The meeting came after a long communication over the Internet. She advertised originally saying that she wanted a man to tell her what he would do to her and tell her what he wanted her to do. She was married and did not want a meeting. It was to be a cyber sex relationship.
They exchanged stories, dreams, fantasies and feelings. Each was articulate and imaginative and he fully met the need that she had been feeling when she advertised. Through their messages, he had tested her every limit and populated her dreams. At night her husband had routine sex with her and was surprised by her explosive orgasms as she lived out submission to her cyber lover in her head.
The change came about when her cyber lover one day told her that he would be passing through her home town and they agreed to meet over lunch. It was a very nice meal. He was charming, exuded authority and was excellent company. It just seemed impossible to come so close and do nothing more than eat together before parting.
Just because of who she was meeting she had prepared as she would for no other encounter. Her normally conservative dress remained on the surface, but underneath she was wearing stockings, suspenders, no knickers and her pubic mound was as smooth and hairless as the day she was born. Her smart suit covered a see through blouse beneath which she was bra-less, and she wore a long, light scarf around her neck and covering her cleavage.
There had been no discussion of sex being a part of the meeting. They had talked only of wanting to turn each other into real people rather than the images they held from their messaging. That said, there had to be the possibility and she just needed to present herself in a way that she thought was appropriate to this man.
She wondered what was going to happen as he paid the bill and rose to leave. The anti-climax of walking away at this moment would be enormous. At the door she was feeling despondent until he pointed to his car and said.
“Would you like to come back to my hotel room to continue our chat. I am so enjoying your wonderful company.”
Her heart leapt, she flushed and a tingle ran through her body.
“Ohh! Yes, yes. I would love to.”
They got into the BMW and in a few moments they were in the spacious room of a very good hotel. He took a bottle of champagne from the mini-bar and she realised immediately that he had planned to bring her back here. She was thrilled. As he poured two glasses of champagne, she removed her scarf and undid the buttons of her suit jacket.
He placed the glass in her hand and they toasted each other's friendship before he commanded her in a much stronger voice than he had hitherto, to: “take off all of your clothes.”
Despite the obvious expectation of sex, it was a shock. She put her glass on the table and without a word she did as she was instructed. He picked up her scarf, tied her wrists firmly behind her back and told her to kneel. When he undid his trousers she opened her mouth and leant towards him before the very stiff prick sprung out.
When she sucked her husband, he liked it alright, but he never took control. She wanked him into her mouth and sucked a bit as she moved her mouth around him. As soon as she thought he might be getting a bit close she stopped and they moved on to other things. That wasn't the way it was going to be now.
He dug his fingers into her hair with one hand while the other thrust his prick into her waiting mouth. She had spent many hours thinking and dreaming about the throat fucking that he had described to her frequently in their mails. She had orgasmed many times on the image of that oral violation while her husband licked her clit or poked her.
Now her mouth was full of pumping meat. She was already gasping for air and she was marvelling at the size of what she was trying to accommodate. Before she could get her thoughts together he wanted her fully. He pulled her head firmly onto him and the cock head pressed to her throat. Panicking, but remembering the computer based training at the same time, she swallowed the rigid dick and felt it pass into her to its full length. Never had she experienced anything like this. Her nose was crushed flat into his pubic bone and his balls slapped against her chin. Pulling her hair hard and with his other hand under her chin, he fucked her face hard for several strokes before her gag reaction became too strong, and he had to withdraw for her to gasp and nearly throw up. Just a second or two of respite and then the hard prick was back in her mouth and probing her throat. Steadily she regained some composure, and began to be able to suck and lick between getting her throat fucked with all the force and speed of anything she had ever taken in the cunt. It was frightening, thrilling, choking and jaw aching all at once.
Her husband had once or twice cum in her mouth, to her great annoyance and turning her off completely. Each time she had spat it out just as soon as she could. This time she knew that was not an option and it was not long before she felt the pulsation that told her she was going to get a mouthful. Of course he never offered to withdraw or even tell her when it was coming. He just held on tight and gave her the lot. He held her into him until he had finished pumping and she swallowed it all down just as fast as she could.
