6 comments/ 12559 views/ 10 favorites Evolution of a Dominant Ch. 01 By: firsttouch10 "You can bite harder," purred Amelia. Zak and Amelia were parked in an elementary school parking lot. After much making out, Amelia was sitting in the passenger seat, jeans around her ankles, shirt lifted to her neck and bra unhinged sufficiently to allow her eighteen-year old B/C cup sized breasts to escape. Amelia's left arm was pinned behind Zak's right arm leaving her sufficiently restrained. Zak, coming at her from the driver's seat, had his left hand in her panties, two fingers deep in her pussy and his right hand encircling her left breast. He had just bitten her nipple with enough force to cause sensation but not enough to hurt. Zak took his head away from her breast long enough to look at Amelia. He genuinely liked her. She was the right girl at the right time. Amelia was a late bloomer. She suffered with facial acne that had just cleared up revealing a pretty face. She had a shy, agreeable and pleasant personality. She was 5 foot 2 inches tall and played on the school soccer team which had created a slender body with only recently expanded breasts. Most importantly for Zak, she was consistently horny. Zak was about to find out she also enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure. "Are you sure?" asked Zak. Zak was a nice guy. But recently had been developing a bit of an edge that he couldn't quite understand. He had met Amelia at a soccer camp and they had hit it off. They went to different schools but by their senior year, the two eighteen year olds were enjoying each other. Zak loved sports. His slim six foot frame was just beginning to get layered with the muscles. He was an average student at a high level private school, but he had done very well on his standardized tests. He was lightly recruited and had chosen a good liberal arts school with a strong soccer program. Zak was a "floater" at school. He socialized with everyone and had few enemies. He was a captain of the soccer and lacrosse teams. He did not drink, smoke or do drugs. His one vice was sex and Amelia was right now fulfilling that need. "Yes, but only if it is OK with you," Amelia whispered. Amelia deferred to Zak on almost everything in their relationship, including sex. To directly ask Zak for something, especially of a sexual nature, was unusual. Amelia was turning Zak on in a different and new way. Instinctually, he decided to play with her a little. "Are you sure?" he said smiling. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and increased the pace of his finger fucking now rubbing her clit with his thumb. She only moaned, threw her head back and whispered, "Please." Zak slowly lowered his head and began biting down on her nipple with ever increasing force. The harder he bit, the more she moaned. Her typically wet pussy was now drenched. He lowered his head to her right breast, leaving his hand behind to pinch the sore nipple. He began biting with about the same force and she started to breathe quicker. His fingers were now flying in and out of her. In between the beautiful noises of a girl about to orgasm, Zak heard Amelia groaning "Harder,please. Harder." Zak increased the pressure of his jaw and when he felt he could bite no harder, Amelia came. Hard. As she came down from her orgasm, Zak spread her pussy lips with his second and fourth fingers and used his middle finger to rub her sensitive clit with ever decreasing pressure. He wanted to give her every ounce of pleasure from the orgasm. When Zak finally pulled his fingers away, she looked at him with an embarrassed look. "Did that turn you off?" she asked turning her head slightly away from him. Quite the opposite, thought Zak. It had set something off in his mind. He had liked, ... no, he had loved it. Something about his girl experiencing pleasure enhanced with pain had struck a cord. "Why don't you find out?" Zak asked. Amelia immediately took the clue and practically lunged for his belt. In less than 10 seconds she had his pants down and his cock in her mouth. She knew Zak did not like her to tease when she blew him. She got right to using her mouth on the full length of his cock with one hand following the mouth up and down the shaft and the other playing with his balls. Amelia loved to suck cock. She enjoyed the physical closeness to Zak and the emotional satisfaction of pleasing him. From experience, their best sex was when she got him off quickly and got him hard again. Amelia made sure to make eye contact and tried to push every button she knew. In less then two minutes, she felt his cum filling her mouth which she quickly swallowed. She pulled her mouth from his cock because she knew he was sensitive, but continued to milk him with her hands. She sat up and put her head against his chest while continuing to use her hands. "Did that turn you on as much as I think it did?" Zak asked. She nodded almost imperceptibly against his chest. They were both silent for a while and then Zak asked "Do you like it when I am rough with you?" The same nod. She doesn't just like it, Zak thought. She loves it. As she continued to stroke him, Zak looked down at her against his chest. This felt right. He had enjoyed being rough with her. He enjoyed being in control. He was a natural leader. He was confident. Watching and feeling Amelia experience an intense orgasm through his use of control, sexual stimulation and pain was intoxicating. He was so thankful for Amelia, a quiet, pleasant girl who had the courage to reveal her needs. He wanted to explore those needs a little further. AS she continued to stroke, Zak's 18 year old penis began to stir. Amelia focused her efforts, alternating between a hand job and a blow job. Soon Zak was rock hard. Zak pulled her head off of him and then using his hands on her shoulders guided her back to her seat. He slowly turned her so she was facing the seat. Zak slid into the passenger seat. Amelia now got the clue and allowed his body to slide in so they were facing each other. Amelia quickly shed her jeans, shirt and bra and sat on his lap facing him. She reached one hand in front of her to spread her pussy lips and used her other hand to guide his cock into her. This front seat face to face position was a favorite of theirs and was how they first had sex. But both had a sense this time would be a little different. Amelia began rhythmically rising and dropping her pussy onto Zak's cock. As her pace increased and her skin began to flush, Zak took control. He reached his left hand behind her head and grabbed her hair pulling her head back. Her hands fell to either side of the seat to keep her balance and her hips sank onto Zak's lap. Zak leaned forward and whispered in her ear "Don't you dare stop fucking." Amelia immediately began moving again despite the tension on her hair. She was using her hands on the sides of the seat to leverage her pace leaving him a great