It was hard to concentrate on the financial model displayed on my laptop. At any moment, I was expecting the arrival of Aimee to my hotel room and my cock was already hard; the pre-cum creating a wet spot on my tented jeans.
We had begun communications following a story she had posted here on Literotica. She and her husband Will were clearly going through a difficult patch in their marriage and our early emails focused on my helping them to heal.
There was, however, an undertone of submissiveness to Aimee's emails. Her Husband had sought to meet this need of her but it had proved difficult while still maintaining a happy and balanced relationship. I began to realize that I could be of help to them both....... And I could have a great deal of fun doing so.
I began to display dominance to Aimee in our emails. I began by asking questions, which, over time, began to be instructions. I played on her sexual reaction to both my posted stories as well as my revelations to her concerning the various sluts I kept online.
My emails grew to occasional chat's; each one becoming more lurid until they were soon feeding Aimee's and Will's fantasies. Their sex life, good even at the worst times, was now exploding each evening and frequently extended to early mornings with Aimee sucking Will's cock prior to waking the children for school.
I also was enjoying the emails and chats..... as I did with all my sluts and other female friends online.
Then I happened to mention in an email that I was traveling on business and would be spending a few days in Cleveland. Unbeknownst to me, Will and Aimee lived in a suburb of Cleveland and the thought of actually submitting to me quickly sprang to Aimee's mind. Her submission to me had become the subject of Will and Aimee's fantasies for awhile and the thought of it actually coming true was intensely erotic for them both.
I was surprised to read the email where Aimee proposed meeting me. Since my wild days in Russia, I had actually limited myself to online playing.......
But, I am, after all, only a man. The thought of this 30-something submissive woman becoming my sexual toy for an evening.... Well that certainly sounded better than the hotel "Adult Movie" selections.
And so it was....
It was still early in the evening when I heard someone knocking at my door.
I walked slowly to the door and peered through the peep hole at a beautiful woman looking nervously around.
I opened the door and could not help but smile at the vision before me. A short, beautiful blonde with absolutely massive breasts swelling beneath a thin, attractive blouse and "fashion" jeans stood before me. She looked distinctly apprehensive as she smiled nervously in return to my own warm expression. .
"You look lovely A... come in" I said motioning her to enter.
"G-g- good to see you.... Oliver......... "Aimee stammered, clearly nervous even as she entered the room.
I closed the door behind me and turned to see Aimee standing there looking anxiously around.
"Go on..." I said shooing her into the living room area of the suite.
I brushed past her and sat in the stuffed chair, leaving her standing nervously in the room.
"I-I-I don't think I can do this Oliver" Aimee said looking at me pleadingly.
I smiled and stood up in front of her. Her eyes went to the floor but I raised her chin until she was looking directly up at me.
"You don't want to disappoint Will, do you?" I said softly.
I moved her chin in a negative response.
"You don't want to disappoint yourself, do you?" I said, again moving her chin gently back and forth again.
"You certainly don't want to disappoint me, do you?"
"No, but its just that...." My fingers suddenly tightening on her chin cause her to pause.
"Sir, A" I murmured.
"No, I-I-I ...."
"Sir! " I repeated more darkly this time, my fingers turning her chin white.
"No, Sir..." Aimee said meekly.
I moved my mouth next to her ear.... "Louder" I almost whispered.
"No, Sir!" she said louder this time.
I released her chin and gently caressed her face, my fingers trailing across her face as I walked behind her, admiring the woman before me. My fingers played in her blonde hair.
Standing so that her ass was now pressed against me, I leaned in, my breath hot on her neck.
"Are you wet?" I murmured into her ear even as my hands caressed her shoulders and arms and moved down to her waist.
"I- I-I don't know Sir, I'm so nervous..." she almost squeaked.
Now my hands roamed over her huge breasts, "Double D's" as she had promised. I let my hot breath caress her neck.
"Oh..oh.." she began.
"I think we should find out, don't you A?"
"Yes Sir" Aimee replied quickly her breathing deepening.......
My hand slid down her belly and un-buckled the fashion belt and just as quickly the jean's button; even as my other hand caressed a large, firm breast over her blouse.
I slide my hand down her abdomen... she wasn't wearing panties as I had instructed.
My finger slid across her trimmed pussy over her clit and into her obviously moist pussy. My fingers curled deeply into her pussy as I almost lifted her up with my hand.
