There's never anyone that I'm interested in at my school. None of the guys here are hot, and I don't even want to deal with them anyway. That's why I began going out and looking for older guys, ones that know what they're doing. Since I just turned eighteen, that meant that I was fair game for any guy that wanted me. It was an exciting thought, and it often made me feel a bit intimidated, but I'm okay with that. I was done looking for guys at school, so I decided to start looking in other places. Gay bars, no luck. Stores, no luck. The park, you guessed it, no luck. I was about to just give up, until one day I met someone absolutely perfect for my needs. It wasn't a graceful introduction by any means. I was at the mall with some of my friends, going into the video store to try and find something cool to watch that night. I was looking through shelves upon shelves, ignoring my surroundings, when I knocked into who would soon be someone very close to me. "Dude, what the fuck?" I heard him say, anger clear in his voice. He was taller than me by a good bit, and significantly more muscular. My stomach had felt as if it was filled with nothing but fear. It was an exciting feeling. "Oh.... Sorry, sir. I promise I didn't mean to get in your way." His anger subsided and he cracked half a smile. "Yeah, sir is right you little punk." My friend had gone to the other side of the room, either oblivious to the situation or not wanting to get in trouble. His comment made me blush a little, and he must have seen it, because it made him chuckle. "What's wrong? Don't wanna acknowledge those above you?" I was a little burned by that, but what could I do? "I.... I don't know." He smiled again, seeing that he'd overpowered me. "Why don't you come back into the stock room and help me get this work done since you fucked up the shelf when you hit me." How was I going to say no? I would either get kicked out or get my ass kicked. "Fine, I guess I can help out." He cracked a little bit of a smile as he walked me in and shut the door behind him. I went to start packing boxes, and he gripped my arm before I was able to start. "You're a little cutie, aren't you?" He was clearly in control of the situation, and the confidence in his voice was all that was needed to make that clear. "Um... Thanks..." I was blushing deeper now, intimidated and embarrassed. He knew it too, as he gave me a light slap on the behind. It stung, but it was great. "You like knowing your place, don't you? Don't think I can't see that blush on your face..." I was so nervous by now, my legs began to shake a bit. He laid a hand on my rear and another on my hip. I could see a bulge beginning to form through his jeans, and my heart began racing. I began to move my hand toward it, my mouth watering in anticipation. I ran my fingers along it, and he let out a long sigh. "That's it bitch, you feel that big bulge? Why don't you get it out of there?" I looked up at him with vulnerable, nervous eyes and did as he said. He was in charge, and I wasn't about to disobey him. I undid the button on his jeans and let the zipper down, letting them slip to his ankles. I removed his boxers quickly, and couldn't help but stare. He was huge, at least nine inches. He smiled again, and it was almost comforting this time. "that's it, bitch, play with that cock." my response was almost instant. "Y-yes sir... Right away." I began to stutter and stammer I was so nervous. I fondled his manhood, feeling every inch of his heavy, hot member. "That's it, know your place, bitch. Tell me where you belong." I already knew the answer to that question. "um.... Uh.... Under you, sir..." I began stroking him, fondling his heavy balls as I did "get it wet, bitch." my mouth watered even more as I dropped to my knees. He slid his thick head between my wet lips, his shaft coming shortly after. He let out a low moan as he slid about four inches in. It was wonderful, being used by this big, powerful stud. I began sucking obediently, sliding back and forth on his cock, his heavy breathing encouraging me all the way. I kept sucking for several minutes, and as I slid my hand down to play with myself, he slapped my hand away. "No. Bitches service their man's cock, not theirs," I didn't feel the need to argue, his mere presence encouraging me to submit. I was just getting into it as he held my held still. "We're finishing this at home..." he zipped his pants back up as he clocked out and led me outside. I was scared, but this was wonderful. We got into his car and were on our way. "stroke me." I listened and began stroking his cock, which began to throb in my hand. His cock was thick and veined, surrounded by the stubble of his pubic hair. It was perfect. Several minutes later, we arrived, and he walked me inside. As he shut the door he slapped my ass hard and squeezed it. I felt so alive, servicing him. He walked me to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, his cock out and ready. He didn't even have to speak before I was on my knees again. I began to suck quickly, rubbing his balls and deepthroating him. I gagged several times, but he seemed to like it. I sucked deep and fast as I could, and he held my head down as he let out a loud, deep moan, shooting his seed down my throat. Rope after rope, he poured his seed into me. After several seconds he pulled me off and I gasped for air. I could taste him in the back of my mouth, and I loved it. "that's it. Good girl..." my face lit up, turning bright red at the remark. I had always wanted to be feminine, and it was almost as if he could sense it. "MY good girl." he lifted me up and pulled a collar from his dresser drawer. I felt so nervous, but excited at the same time. Surprisingly gentle, he fastened it around my neck, a leather collar tight around my throat. "thank you sir." I said quietly, timidly. He chuckled and responded."I'm sorry, thank you who?" I blushed once again, but took comfort in every word that escaped my lips. "thank you... Master." (if this gets a good rating, I will make another, and so on and so forth. Thanks for reading!)