 

“My roommate’s out of town” he said, “so we have the whole place to ourselves.” His arm swept the empty space in front of him. “Would you like a drink?’

She did not want a drink. She wanted to rip the buttons off his shirt, straddle him on the couch, and tell him that he was going to get his dick sucked hard, but she contained her impulse. She would take a glass of wine. She sauntered over to the couch as he poured and followed her. 

“Want to play a game?” she said, swirling the wine.

“Sure” he said.

“Truth or dare,” she proposed. 

“I like the sound of that” He scooted closer to her and she put her feet up on his lap.

“OK, I’m going first …truth or dare” she said. 

“I’m going to be boring and say …truth,” He smiled, “though something tells me the truth might be more dangerous with you,” He leaned closer brushing his lips against the back of her ear.

“You are very perceptive.” She squealed and leaned her head and shoulder towards him to get her ear out of range. 

“Have you ever had your dick sucked by another man?”


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