2 comments/ 15932 views/ 1 favorites A Reversal of Roles By: australwind He was used to calling the shots. He liked his women pliant and submissive... manipulable. It made the sex hotter and his orgasms more powerful when he took charge of the action...directing her to pleasure him in those particularly special ways he liked. He was very partial to holding her down roughly and ramming his cock home... whether it was her mouth, her pussy or her arse, didn't much matter to him as long as he could ram it in and ram it in hard! Sometimes it surprised him a little that she would take this treatment from him. But he wasn't really bothered as long as she came back for more. And she kept coming back. It seemed she wasn't averse to this rough handling; and while she kept coming, he would keep taking. He didn't feel the need to look elsewhere as her visits were frequent enough to keep him satisfied. A mate suggested to him one night that he might meet someone they knew for a drink or two as she was in the area and could do with some company after working in a strange town all day. Reluctantly he agreed to go off and meet this virtual stranger...after all what's a couple of drinks? It's not that much of a hassle and a bit of a chat with a new face might not be all that bad. A quick phone call to the number his friend had provided to set up a time and place...she sounded quite interesting. Calm and almost business like, but with a soft undertone in her voice that tickled at the back of his mind. What sort of woman was it that gave him, a complete stranger, her hotel address and room number? He was fascinated before he even laid eyes on her. "This is just a meet for a couple of drinks," he firmly reminded himself! "Keep her waiting a bit," he thought, "Make her wonder what she's getting into." He knocked on her door about 20 minutes after their appointed meeting time. There was no answer. He stood there puzzled, caught unawares that his ploy hadn't worked. Her voice came from behind him, startling him a little. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived, I hope you haven't been waiting long?" He turned to see just what this woman looked like. The overwhelming first impression was breasts. "My god" he thought, "They're huge!" She laughed throatily. She knew damn well where his eyes had first rested on her. Extending her hand, she introduced herself. "It so nice of you to keep a girl company when she's away from home; I'm Sue, nice to meet you, David." He took her hand and shook it, responding to her firm assured grip. She smiled warmly at him. "Come in and I'll get that bottle opened. I am really looking forward to a glass in someone's company for a change. It's been a long day and the chance to unwind with a friend that has nothing to do with work will be great." "Come in? She means for us to have drinks in her hotel room?" Thoughts were rushing through his mind that he was having trouble keeping up with. Surely she meant for them to go somewhere public? After all, he could be an "undesirable" who would take advantage of a woman alone in her hotel room! His cock stiffened slightly at the thought. He followed her in and was surprised that she shut the door firmly behind him and turned the key in the lock. She saw the look flash across his face. "Oh, I don't mean to lock you in, just force of habit when you're in strange places on your own all the time. I'll unlock it again if you'd be more comfortable?" "It's fine. Shall I get that bottle for you?" She was peeling away the foil on a bottle of Shiraz; two glasses stood on the bedside table and there was a waiter's friend to hand. "I'm ok with this, have to be, given I drink on my own most nights!" Sue replied with a grin, "They are even my glasses and opener. Never leave home without them." Her level of self assurance was even more apparent as she deftly removed the cork and poured them each a glass. He sat in the chair she indicated and took a sip of the wine. Before he was aware, the bottle was empty. Their talk had ranged widely, comfortably. She was articulate and funny, listened with what appeared to be genuine interest no matter the topic. When she reached over and touched his hand at one point an electric thrill pulsed through him. She looked at her watch and then at the empty bottle. "Do you think it's too late to open another? Or do you have to be somewhere else tonight?" He had thought he would have been with her for perhaps an hour, maybe an hour and a half and had planned to get something to eat after he had left her. "Rather than another bottle, what about something to eat? I'm starved; it's been a long time since lunch. We could pop down to the hotel restaurant if you would like?" She smiled at him and reached for the phone, opening up the room service directory. She ordered a light meal for them both and asked for it be sent up straight away. Her efficiency, her decisiveness, the fact