"Oh I would say you are wet, Aimee" I muttered... my fingers curling in and out of her.
I pulled my hand out and put my fingers on her lips...... "Taste yourself..." I instructed.
Aimee's tongue began to tentatively lick at me fingers but I jammed them into her mouth.
"Suck my fingers clean...."
Her lips closed on my hand as I slowly withdrew it from her mouth.
"How do you taste tonight?" I asked.
"G-g-good Sir..." Aimee answered.
"Hmmmmm.... I wonder...." I said plunging my hand back down and into her pussy, my curling fingers scooping her wet up.
As I pulled my hand out, I released her breast and walked around until I was standing close to her and staring down into her eyes.
I brought my fingers up to my mouth and touched the tip of them to my tongue. "Mmmmm.... Yes, quite tasty.... I do love the taste of a woman in heat", I said, a smirk crossing my face.
My eyes locked on hers, I slowly wiped my pussy juice covered fingers across her face and over her mouth....... Her tongue reflexively licked the juice from her lips....
"Yes..... Quite tasty...." I repeated.
I returned to my chair and sat back studying her as she stood there breathing heavily but still shifting nervously.
"Take your clothes off" I ordered firmly.
With only the slightest hesitation, Aimee placed her large purse on the table and began unbuttoning her blouse, taking it off and laying it also on the table.
She wiggled her jeans down, stepping out of them before folding them next to her blouse.
She stood and looked at me....... Now wearing only the bra holding in her heavy breasts.
I said nothing, just continued to stare at her.
Aimee reached behind and un-snapped her bra, catching it in her hands as it slide down off her breasts. Her tits sagged under their own weight, but tipped with pink nipples set on large areolas, they were magnificent.
"Suck your tit..." I instructed.
Her eyes locked on mine, Aimee used both hands to lift her right breast up and noisily sucked the nipple...
I watched, my cock now achingly hard in my jeans. I couldn't help but rub it as I watched her perform.
"Now the other...." I said, watching as she repeated the effort with her left breast.
Hardly skinny, she had a beautiful, womanly body...... which my eyes continued to admire and my cock continued to desire.
But she needed more from me than my admiration or even my lust.
"That's enough....." I instructed.
"Get down on your hands and knees and come here....... Slut". I said slowly and distinctly.
Her eyes flared at the word "slut". In our earlier emails, she had expressed to me her objections to the derisive term.
I met her angry eyes with my own raised eyebrows.
"Do we have a problem, A"? I asked.
"I thought we had uhhh t-t-talked about that..." she said her eyes wavering.
"Come here A" I said motioning over to lap.
She slowly walked over to my chair and began to sit on my lap.
"No!" I said sharply. "Lay across it"
Aimee looked shocked but followed my instructions, awkwardly positioning herself face down across my lap and the arms of the chair.
I allowed myself a soft caress of her full ass displayed before me. I could feel her body shaking as my fingers grazed her pussy and caressed the back of her thighs.
My open hand came down hard on her ass cheek with a loud "THWAAK"
Her hands reflexively moved to protect her butt, but I roughly pulled them away.
"THWAAK"
"THWAAK"
"THWAAK"
The spanks came down repeatedly on her quivering ass cheeks. I could hear her begin to whimper softly as my hand reddened her round ass cheeks.
"Do you know why you are being punished, A?" I said, resting my hand on her now glowing ass.
"N-n-no sir...." Aimee moaned.
"Well.... There are several reasons, actually......" I replied.
"First..... if I want to call you Slut....."
"THWAAK"
"THWAAK"
"THWAAK"
My hand came down, stinging the reddest part of her ass.
"I will.......... Do you understand?"
"Y-y-yes Sir...." She whined.
"THWAAK"
"What are you A?" I asked sweetly.
"THWAAK" My hand encouraged her after a brief delay.
"OUGHHHH....... I-I –I'm a slut sir......"
"THWAAK"
"Yes you are A, A nasty fucking slut!" I intoned.
"THWAAK"
"Now the second reason you are being punished......." I continued.
"THWAAK"
"...is because you forgot to address me as Sir and we simply cannot have that"
"THWAAK"
"THWAAK"
"THWAAK"
Aimee was beginning to sob now...
"P-p-please Sir, I-I-I'll be good....." She whimpered again.
I caressed her head, wiping her tears away with my hand.
"There, there, A, none of that..."
"There's another reason.... Do you know what that is?"
