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Oral Values: Diminutive Dominatrix

By: Global Carol



(The Oral Values serial is comprised of independent chapters, yet I hope the reader will find they provide a satisfying tale alphabetically.)

Five years since the divorce and not one serious relationship, Ed mused over a late-night drink at the hotel bar. It was so late that few people were there and he wondered if he'd be closing the place down by himself.

Unlike the days of his youth when it seemed there was at least one girl at any college party who would buy his attempt at suave pick-up lines, he really hadn't had much sex in those ensuing years since the end of the marriage.

Of course, he'd gone out with a fair amount of women, but there were few with whom he felt interested enough to want to get into the sack. Most of the women he met were through his practice and they were patients. Dating them would be improper and unethical. The fewer others whom he met through work were usually psychologists also, and almost all married. The one or two who weren't were just not attractive to him.

There were a few sexual escapades during this fallow period, though, that were exceptions to this norm. It was, however, jarring for him to replay those thoughts in his mind. He knew he really needed to face those issues, but as they were at the core of his being, professionally, socially and morally, usually he was able to brush them from his thoughts.

Tonight though, the exhaustion from the day's travel and the alcohol combined to somehow break down mental barriers. While paying for his last drink, Ellie's face appeared before him out of the blue. He had not thought about her since their last get-together three years before. And that day was only the third day he'd ever spent with her. Those three days over the course of about a year, when he was honest with himself, did shake his foundations. He was never honest enough, though, to admit to himself the truth: Those experiences with Eleanor scared the shit out of him!

If he hadn't dropped that bottle of apple juice in that health food store around the corner from his office he would never have met her. In fact, he didn't really look at her even when he realized the juice had splashed on her jeans. The encounter would have just ended with his "Sorry."

"Sorry, my butt! You've completely soaked my pants. What are you going to do about it, you klutz?" she responded angrily.

Looking down at the diminutive young woman, staring at her somewhat enraged face closely for the first time he saw a beautiful pair of large brown eyes staring up at him. "These are my favorite jeans and I just took them out of the dryer, not less than fifteen minutes ago."

"I'm really sorry. I was reading the label and it just slipped out of my hand. Listen, let me pay for a new pair of jeans or at least your cleaning bill."

Relenting a bit, she said, "I guess that would be OK. It's just that you find a pair of jeans that fit you and they become a part of your being. Well, I don't expect you can appreciate that, but for women, especially ones like myself who can barely hit five-one - on a tall day! - jeans that fit are not easy to find."

Suddenly Ed realized that she was cute, tiny, maybe all of 95 pounds soaking wet and terribly cute. He also realized that she had stirred something inside of him that he'd never felt before, or at the very least, not for a long time. There was something so exciting and full of life about this woman that he could think of nothing but her deep brown eyes, her button nose and her warm, vibrant smile. She literally made him feel life in a new and very exciting way. And, for some very strange reason, perhaps the reason that someone takes in a stray cat hoping to make it tame and lovable, she felt an immediate connection to him also.

"So, Mr. Klutz, do you have a name?"

"Ed Thompson. And you are?"

"Eleanor Sloan," she replied, and then after a beat, and with a smile, "Ellie. And though you seem to have redeemed yourself by your moderately sincere apology, I still have very wet jeans that need to be washed to get some of this apple sediment out of them."

Ed offered to drop her off at her home a few blocks away and Ellie took him up on it. With the advent of a winter storm, and it being a late Friday afternoon, she invited him up for some dinner.

During her preparations the storm hit. They sipped wine while Ellie prepared dinner. Getting to know each other felt very comfortable.

Ellie was an art history student in her first year of graduate school. She'd had a few boyfriends as an undergraduate, but nothing serious. Then she took a couple of years off to travel around Europe, visiting museums, working odd jobs, and even picking grapes during the wine harvest. It had matured her and enriched her life immensely, though to the entire world she still looked like a kid.

This "look" only made her more appealing because when you spoke with her she came across as an adult, just in a young girl's body. It was almost everything most men could wish for. She had small, perky breasts, slim, boyish hips and almost no curves. Except for her terrific butt she really could almost past for a young woman or even a boy.