she had not consulted him as to his preference; it confounded him. He was so used to being the one to do this, it was a little unnerving yet strangely thrilling to him. "Now, can I interest you in more wine?" Sue asked as the cork popped out of a second bottle. He nodded, thinking he would have to start watching how much he was drinking otherwise he wouldn't be able to drive home. A knock at the door indicated their meals had arrived. Sue signed for the meals, took the tray and closed and relocked the door behind the attendant. "I hope a steak and salad is okay?" she asked. "How did you know?" He smiled at her. Their talk slowed as they ate their dinners, but the silences were comfortable and he found himself thinking about what this woman would be like in bed. It was a big bed and it had been sitting there, a silent invitation all the way through their evening together. Her jacket was tossed carelessly over its foot, spread pulled back to reveal a couple of pillows it appeared she had rested against sometime before his arrival. Their plates emptied, they both pushed back their chairs from the small hotel table. He stretched out his legs and accidentally brushed against her. She made no move to break the touch, just took another sip from her glass looking at him over its rim. "I'm not keeping you from anything else, am I?" she asked, a slight smile curling at the corners of her mouth. "Not at all," he replied. "I'm just a little surprised I'm still here. I wasn't expecting dinner as well." "What were you expecting?" A wicked grin flashed at him, her tongue resting provocatively on her lips. "I don't know really" there was a trace of uncertainty in his voice. This woman unnerved him, she seemed to be able to get under his skin, catch him unawares. "I guess it wasn't this." He indicated the room, the empty plates, the discarded bottle. "I won't bite, you know." She giggled softly "not unless you ask me too!" He couldn't believe what he had just heard! The pressure on his leg increased slightly. She was definitely coming on to him. No, this was definitely NOT what he was expecting. He took another mouthful of his drink, trying rapidly to collect his thoughts. There was no doubt he wanted to explore what was hidden under that shirt... her breasts were begging for his attention all night, but he had tried to see past them. He was trying to remind himself that he was here doing a mate a favour when suddenly she stood up. "I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable, but I can't sit in those terrible chairs any longer. I have to lie down." She kicked off her shoes sat on the edge of the bed, placing her glass on the bedside table. She swung her legs up, fluffed up the pillows behind her head and lay back. She looked across at him, patted the bed beside her, and said "You can join me if you like." "I would like" he said, just a trifle shakily. He shed his shoes at the end of the bed, took off his jacket and together with hers, draped them over the nearby chair. He lay down beside her. "This is not the way I would usually spend the first time I meet someone; lying beside her on her bed in a hotel room." "How would you usually spend your first time with someone then? " The provocative tone in her voice and the mischievous gleam in her eye belied the innocence of her question. "Well to start off with, I think we'd be under the covers and out of our clothes!" He hoped she would not take offence at that remark. Her throaty laugh suggested that she was not in the least perturbed. She leaned nearer to him and gave him a quick kiss on the tip of nose and at the same time, a playful slap to his cheek. "You're a cheeky lad, but you're probably right!" She leaned back against the pillows, her breasts jutting towards him inviting him to touch. "Think you should start by taking the top layer off." What? Shocked by the suddenness of her request, it took him a second or two to process the idea she was telling him to remove her clothes. He fumbled a little with the buttons on her shirt, all thumbs at the thought of what the shirt concealed. The last button undone, he folded her shirt back to reveal her breasts, her cream bra, the smooth skin of her stomach. A small sigh escaped her lips. "David?" she whispered "Yes?" His gaze was drawn to the soft rise and fall of her mounds as she breathed his name. "I want you to take my bra off...I want to feel your mouth on my nipples. " His breath caught in his throat as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. He slid it and her shirt off her shoulders to reveal her full luscious mounds, pink nipples standing hard. "Now, David, suck them now!" The tone of demand in her voice sent a shiver down his spine. Obediently he sucked first one, then the other into his mouth. Her back arched up forcing her breast against his mouth and small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. His tongue flicked