Meeting Seth

Literotic asexstories – Meeting Seth by samantha8861,samantha8861
Thanks to Seth for inspiring this.

“All any woman every really wants from a man is to be cherished. The rest is just blather.”

***

I had never planned for this to happen. I was bored one Sunday night…….all alone and no one to play with. Feeling horny and unused. Signed in with my usual screen name and none of my usual playmates were around. Deciding to try something new, I changed my screen name to “nasty-Samantha-sub.” Well………the avalanche of offers were astounding.

A nice fellow going by the name of “Master_Seth” offered me a virtual chair. I sent him a private message on a whim. Well, that whim turned into eight hours of the most amazing cyber sex ever imagined. We started off around 3 am, and didn’t stop until 11 am. I called in sick that morning……….the session just never seemed to end. We ended one scene and segued into another.

That first night of talking and expelling our unused passion continued………Tuesday, Wednesday, etc. Talking on the internet every night after work. I couldn’t wait to get home from the office, work out, eat dinner, and then sign on. The first week we were all passion……..exploring each other’s body through the computer. Seeing what turned each other on……the usual, really.

***

A week turned into months……….after three months, we finally graduated to the phone. Nightly instant messaging turned into nightly phone calls. I had always vowed not to do this again…..this long-distance, phone sex relationship. But we had evolved far beyond phone sex before ever picking up the phone. We had brought ourselves in to each other’s lives by then. My phone bill sky-rocketed.

I knew so much about him, but had never seen him. Never laid a hand on him. Never laced my fingers with his as we waked down the street. Never rested my head on his shoulder as we watched videos. We had done so much together and explored so much……but I never got to look into his eyes.

Shortly after Thanksgiving we were talking on the phone, and the topic finally came up. The meet. The visit. Scheduled for just after Christmas.

Standing at our relatively small airport………….wishing I had managed to lose another 20 pounds before he arrived. I had sent him a photo of me from a much thinner time and warned him that I looked nothing like that anymore, HA, HA, and that I was as fat as a house now. But I don’t think he believed me. I really should have warned him.

I have struggled with my weight all of my life. At 35, I am still struggling……….bouncing between a health-food / exercise Goddess and a carbohydrate addict/couch potato, depending on which way the wind blows. I know I’ll always struggle, and have made a lot of strides. But knowing that he is coming has spent me into a month of spinach salads and four hours of exercise per day. And still I know it won’t be enough.

He is a triathelete……..competing in amateur Ironman competitions and adventure racing. Oh – and he’s also an actual rocket scientist. Really. An aerospace engineer. What is a moderately intelligent, mostly couch-potato girl to do? She exercises her ass off, that’s what she does. And stops eating for a month. Except for spinach salads.

Still, I know it won’t be enough. I want to please him………and I know it won’t be enough. I try to hint at it in conversation, but can’t seem to get out the words. Something like “Sweetie, I’m too fat for you to have interest in me.” But he keeps denying it. His dick is in charge now. I can keep up with him intelligence-wise, I think. Just not body-wise.

And he is coming.

I start to panic. I wax everything I possible can. Get manicures and pedicures and facials. The closer the date gets, the more I try to hint that I won’t live up to his expectations. I hope that I do, and yet am not optimistic. I know that he will be sorely disappointed.

Will he see the muscle through the fat? Will he see how I can now run two whole miles without stopping? Hopeful, but not optimistic. But if nothing else, I can have a clean house.

***

I sit and wait at the airport. Christmas Day was just 2 days ago and the decorations are still up. The canned holiday music still pipes through the airport sound system. And I want a cigarette sooooooooo badly right now but I quit a month ago.

I can see his plane taxiing to the gate. If I could run I would. But I can’t. Can’t let him get off the plane and not have someone there.

And there he is……..I could have picked him out simply from the questioning look in his eye as he disembarked and scanned the terminal. I hold a sign labeled “Sweet Cheeks”. Our little inside joke.

We go a little Italian restaurant…….dim lighting, small tables, great food. Enjoying glasses of Chianti as we wait for our food. So shy with each other, still taking in each other’s presence. Feeling our auras, perhaps.

We chat about your flight, our jobs, getting caught up with each other. I can’t read you, and start to get nervous. I can feel your disappointment sneaking out of you like a dirty little secret. This has been a mistake. You should never have come. I can barely stand to look at you…….can barely stand to be looked at. I speak looking into my dinner, finishing my chicken. When in doubt, just eat. I feel the warmth of the restaurant and the closeness of it all on my skin, bearing down on me.

We finish our entrée’s and order dessert and coffee, I nervously excuse myself to visit the restroom to try to compose myself and figure out how to let you out of this without making you feel like a callous jackass. I start to rise, and you put your hand on mine.

“Samantha, are you ok?” you ask, concerned.

“Um, yeah, I just need to freshen up.” I can’t even look at you as I speak. I need to escape, to just melt away and leave you.

“Ok.” You say, letting my hand go.