All of which belied her incredible and very surprising (given the outside of the package) sexuality - with a sex drive to match. When she discovered sex in high school it was about the most startling thing that ever happened in her young life. There was no turning back. She began having sex, lots and lots of sex. But she didn't once feel like a tramp or a slut. It was what she wanted, not what her partners wanted that was important. She controlled every sexual encounter, and by now she could write a sex therapy column. As Ellie liked to joke when giving her friends sex advice, "Take it from one who's fucked hundreds..." And it was no joke!

As they were finishing some hot spiced cider in front of the fireplace in her tiny one bedroom "servant's quarters" house, Ellie moved close to Ed, kissed him on the neck, and plainly asked "Would you like to fuck me?"

Taken aback by her directness, but not at disappointed by the thought, Ed leaned down and began to kiss her. Ellie kissed him back aggressively. She was completely focused on what she wanted, and for the moment it was Ed's tongue on her clitoris.

In less than a minute she had taken all her clothes off and was most of the way to removing Ed's. Ellie easily removed his trousers and shorts. Revealing a boner that was quite attractive, she thought, Ellie gave it a firm stroke or two, then one lingering, loving lick of the head and pushed Ed over onto the floor.

From her many encounters she knew how easy it was to get what she wanted. She'd long ago learned that men were a pushover for anything as long as it was before they came - or if they were hoping to come again.

Her nipples rigid and erect, she slid up his body and smacked her pussy down directly on Ed's mouth. "Lick my clit slowly, but with just enough pressure to make me scream," she told him. "I just need to get off a few times before we fuck, OK, Ed, please?" 

Ed was surprised, stimulated, and completely under her spell. Wanting more of her ministrations, the ones that had happened so fast he'd hardly had time to actually feel them, he did as he was instructed. He pushed his tongue up between her lips, already quite wet with anticipation, and slowly, very slowly applied pressure to and then eased it back on her clit. He did the same thing again and Ellie let out a low, almost feral cry. Knowing her own body so well, she knew exactly where to place her crotch so it would be just where his waiting tongue would be. Why make it hard, she'd always figured, for a guy to get to the goods? Women who played hard to get were something she never got. Men had the equipment to compliment her own. What was the problem? Nike's old ad campaign always rang true for her. "Just do it."

Wanting to get his, Ed figured he'd give her some tongue love and then he'd fuck her brains out. Never one to experiment often, he knew that women liked oral sex, but it was something he could take or leave. He just wanted to get it in between her legs.

They continued together for ten or fifteen minutes, Ed slowly increasing the pressure and speed on her clit, adding some of his college moves that seemed to work. He used a finger or two to rub the outside of her vagina, slipping one in and out for a bit and then stopping. Giving it a break and then starting again.

Ellie was getting exactly where she wanted to go. Ed was good at tonguing her, she thought. This guy might be invited back for more, but the big test was a long way off. For now, let's just see where it goes. Concentrating on her little climaxes helped to make them into bigger ones. Ed's wet tongue was causing the exact desired effect. As she began to come bigger and bigger, she knew she was getting close to the really large one she needed right now.

Suddenly Ed's tongue on her clit moved just off its mark and, for the moment at least, her series of ever larger orgasms was halted, quite unceremoniously! And Ellie was pissed.

At that moment a circuit connected in her brain and it was as though she were a female Jekyll and Hyde. She almost leapt off poor Edward and came down with her very wet pussy an inch above his erect cock, straining towards the ceiling.

Intending to tease him within an inch of his life, ever so slowly, she pushed her cunt down on Ed's cock. He was still reeling from her sudden rejection of his tongue, having no clue that he had done anything wrong.

Her glistening lips were slightly pushed apart and she permitted about half the length of his cockhead to reach inside her and then stopped. Ed could feel the blood pulsing through his cock and felt a strong need to push inside her. Not knowing what was going on, and feeling that he had done a commendable job at licking her, he was confused, somewhat drunk and just wanted to fuck.