view of her bouncing breasts. He reached his right hand up slapped hard on her left breast landing solidly on her upper breast and nipple. Amelia was not expecting this. She instinctively raised a hand to protect her breast. However, she just as quickly dropped her hand back down. She bit her lip and exhaled slowly all the while bouncing up and down as quickly as possible. Realizing she was tiring, Zak commanded "Grind me baby." She stopped bouncing and begin to push her hips into his pelvis. This was enough to give her clit friction at the same time causing enough movement for his cock to go in and out of her a couple of inches. Zak slapped her again. This time on her right breast. Amelia was more prepared and seemed to absorb the blow and internalize it. Zak thought that her mind was in another space, a very good space. Zak then slapped her ass cheek. Amelia was now moaning on every strike. Zak stopped slapping only long enough to roughly pinch her nipples. Amelia was getting close. Zak used his left hand to grab the hair on top of her head and used his right hand to pull the release on the seat. The seat back fell about 45 degree. Using her hair, Zak pulled Amelia right to his chest, His cock still deep in her. His mouth was now right to her ear and he said "Put your hands up against the roof and slide your pussy to the top of my cock. Do not move your hands." Zak released her hair and her hands shot to the roof. She slowly lifted her hips until Zak was barely still in her and paused. Zak had a beautiful view. He could reach her breasts and began pinching her nipples. She pleaded to him with her eyes. Zak began to slowly fuck her. The angle allowed him to hit her g spot with every stroke. Zak also began lightly slapping Amelia's now reddening chest. Each slap brought a moan. The harder the slap the louder the moan. Zak watched Amelia intently. When he felt she was close to the edge, he increased the intensity of the slaps and the speed of his hips. Amelia's body was on fire. Every sense tingled. "Please don't stop," she moaned over and over again. And then Amelia's body let go. It was an orgasm like she had never felt. Her body went into almost convulsion like spasms and she gushed liquid all over Zak's cock. The combination of the wetness and Amelia's orgasm were too much for Zak and came deep inside of Amelia. Amelia looked at Zak and asked "Can I move now?" When Zak nodded, she fell limply on top of him. As Amelia came down from her orgasm, she was quiet. She was slightly embarrassed about being exposing so much of herself and by the amount of fluid that had just come from her pussy. She slowly dismounted from Zak. Moving down to Zak's feet, she crammed her body in the space in front of the seat. She began licking her juices from the base of his cock and his balls while using the other hand to squeeze the remaining cum from him. Zak was uniquely satisfied. The feeling from making Amelia cum from rough sex was unrivaled. Normal sex was sustaining. This was joyous. As he watched her at his feet, lovingly lick up their mixed juices, he thought that this is the way sex should be. Amelia would have stayed at Zak's feet all night but Zak pulled her up and as if reading her mind, said "I loved that. Never be embarrassed about who you are or the sexual feelings you have". He smiled at her and said "Now that I really know what you like, you are in big trouble next time." Amelia hugged Zak pressing her now sore breasts against him. She couldn't wait for the next time. Evolution of a Dominant Ch. 02 Zak and Amelia enjoyed their continued teenage experimentation; albeit most of it restricted by the confines of a car. However, one night Amelia's parents were gone for the evening and Amelia invited Zak over. All summer Zak had been training in preparation for his upcoming college soccer season. He was in the best shape of his life. He was stronger and his "motor" seemed to last forever. With this fitness came an even higher level of confidence. Amelia sensed a change in Zak. He was always sure of himself. But now he was tuned into her feelings and doing the subtle things that she loved. A firm hand on her lower back as he guided her through a crowd. Asking her to bend over and stay bent over for an extra second when she would pick the ball out of the hole at mini-golf. While waiting in line at the grocery store, he would run his hand up the back of her scalp and give her hair a quick strong tug. He paid for everything and thanked her for her company. He was witty without being negative or sarcastic. Small and seemingly minor things to an outsider but these were pure gold to Amelia. When she called Zak, she knew that there would be nothing subtle about this evening. They both had been waiting for a chance to express themselves sexually. She saw his headlights pulling into the driveway and met him at the door with a big hug and deep kiss. Zak closed the door and smiled at her. It was a mischevious grin. She was in for it. And she couldn't wait. "Hey beautiful. Strip," Zak ordered. Amelia quickly removed her tank top, lace bra, tight shorts and a simple white cotton thong. Zak pointed to the bedroom and playfully slapped her tight ass as he followed behind her up the stairs. Amelia intentionally slowed down so he could get a smack each time she took a step. They were in her bedroom less than a minute after he arrived. "Get in the bed on your back sweetheart," Zak said. As she settled in, Zak put her arms above her head. Amelia's bed had slats in the headboard and Zak placed her hands between the slats and tenderly wrapped her fingers around them. "These hands don't move unless I say so. Understand?" said Zak. Amelia simply nodded. Zak then reached down spreading her legs wide and slightly bending them at the knees. Zak moved to the base of the bed. As he stripped, he devoured Amelia's full young firm breasts, erect nipples and already glistening pussy with his eyes. She was ripe and ready. He burned the sight of her into the hard drive of his mind. Normally Zak enjoyed foreplay. But this time he was taking what he wanted. He climbed between Amelia's legs, grabbed her calves and doubled Amelia's athletic and limber body over so that her ankles were now by her ears. He then slid his arms down her calves to the backsides of her knees and placed his hands on the bed using his biceps to pin her legs. Zak raised into a push up position with his hard-on poised directly above her stretched, moist and fully exposed pussy. Amelia expected Zak to slam hard into her but he surprised her by entering slowly. Zak methodically drilled his first stoke as deep as he could go eliciting small sexual sounds from Amelia. They usually had sex in the cramped quarters of the car which restricted both of them. There were no such confines on the bed and Zak wanted savor each moment. Zak began to increase the pace. From one stoke every five seconds, to one every