I almost run to the restroom, punching the door open and scaring the hell out of the little old Italian lady putting on her lipstick. I mumble my apologies, sheepishly. She scurries out of the ladies room, leaving me to myself. I check myself in the mirror, making sure my make up is ok, distracting myself. Fixing my lipstick, looking into my eyes. I have never felt more inadequate. I have never felt uglier.

I look away from myself, trying to shake my inadequacies away like the cloak that they are. Resting my hands on the sides of the sink, holding myself together. Trying decide what is the logical next step. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Trying to determine the best win-win scenario here……..the one that leaves both of us on top.

I look up at myself and know. I know everything that I had feared. I blink away a tear, but know that it has to be done. I can feel your disappointment even in here. It mixes with my own disappointment at myself and swirls around my heart, diving into my soul and just lays there. In the dark, cold place inside me that I try not to visit too often.

I take a couple of deep breathes and compose myself, trying to look somewhat together. I leave the restroom and return to the table, only to see our dessert wrapped up to go. You see me approach, and rise, holding my coat open for me to slide into.

“Let’s get out of here.” You say.

I feel guilty…..I’ve been in the restroom so long that you have taken care of the check. I had intended to pay for dinner.

“Seth, I wanted to get the bill. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to leave for you to take care of it,” I protest.

You grab the plastic bags of dessert with one hand and my hand with the other and pull me from the restaurant, pulling us out into the cold, late-December air. So crisp and refreshing on my face after the heat and closeness of the restaurant.

We walk silently down city streets to my car parked in the lot. We get in my car, me in the driver’s seat. I start to put the key in the ignition and you stop me, taking the keys from my hand.

“Samantha, talk to me.”

I just look at the steering wheel, wishing that I had the words.

“Sam.”

“Look,” I respond, looking straight ahead out the windshield. “I know you’re disappointed. I think it would be best if I took you to your hotel, and if you like, we can go skiing or something. Or you may be able to move your flight up earlier. Its ok, I understand.”

You take a beat and ask “What exactly do you understand?”

I feel all of the disappointments of my entire life pulse through me, and I can’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.

“I understand that I’m not what you thought I would be. I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable situation. So I have no problem in dropping you at the hotel and calling it even. I’m sorry you had to come all this way. I tried to warn you, and worked so hard, but I just couldn’t get there!”

“Where, Sam?”

“I couldn’t get thin enough in time. I’m sorry. Look, I don’t want to put you in any more of an uncomfortable situation, so let me take you to your hotel and….”

“Is this what is bothering you? You don’t think that you don’t please me? That you are unattractive to me?”

“Well…….yes” my eyes downcast as I answer.

“Sam………….do you have any idea how much control it took me throughout dinner not to throw you down and take you right there on the table?” You ask, incredulously.

Well. This has me completely nonplussed. I open my mouth to say something, but have no response to that.

“Samantha, look at me.”

I look up and over you, shyly. Your hand caresses my cheek as you study my face.

“Do you really want to call it quits right now? If you really want to send me away, I can live with that. But don’t send me away because you think you’re not enough. Do you want me to go away?” you ask.

I lean into your hand caressing me and shake my head no, closing my eyes.

“Look at me, Sam.”

I open my eyes and see you…..sitting next to me in my small car, on a dark, cold December night………I look into your eyes and I know that I couldn’t possibly send you away.

“No, I don’t want you to go away.”

You lean in and kiss me softly, your warm lips on mine for real, finally. You pull away slightly, then lean in again, our kisses soft and gentle, lover’s pecks. Once, twice, thrice, and finally sinking in on me, your lips opening mine. Our mouths playing over each other, discovering, pressing. My arms curling around you, pulling you close to me. I feel your tongue testing me, making its way. I invite you into my mouth, the tip of my tongue grazing yours, pulling you into me. I finally understand the full passion of the french kiss – the invitation to my mouth, my body. Our tongues swirl around each other, dancing, tasting the red wine from dinner.

Our kiss plays out and we pull away, both you and I slightly stunned. I look at you and hold out my hand for the keys. You laugh softly, and hand them over. I start up the car, turning on the defrost to burn away the mist that has developed on the inside of the windshield. The mist of our passion. I drive us to my loft, the previously reserved hotel room forgotten by your kiss.

***

We arrive at my loft – dark hardwood floors, white paint and large expanses of windows. A living area, dining area, and bedroom in a nook, separated from the rest of the space by purple velvet curtains. I light a fire, and we sit on the sofa lit by firelight, listening to old Dire Straits, eating our dessert from the restaurant. Tasting each other’s selections……chocolate mousse cake for me and tiramisu for you. Playing, enjoying each other’s company. I keep looking at your hands and thinking of all the things I have imagined them doing.

While enjoying some more wine, I glance out the window and see that snowflakes are starting to fall.

“Ohhhh look! Its snowing!” I exclaim, rising to stand at one of the large windows to see the night more clearly and gaze out at the snow tumbling down. I know you are watching me, lit by the crackling fire and Christmas Tree lights. I hear you rise and know you are coming to me. And yet I still tense as I feel you stand up behind me and rest your hands on my shoulders.

