Conquered - part I by sensualrider Carmen uses sex to conquer him While I was working on my masters program I met Carmen. Carmen was a couple of years younger and dating a pro football player. She was heavier and taller than I by about fifteen pounds and a couple of inches. She was very athletic. Very strong lower body (from rowing crew and wrestling in high school) big legs, arm and tits all of which were very firm. In clothes she looked really fat but in dolphin shorts and a tank top, you could see that she was only slightly overweight. She wasn't ugly in anyway, but she could not be described as beautiful mainly because she wore little to no make up and was a tom boy. Now, when she put make up on she looked very sexy as I eventually learned. Her confidence was her most attractive feature. And she really knew how to relate to men. Carmen and I became very good friends because we had a lot in common, I loved football and she was dating a football player and we were both very good athletes in high school. I think because of that she could really relate to my way of thinking. Our friendship just went from there and we became study mates, project mates,etc. Altough she was dating someone else I could tell that Carmen dug me, at least physically. I was not as big as I was in college, but I was still very lean and defined. And on the first day of class I walked in with a deep dark tan and a white tank top with tight blue jeans and Carmen wasn't bashful at all as she leered at me from the moment I walked in the door all the way to the desk I chose across the room from her. I had not even met her, yet she just stared at me until she caught my eye. Then she smiled and continued to stare. It was very strange and for the first time in my life I felt like a woman was trying to intimidate me. It wasn't a mean smile but it was not a "hi, nice to meet you" smile either. Its best described as the kind of smile you give to somebody when you are going to compete against them and you know you can beat them. I'd given that look many times before in my high school football and college intramural days. I'd rarely been on the wrong side of that kind of smile and never from a woman. She just looked at me and I could almost hear her say "I'm gonna take you". Finally she looked away and all I knew was that it felt obvious she wanted to have sex with me. But, like I said, she looked really fat, was about an inch or two taller and really wasn't my type. I'm a lot of things but I'm not nasty. I find it hard to reject people. Its uncomfortable. I hated to be confronted with someone I must reject, especially a woman. I was getting that really uncomfortable feeling from Carmen and I was already thinking of ways to avoid meeting her. Carmen never gave me a chance,as she craftiully stood by the door in a group with a couple of guys I'd met in another class earlier that day. I tried to get by quickly but one of the guys grabbed me on the way out to invite me to drinks at the college bar to "celebrate the end of the first day of school". Carmen jumped at the opportunity to introduce herself. I though I was doomed, but then she told me about her boyfriend/fiance and I felt relief, like I had been let off the hook. Afterall, she had a boyfriend, I didn't have anything to worry about, right? I let my gaurd down and eventually I felt completely comfortable around Carmen and for the most part treated her like one of the guys. She was very man thinking. I could tell her everything. Actually, she could get me to tell her anything simply by appealing to my male competitive side. She knew how to relate stories so that the listener would be compelled to try and top her story/experience. I remember after a particularly long study session one Saturday we went out for lunch. Keith, Carmen's boyfriend, had to catch a team plane to play the Broncos so he dropped by the college in his mercedes benz and we dropped him off at the airport before heading to lunch. At lunch, Carmen began talking about her sex life with Keith. I was uncomfortable at first but like I said Carmen could be be a lot like a man and soon I found myself listening intently. I found myself getting turned on as she described how she felt helpless when Keith got on top (which was almost every single time), pinned her down and would thrust deeply inside her. She also described how she enjoyed cumming when she would hear their bodies slap (which wasn't often because Keith rarely lasted long enough to get to that point). She also related how she felt guilty when he would grab her hair and hold her face down in the pillow as he'd fuck her from behind. She said she would let him do it because it was a change of pace from the usual missionary position and because she would get a bigger orgasm from behind because Keith lasted a little longer in that position. Still, she was predominantly submissive felt