Becoming His Woman

There should be a song about lonely girls. Believe me they are everywhere. During the shutdowns I only had my neighbors to talk to, an older couple of 30 years. I had talks with the wife, the husband barked orders at us. One day she and I were talking about intimacies and that I had never found a man. She told me she became intimate at 14 with an older cousin, by the time she was old enough to date she was experienced. And that also meant she didn't let guys get in her pants, not unless she had sucked their dick to measure them up (ha, ha). But seriously, you have to have a man you suck, let him know your the woman he fucks.

She met her husband in college as a freshman and he fucked her the first time out. She feigned a pregnancy and he fell for it, and a miscarriage. Poor little girl, look what he did to her. She sucked his cock from the beginning. Suck, let him know he was the boss. She spent her college years as his steady and she stayed loyal even when he was fucking other girls.

A man's got to know you're his woman, not the other way around. You're his safety net, if he doesn't find someone to pickup he comes to you, you suck him and let him know he's home with you and you let him fuck all he wants. After a while he quits running around, he comes home to a sure fuck, a cocksucking and breakfast in the morning. It works.

She liked knowing that he got laid outside the house, when he came home he fucked her with vengeance. You know, fucked his woman. The other lay was jacking off. I listened and thought to myself how is it that I'm 32 and never been laid, never sucked a cock, never had my breast felt up. She said I gave the wrong vibe, I was all about stay away from me, instead of saying my pussy needs attention. Men don't want to deal with a hard to get type, not when there is easy pussy all around. That was for high school. Now you suck cock, spread wide and fix breakfast in the morning.

She put me on my knees and called out his cock and told me to worship his cock first, think 'this is the cock I suck'. His cock was nothing special, I mean it just hung there, and his balls. I looked up and he grabbed me by the hair and she told me to take his cock and show him I was worthy of sucking his cock. Look in his eyes while you suck his cock. It was hard keeping my eyes open, looking up at him like that, his cock got big and he grabbed me by the hair and fucked my face while she watched.

Now get up and bend over and give him your ass and pussy and let him choose, it belongs to him, anyway he wants. You're the pussy, remember that and let him fuck. She told him to start with my pussy and end up with my ass, I needed to know he owned my ass. The pussy part was easy, except for the way I was bent over, the ass part wasn't, it hurt or maybe it was just that I pulled away and he had to pull me back by my hair (lesson here is don't have long hair), but whether it hurt or not he got his cock up my ass and when he was done she had me worship him on my knees and clean him up before cleaning myself, and go get him a beer.
After he went back to watching his game, she sent me to him to let him know I was his and there to serve him.

As the weeks became months and then a year I was there, his for the taking, his for keeping me overnight, his for fixing him breakfast. I sucked his cock the way she taught me, lessons learned by watching her and then letting me learn first hand. A man has a cock and you don't, she reminded me. Make sure he knows you're the one that sucks him before bed and in the morning. You're the pussy, the woman, let him know that and he will let you sleep with him, he will pay attention to your pussy, he will call you his woman. And one day he grabbed me, and dragged me to the bed, fucked me and sent me back to the kitchen to fix his dinner. Now you're his woman, she said.