You'd never guess I was submissive to look at me. I'm your classic loud mouth, always first to the bar and last to leave, ripping the piss out of anyone that stands in my way. But there are times when I really want someone who's going to take me in hand, tell me what they're going to do - and deliver. The night I met Doug was one such night...

Doug was a radio DJ; black haired with a fit body and a sarcastic turn of phrase. I met him at an awards ceremony. Our sales team was up for an award and so was he. We got chatting at the bar, when I wished him good luck.

“All I want is the chance to nut Billy Banter,” he said, naming the popular breakfast show presenter who was hosting the ceremony.

“Yeah, right.” I said. “You want to win this as much as I do.”

He moved away before I had a chance to retort, but not before I'd had a chance to see the evil glint in his eye, which sent a rush of lust flowing through my body. As it was, neither of us won. Our sales team was beaten by a team of 100 who just answered the phone to make a sale. He was beaten by Jack the Lad, a cheesy chappy who stuck to the playlist and was the housewives' favourite because he was innocuous enough to be non-threatening. I settled into the bar, drowning my sorrows. We met again when we both tried to steal a bottle of champagne from the winner's table.

“I thought you always got what you wanted,” I said. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Pissed,” he replied. “How about you?”

I saw the same glint in his eye. “Pissed and horny,” I said. “Fancy commiserating in private?”

“You're a bit arrogant aren't you?”

“Why the hell not then. I'd hate to ruin your average.”

We collected our coats, hiding the bottle of champagne in them, and hailed a cab.

“So do you often go home with strange men?” he asked.

“Aren't you worried you might get more than you're after?” He put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing his fingers against its soft inner skin.

“I like to gamble,” I replied, as a thrill of nervous lust went through me.

We got back to his place and he invited me in for coffee. By this time, I was already turned on and knew that I didn't care how far things went. He wasn't about to let me down. The second we got inside, he pushed me against the wall and bit my neck.

“I know what you want. You're a slut. You want me to tell you exactly what to do and you'll do it, no matter what. Am I right? If not, tell me now and I'll stop now. Otherwise...”

I whimpered, my lust taking full control.

“Good. Because the first thing you're going to do is suck my cock. And you'd better suck it well, because otherwise I'll cum all over your face. And you won't be allowed to clean it off until I've fucked you in every hole and you've begged me for more. Are we clear?”

I sank to my knees and eagerly took his cock deep into my throat.

“That's right you slut. You love it, don't you? You love sucking on