she needed someting different, maybe another man or maybe if he would let her get on top. It was incredibly erotic to hear such a big and tough girl talk about being submissive. She also related how Keith taught her to give great head and how the only time she ever felt any dominance over him was when she would suck his cock. She said Kieth taught her that to give great head you've got to get to the point where you love to suck cock. She looked me dead in the eye and said she loved to suck cock. She was very convincing. Ironically, Keith often cut off her attempts to blow him so he could get on top. As she described how much she loved to suck cock, I turned flush. For the first time in our relationship I saw Carmen as the woman that she was and they way she spoke passionatly about blowjobs had gotten to me. She must have noticed because then she said that although she loved Keith a lot there were big problems. First, she had a good idea that he was cheating on her when the team was out of town. Second that Keith had been her first and only love and that she felt she should experience other people. Third, she moved here to be with him and that fact combined with his popularity as a pro ball player made her feel like the insignificant one in their relationship. And finally, that the demands of being a Pro lineman had taken a physical toll on Keith. She said when she met Keith in his freshman year in college he was in good shape and not obeastly fat like he was now and that she was growing less and less attracted to him. She looked me dead in the eyes and said that she had fantasies about dominating lean and toned men...."a lot like you!" Immediately, I tried to defuse the situation. Afterall, I knew Keith now. Not very well but I knew him and he was much bigger than I. Also I was uncomfortable with the notion of being the prey rather than the hunter. I told her she was just down because Keith was gone and because she was new to the area and she just wasn't yet accustomed to the new surroundings. I honestly thought that she was just a little frustrated and was trying to reach out to someone and I was there. I told her to stop thinking like that. Besides Keith was making good money, was a nice guy and the cheating was probably in her head (although I knew damn well that pro ball players are notoroious pussy hounds on the road). Frankly, Carmen was not the kind of girl that needed comforting and she and I both knew that. The fact was my feeble attempt to comfort her was merely an attempt to divert the conversation away from Carmen's thoughts of infidelity, particularly with me. Carmen smiled and appreciated my attempt to be the good friend and promptly tried to divert the subject to my sexual habits. I was reluctant and Carmen was getting that same look in her eyes I had seen the first day of school. I didn't like the situation, especially since she was driving a really nice mercedes benz and I felt like the date in the passenger seat. So I began to talk about, anything but her present unhappiness with Keith. I talked about how the single world is a jungle and how having sex is dangerous without a condom, etc.etc. Being single just really sucked. I thought I was doing a pretty good job. Then Carmen asked me about the girl I had obviously taken home a few nights ago at the local sports bar. She asked me whether I had sex with her. She had appealed to my male sexual ego. I told her that I did. Carmen knew how to get me going just like if I was with one of the guys. Soon, I had forgotten all about Carmen's overtures of infidelity and was running my mouth off. By now we had arrived at school and Carmen mentioned how she wanted to get a few drinks at the college bar because Keith was out of town and she was feeling a little down. Inside the college bar, Carmen sprung for the first pitcher. After the first pitcher was mostly done Carmen looked at me and asked me exactly how I got that girl at the sports bar to have sex on the first night. Afterall, I had earlier preached how singledom was a jungle and how diseases was a big concern. Carmen was smooth and she was setting me up, I just didn't know it. Soon she had me running at the mouth again as I told her how easy it was for me to get women in to bed. First, I said, if they have had just a couple of drinks, you have a good start. Second, when they agree to come to your house, for any reason legitimate or not, you are almost halfway there. Third, once you get them in the house turn on some music, fix them and yourself a quick drink and leave them alone in the living room for a long while, let them get comfortable being in the house. Usually you hear them walk around and snoop a little and then finally sit down and have nothing to do but sip their drink. After they have sat down for a while, I'll come back in and I'll have changed into a tank top to show off my arms and lean