and swirled around her hard nipple as she pressed harder against him. "Harder, David! Suck them harder!" Her fingers curled into his hair holding him tight against her chest. "Oh my god! They're aching so much, pinch the other one, David. Pinch it!" He reached out to take her left nipple between his fingers...rolling it and twisting it a little as he continued to suck and nibble on her right. She was writhing and squirming under his attentions, the pleasure clearly visible on her face. "Ooooohhh, I needed that so much. Keep sucking, babe, it feels so good...make it hard. Don't be frightened of hurting me." He felt her hands reach for his belt, and struggle with the unfamiliar buckle. He moved to help her but a low growl told him he should not stop his suckling and nipping of her breasts. Finally she had the buckle open, followed quickly by the top button of his jeans and then the zipper slid open. He felt her fingertips brush against his hardened cock tip smearing the drip of precum that had oozed forth. "Time for more clothes off, I think." She whispered as she drew his lips away from her breasts and kissed him hungrily. "Take them off a piece at a time." He took her hand and drew her up from the bed onto her feet. He took the clasp from her hair and allowed it to fall about her shoulders, glinting red in the lamplight. He ran his hands slowly and gently down her chest, pausing momentarily to pinch her nipples firmly as she had asked. Next at the waistband of her suit, he found the button and zipper and undid them both, sliding the garment over her hips and allowing it to fall in a puddle around her ankles. She stood before him just clad in her black panties. Abruptly she took a step back, a teasing look on her face. "I want you to take off my panties without using your hands. Use your teeth." His already stiff cock throbbed at the thought as her knelt at her feet. The smell of her moist pussy was so close, so tantalising, as he steadied her hips, his teeth finding the edge of her lacy knickers. Fighting the urge to press his face into her sweet folds, he slowly dragged her knickers down her legs with his teeth, his lips brushing her silky skin. He released them and she stepped daintily out of them, brushing against his kneeling form. He moved as if to stand but her hand on his shoulder brought him up short. He looked up at her thinking to himself, "what am I waiting for, why don't I just get on with it?" He wanted to hear what she wanted him to do next, it was almost like he craved her dominance, her orders. All he wanted was to please her. This feeling was very foreign to him. She shifted a little, spreading her legs apart. He glimpsed a shiny wetness, the scent of her juicy pussy teasing at him. "Finger me... slide your fingers into me." He didn't need to be asked twice! One hand around her backside, drawing her towards him, he slid the other between her legs into her crack. Gliding over her folds gently, exploring, seeking out all her essential points; his fingers wet from her juices. She rocked forward to meet him as he skimmed her opening, pressing gently up into her. Almost impatiently, she pressed against him. "More. Give me more fingers not just one." Spreading her a little wider, he slid two fingers into her hot canal. She sighed and ground against the heel of his hand. Suddenly she stepped back from him and laid herself back on the bed, her knees wide. "I said I wanted more...I won't break. Try four." Four? He had never shoved his hand into anyone like that. None of the women he had been with would cope without pain with anything more than three of his thick fingers. His cock was rock hard, he had to shed his jeans before he strangled! Standing quickly, he divested himself of the rest of his clothes. His cock throbbed, head red with lust, eye gleaming with beads of precum. He knelt on the bed between her opened legs, her pussy inviting his invasion. Stroking her inner thighs, he slid his fingers up and down her folds, brushing her clit, bringing shivers from her. Her need was obvious as she pressed and arched up against his hand as her teased at her opening. He pushed two fingers into her, curling against her and pressing the heel of his hand against her clit. She shuddered and arched again. Pumping in and out of her he slid a third finger into her, eliciting a growl of pleasure. "Give me four, babe. I want your hand shoved hard into me!" Four fingers slamming into her... it was so intense, watching her react and thrust against his hand, he almost came himself. His cock was dripping, his balls throbbing, his breath rasping, as he pumped his hand into her. He was unprepared to hear her ask him to finger her rosebud as well...his cock jerked as he pressed a finger against her puckered hole. She relaxed to allow his finger to enter her. Feeling his own hand pumping her pussy rubbing against his finger, he felt her tighten as a massive