“Relax, Samantha” You say softly in your deep voice.

I laugh softly, and take a deep breath, trying to expel all my nerves and anxiety.

You start to gently knead my shoulders, where I keep all of the stresses of life bottled up. Your fingers playing against my muscles, feeling the knots there and working them out with your strong hands.

I sigh and watch the snowflakes tumble down to earth, coating the bare tree limbs. Your fingers massage the back of my neck and I feel a chill of anticipation shoot through my body as your warm hands turn from massaging to stroking. Your fingers traveling from the back of my neck to my ear and down to my shoulder, then repeated on the other side. Your lips graze the side of my neck and I close my eyes, dipping my head forward to encourage you. Your mouth so soft and warm on my sensitive skin, tasting me.

“You smell so good” you whisper in my ear and your hot breath there gives me a shiver leading straight to my core.

You wrap your arms around me and I lean back against you, resting my head against your chest. Your body feels so solid against my soft curves…..a pillar of strength standing behind me and holding me. I close my eyes and savor this feeling…….this feeling of having you here after so long, knowing that soon I’ll be able to feel my skin against yours……..this exquisite feeling of anticipation.

I finally tear myself away from you, whispering “I’ll be back” and change clothes in my bedroom. I slip into one of my new outfits – a black lace bustier with snaps down the back and matching panties, topped by a silk leopard-print robe. Knotting the sash of the robe around my waist, I feel myself so excited, knowing that I am dressing for you………dressing only to be undressed.

I re-enter the fire-lit room and notice that you have added another log in my absence. You stand in the bay window watching the snow as I once did, your back to me as I walk up behind you, sliding my hands up your back. You start at my touch and turn.

“Sam……oh man….” Your eyes seem to glaze over as you take in my attire.

I offer you my hand, pulling you towards me, sliding my hands up our chest, undoing your tie and draping it across my neck. Unbuttoning your shirt, pulling it off your body………there it is……..your flesh. I rest my cheek against your naked chest and feel your warmth as I unbuckle your belt, trousers…….undressing you, divesting you of your new suit, so unnecessary now.

You stand before me in your nakedness………..you are, simply, a work of art. The endless hours of running making you lean and hard…..and so strong. Standing before each other in the firelight, the light of orange flames dancing around the room and playing against our bodies.

You reach down undo the sash of my robe, sliding the silk down my shoulders until it puddles on the floor at my feet. You bend down and kiss my neck where it meets my shoulder, your tongue traveling along my neck as I dip my head back. Licking me across my neck and up to my chin, then your lips are on mine – tasting me, licking my lips, making my tongue want to come out and play with yours. You suck my tongue into your mouth as your hand travels down to my right breast, squeezing it through my bustier.

You stop kissing me as you introduce yourself to my breasts…….your thumbs stroking the skin just above the lace as you feel their weight. I can feel my nipples start to harden as you explore through the fabric. Kissing the tops of my décolletage, then pulling down one of the cups, exposing my semi-hard nipple and large aereola. You lean down and your mouth covers my nipple, taking it in your mouth sucking gently. Then licking around it in wide circles, feeling my nipple crinkle and harden further beneath your tongue while you stroke my other breast with your hand. I look down at you entranced, my hand stroking your hair as I arch my back, offering my breasts to you.

You switch to the other side, pulling down the lace and making that nipple come alive as well, making me moan softly. I close my eyes and enjoy your suckling, until you take my nipple between your teeth and nibble on me.

“Oh!” My eyes fly open in surprise as you bite gently on one nipple, then the other. “Seth!” I giggle……your forwardness amusing me, for some reason.

“Just wanted to see if you were paying attention” you joke.

“Oh don’t worry – I’m fully awake.”

I sit on the edge of the coffee table, my breasts hanging out of the bustier, and spread my legs. “Come here.”

You stand between my legs, your cock standing up nicely for me already. My hands stroke up the back of your thighs to your ass and up your lower back. Sliding around your waist and down your abs to the base of your cock. I give you a couple of strokes with my hand, feeling your hot skin stretched over your hard on.

I look up at you and can’t help but smile at the look of intense concern on your face.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him.”

“You promise?” you say with a smile.

I smile back, looking into your eyes just before I take you in my mouth and dive down on your cock, stroking you twice between my lips before pulling off.

“Is that a good enough promise?” I ask, teasingly.

“Ohhh man…….yes….good enough. Now do it again.”

We laugh and I do as requested, taking you back in my mouth and working you up and down, getting you fully hard so I can do my exploring now.

I pull off and lick you up and down, then swirl my tongue around the head like an ice cream cone. I wrap my lips around the head and give it short little sucks, and am rewarded with a low guttural moan from you. I smile up at you before my mouth works up and down your pole, my tongue cradling the underside as I feel you push against the back of my throat. I worship your cock with my licking and sucking, while my left hand strokes your balls gently with the soft pads of my fingers.