body. Then if I can sit down right next to them the trap has been set. Carmen asked me what I meant by that. I told her that by that time I know the girl is laid and my patience will be my biggest asset. I could tell that Carmen was intrigued and her coaxing opened the flood gates of my machismo as I spilled my guts as if I were drunk with a bunch of guys at a bachelor party. I told her that most men are impatient in bed and particularly in foreplay and that I had a great deal of success in bedding women because I had patience and enjoyed foreplay. As an example I described that night with Susie, the girl in the sports bar. The most important thing to do is to keep them thinking. Know when to be aggresive and when to pull back. Start strong and back off, then come back strong. Start with light kissing and wait for them to kiss harder before using any tongue. Breath in hard and grab her fimly but don't touch her anywhere sensitive until she pulls you close. I started like this with Susie and I knew it was working as Susie eventually tried to lean into me so she could feel my chest with her breasts. I kept her guessing by pulling back slightly at first. I told Carmen how I waited until I knew Susie was really frustrated and horny before I offered to take my shirt off and how she eagerly assisted me in doing so. Then I became a little more aggressive, feeling her breasts and taking off her shirt and skirt. Carmen found it hard to believe that was all it took. I told her that it wasn't that easy. Usually women stop on the first date at the bra and g-string and Susie was no exception. Then Carmen asked me how I got around that. I told her that ususally I'd take my pants off and promise them nothing more than what we were doing would happen. That I had done the same with Susie and the groping and kissing continued until I was able to slowly manuevered my torso between her legs. Eventually, I felt Susie's pussy become very wet the heat started to burn my cock through my underwear as I dry humped and grinded my rod on her now pinned and helpless snatch. Most of the time at that point, I whisper that she is the most irresistable woman and that we are explosivley compatible sexually. Finally, I tell them that I'm about to burst. 90% of the time,at that point, the g-string and/or bra (if its still on) are mine and I fuck the shit out of them. Carmen asked, "90%?" I said,"yes, but, Susie was in the 10 percentile. Then Carmen said, "So you jerked off?" I said "no, I fucked her". Carmen asked how and by now I was intoxicated with machismo. I had led Carmen right to the question I wanted her to ask. ( I still didn't know she was setting me up) I told Carmen that on the rare occassion when my seemingly endless makeout and grope session does not conquer the female at the "dry hump and grind" stage, then I reach into my underwear and grab my penis and beg them to let me suck their titties. This never fails for two reasons. One,I am irresistable in my undies, begging and holding my cock. Two, by now she is dying for me to suck her tits (I always keep the tits as a trump card). With Susie I didn't even have to grab my cock. I asked to suck her tits and she gave a sigh of relief as if to say " I thought you'd never ask." Carmen was soaking it all in and similing appreciatively as if I were revealing long losts secrets. I continued. I said that at this point patience is the key don't rush to the titty. For example, with Susie, I started with a deep wet tongue tying kiss, then started my slow descent to her breasts. I devoured Susie's neck and sucked slowly at the base of her neck on both sides. I heard her moan and I smiled inside as I knew by the building heat in her crotch she no longer had much resolve. I took my sweet time licking around the top of her beautiful breasts and slowly made my way down to her cleavage. I love cleavage and I savored this one greatly. I waited for Susie to squirm. When they squirm, they want nipple action, they are losing patience and resolve and I am getting closer to my destination. I moved slowly underneath her mounds to the side of the breast where it is deliciously supple. I nibbled and licked there taking my time before planning my assault on her nipples. Carmen stopped me. First she admitted getting a little hot and second, although the breast sucking is good, she was of the opinion that was not enough to "close the deal" so to speak. I looked at Carmen and told her she was somewhat correct. Most cases if the girl has enough resolve to survive the bump and grind, the titty suck may not be enough. "Then What is?" asked Carmen. I told her that first she was underestimating the amount of time I took to get to the titty suck and how time and then a titty suck were a powerful combination. But the real trick is not to get to the nipple before you descend a little further down the body to send the thought that