four seconds, then one every three, once every two, once every second and then finally a strong piston like pace almost as fast and hard as he could go. He was now lifting his full body off the bed and then slamming it, frog style, directly onto her, focusing all his energy on his pelvis area. As the pace increased, Amelia's body responded. When Zak reached full speed, every thrust resulted in an an explosive mixture of pleasure and friction. In the comfort of her own bed, Amelia let her emotions free. She found her voice. A uniquely loud sexually savage sound emitted from Amelia on every downstroke. Zak wasn't slowing down and Amelia's release was imminent. As Zak was in an upstroke, Amelia practically screamed, "Can I cum?" Zak responded by slamming her pinned body with an even stronger hip motion eliciting another almost orgasmic scream. "Please let me cum,"Amelia yelled, She knew he heard him this time but Zak slammed her again. She knew the next one was the one. As Zak raised his pelvis up, he leaned over and whispered quietly in her ear "Cum" and slammed her again holding the down stroke and grinding his pelvis into hers. Amelia's orgasm started at her clit but quickly expanded into the rest of her body causing convulsions which would have been more pronounced had she not been pinned. Rather then slow down, Zak pounded Amelia even harder causing several after shocks. He was taking her to new heights. Amelia's orgasms were too much for Zak and he felt his own building. He pulled his cock from Amelia's now sopping pussy, released her legs and climbed up to where he was straddling her chest above her breasts. "Bring your hands to me." he said. Amelia released her grip on the headboard and reached towards Zak. He grabbed her wrists and put one arm under each one of his knees. He left enough slack in her arms so she could do what amounted to a crunch. Amelia's mouth was now inches from Zak's glistening cock. She lifted her head a little and opened her mouth knowing instinctively what he wanted. Instead, Zak reached one hand back between her legs, dipping his middle finger into her pussy and then bringing the finger to her lips so she could taste her own juices. She sucked at his finger hungrily. Zak then reached both of his hands behind her head lifting it up so it was level with his cock. Once again he began slowly. He was on top of the world. He took another mental picture of her mouth filled with his pussy juice covered cock. Picking up the pace he began to face fuck her. Amelia's head and mouth were immobilized. So she focused on creating as much pleasure with her tongue each time he entered her mouth. By the sounds he was making, Amelia knew her Zak was close. He took his hands of the back of her head and grabbed the hair on the top of her head with his left hand. His pulled his cock out of her mouth with his right hand kept it pointed at her face. His load landed first on her right eye, then her hair and then on her lips and chin. He tried to cover her entire face. Zak released her hair and moved his knees to allow Amelia to free her arms. She reached up and squeezed the last drops from him onto her chest. She smiled with her face still covered. "I don't know why, but I love it when you cum on my face." she said. Zak smiled back. "I do. You love it because you know it pleases me. You love being my slut." And she knew he was right. Unfortunately, Amelia and Zak didn't last. They continued to see each other but something was missing. Their "break up" was mutual and amicable. They went to lunch near the end of the summer and talked it out. Both intuitively realized that they were a sexual match but they were too young. Ironically, Amelia and Zak went to the same college and both played soccer. During the freshman training camp Amelia met Zak in his dorm room and they fucked passionately. She told Zak that she would be sexually available to him anytime he wanted for the next 4 years. Zak took advantage of the offer a couple of times, but Amelia got a boyfriend who Zak liked and the sexual relationship quietly ended. Zak made his way through college with a variety of mediocre vanilla sexual encounters, a couple of pretty hot three ways and an occasional willing soccer groupie. But nothing smoking hot or appropriately submissive. Zak would use these encounters to hone his sexual skills. In addition to developing his physical abilities, Zak worked on learning the inner workings of a woman's mind. Zak learned that many women put on strong fronts often using the word "perfect" in describing their socially acceptable relationships. But in their heart of hearts, they didn't want the perfect nice guy. They wanted a man to "man up" and take control of a situation. They wanted a man who would to take them places mentally and physically where they were afraid to go on their own. Zak made an effort to identify these M&M girls (hard shell covering a softer inside). If he could spot these girls and then narrow them even further to those who had a submissive streak, he would have his target demographic. Zak also focused his physical criteria. He liked a stronger rougher sexual relationship and would nicely but quickly eliminate those who weren't enthusiastically on board. He liked thinner, fit, attractive women. Breast size wasn't important to him. He liked long legs, pretty faces and toned bodies. Zak was beginning to formulate a dream of how he wanted his life to be and his optimal sexual situation. To reach his dream, Zak knew he was going to need to be financially sound (but not always chasing the next dollar) and strong in mind and body. As his college days grew to close, Zak had choices. His parents offered to pay for graduate school. They would give him a small stipend through the end of graduate school and then he was 100% on his own. Although they had the financial ability, his parents were not going to spoil him with untempered discretionary funds. Giving Zak a head start by leaving school without debt was the best gift they could give him. Zak was greatly appreciative of his family and knew that they had given him a gift that few others had. He was not going to waste it. His family had a background in medicine and the law and his grades left him both options. He felt his mind and personality were better suited for law so he decided on law school. Summer of sex Zak was accepted to several law schools. He chose a Southern school because the weather was warm and he could be outside almost year round. Zak got an apartment in a large complex near the school. The location was known for housing mostly single people in their 20s. Zak quickly settled into a new life of classes, heavy study and staying fit. The women in his complex were amazing. Both in number and attractiveness. His confidence, looks, sexual appetite and growing ability to read women were a good match with his surroundings. The summer after his first year school, he slept