I work up a good rhythm sliding up and down as I grip your cock tightly between my lips. My hands squeezing your ass cheeks as your hips rock back and forth, feeding me your cock. I love pleasuring you with my mouth, taking your most precious possession between my lips and feasting on it.

Your fingers intertwine with my short hair as your thrusts become more urgent, more rigid. I can feel your ass start to tense under my hands and know it is close. I moan, sending little vibrations up and down your cock as you fuck my face. I tighten my lips around you as you start to swell and thrust forward, pushing your cock down the back of my throat. You pulse inside my mouth, sending that first delicious shot of cum deep into my mouth and I swallow it greedily. You thrust again and again, shooting in my mouth and filling it with your cream.

Your orgasm spent, you stagger back a couple of steps as I finish swallowing up your gift. I lick my lips wickedly as you stand there on weak knees, slightly dazed. Grabbing a comforter from the bedroom and spreading it on the floor in front of the fire, I gesture for you to lay down.

You collapse on the blanket on your back, panting slightly, and close your eyes. I lay next to you propped up on one elbow and just look at you. The fire crackles and spits occasionally as we rest, its heat keeping us warm on this cold December night.

***

You make love to me so gently that first night……..seducing me, making me feel warm and cherished. Coaxing my body, petting me, stroking me from the inside out. Letting me take in your heat in a slow, slow burn from my head to my toes.

Our passion rising and mingling with the heat from the fire as you took me……laying on top of me and sliding into me so fully, your length nestled inside my soft folds, moving slowly as we kiss, and finally expelling inside me.

So soft, exploring each other. Learning about each other’s bodies. Languorous playing and eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.

***

We return from the day’s activities and eat dinner in my apartment, companionably. We settle down after dinner and snuggle on the sofa, watching TV in the dark. I lean my head on your chest and rest my hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with my thumb while we watch TV. You are quiet, and seem to be chewing on something in your mind.

I go take a shower before bed, letting my fingers play against my skin as I soap myself up, knowing that soon your hands will be touching me like this. I dry off and wrap a big red plush robe around me. Drying my short hair quickly, I step out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam.

You grab me from behind and pull me close to you, your strong arms snaking around my body.

“Oh! Seth, what……”

“Be quiet” you order calmly, as your hands find the belt of my robe and undo it, letting the front of the robe fall open. “Turn around.”

I turn for you, and your commanding new tone of voice tells me everything I need to know. This is Master Seth. I stiffen with my realization, and you see me react.

You lean down and whisper in my ear…”I will never hurt you” as you push the robe off my shoulders. “Do you want to play, Sam?”

You walk around behind me and wrap your arms around me, your hands cupping my breasts as you press up against me. Your lips play against my neck – you do that so well -ending shivers down my spine to that spot between my legs.

“Play with me, slut.”

That did it…….that one little word, slut. Hearing you call me that excites me so, I swear I can feel a little trickle of moisture seep out of my pussy.

“Yes, please……”

“Please what, slut?”

“Please play with me, Sir.”

“Good girl. It will be my pleasure. And my honor.” You take my hand and lead me to center of the loft, where I see a black rope looped over one of the old steel industrial beams, two cuffs dangling from the end.

“I see you were busy while I was in the shower.”

You stop and turn…….”Did I tell you to talk?”

I cast my eyes downward……”No Sir, I apologize.”

“Good girl.” You take one hand, and then the other, and attach the wrist cuffs to me. My arms straight over my head, you tie off the ends. I try out my binds, and I can’t get away……the ropes are thin, but strong.

You attached a spreader bar to my ankles, opening my legs wide enough to spread my pussy lips open and I feel the air brush against the dampness there. I stand here, naked before you.

“You have a choice, my dear…….the blindfold or the gag.”

“May I ask a question, Sir?” I ask.

“Go ahead.”

“What is your preference? Would you prefer to see my eyes or hear my moans?” I ask, mischievously, smiling at you.

Your eyes glint in anger as your hand reaches around and pulls my head back sharply by the hair.

“Do NOT try to tease me, bitch! I asked you a fucking question, and you will answer it!”

I feel tears well up in my eyes, scared by your sudden anger, wondering if this is part of the game. “The, the blindfold, please” I stammer.

You let go of my hair and place a black velvet blindfold over my eyes, completely blocking my vision.

Your hands are on my breasts again, squeezing, rolling my nipples between your fingers and making them hard. Then your warm tongue on them….your teeth biting and I hiss from your sharp nips. You roll them again, making them achingly hard, then I feel something new…….you attached what feels like a small rubber-tipped clamp and tighten it down on my left nipple, then do the same to the right. I gasp at their pinching, and again when you pull on the chain connecting the two, testing their fastness.

“Well now that looks lovely, slut. Does that hurt?”

“A little, yes.”

“Well lets give you something to take your mind off that.” You cup my pussy with your hand, pressing a finger into my slit, diverting my attention away from my aching nipples and to my aching pussy. A soft moan escapes my lips as your hand plays against me, but you take it away and soon your finger is in my mouth, letting me taste for myself.

