Moves
First, before I tell this story, let me say that it will sound highly improbable. Having said that, I will leave it to you to decide if it really happened or if it is just the daydream of an older man who would like to believe such things are possible.
I met M (I’ll call her that to protect her identity) in the normal course of the work we both do. She is much younger than I, but after running into her at several different work-related events, we came to think of each other as friends. From time to time, I flirted with her a bit, thinking that because I was so much older, she would think me harmless, but of course wishing that she wouldn’t.
During one of our conversations, I mentioned some documents that I had put together which were related to our work. She expressed an interest in reading them, indicating that she thought they might be helpful to her. I promised I would get them to her when the chance came up.
A few weeks later, I had occasion to visit a city about an hour’s drive from the small town I live in. I was pretty sure that she lived near that same city, so I called her and asked if she lived close enough to the city that I could drop off the documents on my way. She indicated that that would be okay with her, gave me the address, instructions on how to get there, and asked what time I would be there. I told her that I figured I would leave after lunch, around one, and so I would probably get there around 2:00 to 2:15.
As luck would have it, a little later that morning I got a call from my boss asking if I could meet with her around 4:30 that afternoon. Before I thought about it, I said yes. It dawned on me as soon as I hung up that I would be cutting it very thin to drop off the documents, get to the city and conduct my business there, and get back by 4:30, so I just decided to leave right away. It was around ten, so I called M, figuring I would ask if I could come by around 11:30 or so, but no one answered. I decided to leave anyway, thinking I could just leave the documents in the door or something if she wasn’t home.
I had asked directions from her earlier when I called, and I had no trouble finding her house. I recognized her car in the drive and the nameplate by the front door was correct, so I parked at the curb and walked up to the front door. The door was slightly ajar, which I thought was a bit odd, but then in small towns, people are often not careful about those things, so I didn’t think much about it. I knocked two or three times, but no one came to the door, so I scribbled a note on the cover of the documents and went in, thinking I would put them on a chair or somewhere that she would see them.
As soon as I entered the house, I heard a soft moaning sound coming from a hallway off the living room. My imagination immediately took over. Was someone hurt? Was there an intruder? Was that why the door was open? My first impulse was to call out, but I just as quickly decided that if there was an intruder, I didn’t want to call attention to myself, so I proceeded as quietly as I could into the hallway. At the end of the hall, there was a door partly open. At that moment, I heard the moaning again coming from the room behind the door. I peered cautiously through the partly open door, fearing what I might see. What I saw is as vivid to me now as when I first looked into the room .
M was lying on the bed, her head on a pillow, her eyes closed. Her copper-colored hair fanned out framing her face. The contrast between her hair and the black silk slip she wore seared my eyes. I took in every detail in an instant: the soft, shimmering light of candles in the room; her slip off her shoulder, exposing one delectable breast; her bare, milky white legs raised slightly at the knees, her fingers moving gently between her legs just out of sight under the slip; the vibrator beside her on the bed next to a copy of Penthouse opened to the reader letters. I knew I should have just backed quietly down the hall and left, but I was mesmerized, frozen in place by her absolute stunning sexiness!
I watched for what seemed like an eternity, but could only have been a minute or two. She began to move her hips and the slip inched upward until I could see her labia, swollen and glistening with her wetness in the candlelight. It was a totally surreal moment, made even more dreamlike by the fact that her sweet, tantalizing little pussy was completely hairless. My cock was beginning to swell and grow warm and thick, pushing against my jeans. She opened her eyes but, luckily, didn’t look my way.
Instead, she picked up the vibrator and turned it on. She closed her eyes, lay her head back against the pillow with her mouth slightly open, and began teasing her clit with the vibrator. A soft moan escaped her open lips, making me literally weak in the knees. The sight of her lying there so completely engrossed in her pleasure and so vulnerable aroused me more than I could believe.
Again, I knew I should leave, but it was as if I was held there by some invisible power. As she began undulating her hips gently, pushing her clit against the vibrator, I stepped forward as if drawn to her by the sheer force of her desire. She must have heard my movement because she suddenly opened her eyes and looked directly at me. The expression on her face was first shock, then recognition, then utter embarrassment. In an instant her face and neck flushed a bright pink. In a flash, so quickly I hardly realized what she was doing, she leaned forward, grabbed the coverlet folded neatly back at the foot of the bed, and fell back pulling it over her body and her face. In my humiliation at being discovered in her home, staring at her nakedness like some perverted voyeur, I began to back quickly down the hall, but even before I reached the living room, it struck me with a dumbfounding amazement that she hadn’t cried out—hadn’t screamed at me to get out of her house. In fact, she hadn’t made a sound.
Like a figure in a dream, I stumbled stupidly forward into the bedroom. She was still lying completely motionless beneath the coverlet. I stepped toward the bed as if in a daze. It was then I noticed an open drawer in a dresser that I hadn’t been able to see from the doorway. In the drawer was an assortment of sex toys including various dildos, handcuffs, a small supple looking whip, a blindfold, and some other items I didn’t recognize. That open drawer spoke volumes. Emboldened by this revelation, I stepped to the side of the bed. From under the coverlet, she whispered so softly and meekly that it might have been a whimper, “I’m sorry.”