Wow! Her mouth ached like hell, but that must have been the best fuck she had ever had and her cunt hadn't even been touched. He didn't withdraw. The softening dick was still in her mouth as he said: “You have a decision to make. Either you drink the full contents of my bladder, before we leave here,as you said you wanted in your messages, or your credibility and truthfulness is gone and we never contact each other again. If you don't want to do that, it is your decision, but remember that it was you who put the advert on the piss fetish site and you said that you wanted to be told what to do and told what I wanted you to do. Well I am here and I am telling you. What is it to be?”
She could not reply because her mouth was still full of his softening prick and he was holding her face tight into his crotch.
“Before you come to a decision about becoming my personal toilet, I suggest that you have another drink and relax yourself because next I am going to fuck your arse and I need a few minutes to recover my interest if you understand me.”
He undid her wrist bonds and took off all his clothing before sitting down with her while they both finished the whole bottle. They talked about nothing in particular and passed those few minutes without any reference to sex or what he had just had done to her.
A forceful throat fuck was a very big first for her and that was obviously not the end of things. Could he really get it up again after that? Well, she supposed so, since he said that he was going to have her arse. She had been buggered two or three times by her husband. It usually happened when they had a bit too much to drink and the truth was that it had never come to much. He managed to get it in, but not too far and he didn't really get into a full blown fucking action. He just poked around a bit and then went back to their usual routine or actually lost his hard-on because of the booze or not keeping up his interest. This had always been a bit of a regret to her actually. Really getting a hard prick up the arse from a man who really knew that he was going to take it was a turn on. She had really got into messaging about it and every one of her fantasies made the prick bigger, the man nastier and the fuck rougher. She had been happy to stoke up the stories online and now the man was with her. From the throat pounding she had just got, she had to assume that her arse was going to be reamed as well. Her legs went weak. In his stories, his arse fucks never finished there.
As soon as the champagne was finished he told her to lie down on the couch, which she did. He lay beside her with his face to her cunt and offered his prick up to her mouth. He pushed the neck of the champagne bottle into her twat and started licking her clit. She took his soft prick between her lips and worked on him with her tongue.
He stiffened quickly, but continued to work her cunt with the bottle and his mouth until he brought her to a climax. She was enjoying having her mouth filled with him now, but he showed no signs of finishing and he got to his feet. Taking her by the hair, he took her to her feet, bent her over the arm of the couch, and thrust three fingers into her sopping cunt.
He probed her anus with the lubricated fingers before spitting on his hand and making his dick head slippery with saliva. He pressed it to her sphincter and pushed his way into the tight, near virginal, arsehole. She gasped and tried to relax enough to take him, but this was bigger than anything she had taken up there and he was driving home so hard that she felt as though she was going to split in half. It was not long before his pumping action was in enough for her to feel his hips crashing into her buttocks and she knew that he was fully home. The friction and pain began to ease, and she was able to respond a bit as he pulled her onto him with one hand in her hair and the other grasping her left tit.
Nothing had been said since he started the arse fucking until now, and he told her that he was getting close to climax and he was going to give it to her in her mouth. She was to clean him with her tongue when he had done it.
A shiver of revulsion and expectation ran through her at once. She tried to splutter out that she didn't know if she could do that, but was stopped by him pulling out of her arse and plunging her face straight down to him. She opened her mouth automatically and there was no time for thought before the engorged prick was back in and pressing at her throat. She took it full depth and he jetted a smaller second load straight into her stomach. As instructed, she licked and sucked him clean as he softened. There was no doubt that he tasted a little different than the first time, but the fear she had felt at tasting her own arse did not turn out to be so bad.
When he was finished, he told her to get dressed and leave or go to the bathroom and kneel beside the WC. She knew the consequences of either action and it was her decision. She stood up, hesitated a second, looked up into his eyes, and walked into the bathroom.
When she opened her mouth as he approached she felt the most excitement she had ever experienced in her life. At the very first stream of piss that filled her mouth, she pressed two fingers to her clit and shuddered with a huge orgasm. She swallowed the mouthful and opened for the next stream. He must have given her at least half a pint, which she swallowed down without spilling a drop.
He put his hands under her arms, lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply.
“Thank you my pretty little piss pot. Now you may dress and I will take you home.”
He left her a few steps away from her door, with instructions to educate her husband so that she could practice her new skills and to be ready to learn more in their continuing cyber play.
Her sore bum and aching jaw just gave a reminder to the lovely warm glow that she felt and why it was there. She also felt that she really must have a pee before she did a really nice meal for when her husband came home. Now how was she going to explain to her husband that he must TELL her what to do.