with ten different women, each seemingly prettier than the next. There was the short haired brunette nursing student who was unbelievably horny but ruined everything when she talked. There was the blonde big breasted flight attendant who came by during her lay overs. There was the restaurant manager who gave great head but also exemplified "the nuttier the sluttier". It was like Zak was at an all you can eat buffet. Zak also knew that all of these woman were "catch and release". None of them were going to last past the summer. So, he tried new things. For one month, he worked on his technique for find and manipulating the g-spot. By the end of the month, if a girl was a "squirter", Zak was able to ignite the geyser. He went to a local adult store and bought rope, leather restraints and a few vibrators. He would practice tying different knots while he watched tv. He began tying the summer girls up. He tied the nurse to the four corners of his bed face up with a pillow under her ass. He took his time. He used his mouth, fingers and cock to get her really worked up. Zak made her beg for an orgasm and then made her cum so many times that she had to beg him to stop. He tied the flight attendant's hands together in front of her. He put her hair in a ponytail and had her face a mirrored closet door where he had placed a hook at the top. He hooked her hands above her head fucked her hard from behind while forcing her to watch herself in the mirror. He spanked her ass and pulled her ponytail whenever the mood struck him. In a tribute to Amelia, Zak had the restaurant manager lie on her back and he placed her ankles next to her ears and tied her to the headboard. Instead of immediately fucking her, he used his fingers and then a vibrator to get her close to orgasm. He would bring her to a plateau and then level her off without allowing her to climax. He continued to raise each plateau higher and higher without release. Finally, when she could get no higher, he plunged into her. He wanted to see if she would cum in less than five strokes. She did. All of these women were interested in Zak. He was different. He didn't drink, smoke or do drugs. He was safe. He was good looking and took care of himself. He was on his way to a professional career. But he also wasn't boring. He had an edge both spiritually and sexually. He could rock their world sexually one minute and then understand their feelings the next. But Zak learned that while these women were nice and bubbly in a social setting, and were willing to let him explore his sexuality with them, most of them were not very nice people. Most were more set on catching a man who could provide long term financial security rather than exploring their sexual limits. And none of them had the right combination of submissiveness, sexiness and a positive personality. Near the end of summer Zak's one year lease was up and he rented a condo in a gated complex not far from where he had been staying. It was a little more expensive but Zak had landed a clerkship over the summer which paid more than his stipend and he had saved that money. Shortly after moving in Zak met Ryan. Ryan lived in one of the condos and Ryan was same age as Zak. Ryan dropped out of his first year in college because his parents couldn't afford it and he wanted to make money. Ryan felt college was overrated and Zak thought he was probably right. Ryan had spent the last four years in sales traveling throughout the country and he was making good money. The first time they met, Ryan was showing Zak pictures of two girls in a 69 position at a batchelor party in Vegas. Ryan and Zak clicked. Ryan was also really funny. This was his gift and it served him well in sales. Zak and Ryan hung out together the rest of the summer and became good friends. Zak got through the second year of law school and landed a good clerkship with a medium size downtown law firm. His sexual appetite hadn't decreased and he still had a few girls he saw on semi-regular basis but nothing serious. Ryan, on the other hand, was in full on player mode. He had increased his sales was making more money than he could have imagined. And he was using that money to lure hot girls to his house on a regular basis. Ryan introduced Zak to Max. Max was alos in sales. Max was an ex-football player their same age who would walk into a room and all the girls would almost climg over each other trying to get to him. One night, Ryan, Zak and Max went to a local sports bar in the hottest new part of town. Ryan had been there often and said when there were no big games on television the bar had a nice male to female ratio. They settled into a small, high table in a corner near the bar. There were a lot of hotties but none that set off Zak's radar. Max went to prowl and Zak decided to play the role of Ryan's wing man for the night. Not that Ryan needed one. Ryan was "peacocking" with a purple tuxedo jacket with tails made out of sown together Crown Royal bags. He had also brought a backpack full of blow pop lollipops and scratch off lottery tickets. Ryan called it slut bait. Ryan went to the bar and ordered himself a crown and royal and Zak a bottled water. It took him 5 minutes to get back because everyone wanted pictures with the jacket. When he finally got sat back down at the table, Ryan began to pontificate. "A girl ranks you on a scale of 1 to 10 in the first seven seconds," Ryan said confidently. "7? Are you sure it isn't 6?" Zak said. Ryan ignored the sarcasm and kept going. "She also immediately puts you into one of four categories ... I'm going to fuck that guy, I might fuck that guy, I wouldn't fuck that guy but my friend might, and no way I am ever going to fuck that guy." "Can you get an upgrade? Like airline miles?" Zak asked. . "Sure can," Ryan said. "You can get a two point and one category upgrade if a girl wants to scam you." Zak was confused. "Scam me?" "Scam. S. C. A. M. Security. Commitment. Attention. Money." Ryan explained. "Security means you are potential boyfriend material until something better comes along. Commitment means you could be the perfect husband, two kids and white picket fence. Attention is if you are a rock star, athlete or reality show personality that will get her noticed for being with you. Money means you are rich or at least she thinks you are rich." Ryan turned to Zak. "Let's look at you, for example." "Do we have to?" Zak said. "You are an 8 and I might fuck him guy. But you got a little bit of everything in SCAM. The law student thing helps you out. So for a lot of girls you get the upgrade. And then with some girls you get the maximum score with that voodoo thing that you do to some of these broads. They act like they would run through a wall for you." Ryan took a drink of his Crown and continued. "Now Max is the 9 and 1/2 I want to fuck him category with almost every warm blooded American female. But god is a fair god. Max isn't horny like