orgasm surged through her, her breath sobbing as she jerked against him. "Oh god, babe, fuck me...fuck me hard now." As he buried himself in her to the hilt in one stroke, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Perhaps it wasn't all that bad, not being the boss all the time. © 2005 Australwind This story is a gift for a friend...and was "tweaked" with the help of another. Thank you both for your input! A Reversal of Roles Ch. 02 Continuing the story of David and Sue... A pleasant vibration in his pocket alerted David he had received a message on his mobile phone. "It can wait," he thought, "if it was really important, they would have rung." His focus returned to the work at hand, all thoughts of the waiting message quickly forgotten. Hi, D. Sue here. Call me. "Fuck! Where did she spring from?" David looked at his phone in amazement. It had been three months since that long night in the hotel room. She had kept him going half the night, demanding he fuck her again and again. Her authoritarian manner teased him back each time her thought that there was no more to be had. He had almost crawled out of her room sometime in the early hours, facing a day's work he wasn't sure he'd stay awake for. She has phoned him later in the day to thank him for his company the previous evening, telling him she appreciated the chance to share a drink and meal with someone. She made no mention of their night of sex. He had not heard from her again until now. Thinking about that night caused a slight stirring in his cock.......she was a hot number all right and obviously liked her sex. "Nothing to be lost by giving her a call" he thought, as he pressed reply. The assertive tone of her answer had him instantly aware of his stiffening cock. What was it that this woman did to him? After three months of total silence, a simple "Sue Thatcher, speaking" had him salivating at the thought he might be able to see her again, forcefully finger her again as she had demanded of him. "David here, Sue. You called?" He tried so hard to sound nonchalant. "Probably sounded like an idiot!" he thought to himself. "Thanks for returning my call, David. Busy tonight?" A little taken aback her abruptness, he struggled to recall whether he had anything on. Was she back in town? He decided that if there was anything that he was meant to be doing, it was too bad. He was free for her if that's what she wanted! "Nothing that can't be postponed, Sue" he replied coolly. "Good!' She gave him her hotel name and room number, told him she would be there from 7.00pm and she would see him later. David stared at the silent phone in his hand. She had hung up before even ascertaining whether he would come or not. When he gathered his thoughts, he realised he was as hard as a rock. A glance at his watch told him he had enough time to get home and have a shower and change before he would need to be back in town at her hotel as she had ordered. A soft groan escaped his lips as he rubbed his hands down the front of his jeans. God, she made him horny! .................................................. The bathroom was filling with steam as he quickly shed his work clothes. Stepping under the water and letting the warmth soak in, he began to relax. It had been a tough week at work and the early starts combined with poor sleep over the past few nights were taking their toll. As he lazily soaped himself up, his thoughts turned to Sue. There was an immediate stiffening in his groin as he recalled their night together. Not one to waste a chance for some pleasure he began to stroke his soapy cock, one hand cupping his balls. Leaning against the side of the shower, he let his mind replay their encounter. His clearest memory of that night was her instruction to ream her out with his fingers....he remembered her gasps and sighs of delight as he twisted and turned his four fingers in her, his thumb planted firmly in her hole. Sliding his hand up and his pole, his thoughts turned to what she might want of him tonight. Would she want his sex with him? Would she want him to ream her again? Maybe she might tell him to use his whole hand in her cunt? His cock jerked and throbbed at that idea, his balls tightened as his foamy hand worked harder and faster. He had never fisted anyone. What a hot prospect! He groaned as cum spurted hot and ropey over his hand. Breathing hard, he steadied himself, letting the hot water flow over him sluicing the suds and semen from his body. He had best get moving, she wouldn't want to be kept waiting. ........................................... A few minutes to seven saw him standing outside her door. Finding the hotel had been easier than he thought and the manager had just smiled and pointed him to the lift when he had asked for directions to her room. She opened the door smartly at his knock, a polite smile on her face changed to one of pleasure when she saw that it was he. "Come