My name is John, though I go by rgjohn, and I’ve written a few erotic books and some content for Literotica. When Emma read my work, she suggested I write about loving, female-led relationships—a genre she’s passionate about. It’s been a while since I’ve written, but a fan recently reignited my interest by asking me to turn his detailed journal into a story. Initially skeptical, I found myself captivated by his account of a Female-Led Relationship (FLR), a concept I hadn’t explored before. With a mix of curiosity and research, I’ve decided to craft a multi-part story spanning many chapters. If you are just starting, you should begin your journey back at chapter 1.
Chapter 46: Anna Describes Michael Taking her Anal Virginity, Anna Tell Jason That She Wants Him To Suck Michael’s Cock
Much later, instead of calling me into her room as usual, Anna surprised me by joining me in mine… just like she used to.
She was still wearing the white bustier, garters, nylons, and even her heels. Her body was flushed, her makeup slightly smudged, and I could see the telltale glisten of cum streaked along her inner thighs. She said nothing as she straddled my face and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. It was soaked attesting to how excited she had gotten from having her ass royally fucked.
But when I was finished pleasuring her, she didn’t leave. Instead, she slid down beside me, pressing her warm body against mine.
She exhaled deeply. “Do you mind if I sleep with you? Michael is gone.”
I stiffened. Anna had never once joined me in my bed.
“Sure… is everything okay?” I asked hesitantly.
A soft, dreamy smile spread across her lips. “Everything was wonderful. Michael had to leave. He has a golf tournament that he set up for his company and he has to be there early to help get things set up..”
“Oh,” I said in surprise.
“Do you want to hear about it?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with anticipation.
Her smile deepened as she began. “It was amazing. He was so gentle at first, tentative… taking his time, making sure I was ready. I know you understand how it feels when the head first pushes inside… that exquisite moment of being opened. I could feel every inch of him as he sank into me, so slowly, so deliberately. He paused a couple of times, letting me adjust, but I think he was also struggling to hold himself back. Even though I’d already taken the edge off for him with my mouth, he was still fighting not to climax… and so was I.
“When he was finally all the way inside me, he stopped. I could feel his cock throbbing deep, the heat of it filling me. When I squeezed down on him, the pressure made me moan.”
I listened, my pulse hammering, my body straining against its confinement. The intensity of her words made it nearly impossible to keep control. I forced myself to take slow, steady breaths, trying to rein in the aching need.
“I swear I could feel his heart beating deep inside my ass. His cock was pulsing too. I finally had to tell Michael it was okay to move,” she continued. “He was still holding back, trying so hard to keep control… but I needed him to fuck me. And when I told him to, he obeyed. You probably heard me moan when he pulled out and started moving in and out, slow at first, making me feel every inch of him.”
She shivered at the memory. “His cock was so much better than a plug… I could feel every pulse, every twitch inside me. Then he started to move faster, his rhythm building, our moans tangling together. And when he warned me that he was close, I knew I was too. The moment he let go, filling me, I came so hard I thought I’d pass out.”
“God,” she exhaled, her eyes shining. “It was incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I swear I could feel his cum pumping into me, and I loved every second of it.”
I smiled, knowing all too well how it felt to be taken that way.
“So… you’re going to do it again?” I asked, teasing
.
“Again and again,” she said without hesitation. Then, with a wicked grin, she added, “Now Michael owns all of my openings, just as I own yours… and of course, he’s put a baby in my belly.”
My heart swelled at the thought. I smiled again and said, “That’s the most important thing. I still can’t believe we’re going to have a baby.”
“Neither can I,” she admitted. “I suppose once I start showing, it’ll feel real to me. Will you still love me when my belly is big and round?”
I looked at her, my voice steady with absolute certainty. “Of course I will. I’ll love you when you’re old and gray and have five grandchildren running around.”
She arched an eyebrow playfully. “Only five?”
I laughed. “Well, that depends on how many babies we have. I want a bunch.”
Anna shook her head, amused. “And how many is a bunch?”
“Three or more,” I said with a grin.
She smirked. “Easy for you to say. If you want that many, you better figure out how to have babies yourself. Besides, I think Michael will have something to say about that.”
I laughed and said, “He will give you as many as you want.”
She smiled and said, “You’re right.”
I laughed. “I’ll be happy with just one for now.”
“Me too,” she said softly.
For a moment, there was silence… comfortable, intimate. Then she shifted slightly, resting her hand gently on my chest.
“There’s something else I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” she said. “And I figured this would be as good a time as any.”
My stomach tightened.
“I want you to learn how to suck cock,” she said, matter-of-factly.
The words hit like a shockwave. I tensed beneath her touch, heart racing. She had mentioned it before, but I’d brushed it off—buried it in the quiet comfort of denial.
I struggled to find words. “Why… why do you want me to do that?”
She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me with that familiar expression and playful, yet commanding. Certain.
“Because I want you to experience everything I have. Everything. The only thing you haven’t done is suck a cock.” Her smirk widened. “Besides… I want to watch. It is not often a woman gets to watch a man suck a cock. That thought excites me. And honestly? I think you’ll learn to love it too.”