you and me. Imagine if he was like us. He would spread his seed far and wide. But all he wants is a blow job. Then he is all good. No fuss, no muss. But you and I, we have to work at it. For you and I, it is a whole production." On cue Max walked by arm and arm with the shot girl, by far the hottest girl in the place. Zak and Ryan shook their heads. "Alright, Mister I got it all figured out. What are you?" Zak asked. Ryan looked up. "Me? I'm a 7 to 7 and 1/2. But I'm the Avis of players. I try harder. ABC. Always be closing. My goal is to get those panties off. Panties are my purchase order. No sale is done until I have the purchase order in hand or no girl is closed until the panties are on the floor. ... Why do you think I learned to cook three and only three really good meals or have country music on my system at home? Some girls love a man to cook for them and some of these country girls melt with that music." Ryan continued. "But you, Zak, are like a hypnotist. If the right girl gets within 5 feet of you, they get swept into your world. They can't seem to resist you." Ryan paused and said "You know, I hate cooking and country music. But if it gets me the deal. ...." Ryan suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. Zak looked to where Ryan was staring and saw what made Ryan stop talking. A slutty looking twenty something blonde who had momentarily separated from her friends was waiting for the bartender to get her a drink. She was eminently fuckable and right in Ryan's wheel house. Ryan would sometimes describe his dates as "You would bang her, but you might not be happy about it." This was not one of those. She was more of a girl that was hot and in her prime but looked like she had to work hard at it. She had the potential of a drop in looks later in life. Ryan said he would catch these girls at their "52 week high", a stock market reference that seemed to fit. Ryan walked over and dove right in. He handed Ms. 52 week high a lottery ticket and said something that caused to her laugh. The hook was in. The night wound down and Max got his blowjob in the parking lot. Zak took Ryan and Ms Right Now home. Ryan invited Zak over saying, "Dude, she will fuck you too." Blondie nodded eagerly. Zak thought about the kind invitation but this was a 2 v. 1 with a girl that didn't fit his criteria and that wasn't what he was after. "Thanks but you two love birds go make some beautiful music." "You sure? She's up for it," said Ryan. Evolution of a Dominant Ch. 02 "I'm sure. Thanks for the offer. Go tear that up." Zak went home thinking he had a good life. Good place to live. He was in good shape. He had good friends. School was going fine. But there was still an itch that needed scratching. Bianca At the end of the summer, Zak decided to visit his younger brother Tim who was in college in California. On the flight out, he decided he was comfortable on the path he was going. He would continue to buckle down on his studies and line up a job; hopefully with the firm he just clerked for. He could explore his needs further after school was done. And then he met Bianca. He was outside of Tim's dorm waiting to go play basketball with his brother at the college gym. He looked over to the college's outdoor swimming pool and saw her. She was sunbathing alone face down on a towel and had taken of her top. She was stunning. Long thin strong legs. A perfect ass covered in the thinnest of fabrics. A brunette with reddish tints in her long hair that had been tied into French braids. Zak's brother was late as always but now Zak didn't care. Soon she slipped her top back on and stood up to start gathering her things. She was tall, about 5"9" and looked to weigh 120 pounds. She had a flat tan stomach and champagne glass sized breasts with prominent nipples showing through the bikini top. Her braids framed an attractive face. She gathered her stuff, put on a willowy partially see through cover up and began moving towards the building. She looked and walked like a model. Her path took her right past Zak. When she passed and glanced at him, Zak saw she had remarkable deep green eyes. Zak held her gaze and she cast her eyes downward and dropped her head down a little. Zak was enjoying her ass as she was walking away when she suddenly stopped. She turned around and without looking at him said in such a low voice that he could barely hear, "I am sorry to bother you, but are you Tim's brother?" Her tone, her bowed head, the volume of her voice and the slight lack of confidence gave Zak a sense that, in addition to being beautiful, she was submissive. He decided to test his theory. "What?" he said. She came closer with her eyes still not meeting his. "Are you Tim's brother?" Zak walked towards her and stopped a few feet short. He paused a second and said "How do you know Tim?" "He is in a couple of my classes and he told me that his brother who is school was coming to visit him. You look a little like Tim and I thought ..." she said trailing off. "I'm Zak" he said holding out his hand. "I'm Bianca" she said reaching out and lightly shaking his hand. Her fingers were long and thin. Zak sensed she wanted to ask him something but she was still uncomfortable. He also felt that most guys would be making small talk with her by now because she was so beautiful. They probably said or did something stupid. So, Zak let moment linger until she spoke. "I am interested school and your brother said you might be willing to talk to me about it," she said hesitantly. "Sure," said Zak. "Just name the place and time." "How about 2 this afternoon at the main cafeteria?" she asked. "Sounds good. See you then." She turned and walked away, her ass swaying with each step. Zak needed to remember to thank his brother for the reference. 2:00 arrived and Zak was waiting in the cafeteria when Bianca came in. She was wearing a short black skirt that showed off her tanned legs perfectly. Her top was a loose fitting green t-shirt that she had tied off slightly above the waist offering just a glimpse of skin. The shirt complimented her eyes. When she saw Zak, those eyes lit up in recognition. They got their food and sat down. Once again, Zak let Bianca speak first. "Thanks for meeting me," she started. "I'm trying to figure things out and your brother said you would be a good person to talk to." "No problem," said Zak. "I'm here to help. What makes you think you want to go to law school?" "I want to get involved in helping the environment and thought I could use a legal career to save a tree. You know, the whole California tree hugger thing," Bianca said. As she spoke, there was a sparkle in her eye. A positive, pure and almost naive sense of energy flowed from her. Zak sensed she was one of the good ones. A kind decent caring person. "I think I know what you need," said Zak. "But it would help to get to know a little bit more about you." Bianca looked at Zak. He was so confident. She