in, David. I was hoping you would be free tonight; just let me get my jacket and we'll get going." "Going? Going where?" he wondered. This was something unexpected. He had thought that tonight would be more or less a repeat of their first encounter; drinks, a meal in the room and then more hot sex. He gave her an appraising glance as she shrugged into her jacket and picked up her bag and keys. Those firm breasts straining under her sweater were as outstanding as he had recalled. Neat tailored black pants and jacket to match, she looked almost severe, certainly "corporate". It was not a "look" that stirred him at all; he fancied his women in dresses or skirts. "I hope you don't mind, David, I have a dinner to attend tonight with some associates and their partners. I don't usually worry about taking anyone with me, but tonight I thought that having some company would be good." She smiled ruefully, "To tell you the truth, the idea of sitting there on my own with work the only topic of conversation unless you are interested in puking babies was just too much to contemplate!" He laughed. "I don't mind being your safety valve for the night as long as you don't expect me to be interested in puking babies either!" Sue closed the door behind them and they took the lift down to the hotel garage. He checked the impulse to walk to the driver's door. No one ever drove him anywhere! Again he found himself on the back foot, so used to being the one leading, controlling, directing; taking the subordinate role was so foreign to him. Dinner was at a restaurant about 15 minutes drive from the hotel. Sue had handled the car with the same clear decisiveness she had displayed on other occasions. The chat in the car had been casual and easy, old friends catching up. He spent some of the time sitting back and letting the conversation wash over him, watching her as she talked with her colleagues. All thoughts of an evening satisfying her carnal wants had dissipated. Suddenly the night was ending; there was talk of babysitters and distances to drive. As they walked back to the car, she brushed against his shoulder, a casual touch at best but one that evoked a sudden surge of desire in him. "Are you in a hurry to go home, David?" Sue asked, as they did up their seat belts. "I thought we might go for a drive and find a spot for a walk. I need to exercise a bit of this meal off, I think!" "There's a nice park not far from here that has a small lake in the centre. Would that fit the bill?" David was a little surprised she wanted to walk at this time of night but he was happy to stay with her a little longer. "Sounds fine. Navigate, will you?" She started the car and headed off in the direction he indicated. There was no conversation as they drove this time, just his quiet instructions where relevant. Sue pulled the call into the parking area and sought a place to park far from the road and the security lighting. She turned off the ignition and quickly got out of the car. "Right, my friend... take me for a walk around this lake of yours." She pulled him away from the car, locking the doors automatically behind her. David's eyes took a while to adjust to the gloom. He was grateful there was a moon as he sought the trail that led down to the lake. He took her hand and guided her over the rough ground onto the gravel path that meandered through patches of native scrub down towards the water. The sounds of the highway they had left were replaced by the noises of the night; the crunch of their shoes in the gravel, the occasional rustle in the undergrowth, the squawk of a night bird disturbed by their passing. It seemed as if they had been walking for some time when suddenly the bush beside the track gave way to an open expanse of ground leading to the shore of the lake. An involuntary gasp escaped from Sue as she first caught sight of the moonlit water. "This is rather beautiful, David.....not the sort of place you would expect to find in town." David laughed ruefully. "It's the romance of the moonlight that does it, you know! Its really rather ordinary when you see it in the cold hard light of day." He felt rather than saw her smile as she stood gazing out over the water. "Shall we continue?" he asked indicating the path around the lake's shore. She turned and held out her hand to him. "Lead on, sir. Find me a dry place where I can sit." Taking her hand, he started them both along the shore path in the direction of the small landing he knew to be short way around the lake's edge. His grasp on her hand loosened as they walked; he was about to reluctantly let it go when he felt her grip tighten on his. "Stop." He turned to her, puzzled at her sudden change of heart. Before he realised what she was doing, her body was pressed against his, her hands holding his face and her mouth reaching to his. Her kiss was hard, almost ferocious. He gasped as she released him. "Take me to this dry place