I stood silently for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts enough to understand why she would apologize to me! Then it came to me in a moment of complete clarity and I understood.
As sternly as I could, I barked, “You should be sorry, you dirty little slut, lying here playing with yourself and dreaming your perverted little fantasies. You knew I was coming later and you started thinking about me and getting all aroused, so you decided get yourself off with one of your secret toys.
(It didn’t matter that her fantasy might not have been about me at all. I knew that now it was about me.) You need to be punished. Roll over onto your stomach and don’t look at me!”
Underneath the coverlet, she did exactly what I had told her. I reached up and pulled back the cover. Her slip was still bunched up halfway up her ass, and what a lovely ass! “Pull your slip up,” I commanded. “ I want your ass bare so you can take your punishment.”
She didn’t hesitate at all. She reached back with both hands and pulled her slip up to her waist.
The sight of her completely naked ass was absolutely beautiful.
“What a pretty little ass,” I said. “It’s too bad I have to spank it because you are such a slut!”
I didn’t use the whip from the drawer. I wanted to feel her naked flesh on my hand. I slapped her ass soundly several times until it was pink. By the time I finished, she was moaning and saying, “I’m sorry” over and over again.
“Shut up, cunt,” I told her. “I’ll let you know when you can talk. Now spread your ass cheeks so I can see what you’ve been playing with. Get up on your knees so I can get a good look!”
She spread her sweet little cunt for me. I unzipped my jeans, took out my cock and began stroking it. She could tell what I was doing and tried to sneak a look. “Don’t look at me, you dirty little slut, or I’ll have to blindfold you.”
She started to turn her head again, so I slapped her ass. I stepped to the drawer, took out the blindfold, and put it in place, covering her eyes. “That’ll keep you from looking, cunt. Obviously, you need to be punished some more. Get off the bed and on your knees. You’re going to lick my balls and cock, but you can’t see them.”
I grabbed her hair and touched my cock to her lips. She immediately started licking, circling the tip of my cock with her tongue. “Lick the whole length of it, you little cum sucker. If you don’t do it like I like it, I’ll fuck you in the mouth.”
She stopped licking. “So that’s the way it is. Open your fucking mouth.” She did and I slid half the length of my cock in. “Suck it, baby. You like that hard cock in your mouth, don’t you bitch?”
She tried to answer, but I pulled her head forward with her hair, forcing my cock even deeper in her mouth. She began to move her head, literally fucking me with her mouth. When I felt I was almost going to cum, I pulled out of her mouth. “Get on the bed on your back and spread your legs, slut. “ She got up obediently and lay back on the bed with her legs spread. Her pussy was glistening and wet.
“Spread your pussy open with your fingers.” Her pussy was pink and swollen, her clit a smooth little button. I knelt between her legs and licked the full length of her cunt several times until she began moaning. Then I sucked her clit, flicking it with my tongue. She began moaning and thrusting her pussy against my face. Just when I felt she was about to come, I slipped my finger into her tight little snatch and pressed up hard, hoping I could hit her G-spot. I must have been successful because her whole body seemed to shudder and her stomach muscles began to quiver and, believe it or not, she began to laugh.
At first, I started to get angry, thinking she was mocking me, but then I realized she was just delirious with ecstasy.
I raised up. “Roll over, cunt,” I said. “ Now I’m going to fuck you.” She rolled over and I made her raise her hips while I slipped a pillow under her. I pulled her legs apart, revealing her hot, wet pussy. My cock was rock hard and I teased the opening of her cunt, just slipping and inch or so in and then out.
“Beg for it, bitch. Tell your master you want me to fuck you. Say it, you cunt, or I’ll stop.”
“ Please, master, fuck me now. Please, fuck me.” Her voice was thick with desire.
“Okay, you little slut, you’re finally going to get what you want.” I rammed my cock into that tight, sweet pussy so hard I lifted her off the pillow. She gasped and started to laugh again! I slammed my cock into her again and again, pulling her hips against me each time. As I was fucking her, I reached down and slipped my finger into her pussy along with my cock. I pulled it out and lubricated her anus with her juices. When she was slick, I slipped my finger into her ass. She groaned from the added pressure. I could feel my cock moving in her through the wall of her pussy. I continued to fuck her hard until she moaned so loudly I thought her neighbors would hear us. When she started laughing and squeezing my cock with her cunt, I knew she had come again. By then, I didn’t want to hold back anymore. When I started to cum, I pulled out and came all over her ass and back.
“Roll over, bitch. If you beg, I’ll let you lick your juices and my cum off my cock. I may even let you see it. Ask me if you can lick my cock clean. Beg like a good little slut and I’ll let you see what you’ve been enjoying.”
“She rolled over and, in a very meek voice, begged, “Master, may I lick your cock clean. Please let me, master and I promise I’ll be good.”
With that, I removed her blindfold. When she saw my cock, she greedily tried to suck it into her mouth. “Stop that, you filthy cunt. All you get to do is what I told you. Now lick it clean.” And so she did.
When she finished, I gave her, her last lecture for the day. “From now on, when you want to be a naughty, nasty, little slut and play with yourself, you remember how you will be punished.”
She gave me a very mischievous little grin, and said in a very sweet tone, “Master, I’m soooo sorry.”