They were both divorced, in their mid-fifties. He was a tad older than she was. They met online through one of those alternative personal sites. Innocuous enough, just a quick online flirtation to get her through, she thought. She had no idea then that a couple of years later, he would rule every erotic impulse in her body. He would be part of nearly her every waking thought.
They corresponded and flirted causally enough a few times a day at first. They were both busy working professionals, with plenty of career and family obligations to keep them busy. But at the end of a long day, when she had a chance to unwind, and he was enjoying a nice cold one, they would connect. He lived on the East Coast, she was in California, so she thought what harm could come of it?
They started having more frequent phone calls and Face time and Skype sessions. First innocent enough, then he would start to tell her to submit and without hesitation, she would. He was soon gradually but mercilessly coming to be in complete control of her body and mind, despite the miles between them.
Sometimes she would be told to simply display herself online for him. He would let her see his physical reaction sometimes, sometimes not. She could hear and sense his intense, powerful passion though. She felt exactly the same way about him. He had a strong, physical need for her, for his release, and she soon did everything within her power to keep his balls empty and her mouth full of his cum. It didn't matter one whit they were 2,000 miles away, she sensed and smelled and tasted him. It was utterly intoxicating.
Then while she as under his spell he told her he would be visiting her town. She was to get a hotel room, pay for it, and wait inside stripped naked, except for a pair of black lacy panties, and painfully high heels. Nothing else except some light make-up. Her blonde hair was to be loose around her shoulders.
She didn't even think of objecting. She couldn't wait until the three weeks until he came; yet he denied her orgasm until he saw her in person. Consequently she was almost beside herself with desire. He teased her about it. Of course he could get her to virtually suck him off or fuck him anytime he wished. He wanted her beyond aroused. He wanted her to be wet the moment she heard his voice or felt his presence. And she was.
It was one of the most libidinous, intense relationships of her life, and he greedily wanted all of her.
As her dominant, he of course was able to fuck and suck anyone else he wished. Sometimes he would, and then tell her about it. This was very painful for her, but as a somewhat masochistic submissive, she was ashamed to say it aroused her to hear the intense details of his adventures.
She knew someday he might ask her to suck and fuck a woman. He had told her as much. Although she was inexperienced in this area, he told her to get ready, because sooner or later he was going to fuck her and another slut together. This aroused her, the thought of it, although she was quite ashamed and somewhat confused. Never having been with a woman, she was also intensely curious. He told her not to worry about it; he would find a perfect younger, pretty, submissive slut when it was the right for them. Right now though they both had their hands full.
Friday nights were their usual connecting time. Being on the West Coast, she was prepared three hours earlier for his call and commands. One Friday, he was especially hungry for her. He asked her to strip completely except a pair of black high heels, black lacy panties, and a sexy black push up bra. She already had her submissive's collar on, which she wore proudly most every day. It showed the world she was owned by a Master, should anyone be so aware. She wore it so proudly, and it aroused her to see it around her neck, knowing what it meant. While the rest of the world probably just thought it was a rather odd-looking lock and pretty silver heavy chain, she proudly wore it nearly every day. It meant she was His: body, mind and soul.
This particular Friday night he had ordered her to trim and shave her pussy closely, and be ready for him. She was permitted to masturbate but forbidden from cumming, which kept her already teaming libido at a fever pitch. It was almost unbearable for her, not to be able to cum. He had the idea though to make her cum just through his voice. He would not be disappointed.
When they went on Skype, she was told to lean over and spread her pussy wide while she bent over in front of the camera. He wanted full view of her wet, open, voluptuous pussy, and tight pink anus. She had a pretty, voluptuous body, long legs and fluffy blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Her breasts were full and lovely.
She was told to display herself this way and that in front of the camera for his pleasure. She was not allowed release, which frustrated her to no end. Soon through her soft moans she could hear and see his cum spurting from his massive cock. She craved to taste it, to swallow it, to make it part of her forever. She was almost crying from the frustration. A few minutes after cumming, he took his own cock in his hand and waved it in front of the camera. "Do you want this, you slut?" "Yes," she whimpered, almost beside herself with sexual frustration and heat. "Tell me." "Tell you what, Sir?" "Tell me how much you want this cock inside your tight little pussy and ass, slut!" "I want it so bad! I want it right now!" "OK then get one of your toys and get yourself off, you sex-crazed little bitch. I wanna watch you cum now."
She scrambled gratefully to her toy box and picked a large, black vibrator. She gobbled it hungrily first in her mouth, getting it wet, making sure it was somewhat larger than was comfortable. She was by now well aware of her own proclivities for pain. "Stuff it in right now, slut, fill your slutty pussy with that big black cock." She did, moaning and pinching her own breasts desperately as she shoved it deeper and deeper inside herself. "You like big black cocks, don't you slut," he said sexily. "Yes Sir!" "Maybe I'll have to find you a black stud out there and watch while he fucks you hard, my Princess." "Yes, Sir!" The thought of that terrified and excited her all at once.
"Come on, fuck yourself silly with that thing." She obediently shoved it deep inside her. Her pussy ached with the size of it, it was so tight it was painful. She rubbed her clit and tits desperately to accommodate it. Soon she was flooded with desire and wetness and was able to fuck herself hard with the massive black cock toy while Master watched. Minutes passed. She was right on the edge of cumming, beside herself with desire and frustration. "OK baby, when I say so I want you to cum hard, you understand?" "Yes Sir!" She was so grateful for being allowed to release, it had been building up so long! Blissful, but also painful minutes ticked by, her pussy stretched relentlessly by the massive black, thick, hard cock. She fucked herself like a madwoman, he was stroking himself, again, amazed he was hard and ready again so soon.
When he sensed she was very close, and the moment was right he said," OK cum for me baby!" In a moment, her body obediently exploded in waves of desire and release. He could hear and see her intense orgasm. She gasped and moaned and rolled around in ecstasy with that huge black toy shoved deep inside her pussy. It pleased and aroused him that she was such a good, obedient slave. After several blissed out minutes, she eased the huge cock out of her pussy and leaned back against the pillows. ''Good girl, baby. Now go clean yourself up, baby." "Yes Master!"