knew from his brother that he was smart and a good athlete. She knew he was school and that he didn't have a girl friend. These were all attractive characteristics. But there was something else. Something that made her want to please him. Something that told her he would keep her safe. "I'm 20. I went to a liberal private high school that was more like a commune than a school," she said. "How about your social situation?" Zak asked. "I dated a guy for three years and just broke up with him about six months ago," she replied. "Why did you break up?" Zak asked. "He was my first real boyfriend and played in a band. We loved each other but I realized I was doing everything for him. Laundry, the bills, cooking, cleaning, you name it. I began to get resentful, our physical relationship suffered," she paused and Zak saw she was blushing a little "and so I broke it off." "Are you dating now?" Zak asked. "I'm date some. But nothing serious. Most of the guys want a second date but I'm not ready for anything resembling a relationship." As she finished her sentence, she looked up to see Zak's reaction. She told this to all the guys she dated so as not to get their hopes up. The guys would inevitably change their approach to Bianca. They would become discouraged or desperate. But not Zak. "That's good. You are too young to settle down. You should go out into the world and explore. A beautiful girl like you with your positive attitude could accomplish anything." Zak said meaning every word. Who was this guy? thought Bianca. She initially found him attractive or she wouldn't have said anything when she was leaving the pool. But his personality and attitude were amazing. He seemed to know exactly what to say. She needed to get to know him better. Much better if she had anything to do with it. "How long are you here?" Bianca asked. "2 more days." Zak said. "Do you have time for a walk?" Bianca asked. "I am supposed to take a picture of a certain type of flower for one of my classes and as you can see we have lots of forest around here." As they walked through a cool trees near the school, Zak knew that Bianca was attracted to him. So, he began to test some of the things he had been working on. He would put out his arm for her to hold when they were going down a steep hill. He stopped her and brushed a small insect from her hair letting his hand fall and linger on her face. Bianca had started the walk with nervous chatter which soon slowed to a comfortable silence. As they were crossing a small wooden bridge over a swiftly running creek, Zak decided to take a chance. He grabbed her left arm with his right hand and turned her against the bridge railing facing him. He pressed up against her body. and looked into her eyes. Zak saw no resistance. "You just got quiet," he said. "You want me to kiss you, don't you?" "Yes," she said quietly. "Then ask me". She paused. She looked into his eyes and said "Please kiss me." Zak reached up to her face with both hands, gently cupping her cheeks and gently kissed her. He let the kiss linger and she kissed back with a slight apprehension. When he broke off the kiss, she said "Who are you?" He kissed her again. This time she responded by sinking her tongue into his mouth and rubbing her body against his. "I see you have a naughty side," said Zak. Zak wanted to take her then and there. He imagined her on her knees unzipping his shorts. But he was learning patience. "Do you want to head back?" Bianca asked. "I don't have another class today and I can show you my room." "Sure" said Zak. This was going to be fun. When they got to the room, it was clear to both of them what was going to happen. Bianca closed and locked the door and simply said "My roommates may come back from class, so we may need to be a little quiet." Bianca expected Zak to pounce on her, like the three other guys she had slept with. Instead he pulled out a chair, sat down facing her. He said in a firmly but calmly, "Take off your clothes. Slowly." Without a word, Bianca slipped off her shoes. She unzipped the back of her skirt lowering it slowly. When the top of the skirt was below her thighs, she turned away from him and bent over thinking Zak may like this view better. She continued methodically lowering the skirt revealing a small pink thong. Bianca's ass was flawless. Tight and smooth. She turned back around, untied the bottom of the shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. She was wearing a matching pink push up bra which giving her just the right amount of cleavage. "Keep going?" she teased. Ryan looked at her with a bemused look as if to say are you kidding me. "Just asking" she smiled. She had bra with a front clasp which she slowly unhooked. Her breasts came free and were nice but her nipples were magnificent. Perfectly placed, longer than usual and now fully erect. She ran her hands over her breasts brushing the nipples. A shudder ran through her body. She loved their sensitivity. She reached down and slowly removed her panties, using the same technique as her skirt. Her neatly trimmed bush surrounded beautiful puffy and now moist pussy lips. She turned and stood before him naked. Bianca was gorgeous. Victoria Secret model georgeous. Long legs. Narrow waist. Flawless tan skin. Her face had full lips, a small nose and those amazing eyes. Her flowing long wavy brown hair framed her face and reached almost to her breasts. Her expression was a mix of shyness and desire. He sensed Bianca was not completely confident in her looks. But she was beyond anything Zak could have imagined. "Pinch your nipples," said Zak still sitting. Bianca did as she was told. She closed her eyes as desire washed over her body. "Open your eyes and look at me while you do that." Zak said in a strong voice. She quickly opened her eyes, looking straight at him. She continued to pinch her nipples alternating between using her thumb and middle finger and using her second and middle finger like a pair of chop sticks. "Pinch them harder" said Zak. Bianca responded by putting more pressure on her nipples. They now felt like they were directly connected to her clit. She had never put this much pressure on her own nipples. She could feel the passion building. As if reading her mind, Zak said, "Use one hand to play with yourself and leave the other pinching your nipples. Don't take your eyes off me and do NOT cum without my permission." Bianca immediately reached down and began rubbing her clit with her fingers. She was now soaking wet. All her shyness was now gone and her eyes were locked onto his. She wanted to please him. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to make him happy. And after another minute of using her fingers, she wanted to cum. She was so close. "Stop" said Zak. