Superman’s Unexpected Submission: My Halloween Encounter

Dear FemdomU Forum,

I never thought something like this would happen to me, but last Halloween, I found myself in a situation I still can’t believe.

I went to a party dressed as Superman—cheesy, I know, but it was all I could find last minute. The costume was tight, hugging every inch of me in ways I didn’t expect. I wasn’t really feeling myself until I hit the dance floor. That’s when things took a wild turn. I caught the attention of a woman dressed as a cheerleader, and from the moment we started dancing, I could tell she wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met.

She was bold, and before I knew it, her hands were all over me, roaming down my body, grabbing my ass. The music was pounding, and so was my heart. Her touch was electric, but I didn’t expect what came next. Right there, in the middle of everyone, her hand slid down my tights, cupping me. I was hard instantly, and she knew it. She stroked me through the tight material, sending waves of arousal coursing through me. I could hardly breathe, and I started to freak out, worried that people would notice.

But she didn’t care. Her eyes locked onto mine, and with the most commanding voice I’d ever heard, she said, “You’re going to go down on me, right now.” I was stunned. She grabbed my arm and pulled me through the crowd, her grip unrelenting. I tried to cover my obvious erection with my free hand as we made our way upstairs, but she was in full control.

We reached a quiet room, and she wasted no time. She pushed me down onto my knees, lifting her skirt without hesitation. Her panties were soaked. My heart raced as I watched her slide them down, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. My mouth watered at the sight—glistening, inviting. She was beautiful, and I was already lost in her dominance.

She grabbed my head, fingers tangling in my hair, and pulled me close. “Lick me,” she ordered, her voice firm. Without hesitation, I pressed my lips to her folds, tasting her sweetness. I was in heaven. Her scent, her taste—it consumed me. I licked her eagerly, my tongue exploring every inch of her wetness. She moaned above me, her grip on my head tightening as she guided my movements.

I could feel her getting closer, her hips grinding into my face as she used me for her pleasure. My cock was throbbing painfully inside the tights, but all I could focus on was making her cum. She was so wet, so demanding. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking as she reached her peak.

She came hard, and I lapped up every drop, desperate to please her. She kept my face buried between her legs until she was satisfied, my tongue working furiously as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her juices coated my mouth, and I swallowed it all, eager for more.

And then, just like that, she was done. She pulled her skirt down, looked at me with a satisfied smirk, and tossed her wet panties at me. “Keep those,” she said, before walking out without another word, leaving me there—hard as a rock, panting, and completely dumbfounded.

I was still rock hard, my cock straining against the tights, and the scent of her on the panties was driving me wild. I couldn’t take it anymore. I lay down on the bed, her panties pressed to my nose, breathing in her intoxicating smell. My hand slid down, and I started jerking off furiously, her taste still lingering on my lips.

I came hard, spilling my load into her panties as I imagined her moaning again. The release was overwhelming, but even then, I wanted more. I stuffed her panties into my costume, zipped up, and made my way back to the party, my head spinning and my body still aching for her.

I spent the rest of the night looking for her, wondering where she’d disappeared to, but she was gone. The only thing I had left was her scent, her taste, and the memory of how she completely owned me that night.

Sincerely,
Drake