“That’s better. You look so good, Samantha. Hanging there like a good little slut. You look so naughty there with your legs spread for me. ”

I hear movement and your hands are on my waist, holding me steady as I feel your tongue lick at my moist opening. Diving in with your mouth and devouring me, your tongue lapping away at my clit, nipping at it, making me gasp. I can’t stop myself from angling my hips out to you, trying to get more.

You hold me steady by my waist as I moan. I wish I could look down and see you there between my legs, wish I could stroke you, but my blindfold and the ropes keep me from participating. I feel myself getting so close, when suddenly you pull away. I whimper and pant in frustration as your mouth leaves me hanging.

“What’s the matter, slut? Were you enjoying that? ”

“Yes, Sir. Please may I have more?” I whisper.

“Yes, Samantha. There will be more, don’t worry.”

I hang there, catching my breath, wanting you to touch me, to feel your hands on me. I feel you tug on the chain between my nipple clamps, and moan in pain.

“These are a little like a band aid, slut. Its best to take them off quick. ” you say before you tug hard on the chain and RIP the clamps from my nipples, making me cry out in agony. I feel tears well up in my eyes as the sharp, stabbing sensations work through my now overly-sensitive nipples.

I am in my own little world of pain when suddenly, without warning, you are behind me sliding your cock into me in one long thrust.

“Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk!!!!!” I cry out, unsure myself whether it is in pain or pleasure. You hold yourself deep inside me….. your hands steadying my hips against you…your warm breath on the back of my neck as you breath deeply. You slide out of me slowly, letting just the tip stay inside, then slide ever so slowly back in, letting me feel each inch of your cock spread me.

The sensations down below divert my attention from the sharp pain in my nipples as you begin a slow, torturous fuck……never picking up speed, just ever so slowly filling me then subsiding, over and over. Just your thick cock taking me, exploring me from the inside out…..filling and subsiding, filling and subsiding.

I hang there gripping the straps, concentrating on the feeling in my cunt, your slowness making me crazy. I tighten my muscles around you trying to increase your excitement to make you go faster. You stop, letting me unclench, then begin your slow thrusts again. I tighten on you again and am rewarded by a low groan from you.

“Please” I whimper “More…..please go faster.”

“You want more, slut?”

“Oh god yes, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me faster, Sir. This will drive me insane, please go faster!”

“No, I won’t go faster just yet. But I will give you more.” And with that you slide a finger up against my ass, rubbing my little hole in a circular motion. “How about here? This seems about right.” And you press against my ass, the tip of your finger sliding in.

“oooooooooooh” I moan, feeling you invade me.

You press harder, pushing your finger all the way inside my ass while you continue to fuck me slowly.

“You told me that you like to play with your ass, didn’t you slut?”

I nod my head.

“Mmm hmmm. You like to put in that nasty little plug while we talk on the phone, don’t you? ”

I nod again.

“I think you need more than a plug Samantha. You’ve never been properly fucked in the ass by a real man, have you?”

I whisper no, shaking my head, now understanding why you’ve been going so slow, saving yourself for my ass.

You pull out of my pussy. The cold lube dripps down my ass crack and you work it in, preparing my hole for you. The tip of your cock presses against it and I try to move my hips forward to get away, but you hold me still.

I try to relax as you press gently but insistently, the tip of your cock spreading me as I take a deep breath, and you finally pop in. You give a low, guttural groan as the head of your cock is trapped inside my tight ass. You press a little harder, the lube letting you slide easier now, feeding me inch by inch.

My mouth opens but I can’t speak. The sensations are so intense….being spread so wide……so much different than my little plug……..I keep waiting for the tapered end to pop in, but it just keeps going and going. This is real……….really your warm, thick cock sliding into my rear passage.

You finally stop, and I feel impossibly full, so spread. You pull out a couple of inches and work back in, letting me get used to the feeling.

“Ohhhhhh god, Seth…….you’re so fucking thick!” I pant, throwing my head back.

You give me a couple short strokes then reach around me, your fingers finding my clit again, making me jerk against the length of your cock. You begin to fuck me slowly as your fingers strum in time against my pussy. As you pick up speed your other arm is around me, holding me tight as you take my ass. I can feel your balls knock against the bottom of my pussy with your every thrust.

I am beyond words……..the feeling of being taken is indescribable, and all I can do is moan from all the things your hands and cock are doing to me. I feel so dirty and depraved, bound here while you take my ass – the fact that it all feels so good makes it seem even more shameful.

You don’t speak to me as you take me, going faster and faster, reaming me. Your fingers moving wildly against my clit in time with your quickening thrusts, taking me to the edge……the friction between us makes my ass so hot…..I can feel my wetness seeping down to the tops of my thighs. I can’t stand it anymore…….your fingers press into my clit hard, and you send me over the edge, my whole body jerking in my ropes, throwing me back against you and driving you deep into my ass……..my pussy and ass convulsing as wave after wave hits me and I pant like an animal.

You feel my orgasm wrack my body, and it takes you over the edge with me……thrusting deep inside my ass as you shoot your hot, sticky cum inside…..filling me as your arms pull me back against your body tightly.