My throat went dry. I tried to respond, but my brain was scrambled. “But… uh… who… I mean… I… uh… who?”
She chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of me flustered. “Michael, of course.”
I blinked. My stomach flipped. “You’re serious?” I managed. “Has he… is he okay with that?”
“Not yet, but he will be. We’ll do in two weeks, so you have time to get it settled in your head.”
I knew she was giving herself time to deal with any resistance from Michael.
Then, as if she hadn’t just turned my entire world upside down, she snuggled in closer, resting her head on my shoulder, her voice a soft whisper.
“But for now… let’s just sleep.”
Sleep?
I lay there staring at the ceiling, pulse pounding, thoughts racing. I didn’t know how to process what had just happened. I wondered if I could really suck a cock.
But deep down, I already knew the truth. There was no choice.
Anna always gets her way.
Several days later, Anna and I were on the sofa, making love and sharing one of our usual check-ins—those intimate moments when we opened up about how we were feeling and where we stood in our relationship. As everyone who had read this journal knows, these sessions had become an essential part of our FLR—not just for the physical connection, but for the emotional and psychological depth they brought. It was during these times that we felt closest, most vulnerable, and most honest.
When we were in that space, nothing else existed. We blocked out the rest of the world, focusing entirely on each other, laying ourselves bare. Sometimes our conversations got a little tense, which was okay. That tension reminded us we were still growing, still learning. No matter where the dialogue led, we always emerged stronger, more connected, more certain of who we were, both individually and together.
Tonight, though, I had something heavier on my mind. Michael. Specifically, what Anna wanted me to do with him.
Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. But I couldn’t keep pushing it aside. I needed clarity. I needed to understand her perspective, and I needed her to understand mine. This wasn’t a small thing. For me, it was massive.
I wasn’t gay. I had no desire for a romantic or sexual relationship with a man. Yes, I’d grown used to cleaning her after their encounters, and yes, that had its own erotic and emotional weight… but it felt different. That was about submission. Devotion. Connection. But this… this was something else.
And while I didn’t know exactly how Michael felt about the idea, I had a strong suspicion he was just as apprehensive as I was.
Finally, I swallowed hard and forced the words out. “Uh… can we talk about… you know, Michael’s next visit?”
Anna smiled slightly, as if she’d been waiting for the question. “Of course. What are your concerns?”
I hesitated. “Can I speak freely?”
“You always can,” she said gently, her eyes calm and reassuring.
“Well,” I began, struggling to organize my thoughts, “I asked you before why you wanted me to do this. And I get that you want me to experience what you’ve experienced. I respect that. But… for a man, even a submissive man like me, this is a huge step. I mean, I’m not…”
“Gay?” she offered, finishing the sentence for me.
I flushed. “Right.”
She nodded, not unkindly. “I know you’re not. Neither is Michael. That’s part of the appeal, really. It wouldn’t be nearly as hot if you were. I doubt very seriously if you would be with me right now, if you were a gay man. In todays world, there is nothing to be ashamed about being gay.”
I exhaled. “I know that. It’s just… he and I have become good friends. I like him. I don’t want to mess that up.”
Anna considered that for a moment before responding. “I don’t think it will. He knows you don’t really want to do it any more than he does. But he’s agreed. He’s willing. For me. For us.”
“So you have spoken with him, and he is okay with it?”
“Like you, he was, is concerned for most of the same reasons, but he has agreed to do it for me,” Anna said.
I nodded slowly, still trying to process. Then I looked at her and asked, “Does the idea really turn you on that much? Watching me do that?”
“Oh yes,” she said without hesitation, her voice steady and firm. “It’s the ultimate act of submission for a man. And you know that. It’s the one sexual experience you haven’t given me yet. And I want that. I know it’s deeply personal, and I’m not minimizing that. But I also think you’ll grow into it. I really do. Especially you.”
I stared at her. “So… this won’t be a one-time thing.”
Anna smirked. “Of course not. Why would it be?”
I let that settle in my chest. Then, quietly, I asked, “Am I going to have to… you know… go all the way? And… swallow?”
Anna burst out laughing.
I immediately realized how absurd I sounded.
When she caught her breath, she grinned. “Of course. You’ve swallowed cum from him a thousand times, at least.”
My face turned crimson. “That’s different. I mean… it’s not as… personal.”
“Oh, stop it,” she said playfully, brushing her fingers along my chest. “It’s not going to be that bad. What I want is for you to talk to Michael before anything happens. Just have a conversation… you know man to man.” She grinned, clearly amused by the irony of her own words.
I hadn’t considered discussing it with Michael beforehand. In my mind, I figured Anna would simply call me into the room when the time came, and I’d do as I was told. Talking to him directly about it felt… uncomfortable, to say the least.
“I’ll give you two boys some time alone to work it out,” Anna said casually. “I don’t want any tension between you.”
Then her tone shifted—firm, unmistakably authoritative. “Now, let’s stop all this nonsense. You are my submissive, and I own you. Right?”
I felt a sudden flush of shame. I had questioned her authority, and that was never okay. “Yes, of course. I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise,” I said quickly, contrite.
