Authors Note: This is a dark story about the first sexual encounter between a dominant man (a Literotica author) and submissive married woman (a Lit reader and volunteer editor).
Thanks to the real life Samantha for her inspiring idea. Want to try it some time?
Thanks also to "L" for her continued editing assistance.
T_E
Walking naked from my Marriott hotel room's bath, I turned right, walked down the short hall and stopped in the opening to the bedroom. Samantha, (her friends call her Sam), I could see, had followed my instructions perfectly.
Her black dress, black silk bra and thong were draped neatly over the executive high back chair. Next to the chair, on the matching desk lay a rather large, thick, eight inch, purple dildo, a sleek clear three speed vibrator and small bottle of KY anal lube.
Turning my attention to Sam, it amazed me that this was our first meeting. She was completely naked and kneeling on the floor, at the foot of my king-size bed. Her hands are clamped behind her back, causing her giant EE cup breasts to thrust out.
She is freshly shaved and the deep pink color of her pussy lips, indicate a great deal of arousal. Her auburn, shoulder length hair, hangs to her shoulders. Most of her face is covered by the sleep mask I had left for her to wear.
Sam had phoned me from the Marriott lobby, just a short five minutes earlier. In a very sexy, southern feminine voice, she nervously said, "Hi Christopher."
I answered, "Welcome Sam. I'm glad you're here."
Shyly, she responded, "Me too."
"Sam," I continued, "Have you dressed as I instructed? Answer Yes Sir or No Sir."
"Yes Sir."
"Very good! Thank you. Did you remember the sex toys and lube? Answer Yes Sir or No Sir.
"Yes Sir."
"I'm pleased, Sam. Thank you," I said into the phone. "I'm going to give you some simple instructions. I expect you to answer me properly and let me know if you understand."
Sam instantly answered, "Yes Sir."
"My room number is 614. The door has been left ajar. When I finish with your instructions, you are to come directly to my room."
Sam parroted, "I will come to room 614 after you finish your instructions."
"I've left the door open, by using the security bolt. Once inside the room, please close the door firmly and lock it"
"I'll make sure the door is closed and locked, Sir."
"You will place the sex toys and lube on the desk next to my computer."
"I'll do that, Sir"
"Do what?" I asked impatiently.
"I'm sorry Sir! I'll put the dildo, vibrator and lube on the desk next to your computer."
"Very good. Next, you'll undress completely and neatly hang your clothes over the chair, by the desk."
"Yes Sir, I'll hang all my clothes over the chair."
"Thank you. Finally, I've left something at the bottom of the bed. You will put it on, kneel on the floor, face the door and place your hands behind your back."
Sam whimpered, "Oh God. Yes Sir. I'll wear whatever is at the bottom of the bed, kneel on the floor, face the door and my hands will be behind my back."
"You're pleasing me, Sam. I will give you exactly ninety seconds, from the time the door closes, to accomplish everything I've asked."
In a voice barely above a whisper, Sam answered, "Yes Sir. I'll do it in ninety seconds."
I hung up the phone after saying, "Come to me, slut."
Watching from the entryway, just a few minutes later, I could see that Sam is very nervous. Her breathing is shallow and her upper chest is red.
Sam and I had met through Literotica just two weeks earlier. She was listed as a Volunteer Editor. I had written and asked if she would consider working with me. She agreed and an online and phone friendship had blossomed.
Sam is a slut. That's not to say she's easy, because she's not. In fifteen years of marriage, I'm only her third extra marital partner. But once her panties are off, Sam is a wild ass slut. She loves to be dominated. She craves pain. Most importantly, she needs to obediently satisfy her sexual partner.
I continued to watch Sam. She knew I was in front of her, as she could easily hear me, when I came out of the bathroom. Being unable to see me, must be agonizing. I decided to make things even worse.
Walking into the main room, I found my briefcase and fished out my I-Pod. Knowing Sam's attraction to country music, I had programmed an hour of country songs into the I-Pod. I turned on the music. Sam jumped, when I pushed an ear bud into each ear. I pulled on Sam's right arm. When she gave up control of the arm, I slide an elastic I-Pod sleeve up her arm.
The I-Pod was now attached to Sam's upper arm. She was now unable to see and all she could hear is the country songs. My rock hard dick became even harder, as I inspected the mature married woman. I gently pulled Sam's right arm behind her. The slut inside Sam understood that I wanted both her hands behind her back once again.
I combed my fingers deep into Sam's auburn hair; I grabbed a large hand full and lifted her straight.
A deep, "UUUUUggggggghhhhh," escaped her full red lips.
As she groaned in excitement, I pressed the spongy head of my cock against her lips. She groaned again, opened her mouth wide and let me fill her mouth.
A primal, "UUUmmmpphhhh," erupted, as I filled her mouth with hard cock.
In a previous email, Sam had boasted about her oral skills. I wanted to test her limits from the start, so I continued a slow steady invasion of her mouth and throat. I've been gifted with a longer and thicker than average cock. When I hit the beginning of her throat, I still had three inches of meat to feed her.
She gagged slightly, as I pushed into her throat, but she adjusted her throat muscles and took another inch. When she gagged again and tried to pull off me, I squeezed the fist full of hair and used my other hand to hold the back of her head. I let her adjust again, and then using both hands, I worked the last two inches in.
When her lips mashed through my pubic hair and pushed into my groin, she let out a triumphant, "MMMMMmmmmmm."
Sam was a champ and breathed through her nose as I used both hands to hold her stuffed face against my flat pubic area. And then, just as she'd bragged, she started to milk my cock with her throat muscles. She was able to keep up the milking, although she did gag every few seconds.
Her lips were tight around my stalk as I started a slow withdrawal. I pulled out, until just the head was in her mouth and then pressed in again. It didn't matter if I pushed slowly or fast, Sam accepted me deep in her throat over and over.
It was unbelievably exciting to abuse the kneeling married sluts mouth and throat.
When I finally pulled completely from her mouth and stepped back, I was pleased to see her hands were still clamped behind her back. Spit had escaped her mouth, had dripped over her jaw and covered her mammoth tits.