They exchanged stories, dreams, fantasies and feelings. Each was articulate and imaginative and he fully met the need that she had been feeling when she advertised. Through their messages, he had tested her every limit and populated her dreams. At night her husband had routine sex with her and was surprised by her explosive orgasms as she lived out submission to her cyber lover in her head.
The change came about when her cyber lover one day told her that he would be passing through her home town and they agreed to meet over lunch. It was a very nice meal. He was charming, exuded authority and was excellent company. It just seemed impossible to come so close and do nothing more than eat together before parting.
Just because of who she was meeting she had prepared as she would for no other encounter. Her normally conservative dress remained on the surface, but underneath she was wearing stockings, suspenders, no knickers and her pubic mound was as smooth and hairless as the day she was born. Her smart suit covered a see through blouse beneath which she was bra-less, and she wore a long, light scarf around her neck and covering her cleavage.
There had been no discussion of sex being a part of the meeting. They had talked only of wanting to turn each other into real people rather than the images they held from their messaging. That said, there had to be the possibility and she just needed to present herself in a way that she thought was appropriate to this man.
She wondered what was going to happen as he paid the bill and rose to leave. The anti-climax of walking away at this moment would be enormous. At the door she was feeling despondent until he pointed to his car and said.
“Would you like to come back to my hotel room to continue our chat. I am so enjoying your wonderful company.”
Her heart leapt, she flushed and a tingle ran through her body.
“Ohh! Yes, yes. I would love to.”
They got into the BMW and in a few moments they were in the spacious room of a very good hotel. He took a bottle of champagne from the mini-bar and she realised immediately that he had planned to bring her back here. She was thrilled. As he poured two glasses of champagne, she removed her scarf and undid the buttons of her suit jacket.
He placed the glass in her hand and they toasted each other's friendship before he commanded her in a much stronger voice than he had hitherto, to: “take off all of your clothes.”
Despite the obvious expectation of sex, it was a shock. She put her glass on the table and without a word she did as she was instructed. He picked up her scarf, tied her wrists firmly behind her back and told her to kneel. When he undid his trousers she opened her mouth and leant towards him before the very stiff prick sprung out.
When she sucked her husband, he liked it alright, but he never took control. She wanked him into her mouth and sucked a bit as she moved her mouth around him. As soon as she thought he might be getting a bit close she stopped and they moved on to other things. That wasn't the way it was going to be now.
He dug his fingers into her hair with one hand while the other thrust his prick into her waiting mouth. She had spent many hours thinking and dreaming about the throat fucking that he had described to her frequently in their mails. She had orgasmed many times on the image of that oral violation while her husband licked her clit or poked her.
Now her mouth was full of pumping meat. She was already gasping for air and she was marvelling at the size of what she was trying to accommodate. Before she could get her thoughts together he wanted her fully. He pulled her head firmly onto him and the cock head pressed to her throat. Panicking, but remembering the computer based training at the same time, she swallowed the rigid dick and felt it pass into her to its full length. Never had she experienced anything like this. Her nose was crushed flat into his pubic bone and his balls slapped against her chin. Pulling her hair hard and with his other hand under her chin, he fucked her face hard for several strokes before her gag reaction became too strong, and he had to withdraw for her to gasp and nearly throw up. Just a second or two of respite and then the hard prick was back in her mouth and probing her throat. Steadily she regained some composure, and began to be able to suck and lick between getting her throat fucked with all the force and speed of anything she had ever taken in the cunt. It was frightening, thrilling, choking and jaw aching all at once.
Her husband had once or twice cum in her mouth, to her great annoyance and turning her off completely. Each time she had spat it out just as soon as she could. This time she knew that was not an option and it was not long before she felt the pulsation that told her she was going to get a mouthful. Of course he never offered to withdraw or even tell her when it was coming. He just held on tight and gave her the lot. He held her into him until he had finished pumping and she swallowed it all down just as fast as she could.
Wow! Her mouth ached like hell, but that must have been the best fuck she had ever had and her cunt hadn't even been touched. He didn't withdraw. The softening dick was still in her mouth as he said: “You have a decision to make. Either you drink the full contents of my bladder, before we leave here,as you said you wanted in your messages, or your credibility and truthfulness is gone and we never contact each other again. If you don't want to do that, it is your decision, but remember that it was you who put the advert on the piss fetish site and you said that you wanted to be told what to do and told what I wanted you to do. Well I am here and I am telling you. What is it to be?”