“Well, it kind of seems that way,” she said, voice sharpening. “I was going to wait until Saturday for your maintenance spanking, but now I think I’ll warm up your ass before Michael arrives. I don’t want you carrying any doubt about obeying me. And if you don’t do a good job with Michael, you’ll get another spanking on Saturday.”
I shivered. The thought of a double punishment made my stomach twist. It had happened before, and I had no desire to repeat the experience.
“Now,” she said, her voice softening but laced with heat, “We don’t normally do sex during one of our love making sessions, but I want you to see how excited even talking about this has made me.”
She gestured for me to kneel.
As I moved to the floor, I became uncomfortably aware of how swollen my penis was in its cage. I wasn’t sure if Anna noticed—but if she had, she might take it as evidence that I wasn’t being entirely honest about my reluctance. Maybe she was right. The proof was right there between my legs. But I liked to think of it as my natural reaction to my submission to her… and there was truth in that.
She wore a thin tank top that barely contained her breasts, and a simple pair of white panties. Without a word, she pulled the tank top over her head, letting her gorgeous breasts fall free. I stared for a moment, then forced my eyes downward as she parted her legs.
I gasped. She was right, her panties were soaked.
“Eat me,” she whispered.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. Instead of pulling her panties down, I moved between her thighs and began kissing the soft, warm skin. She moaned as I took my time, slowly working my way higher. Her upper thighs were like silk… one of the softest, most intimate places on her body. I knew every inch of her, and still, this felt fresh.
I took my time. Kissing. Licking. Back and forth, rising slowly, deliberately. I stopped when only her panties separated us. I didn’t remove them. Instead, I pressed my mouth against the soaked fabric, breathing in her scent, tasting her through the cotton.
She moaned again as I sucked gently, drawing her juices through the material. Her panties grew wetter—almost transparent. I used my tongue to trace upward, slowly, letting the fabric press between her folds. She squirmed beneath me.
Then I found her clit just behind the fabric and focused my attention there, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. The wet cotton dulled the sensation just enough to keep her on the edge. That was what I wanted. To build her up. To keep her wanting.
She groaned. “Take my panties off.”
“Not yet,” I murmured, fully expecting that this small defiance might earn me extra strokes with the cane or paddle later.
“Fuck,” she gasped as I returned to teasing her.
Her hips began to move on their own… rocking against my mouth, searching for release. “Please,” she begged. But I didn’t stop. I wasn’t going to let her win so easily.
I gently sucked her clit into my mouth, the fabric still between us. And that was it.
Anna cried out, arching her back as the climax hit. Her whole body trembled, and I held on as she thrashed under me, wave after wave overtaking her. Her panties were drenched, clinging to her, unable to hold the flood of her release. My tongue never touched her bare skin, but it didn’t matter. She came again and again.
When she finally collapsed back onto the sofa, her breathing ragged, she looked down at me in awe.
“What was that?” she asked, voice thick with amazement. “Wow. I don’t think you’ve ever done that before.”
I looked up at her, chin soaked, lips glistening, and smiled. “It appeared you enjoyed that.”
“That’s an understatement,” she said, still catching her breath. “I didn’t think you had any surprises left in you. That was… wonderful.”
I beamed, pride swelling inside me… not just for what I’d done, but for the way she looked at me afterward. Satisfied. Impressed. Pleased.
And there was no better feeling in the world than that.
Then Anna surprised me this time.
“You have one last thing to do,” she said, her voice low and commanding.
She stood, turned around, and faced away from me. Slowly, deliberately, she slid her soaked panties down her legs and let them fall to the floor. Then, with that graceful, unapologetic confidence that always left me breathless, she climbed onto the sofa and knelt, presenting her gorgeous ass… inviting me. No… commanding me.
I knew exactly what she wanted.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached up and gently spread her cheeks. The sight before me made my breath catch. Her rear hole, still pink and glistening, was beautiful… vulnerable… and absolutely irresistible. I had licked her there many times before. Worshipped her there. But now, I hesitated for just a moment, my gaze lingering, studying.
I found myself wondering if she looked different now… if Michael’s cock had changed her in some visible way. She had once told me that mine had changed after she began pegging me, which had happened hundreds of times by now. But having her ass fucked was new for her. However, it had only happened once. I searched for signs, curious, yet reverent. But no, nothing seemed different. Maybe after a few more times with him, I thought. I would check again.
My thoughts scattered the moment Anna reached back and took hold of my head, pulling my face between her cheeks.
I moaned as my tongue found her rear hole, and she moaned with me, low, guttural, raw.
She pushed back into me, and I pressed forward. Soon I was plunging my tongue in and out, matching the rhythm of her swaying hips. Her body responded, moving in sync with mine, her desire evident in every tremble, every breath.
Then I felt her fingers between her legs, working her clit as I focused on the sacred space behind.
The moment built quickly. Her hips began to jerk with urgency, her moans rising in pitch. My tongue never stopped, never slowed, until finally, she cried out and her body went taut, climax overtaking her in shuddering waves.
I held her, kissed her, licked her gently as she rode the aftershocks.
She was mine to serve, and in that moment, I had done exactly what she needed.