We stand there dazed, your arms around me…… your cock softens inside me and you pull out, leaving me with a warm reminder of your visit. I slump in my ropes, my arms and legs sore. I hear you walk out of the room in my daze, and wonder if you are going to leave me here like this all night.

But you soon return, and I feel a towel, hot and wet, as you clean me off. You undo my ankle restraints, rubbing the inside of my thighs to relax the muscles there. Then my wrists, taking my arms down and rubbing them as well. You leave the blindfold on as you pick me up and carry me to the bedroom, placing me gently on the bed and sliding in beside me.

You kiss me softly, soothingly. You finally remove my blindfold and I blink several times. I see you studying me, wondering what I am thinking.

“How do you feel?” you ask, tentatively.

I consider my reply. “Thoroughly taken,” I joke lightly.

“Thank you for that. You were wonderful. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, I’m fine. A little dazed and sore, but fine.” The truth is, I don’t know how I feel about it. I’ve never been taken like that before. I’ve never been tied or blindfolded or had my ass used by another before. I still feel a little stunned, but don’t know how to say all that to you. You look at me like you don’t quite buy my answer, but I’m not ready to explain my thoughts to you.

I lay back and close my eyes, tired but also afraid I might start to cry, for some reason. I hear you get up and rummage around, then slide back into bed next to me. I feel fur stroking me and wonder what the hell you’re doing now. I open my eyes and start to say something, but you shush me.

“Lie back and close your eyes. This is to relax you.”

I settle back as you stroke me with a glove covered with soft fur……..stroking me down the center of my chest, across my still sensitive nipples. Across my stomach and down my legs. Petting me all over my body, calming me…………..I drift off into a deep sleep.

***

We spend the next three days just playing. Doing active, winter-time stuff by day like skiing or snow-shoeing, and sliding around on each other by night. We do not repeat that night’s experiment with dominance and submission. There is so much else to do – exploring different positions, learning how to please, making love to each other. Expelling months of pent up passion, finally getting its release in the here and now.

I have loved every minute of it. But a single fantasy plays out in my mind as I sit here with you. One that I have had in my head for months. A dream of taking you where you need to go.

We sit here, awaiting the evening’s inevitable love-making………you have been an amazing lover. So good to me, taking me, using my body as I have yearned for. But there is something left undone. I can feel your departing flight two days from now like a chain around my neck. And I know that I have to do this. I have to explore this with you.

I excuse myself, whispering to you……..”why don’t you get comfortable for me, sweetie…….I’ll be right back.”

I leave you, putting on a new little outfit in the bedroom that I bought while thinking of this fantasy. A leather bustier with laces up the front, leather panties with a zipper running from front to back, and black stiletto heels. I wriggle into the corset, making sure it is tight enough to please, but lose enough to breath and move. I gather a little bag of goodies and return to the living room.

I return to see you naked, lowering the lights, turning to see me strut into the room in my slut heels. My back erect, breasts thrust out……ready to take you. I come to you and take your hand, guiding you up against the wall of the living room.

“Seth,” I whisper.

“Damn, girlie………where did you get that outfit? You look so amazing Samantha!”

I raise up on tiptoes and kiss you hard, mashing my mouth against yours and pushing my tongue inside you. My leather-clad body presses against yours, transmitting my passion to you.

You start to put your arms around me but I bat your hands away and step back.

“What the….” You start to ask.

I press my finger to my lips “Shhhhhhhh………just stand there and be quiet, sweetie, please?” I ask sweetly.

You smile a knowing grin, but I know that whatever you are thinking, it is completely wrong. You look like that dog who thinks he’s going for a nifty car ride and doesn’t realize that he’s really going to the veterinarian. You have no idea where this ride is really going.

I take out the same wrist cuffs and rope that you used on me and attach the cuffs to you. You let me tie your arms over your head, the rope looped over the beam overhead as you once did to me. You must think that I’m so cute, playing like this – I can see it in that condescending little smile on your face.

I step back and consider you. So strong and tall there in the middle of my living room, with your arms raised up over your head.

I put my hands on my hips and frown at you. “I’d wipe that snotty little smirk off your face if I were you, Seth.”

You face drops, unused to my commanding tone of voice. I take out a bandana and fold it up lengthwise. I walk up behind you, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and wrap the bandana around your head as a gag. I tie it off behind your head and run my fingers down your back, caressing you. Sliding my hands down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks, and then SMACK. Spanking your right cheek just once, but hard.

I move away from you and sit on the coffee table and pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer. I know you hate smoking, and wonder how much this will piss you off. I light the cigarette – my first since you’ve been here – and take a long, luxurious drag, letting the sinful smoke fill my lungs. God I’ve missed this. I cross my legs and look at you. Just looking at you makes me start to moisten in my leather panties.

“You’ve been very good to me this week, Seth. It has been more than I could ever have imagined. We’ve done a lot of exploring, haven’t we? Two little adventurers, you and I. But I can think of someplace we haven’t been yet. Can you?”