Eleanor could sense Ed's rhythm and with each of his thrusts, she moved just as he did so that his now frustrated cock never was able to actually enter her. She just continued to let his head be teased by his thrusts, never permitting him entry.

With the alcohol was coursing through his brain, Ed could not figure this out. He would push up and at the same time she would move up just as far and at the same tempo. Ellie was working her voodoo to get even, to keep him frustrated so that he would get a chance to feel her frustration at not getting off. If pressed, she couldn't exactly explain why she was doing it. It was just a way to get even with him so that he'd never cause her to be frustrated again. After all, she figured, she could have called up any number of willing men to help her get her rocks off tonight. She didn't need some oaf making her feel that her choice of the evening's entertainment was a poor one.

Ed was getting more and more frustrated, but didn't know how to make it better. Ellie was the first woman he'd been with who'd seemed to be able to control him in this passive-aggressive way. His frustration, in fact, was fueling his excitement and with each successive thrust he felt more and more arousal and desire. He really needed his cock to connect to something, and her warm, wet, excitingly tight pussy was the goal for the moment.

Ellie could feel Ed getting frustrated to the point of no return and shifted her weight a little. She pushed down just a little on his rock-hard cock and Ed felt like he would come in just a few strokes. Just a few more strokes and he'd be there. He thrust up again. Then again. His cock just about ready to spew its load into her - even with the lack of deep penetration he had always desired and experienced. And then Ellie surprised him again.

She quickly jumped off his cock and wrapped one hand around the base, tightly, so tight in fact that she hoped to retard his orgasm. Her intent was to continue to play with him, to tease and frustrate him.

It was too bad that she misjudged exactly how frustrated Ed was at the moment. The solid feeling of something hard at the base of his erection pushed Ed over the edge, even though his cock was exposed to the air, no pussy enclosing it nor mouth wrapped around it. With Ellie's hand tight on the base of his cock Ed erupted.

This was the first time Ed had had what he could only regard as a hand-job since - he didn't even remember when. Nevertheless, he found the release he needed and sat up slightly to see Ellie kneeling at his hips, her right hand around the base of his rod, her flushed face staring down at the first spurt of his orgasm.

Ellie saw it, but couldn't believe it. It was the largest shot of cum she'd ever seen. She was sure that a half a cup of semen had shot up to the ceiling, only to fall back onto his stomach as the second shot did the same thing. Watching this almost auto-erotic event, feeling each of the pulses rocketing under her hand, caused her to do something she'd never thought possible: she came. Her clit be damned! Here was a veritable font of sperm and it was shooting completely under her control.

She'd never really liked the taste of cum, but she enjoyed its feel and its sliminess. She'd swallowed enough of it, though, but more because she enjoyed the act of sucking a cock (with one hand rubbing her own clitoris) than a desire for a mouthful of cum. For now though she was coming on her own, just watching her partner's amazing display of cock ammunition. She had counted now seven large shots and he showed no sign of slowing down. With each ejaculation she felt her own pussy contract and her whole body shiver at the excitement of watching it.

By shot number nine Ed began to slow down, but by now he had almost completely covered his chest and stomach and much of the bed in a layer of white, wet, weighty wads of man juice. Ellie continued to stare, cum, and revel in Ed's orgasm.

Finally, his cock had given up seemingly all of its juice. Ellie, though not that enamored of cum, needed to at least have a taste. She leaned forward and slowly pulled up on his cock bringing the cum still in his shaft to the head. She swooped down and lovingly licked the little droplets of cum that had risen to the head.

The vision of his toned chest and stomach covered in semen was so exciting that she reached over with both hands and began slowly to rub it into his skin. She loved the feel of the slime between her fingers and on his warm skin. The feeling excited her and she took some of the cum and rubbed it on her breasts, first on each nipple and then rubbing the surrounding areoles, arousing her even more.

