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was still flush and my heart still racing. I couldn’t believe the predicament I had gotten myself into with this woman.
    Was I being at all smart? Had my hormones taken over? Or was she actually fulfilling some kind of need I never knew I had?
    When she opened the door, I realized that it was the latter. A flood of emotions welled up and before I even knew what I was doing, I fell to my knees and kissed the tops of her boots. She didn’t say a word, as if this were a daily occurrence. After I planted kisses on both of her patent leather boots, she merely said, "Enter," and I walked into her abode.
    As I got up and walked behind her, I thought of the instructions she had whispered to me in the club. Her mouth nearly pressed against my ear to push back the noise, her words had set my mind reeling. It was like looking at the solution to the toughest crossword puzzle you ever faced. Here she was, filling in all of the words I didn’t know, answering all of the questions, and unlocking the secret to the puzzle. In this case, the puzzle was me. She seemed to know me better than I knew myself, telling me things about me that I never thought anyone knew.
    She told me that she could tell that I was sexually submissive. A "subbie," she called me. She recalled my entire sexual history without me having to say a word to correct her. She said a few words, knowing that they would turn me on completely. It was if I was an instrument and she were playing me flawlessly.
    She gave me a condom and told me that it was the key to make it past her threshold. "I need you to go into the bathroom and find someone to make a deposit. You can’t fill this with your own cum, because I’ll know. I want you to go to the third stall and wait. Pretty soon you’ll find someone who will let you suck them off."
    She just about lost me right there. Though I had bisexual fantasies, I never acted on them. And I had never done anything so lascivious as she was suggesting...commanding.
    As she got up she said, "You know what you have to do."
    I sat there, stunned, for a long while. I knew that this was a turning point in my life. I also knew that it was something I had to do. Resolved, I walked into the bathroom.
    "Did it take you long to find a volunteer?" she asked as she sat down on her divan and motioned for me to kneel before her.
    "Surprisingly, no," I said.
    "Surprising to you, maybe," she said with a grin. "Stall three has a bit of a reputation. And you might soon, too." She laughed. "Now, show me my prize."
    I took the soiled condom out of my shirt pocket, tied neatly at the end.
    Without knowing where it came from, she took a large, serrated knife and cut the end off of the condom. "Now, open your mouth wide," she said. "Stick your tongue out far."
    As I did, she took the condom and squeezed out its still-warm contents onto my tongue. When she was satisfied with the amount, she leaned over and brought her face close to mine. I loved her scent. She touched her tongue to mine, tasting the cum.
    "Swallow," she said, her hand gently touching my throat, feeling my muscles work to down the load of cum on my tongue.
    Her touch made it all worthwhile, as I tasted the salty load, struggling to keep from gagging as I felt it slide down my throat.
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    ‘You can’t fill it with your own cum, because I’ll know,’ she had said. Those words wrapped themselves around the base of my brain, choking off all other thought. Of course, this was the first idea that crossed my mind—I had never done what she had proposed. I hadn’t seen another man’s cock since gym class in high school and I had certainly never touched one, much less put one in my mouth. But, the idea that this act would gain me admission into her world, it certainly seemed like an extremely costly but easy price to pay.
    Easy? What was I thinking?
    My mind was reeling as I sat in the third stall of the men’s room. This had to be the most dimly lit restroom I had ever been in over the course of