I look into your eyes, into your core and you finally nod your head. You finally understand what this is about. All of those conversations on the computer and on the phone. Things you wouldn’t normally tell someone just come out. And they can come back to haunt you.

“You’re a very strong man, sweetie, and I admire you for it immensely. You came here and took command of my body, took me to places I didn’t even know about. But we both know that you need to explore a different path. Exploration is what this week has been about, isn’t it? Exploring each other’s bodies, minds, lives. But I can’t send you back home the day after tomorrow without exploring just a little bit more, sweetie.”

I stub out my cigarette and walk to you. Standing in front of you, my hands playing across your chest……my tongue swipes at your nipples, and travels down the center of your chest, leaving a wet trail of saliva cooling on your skin.

I bend over and lick your semi-hard cock a few times, then suckle on you, raising you to full mast. My hands grab at your ass cheeks, kneading them as I work on your cock with my mouth. Having gotten you sufficiently hard, I move around behind you and kneel. Spreading your ass cheeks, I slide my warm, wet tongue down your crack from top to bottom. Taking your deep moan as encouragement, I lick up and down your ass, finally zeroing in on your little hole. My tongue makes lazy circles, relaxing you. I pull away and coat my index finger with saliva and press it up against your hole. You try to move away, but my arm steadies you in your ropes.

I push in gently, but insistently, working my finger into your ass. I press and press, and your ass finally accepts it as I work it in. I push into the first knuckle, then the second, and then I’m all the way in. This is a new sensation to you, and I reward you by reaching around and stroking your cock as my finger strokes you from the inside.

I remove my finger, coat it with lube and then work it back in. Making your ass nice and slippery for your new toy. I work the lube around your tight little hole and pull my finger out. Out of my bag of tricks come a brand new, slim anal plug. You see it come out of the bag and your eyes widen.

“I bought this just for you, Seth. Never been used.” I lick the plug up and down, then letting you watch as I work some lube onto it. Its not very big at all – a beginner plug, really. But it is thick enough for a AA battery and has a nice little remote control unit, too.

I press the narrow tip of the plug against you, starting to work it inside. You twist in your ropes, and I slap your cock lightly.

“Settle down, sweetie. If I can take your thick cock up my ass, you can surely handle this little thing. Now be a good boy for me. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” I twist the plug back and forth, insistently working it in. I take my time with you, letting you get used to it, pulling it out a little and then in. Opening up your tight ass for me, I finally push the plug and the whole thing slides in with a pop…….the flared base nestled between your cheeks.

Your cock is rock hard, and I reward your fine work by licking you up and down, sucking on the head for a bit. Satisfied with my work, I disappear to the bathroom to wash my hands, and return to see you with your legs spread wide, trying to relieve some of the pressure from the plug.

“So what do you think?” I ask, rhetorically. You moan through your gag, eyes revealing half lust, half fear of this unknown. I pick up the remote control and turn it on the lowest setting…….I can’t hear it, but judging from the way your body jerked, it did indeed turn on.

“How does it feel to not be in control?”

You look down at me sharply.

I am now walking a very thin line, I feel. The line between taking you down a path and shoving you down it against your will.

I set a low, wide stool in front of you, about a foot high and three feet wide. A step, really. Just high enough to get me face to face with you.

I reach down and unzip my leather panties, stepping out of them. Stepping up onto the stool, I straddle your hard cock and let it nestle up against my pussy. I brace my hands on your broad shoulders and work my hips back and forth, sliding against you. Feeling your cock rub along the length of my folds. I turn off your little vibrator to let you savor this feeling while I move my hips back and forth, working you deeper into my wet folds, but not penetrating me.

We both moan from this luxurious feeling, my pussy getting wetter and wetter against your cock. I want to slide your cock into me so badly, but it isn’t part of my plan. I manage to tear myself away from you and kick the stool to the side. Both of us wanting so much more.

I collect myself and take my next toy from the bag. A nice purple jelly vibrating dildo with a suction cup on the end. You look a little nervous, so I tell you to relax – its for me, not you.

I take the stool and I previously stood on and place it about ten feet in front of you. I lick the suction cup of the dildo and plant it on the stool, the fake cock sticking up obscenely.

“What do you think? Like it?” I ask.

You nod your head furiously.

“Well, good. Because I want you to watch me. I want to make you cum without even touching you, Seth.” You look at me like I’m nuts.

“Well, we’ll see.”

I undo the top couple of laces of my leather bustier, enough to be able to lift my breasts up to sit on top. I stand over the stool and look into your eyes while I squeeze and pinch my breasts, then rub the tips of my nipples with my palms. God, I’m so excited they ache……that wonderful ache that makes them beg to be pinched. And I do indeed pinch and roll them between my fingers, my eyes never leaving yours. My right hand travels down and rubs the outer lips of my pussy, feeling the wetness that has seeped out.