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me. ... Keep your head close to the ground, arch your back and keep your ass in the air." She did just as he asked. Zak was playing it cool on the outside but almost came out of his skin as he watched her crawl towards him. "Eyes on me," he reminded her. She crawled right to his feet and then sat up on her knees letting her butt fall back against her calves. She pushed her chest out while maintaining perfect posture. Zak smiled at Bianca who smiled back. "Having fun?" Zak asked. "You bet. Can't wait to see what's next." "Let's see what I am dealing with here." Zak said playfully. "Put your hands behind your back grabbing each wrist with the opposite hand." Bianca quickly complied. "Now spread your knees" Bianca did as she was told fully exposing her now needy pussy. Zak leaned forward and kissed her both hands holding her face just like they had on the bridge. He then reached down and using both hands began to play with her breasts. Softly at first and then increasingly rougher. He squeezed and pinched her nipples watching her face and eyes for clues as to what was too hard and what wasn't hard enough. Bianca's breath became ragged. What he was doing was working. She wanted Zak to let her show him that she could please him. But she also didn't want him to stop. Zak decided to test her a little more. While holding her nipple firmly with one hand, he reached his other around and pulled her hair causing her head to fall slightly back. She was surprised and before she could fully adjust, Zak released her nipple and slapped her breast. The combination caused her to involuntarily let out a guttural noise. It was a sound of surprise followed by a moan. Not a moan of pain but of desire. Zak released enough of the hair so she could raise her head enough to see him. "Again?" Zak asked. "Yes, please," Bianca whispered. "Beg me," Zak said testing her further. "Please pull my hair and slap my tits." Bianca said. She couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth but before she could think any further, Zak pulled her hair again and began alternating slaps to her breasts. He would alternate right, left, high and low stopping only to roughly squeeze her nipples. She was on fire. Sensing she needed release, Zak would occasionally stop the slaps and reach down and play with her pussy. At first he would play with her engorged and readily available clit. Then he alternated between thrusting one, two and three fingers into her pussy. She humped his fingers as if she was in heat, but he could tell she responded most favorably to the direct clitoral stimulation. When Zak had taken her as high as possible, he asked "What would you like?" "I want to cum," she replied. Zak increased the speed of middle finger over the tip of clit and said slowly, "Then ... you ... have .... my ... permiss..." And before he could finish, her body seemed to snap. It tensed for a split second and then released. The energy exploded from her body. She groaned almost as if in pain. But she kept her hands held behind her back, her knees spread and Zak still had her hair. It was the most beautiful thing Zak had ever witnessed. It struck at his core. It was immensely fulfilling that he could bring this much pleasure to such a beautiful girl. Now it was time to get his. He let go off her hair and told her she could release her arms. He stood up so his waist was head high to Bianca. "Are good at giving head?" Zak asked. "I like to do it. But I haven't had much practice recently." Bianca responded. "Show me what you got," said Zak. She quickly took down his pants and was met with a stiff nice sized cock. She had been with one guy who was much bigger but he had hurt her trying to pump and dump. The jerk had hurtfully told her that her pussy was too tight. Hopefully Zak would like her tight pussy. She reached out with her right hand and slowly began to pump his cock. With her left hand, she reached underneath running her fingers from behind his balls, over his balls and then to the base of his cock. She worked both hands in unison alternating speed and pressure. It was Zak's turn to be surprised. Bianca's hand job was far and away the best he had experienced. Her long thin fingers tipped with medium length nails were strong and knowledgeable. Normally, he would have plunged into her mouth within a minute. But this was too good. From time to time, he would look down at her. She was always looking up at him, gauging which speeds and pressure he liked the best. When she incorporated a twisting motion on his cock and lightly squeezed his balls, she could tell she had hit his sweet spot. Zak wanted it to last forever but her lips beckoned. Zak put his hand softly on the back of her head. She got the hint, opened her mouth and slowly took in his cock. She continued the hand job while trying to take more of his cock on each stroke. Zak had staying power but she could tell he wouldn't last much longer. Bianca increased the pace of her mouth and hands until he started to buck his hips. Then he came. And came. She swallowed and kept swallowing but it seemed to keep coming. She tried to take it all but some dripped down the front of her lower lip. "Sorry" she said looking up at Zak. "I tried but couldn't get it it all." "You are forgiven. This time," said Zak jokingly. From experience, Zak knew he would be ready again in about ten minutes. So, he took Bianca over to the bed, had her lay down on her stomach and began massaging her body from scalp to toe. Zak knew this was purely vanilla move but he wanted to see and feel all of her naked body. After about five minutes and seeing her relaxed, he decided to test her a little more. "Put your ass in the air, arch your back and keep your elbows and head on the bed." When she complied, he ran his hands over her lower back, butt and upper thighs. Then he lifted his hand and spanked her. Bianca groaned. He did it again. Another groan. Zak could tell it wasn't the same as her breasts. In fact, she seemed to be only tolerating it. So, he tapered off and told her to turn over. He spent another five minutes rubbing every inch on the front of her body. Man she turned him on. Every angle revealed more of her beauty. Before long he was ready to go. She was also ready to go. But the massage had calmed her down and he sensed she wanted their first time to be softer. So Zak spread her legs and crawled between them. His cock was level with her still wet pussy and he slowly began to enter her. Bianca liked Zak. She felt secure and desired by him. He pierced through her shyness. He was sexually light years ahead of anything she had experienced and she was worried she would not be enough to please him. Zak had slowed down at just the right time. Bianca watched Zak crawl on top of her. He was about to be inside her for the first time and she wanted it to happen. Hopefully he would like the kiegel exercises she was doing. As Zak entered her, he could feel every part of her pussy. She was tight but not too tight. She felt like a perfectly fitting glove. And her pussy seemed