“Come to me,” I told her over the phone. It wasn’t a request, or something simply said, it was a command. I knew she was sitting on the other end of the connection twisting her chestnut brown hair in her fingers, slowly pulling the soft curls taunt nervously.
“You know I can’t sir,” she whimpered, “I’m still married, I take that seriously sir, and besides you cannot want me more than what we have shared online and over the phone.” She thought about this as she said it, she didn’t believe her words herself and knew that he wouldn’t either.
“I’m telling you, commanding you to visit your aunt and come to me my slut!”
“No, I can’t sir, please just stop this,” crying slowly as she spoke.
“It’s already taken care of your flight leaves next Friday, no excuses be on the plane, call your aunt tell her you have to come to the area and thought you’d visit. Tell that man of yours that you are just going to visit your aunt and see a girlfriend from college in DC and get on that fucking plane.”
I paused to see how she would respond, I knew that she was wrestling with her own personal demons on this but did not care, my lust, my need, my hunger for her had taken over. I had to feel the softness of her skin, the strength of her lips pulling at my cock as she so claimed she wanted to do. I needed to feel the wet liquid heat seeping from between her legs and covering my fingers when I would slide my digits inside her open pussy. I had to feel the way her ass would grip my cock the first time I would sodomize her. I had to be able to spank her, and tease her nipples with my teeth, to break her down and make her whimper beneath me and to finally take her and make love to her and cum inside her once and for all.
“Sir, I will think on this, perhaps I will make it but as I said I can make no promises,” she fearfully whispered.
We struggled the remainder of the week and the days leading up to the flight whether she would come to me or not. She was vehemently refusing but also had moments of breakdown stating that’s all that she wanted to do, see me. When the day finally came she was online that morning, I knew exactly when she would have to leave the house to make it to the airport and on time for her flight. I watched as the minutes ticked by and she still had avoided my questions about if she were prepared to come or not. Finally with a fifteen minute window of opportunity left she told me she had a meeting in the office and would be out the rest of the day but she would be online or give me a call later that night.
I must admit, I was irate at that moment. I didn’t think rationally, nor did I for a few hours later. That was until I realized she may just be planning on showing up at her aunts and calling me, telling me she was ready to be picked up. I waited, impatiently, trying to write, cleaning up the house, playing games on the computer, everything I could think of. It had only been four hours and I was ready to unleash my pent up frustrations on something, anything at that point.
Around 7:30 p.m. that night the phone rang, “Sir, I’m so close to you right now, do you really want to see me, your little slut?” she asked with that telltale nervous giggle and sultry voice.
“I would see you if you were near, just how close are you my pet?”
“Look out your front door and see sir.”
At that moment the doorbell rang and I almost jumped out of my skin if that were possible. I had always been the hunter and dominant one with this young lady. I opened the front door and was greeted by one of the most gorgeous creatures to ever walk the face of the earth. (In my opinion at least). Not a word was spoken she just walked past me with bags in hand and threw them in the foyer at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face me. She pushed the door closed and leaned forward. One kiss and I knew that I had been right about her all along. Her mouth tasted sweet, like cherry’s and her body yielded to my touch at once. She was shivering, whether it was due to the cold outside or simply her own nervousness or fear I couldn’t determine, I suspected a bit of both.
I took her hand and lead her up the stairs to the living room. Once there I pulled her coat off and threw it on the floor. Fuck politeness I thought, I knew this person inside and out even if it had only been over the phone and via the internet. I would worry later, the only thing I needed now was do something I had thought about for so long.
The girls mind was racing, she wanted to talk to him before he dominated her as they had talked about but she also wanted to forgo the pleasantries and please him and have him fuck her and use her as she had masturbated thinking about so many times. Even earlier today on the plane she had been forced to touch herself to relieve some of the giddy anticipation inside her body. She knew he would know soon enough that she was sans panties or bra as he had instructed. She didn’t care about the formalities, she was his already and prepared for him to take her.
