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We met one sunny afternoon in Grand Army Plaza around the fountain. New York is a great place to be in early summer, and there is no more pleasant place to spend some leisure time than listening to the wonderful variety of music that is often provided free in the city's public places. I'm not sure if the music I had been listening to was calypso or what it was to be honest, but it was very pleasant and very professionally performed.

She sat down on the edge of the fountain just a few feet away from me. One of the joys of the city is people watching, and of course that most definitely includes girl watching, and I sure had my eye on her. Her attire wasn't the most stunning I'd ever seen by any means. To be honest, it was bordering on frumpy. Bermuda shorts that almost came to her knees and a plaid blouse of some rather indiscrimate type. Still, her body was of the general size and shape that appeals to me and her hair and face were attractive. Part of the attraction was the age I judged her to be. It's been my experience that, while young women can certainly provide some thrills from time to time, women in the 28 to 40 age range are generally more inclined to be able to "go the distance" with me, if you know what I mean. If you don't you will by the time you finish reading this story.

But I suppose, as is usually the case, it was her eyes and what I saw in them that turned the tide of my sexual interest in her. I have never really known if it is me or if it just the women, but somehow I can always spot the ones who are truly submissive. Nothing describes Soanyah more adequately than "truly submissive."

Frankly, I don't think she had ever thought of herself in those terms before. She'd been a good Catholic girl most of her life and a loyal wife prior to her divorce. Her husband wasn't the type who would encourage her to think of herself as a submissive slave slut.

"Nice" girls just don't think like that, you know. Oh, you don't know that? Well, welcome to the club. Some of the nicest girls I know think of themselves exactly like that. Soanyah is now one of those girls.

We chatted about the music and the city. I was a tourist and she a resident, and she was very cordial and polite. After talking for some time she agreed to have a drink with me in the Cafe Pierre, just up the street and conveniently in the hotel I was staying in. Before either of us was really aware of it we were having dinner together and she was agreeing to come up to my room for a while.

I had splurged on the room. I'd never been to New York before and I wanted to do it up right. The room was on the 34th floor and looked out over Central Park. We stood in front of the huge windows when the thunderstorm came up and watched the lightning adding excitement to the beauty of the lighted city skyline.

When I slid my arms around her waist and began to nuzzle her neck I could feel the submissiveness running through her body. It wasn't that she immediately surrendered and gave herself to me, but rather that it was electrifyingly obvious that in spite of the fact that we had just met, she wanted to give herself to me more than she could say. Women like Soanyah don't have to say a word to communicate that to the right man.

"I hope you don't..." she began trying to apologize for the passion she was feeling as if she were ashamed of her behavior.

"Hush. I know you, Soanyah. I don't think that you are a "loose" woman or that you do this with just anyone. I know you. Oh, I may not know everything there is to know about you yet. But I know who you are down deep inside. I understand what you're feeling, and I know how to respect your deepest desires. Just trust me."

"Somehow, although I don't understand it at all, I know that you do know me. I think you may even know me better than I know myself in some ways, and I'm irresistibly inclined to trust you and put myself totally at your mercy. Why is it that I feel this way?"

"I don't think you're ready to hear the answer yet, Soanyah. When you are, I'll know it. Let's just say for the moment that you also know me. You know that you can trust me and that you are safe with me. And you know that I can meet a need that you feel very deep inside you. Isn't that how you feel?"

"Yes! Don't talk anymore, just kiss me!" she sighed and fell into my arms once again.

As we kissed, our tongues waging battle with each other and our lips melting as they touched, my hands roamed over the back of the pretty woman's body. Her ass was taut and perfectly shaped, and seemed to me to be an especially sensitive area for her. I kneaded her cheeks with my hands and spread them, feeling her cunt lips being pulled open as I played with them. She wore no bra under the blouse, and while her breasts were no more than average in size they were still deliciously pressing into my chest and I could feel her nipples hardening as our passion grew.

Her lips left mine and began to travel down my neck. Her hands gently began to unbutton my shirt buttons and she kissed her way down my chest as she slid the material from my body. When she had removed my shirt her hands moved to my belt and she knelt in front of me as she lowered my pants and helped me step out of them. Clad only in my briefs I looked down at the now radiant girl in front of me who was smiling up at me and rubbing the front of my undershorts with her right hand. My cock was rock hard and was pressing tightly against the front of my shorts. Her hand caressed it and stroked it through the thin material as she began to kiss my thighs, teasing them with her wet tongue.

Her hands moved to the waistband of my last remaining piece of clothing, and in no time she had slid it off of me and had begun to examine my cock with delight. She held it gently with her hand and licked the head of it, cradling my balls in her other hand. Her tongue traveled the length of my shaft and caressed my balls before journeying back up once more to the now red and hot head of my excited fuck meat. Looking up into my eyes, her mouth opened and she began to slide my dick between her wet lips.

As with so many truly submissive women, cocksucking was not a chore for Soanyah. She had never felt freedom equal to her desire to suck thick dicks, and she relished the opportunity that was now hers. Her lips, tongue, cheeks and throat told me of her delight, and my balls told me of their joy in pleasing her. In almost no time they were spewing a huge stream of white hot fuck juice into her hungry mouth through the blood engorged cock on which she so passionately sucked. The expression on her face as her mouth and throat was coated with sperm was one of joy with no hint whatsoever of distaste of any kind. I knew that if I were to be with her a hundred nights in addition to this one that she would gladly take my cum any time I requested it of her.

When she had taken all the cum I had to give her, I pulled her to her feet and began exposing her body to myself. I unbuttoned her blouse and held it open, staring at the lovely swell of her bosom and the pouty way her nipples stood out from them. Slowly I bent my head down as I held her blouse open and licked at her right nipple with my tongue, delighted as she gasped with enjoyment at the feel of my caress. Removing my mouth from her breast I continued to hold her blouse open with one hand and with the right hand took that same nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to apply pressure slowly to it. I watched her eyes as I did so and found her staring back into them. I continued to pinch harder and harder, watching her face for direction. What I saw was continually growing passion as the pressure I exerted increased. Even when I was pinching as hard as I was able to pinch and had begun to twist and turn her nipple and to pull it toward me away from her chest she still stared deeply into my eyes and smoldered with passion so deep that it amazed me. I released that nipple and went through the same process with the other nipple with the same effect. My fascination with her nipples and the growing heat in her shorts soon became more than she could bear.

"Take me! I've never been this hot before. Please make love to me. I can't wait another minute.... Please!!" she said hotly.

"Yes, but you will have to wait until I am ready, Soanyah," I said, matter-of-factly. "You'll get hotter still. You like to be hot to fuck, don't you?"

"You just make me hotter when you say things like that to me. Do it now. I'll be good, honest. I'll do it anyway you like. Just do it to me," she moaned.

"You'll do what, Soanyah?" I teased.

"What do you mean? I'll do it. I'll make love to you."

"You mean you'll fuck me?"

"Yes, that's it, I guess. Yes, I'll do that. Pleeeeease!!"

"Say it, Soanyah. I want to hear you say it."

"Oh, don't make me do that. Just do it. I need it now!!"

My hand was now pressing her cunt through the shorts and I continued to pinch and pull at her right nipple with my right hand. I stared into her eyes deeply as I talked to her.

"I want to hear you say 'fuck', Soanyah," I teased. "I like to hear hot little women say 'fuck'...say it for me."

"Fuck. Yes, do it to me. Fuck me. Anything, just do it."