It began over the internet. Ironically she was the one who had made the first contact. His posted erotic stories on his website had seized her like an array of magnets and over time they pulled at her so relentlessly that she felt she had to reach out to him. One evening, sitting before her monitor trembling and wet after reading his story she summoned her courage and sent him an e-mail:
Hi,
I really enjoyed reading your stories. Are you working on something new? You probably receive thousands of emails everyday but I would love to hear from you.
-Amanda
She was right of course. He received a good amount of emails and even though hers was similar to many of letters he had received over the years, he replied to her and she was delighted with his response. He seemed to sincerely appreciate her interest and encouraged her to keep in touch; and so it began.
Cleverly and steadily, letter by letter she worked to carve a place for herself in his life. She even shared her favorite fantasies; hoping they would hold his interest and they did. Soon he wrote a story just for her. A story featuring an attractive female professional subjugated by her sadistic supervisor. She must have fingered herself silly dozens of times while reading that story over and over. In a very short period of time he had reached her core.
With a little nudging, by Amanda he even agreed to develop a new story line featuring her. He treated her so kindly; she felt (to be fair) she should at least send him photos of herself. Her first photo featured her in a simple but low cut dress with thin shoulder straps. It displayed a good deal of her flesh. Friends had told her it was a great picture and that it made her look hot. The second photo, she told him, was shot by an ex-boyfriend in her at-home office. There was no ex-boyfriend but she hoped the reference would make him a bit jealous and make her appear a little less easy (or desperate). She was nude down to her toes in the picture. His first impression was that she had nice tits, not as large or as firm as she had claimed in her emails, but that didn't matter. He was never much of a 'big boob' man. He could see they were large enough to cradle his cock and that
made them large enough.
Their relationship took seed and followed a predictable progression. First daily emails, then instant messages. It took some time to convince him to instant message. He knew that internet romances burn out far too rapidly when they are pushed too quickly. He convinced her to let the flames grow slowly. Finally the phone calls started to come late at night when his son and grandson were asleep.
"I'm going to Chicago for a long weekend in about a month," he told her late one night. You've got a ton of frequent flier miles just sitting around doing nothing. I want you fly in and meet me. I'll arrange for a hotel room in Chicago"
"But my job?" she protested; but concern about her job was actually the least of her concerns.
"Just arrange a meeting trip and tell your boss the plane was diverted, bad weather conditions, a security problem, you'll think up something. Or just tell him that you decided to take a Friday vacation day. He probably won't even care"
That wasn't true. She knew her boss would complain when she told him she planned to take a vacation day on her way back from a meeting trip. But she would win the argument. She always did.
She told him she would get back to him soon with an answer.
It took her a few days to make up her mind. He didn't push her (he never seemed to push her). She was tempted to pass, although she couldn't say why; fear probably. But it had been a long time since she had a real, stiff, warm human cock up her ass, not a poor plastic or rubber imitation. She needed to know if he would do all the things he had written about so realistically. So curiosity and lust got the best of her.
She agreed to it casually over the phone one night, trying not to show her apprehension that he might have changed his mind or lost interest. Before he responded a shiver run down her back; what would she do if she had already blown it and let him slip away?
"You made a good decision," was all he said.
Amanda silently sighed and took a breath of relief.
A few days later he phoned and told her he had made reservations at a suite hotel just off the Strip. He chuckled, and added,
"A suite will give us additional space and privacy for doing a scene. Normal hotel rooms are too confining. Besides, more space, more props and more ways to play."
She felt a touch of wetness between her legs when he told her that. He didn't chuckle often, she found it endearing.
It took almost a month but finally the plan came together and Amanda found herself stepping off a plane in Chicago. She phoned immediately from the Airport, got him on his mobile, and confirmed that he had checked into their hotel as Mr. Cass.
"I told them my wife, Mrs. Amanda Cass would be coming in on a later flight and would need their shuttle. They're expecting you at the airport courtesy cab desk. Meet me in the hotel lounge. It should take you about an hour. I'll be sitting in a booth on your right as you come in the door. Oh, and Amanda, don't dawdle. I do not like to be kept waiting."
There was some traffic that night, an accident on the Interstate, and so it took a little longer than she expected. She hoped he wouldn't be angry and she also hoped that he would be angry so that she could receive a little 'extra' for being tardy.
She came in the door of the lounge and recognized him immediately. He was wearing a black pullover shirt and tan trousers. She had gone to the hotel directly from the airport and was still wearing a business suit.
He stood as she approached. She wasn't sure if she should kiss him on the cheek or on the lips, or just shake his hand.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi, I'm Master James, and you must be my pet Amanda," he held out his hand and smiled.
"Hi Master James," she took his hand, and returned the smile.
"Let's sit," He pointed to the booth.
She was nervous. She didn't want to believe how nervous she was. She felt a strong need to talk and talk. She told him all about herself in a matter of minutes and peppered him with questions which he answered with short terse replies. His eyes were locked on hers and they were assessing her even as she rambled on and on.
Despite her nervousness they both knew the sexual chemistry between them was good right from the beginning. She knew she could give herself to this man who was old enough to be her father. He was confident without being pushy, sure of himself without being arrogant and he had those 'Do as I say' eyes. Already, her mind began to swim
with fantasies.
"But that doesn't mean I have to be easy," She decided.
Casually, he asked the question, "Are you ready to begin?"
"Here, in the lounge?" Her eyes hinted a touch of fear.
"Why not?" he whispered and flashed an ingratiating smile.
Then he suggested that she to go into the ladies room and take off her panties.
"And my bra?" she offered.