to be suck him like a vacuum with each stroke. Was she doing that? he thought. As the pace increased, so did her breathing. Since he had just cum, he had all the staying power he would need. He worked her desire up slowly but expertly. When Zak sensed she might be getting close, he changed his position. Still in the missionary position, he sat up on his knees. While still inside of her, he reached down and put his arms underneath her knees. He lifted her legs up slightly causing her ass to come off the bed and impale him deeper into her. Bianca lifted her legs up so now her calves were against his chest and feet up by his shoulders. Zak now had leverage and was about to use it. He began to pound into her. He knew that this position hit most women's G spot and Bianca was no exception. His move was having its desired effect and by the look of confusion and passion on her face, Bianca was experiencing something new. He kept a steady but strong pace and watched her closely. When he knew she was on the edge, he went faster and harder. This time Zak got to watch Bianca's whole body climax. She was grabbing at the sheets flinging her head side to side while making incoherent sounds. Evolution of a Dominant Ch. 02 Zak knew that a g spot orgasm was inside the pussy versus a clitoral orgasm. He also knew that this type of orgasm lasts longer and often results in multiple orgasms if the right pace and depth are continued. So, Zak kept the pace and watched as Bianca experienced what he sensed was her first g spot multiple orgasm. When he knew there was nothing left, he slowly pulled out of her still hard. "What the fuck was that?" Bianca said after she had sufficiently recovered. "Whatsoever do you mean?" Zak smirked. "I have never felt anything like that. Ever. I didn't even know my body could do that. What did you just do?" "Ancient Chinese Secret," said Zak mimicking an old laundry detergent commercial. The wheels were turning in Bianca's head. He was still hard. How do I top that? she thought. She decided to let Zak decide."Well, Mr. Cocksman. As a reward for whatever it was you just did, I hereby allow you to fuck me any way you want for as long as you want," said Bianca. And once again, Zak threw her a curve. "What about your ass?" Zak asked. Zak really wasn't in the mood for anal sex. He did it mostly if that was what the girl wanted or as a power move. He was just testing her. Bianca had never allowed anyone to fuck her ass. But she wanted so badly to please Zak. Her desire to give him what he wanted overcame her fear. Barely. "If that would make you happy," she replied hesitantly. Zak knew the time was not right. "Let's save that for another time," he said. Bianca perked up. "So where do you want me?" she asked. "On the bed. On your stomach. Ass in the air" said Zak. As she climbed into bed, she looked over her shoulder at him and said sincerely,"Don't hold back. I can take it." Zak got onto the bed kneeling behind her and began to fuck her from behind. There would be nothing gentle about this one. He looked down at her nice shoulders, tapering down into a v shaped back leading to her heart shaped ass. "Give me your hair," he barked. She immediately swung her head so her long hair landed directly on her back. Zak reached down and grabbed it like a horse's mane. He rode her hard. She was still wet and getting wetter the harder he went. After a good three minutes, he released her hair. "Give me your wrists," he said now breathing heavy. She pulled her hands back allowing Zak to grab her just above her hands. This position caused her face to be buried in the bed. The only time her head would come off the sheets was when Zak pulled her arms so hard it pulled her face off the bed. Zak took Bianca at her word and held nothing back. She was now nothing but a beautiful vessel created solely for his pleasure. Bianca was getting wetter by the second and was making noises like she was close. But, unlike most of the time, Zak was not concerned about her pleasure. Zak let Bianca's wrists go and grabbed her hips for better leverage. Instead of putting her arms back below her, Bianca kept her head and face buried in the bed and put her hands palms down on the back of her head interlacing her fingers. This pseudo bondage position pushed Zak to the point of no return. He pulled out of her pussy and said "Come finish me off." Bianca jumped up, turned around and with Zak still kneeling, got into the same doggy style position with her face at his cock.She reached out and quickly took his cock in her mouth, massaging his balls and jacking him off. He exploded into her mouth. This time she was able to swallow the smaller load with ease. When she finished milking him she sat up, threw her arms in the air and said "Ta Daaa. The great Bianca was able to swallow every drop." Zak, thoroughly spent, said "Yes you did. You most certainly did." Alas, Bianca and Zak were not meant to be. The distance wasn't an issue as they saw each other quite often. They really liked each other. Alot. And they both were attracted to each other. Alot. But as their relationship progressed, Zak came to understand that Bianca and he were not the perfect match sexually. She gained pleasure from pleasing him. She would do anything he asked. She liked some of the rough sex play, especially with breasts and nipples. But when Zak introduced bondage into the mix, as much as both of them wanted it to happen, she just didn't enjoy it. She tried it to please him but he knew this wasn't for her. Zak understood he was at a crossroads in his life. He felt like he would never meet anyone else like Bianca. Zak briefly contemplated stuffing this side of his personality and try and make it work. But he knew that repressing a core part of who he was would never lead to a healthy relationship. He felt that, eventually, he would be resentful at not being able to express himself fully. Bianca would tell him that he knew what he was getting and she, in turn, would be mad at him. Their relationship could survive but never fully thrive. Zak knew it wouldn't be fair to either one of them. Zak and Bianca had developed a tremendous respect for each other and were open with their feelings. They discussed all of these issues. When they realized that they needed to be true to themselves, they mutually decided to end their relationship. Zak flew out to see Bianca one last time to say goodbye. They stayed in a hotel, joked, laughed, cried and had loving, caring sex one last time. As Zak flew home, he was conflicted. He had just walked away from a beautiful woman who wanted nothing more than make him happy. But he knew he needed something more than what she could give. He wanted a true submissive. A true lover of bondage and discipline. Amelia had planted the seed. Bianca had watered it. His evolution was continuing. He hoped he was making the right decision because he was giving up something pretty special.