of yours now." The landing wasn't far away and in no time, he had found the side path that led down to it. A cleared area in the bush at the base of the landing housed a timber picnic table with bench seats concreted into the ground and a rough fire pit. The landing itself was old timber with a broken railing on one side. Sue paused briefly, looked around the clearing, settled on the picnic table and started across toward it. Her jacket was quickly tossed across the top. David was intrigued at her actions, his body reacting to the memory of what her body felt like under his hands. He watched as she climbed up onto the table and sat on her jacket ... her shoes kicked off in the dirt. She held out her hand in his direction. "Come here now and take off my pants for me, David." There were no second thoughts in David's mind as he stepped quickly across to the table. His fingers sought the button and zipper. She raised her bottom off the table as he slid the pants over her hips. The light of the moon was sufficient for him to be more than aware she not wearing any knickers under those pants. She shivered involuntarily as the cool night air washed over her pale bare skin. "Hungry?" Her voice was almost a low growl, as she lay back a little and spread her legs wide. "Eat me, David." Her pussy was glistening in the light as he bent over her. He groaned as he caught the first waft of her aroma. Hungrily he pressed his lips against her mound, breathing her in at first. She rose to meet his mouth, her hand snaking around the back of his head. She pressed his face into her cunt. "Eat me! Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum, David." He did not need to be encouraged. She tasted delicious as his tongue probed into her. He flickered over her clit and plunged again. Licking and sucking her clit, stroking his tongue across her lips, he ate her as hard as he could manage. He was in no doubt when she came... her body convulsed and tightened; her juices flowed over his face, her fingers tangled in his hair forcing him against her throbbing pussy. He straightened up briefly to ease his back and caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. Startled, he stood still for a moment focussing on the darkened scrub. In the gloom, he discerned a figure standing motionless at the edge of the clearing. They were being watched. He leaned over Sue and whispered quietly in her ear, "We have company. There is someone watching us. Do you want to leave?" Her throaty laugh was not the response he expected. She sat up and began to take off her sweater. "Let's give him something to enjoy, shall we?" Her skin was milky white in the moonlight. "Suck me!" she ordered as she freed her breasts from their lacy bra. He grinned and bent to take her hardening nipples in his mouth. From where they were and in the poor light, they could not tell whether their watcher was a man or a woman. All David could think of was how hot it was to know that someone was watching him as he sucked and ate this naked, sexy woman in the park. His cock ached to be released from his pants. He remembered she liked to have her nipples pinched as he stroked and licked her. Pinching one firmly, he rolled his tongue around the other and nibbled it gently before sucking it in hard. She was writhing and moaning with his attentions to her breasts. He lowered himself to her hot cunt again, his mouth seeking her clit. He worked her breasts hard, pinching and twisting her nipples firmly. Again he bought her to a shuddering climax, made all the more intense by the knowledge they were 'under surveillance'. "Enough for now, David. Lets go back to the hotel." She sat up, collected her clothes and dressed quickly. A little taken aback by her abrupt halting of proceedings, he shrugged and helped her find her discarded shoes. The presence of the watcher had temporarily slipped his mind, but as they turned to leave the clearing, he wondered where the mysterious person had gone. He glanced over in the direction where he had first caught sight of the pale moonlit face, but there was no sign of anyone. They returned to the car quickly and were surprised to note another parked discreetly across from theirs in a shadowed area not evident on their arrival. He wondered had the car been there all along and not noticed by them when they had first pulled into the car park. There was no way he could know whether they had been followed there from the restaurant. Sue gave him little time to think further on the matter as she unlocked the car and settled into the drivers seat. She leaned across to him, and kissed him firmly. "I was getting a little cold out there. Somewhere a little warmer would be nice now, I think." Her hand found his crotch and squeezed his hard cock. He grinned to himself as she started the car. * There is more to this story, why don't you come back soon and find out what else happens to David and Sue.