the snatch could be next if she plays her cards right. I told Carmen that by the time I finally get to the nipple I have at least gotten to the belly button if not the pelvic region. Carmen smiled as if she had found a flaw. She asked what if she is on the rag. I quickly dispelled that by saying that most women don't allow you to take off their clothes if they are on the rag and she nodded in agreement. Then I continued. I explained how Susie did not succumb to the titty suck and how I ate her out until she begged me to fuck her. Carmen asked me whehter I ever felt I was going to get stiffed and I said no. Carmen asked how I could be so sure. Again, I was drunk with machismo and I spilled one of my last secrets. I told Carmen that while I was eating Susie, I spread her legs out as far as possible. At first she was a little resistant but the more I gobbled her up the weaker the legs became and the easier they were to spread wide open. I looked at Carmen and I must have been dripping with ego as I said, "when your licking a woman and her legs are spread wide and you can reach underneath her with one hand and message her ass while reaching up with the other to play with and pinch her nippples, you know you are gonna get layed....it's only a matter of time." Carmen smiled as if she had gotten all the information that she needed. She called the waiter and asked for the check and paid for the second pitcher despite my attempts to pay. I had the majority of most of the two pitchers and was fairly buzzed. But Carmen insisted saying she was the girlfriend of a wealthy ball player and that she could afford it more than I, a srtuggling masters program student. I decided to stop arguing, besides I was buzzing and horny from all the talk about sex. I couldn't wait to go home and jerk off. Maybe even to the thought of a Carmen blowjob. Carmen was suprisingly sober and I accepted her offer to give me a ride home. She dropped me off and I stumbled to the door. I did a few errands as best I could in my condition, washed the dishes, take out the trash and put some laundry to wash, then immediately went to my bedroom to reward myself. I must have been half way to orgasm when I heard a knock at the door. I ignored it and continued stroking, but eventaully I heard Carmen's voice asking if I was ok. I answered the door and I could tell Carmen had been crying. She was obviously trying to hide it so I didn't ask her if anything was wrong. I invited her in. She explained that she had gone to the video store to rent a comedy because she was still a little depressed and when she got back in the car she noticed I had left my books in the back seat (I must have really been buzzing), so here she was. She asked me what I was doing that evening and without thinking I said "Nothing". (I was just really dying to end the conversation and go jerk off). Carmen asked if I would keep her company and come over to her place for some dinner and the video. She tried to convince me by mentioning she cooked a real mean Lasagna. My mind raced for a legitimate reason to turn her down, but I had just told her I wasn't doing anything and could only muster a stupid "Well I'm doing laundry". As if on cue the washer turned on to the spin cycle. Carmen looked at me and told me she was going to run to the market for items to the lasagna. She would be right back to pick me up and that it should give me enough time to put the laundry into the drier. I could fold it at her place or later when I got home. What could I say. As Carmen drove to her place, I began to feel like the prey being hunted again. I vowed not to do anything stupid that evening and tried to build resolve. We arrived at a rather large two story house, Keith was making good money all right. Carmen was a good host and showed me around the house, I was careful not to enter the bedroom. When she was done showing me the house she led me to the den. There was a huge entertainment center with a large screen tv and every channel under the sun. Carmen reached behind a shelf and pulled out a joint from a small tin box. She knew I liked to get stoned ocassionally. She said it was her brother's who'd left it last week while visiting. She lit the joint, took a few hits, handed me the joint, gave brief instructions on the channel changer and left to prepare the lasagna muttering something about a man and a channel changer. I could tell she wouldn't be back any time soon. I took a few hits off the joint as I surveyed the room. There were several pictures of Keith, tophies and awards galore. After a few more hits I was plenty stoned and began flipping through the channels stopping for a while on ESPN and finally finding the playboy channel. I kept looking over my shoulder to see if Carmen was coming. The combination of the afternoon drinking and sex talk, and now a joint and a porno channel left me playing with myself.