This is my first story and a huge fantasy for me. I am little nervous, so please don't judge me too harshly but I do look forward to feed back. The story goes from past tense to present, that way you have background before being drawn in. I hope you like it!
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About a year ago, I met the woman would fulfill my dreams and then some, over the Internet. I have always fantasized about finding a woman, I could relinquish all my control and sexual needs to. Someone who understands how to control my cock and my orgasms. A woman who would take great pleasure in doing so.
Over this past year, she has trained me on when I could touch myself, how I should, and when I should stop. First, we started off doing this just through the chat room in which we met. We then moved to emails and chatting, slowly getting to know each other on more than just a sexual level. We connected, clicked. It didn't take long for her to give me her number and we started to chat on the phone, and eventually added in video chatting so she could see exactly what I was doing.
Six months into it and we were talking several times a day. She would always be teasing me even during normal conversations. About five times a week she would order me to get on my web cam, get naked, and call her. Then she would put me through my teasing sessions having me pump my cock, stroke it, use a vibrator on it, everything she could imagine. I never knew when she would let me cum but on average it was about once a week. Sometimes she would ruin my massively built up orgasm and at other times she would force me to continue to stroke and endure massively vigorous post orgasm torture.
We knew a lot about each other's personal lives but she always left out one detail about herself. She never told me where she lived. Finally, she revealed that we were actually about 45 minutes away from one another. My heart leaped and my cock stiffened. I could not believe that she would keep that from me but I was so excited about this I was able to get over the hurt. She asked me what my schedule looked like this week along with what my address was. I told her when I was working and/or when i had plans, along with sending her my address. She said that she was going to stop by and see me but wouldn't tell me when.
The week passed very slowly as I sat at home in anticipation of when she would stop by. I would have the TV on very low, so that I would not miss the doorbell. I sat with butterflies in my stomach thinking about what was going to happen to me when she got her hands on me. It was nearing the end of the week and I had not heard from her nor had she stopped by. I was starting to worry that I had just made a big mistake.
~~~Present day.
It's Friday now, and the day is dragging on. All I can think of is you, and why you have not come over yet. I can't wait for the day to end so that I can get home and sit in anticipation of your arrival. I'm walking across the sales floor. I'm a manager at a large retail store, and I see you standing there waiting for me. I approach you, eyes wide and mouth agape. I say hi, and stand there a little dumbfounded. I'm uncomfortable at first, not knowing what to say but you ease the tension by asking how things are going and other small talk. As I relax, we talk for an hour and you ask if I had taken my lunch and if not if I would like to get something to eat and talk more. I say yes and we walk out to your car.