For his part Ed was just going with the flow. His orgasm surprised him as he hadn't actually seen his own orgasm in quite some number of years. The feeling of Ellie rubbing the cum on his chest and stomach, scooping down to his cock and balls to get more of the engaging fluids excited him. He started to consider that the act itself, while exciting, was bordering on aberrant behavior, but quickly put the thought aside as Eleanor's ministrations began to excite him again. He began to feel even more excited than he was before Ellie had jumped off him. His cock was almost crying out for more of her touch, but the teasing way she unconsciously and irregularly reached down for more cum was such a turn on he just about couldn't stand it.

As Ellie kept rubbing the cum into her breasts she reached one hand between her legs and continued the same motions around her clitoris. As her own excitement was growing, she noticed his cock was as rock hard as it was before, adding to her own arousal. She leaned over to the Edward's other side where some additional globs of semen were sitting on the sheets, quickly scooped them up with her free hand, slathered them on her chest and, plopped her body on top of Edward's, perfectly aiming so that his cock rammed itself deeply into her cunt.

"Shove that fucker in harder and deeper," she cried.

"Holy fuck," he responded, aroused by both the smell of his own cum, the female aromas emanating from her cunt, and the sweet smell of her perspiration and perfume. "I've never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I do right this second."

Cramming as much of his cock as her petit body would permit he just kept shoving, in and out, in and out, helping by her abundance of vaginal secretions. Starting at a comfortable pace and slowly increasing it, the in and out motion caused the desired effect. In less than ten minutes he was ready to cum and so was his partner. She at first was both excited and slightly pained by his cock bumping up against her cervix. Though now that she had moved down ever so slightly, he grabbed her tight ass cheeks and was ramming her to that point just before it caused her the slight twinge of pain.

Ellie was in heaven. Ed's cock was, at this moment, just the tool she wanted. It excited her to remember teasing him before and she was amazed at the quantity of his cum. And the power of it. Now, though, all she could think about was the piston firing up and down inside of her.

Soon she began to cum, slowly at first, while he was thrusting in and out. She knew that she would need him to stop if she was to have her "really big one," but that concern ebbed suddenly.

Ed grabbed onto her butt so hard she was sure he'd leave an indentation, pulled out almost falling out of her slick cunt lips, and then thrust in for his own climax. She was sure she could feel the first shot of his voluminous orgasm shoot deep inside her. This was exactly what she needed to have to push her over the edge. The two of them came together like a couple of old pros. Each was in his and her own world. Neither really was thinking about the other. Each felt the orgasm hit and focused on nothing but the feeling, the moment, the release.

The semen kept shooting. Eleanor kept coming. Ed kept coming. Ellie's body went still, but remained as taut as a watch-spring. With each shot of cum that spewed from Ed's bottomless reservoir, Ellie felt another crest wash over her. The sweet sweat from her loins and from her chest and even from her lower back enhanced the feeling of being awash in liquid sex, melting into the semen rubbing between their bodies, compounded with Ed's own new emissions.

Eventually his cock's activity began to diminish as Ed finally relaxed, his cock still firm, but not as much as a minute before. Soon, the heat was too much, and as each of them realized how much they had just cum and how exhausted they were, Ellie rolled off him. She gave his chest one rub and then collapsed flat on her back next to him.

What a night that was for Edward Thompson. He went somewhere sexually where he'd never gone before. Very curious for Ed, he was never able to even talk about it with Eleanor. Twenty minutes later the two of them awoke. Ed went to the bathroom to pee and clean up and by the time he'd returned Ellie, sitting in a robe by the fireplace, had changed the bedding. She smiled at him and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, but it seemed clear to him that that was it. Ed really wanted to discuss his confusion: the somewhat gross, but very exciting cum play. Yet, he didn't feel comfortable with Ellie, as if talking about sex was off limits.

What a night it was. Ten minutes later he was in his car, on his way home, thinking about the evening. Here it was years later and he was remembering the evening again with joy, arousal, and confusion about, in short, his life and his life's work. What could he do to get those memories out of his brain? How could he justify those thoughts and the excitement of Ellie? What a night it was, indeed.

(Continued)