I slide a finger in, coating it with my juices and bring it to my mouth, licking it clean. My finger snakes back in between my folds as I stand and spread my legs. Rubbing my hand up and down, feeling how juicy I am, how warm. Rubbing myself, my eyes never leaving yours…..my hips starting to move against my finger.

I massage my pussy while my left hand flicks my left nipple, then the right. My mouth slightly open, I start to moan as I play with myself……my finger finds my clit and rubs in wide, lazy circles. And still I look deep into your eyes.

I slide my finger inside, and feel how slick and ready I am. I drop to my knees, poised over the dildo that has been waiting for me patiently. I slide against its length, wetting it, and hover over it.

I look at you “Don’t you wish this were you, sweetie?” I ask as I sink down on the fake cock, taking its thickness inside me, working myself down on it with a groan.

“Ohhh that feels good.” I moan. “Its so thick, Seth. Just like you.”

I slide up and down on the dildo, my knees spread on either side of the low stool. I’m so wet that it slides in without any resistance.

The look on your face is priceless. Your cock is rock hard and your eyes are glazed over with lust and resentment as you pull on your ropes, trying to get free. But you know you can’t. Just as I knew I couldn’t get free the other night. We both know that you have to stand there and take this, just as I did.

I ride the fake cock, moaning……it really does feel so good. Knowing that you are watching me, taking in my every movement makes it so much more exciting. I pick up the hand-held control unit for the dildo in my left hand, and your control unit in my right. I turn them both on low at the same time, sending the same low vibrations to both of us at the same time. We both moan from the sensations……….I sink down on my dildo, feeling the ripples all through my cunt.

I sit on my dildo and return to rubbing my pussy with my right hand while I caress my tits with the left. It all feels so good, and so naughty to be displayed to you like this. Filled to the hilt with vibrating cock while I rub my clit………so delightful as all the while I am looking into your eyes. I can’t stop moaning your name as you watch me masturbate myself.

I resume fucking myself, my hips moving up and down slowly at first, feeling every inch of the cock filling me. But I can’t stop myself from moving faster now as I turn up both of our controls to a nice medium buzz. I see you jerk again from the sensations, your hips starting to move back and forth in that ancient rhythm, your cock desperately wanting something, anything.

You start to close your eyes and I speak sharply at you…”Seth! Don’t you dare close your eyes……….Look At Me! I want you to see me when I cum, sweetie. Don’t you want to see me do that?”

You nod your head weakly as I hold your gaze. I begin to feel sorry for you, but then remember why I am here. And so I fuck myself faster, bouncing up and down on the purple cock while my fingers beat furiously against my clit.

“God it feels so fucking good, Seth. My clit is so hard right now. ”

I slow down, taking long strokes, catching my breath. I turn off the vibrations of your plug, letting you take a breather as well. I love being on the brink, taking myself to the edge and backing away. My hips moving slowly as I give my clit a short rest and bring both of my hands up to squeeze my tits again. I move slowly for a couple of minutes, lazily pleasing myself.

I moan into your eyes, seeing your frustration build with no where to go. My own need starts to build again, as I pick up my pace and my hand returns to my clit. I rub it in tight little circles as I take the dildo a little faster. I know I’m close as my pussy tightens around it, so I fuck it faster as I turn on your plug back on, this time on high. You almost leap into the air, so I turn it down a bit………mmmmmm……judging from your moans, that must be hitting something right.

My breasts bounce as I rise and fall on the stool, filling myself so selfishly while you dangle only ten feet away. My right hand beating away at my clit, working it harder and harder as I feel my orgasm build and we look into each other’s eyes.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I gasp as my orgasm hits, my pussy contracting against the cock, my whole body jerking in time with my contractions. I see your hips thrusting into the air, and the cum shoots out of you, arcing into the air and hitting the hardwood floor between us. Both of us cumming and groaning together, but so far apart.

I turn off both of our controls, the buzzing finally quieted. The room silent except for our short, ragged breaths and the crackle of the fire. Your drops of cum glisten on the hardwood floor between us. Already on my knees, I get down on all fours and crawl to the closest drops. I look up into your eyes as I lean down and lick up your cum. I travel across the floor on my hands and knees, cleaning up the next drop, and the next……..wiping up your cum with my tongue. Savoring your essence.

I kneel behind you and remove the plug, coaxing you to relax…..it pops out and you are visibly relieved as your body seems to deflate a bit. I stand and undo your wrist restraints; remove your gag and give you water to drink. Then I take your hand and lead you into the bathroom.

We shower together silently, simply getting the job done. Not trying to excite or titillate. Simply washing. We dry off with warm, fluffy towels and crawl into bed together naked.

I wonder what you are thinking, whether you are angry or hurt or what. But I let you take your time and don’t press. We lay together, with you on your back and my head on your chest. My leg drapes over yours as my fingers lazily caress your chest and side.

I look up at you. Your eyes are closed, but I know you’re not sleeping. I reach up and stroke your cheek with the back of my fingers. Your eyes open, looking at me curiously.

You pull me up on top of you…..our lips meet in a kiss so sweet and soft but filled with passion.

A kiss filled with promise.

THE END