She could not reply because her mouth was still full of his softening prick and he was holding her face tight into his crotch.
“Before you come to a decision about becoming my personal toilet, I suggest that you have another drink and relax yourself because next I am going to fuck your arse and I need a few minutes to recover my interest if you understand me.”
He undid her wrist bonds and took off all his clothing before sitting down with her while they both finished the whole bottle. They talked about nothing in particular and passed those few minutes without any reference to sex or what he had just had done to her.
A forceful throat fuck was a very big first for her and that was obviously not the end of things. Could he really get it up again after that? Well, she supposed so, since he said that he was going to have her arse. She had been buggered two or three times by her husband. It usually happened when they had a bit too much to drink and the truth was that it had never come to much. He managed to get it in, but not too far and he didn't really get into a full blown fucking action. He just poked around a bit and then went back to their usual routine or actually lost his hard-on because of the booze or not keeping up his interest. This had always been a bit of a regret to her actually. Really getting a hard prick up the arse from a man who really knew that he was going to take it was a turn on. She had really got into messaging about it and every one of her fantasies made the prick bigger, the man nastier and the fuck rougher. She had been happy to stoke up the stories online and now the man was with her. From the throat pounding she had just got, she had to assume that her arse was going to be reamed as well. Her legs went weak. In his stories, his arse fucks never finished there.
As soon as the champagne was finished he told her to lie down on the couch, which she did. He lay beside her with his face to her cunt and offered his prick up to her mouth. He pushed the neck of the champagne bottle into her twat and started licking her clit. She took his soft prick between her lips and worked on him with her tongue.
He stiffened quickly, but continued to work her cunt with the bottle and his mouth until he brought her to a climax. She was enjoying having her mouth filled with him now, but he showed no signs of finishing and he got to his feet. Taking her by the hair, he took her to her feet, bent her over the arm of the couch, and thrust three fingers into her sopping cunt.
He probed her anus with the lubricated fingers before spitting on his hand and making his dick head slippery with saliva. He pressed it to her sphincter and pushed his way into the tight, near virginal, arsehole. She gasped and tried to relax enough to take him, but this was bigger than anything she had taken up there and he was driving home so hard that she felt as though she was going to split in half. It was not long before his pumping action was in enough for her to feel his hips crashing into her buttocks and she knew that he was fully home. The friction and pain began to ease, and she was able to respond a bit as he pulled her onto him with one hand in her hair and the other grasping her left tit.
Nothing had been said since he started the arse fucking until now, and he told her that he was getting close to climax and he was going to give it to her in her mouth. She was to clean him with her tongue when he had done it.
A shiver of revulsion and expectation ran through her at once. She tried to splutter out that she didn't know if she could do that, but was stopped by him pulling out of her arse and plunging her face straight down to him. She opened her mouth automatically and there was no time for thought before the engorged prick was back in and pressing at her throat. She took it full depth and he jetted a smaller second load straight into her stomach. As instructed, she licked and sucked him clean as he softened. There was no doubt that he tasted a little different than the first time, but the fear she had felt at tasting her own arse did not turn out to be so bad.
When he was finished, he told her to get dressed and leave or go to the bathroom and kneel beside the WC. She knew the consequences of either action and it was her decision. She stood up, hesitated a second, looked up into his eyes, and walked into the bathroom.
When she opened her mouth as he approached she felt the most excitement she had ever experienced in her life. At the very first stream of piss that filled her mouth, she pressed two fingers to her clit and shuddered with a huge orgasm. She swallowed the mouthful and opened for the next stream. He must have given her at least half a pint, which she swallowed down without spilling a drop.
He put his hands under her arms, lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply.
“Thank you my pretty little piss pot. Now you may dress and I will take you home.”
He left her a few steps away from her door, with instructions to educate her husband so that she could practice her new skills and to be ready to learn more in their continuing cyber play.
Her sore bum and aching jaw just gave a reminder to the lovely warm glow that she felt and why it was there. She also felt that she really must have a pee before she did a really nice meal for when her husband came home. Now how was she going to explain to her husband that he must TELL her what to do.
