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John drove his Towncar toward the agreed meeting place, a hotel with individual Chalets with full privacy for the occupants. He recounted in his mind how they had first met on line. As a hobby and for pleasure, John wrote erotic stories about BDSM and other sexual encounters. The Internet Erotic Story sites published his works online and Libby had chanced to read his stories. She emailed him to inquire of other works and soon an email Pen Pal relationship began.
They exchanged some private and intimate information about one another, including photographs. Libby was a beautiful woman, in her forties, and John was excited to correspond and eventually meet her. She accepted the invitation to meet, even after he told her he was in his sixties. Libby had been in a failed marriage and John had an invalid wife, deep in the clutches of dementia. Both were aroused by pornographic prose and the various alternative sexual lifestyles involved. John was involved in light BDSM with some friends, every few weeks, for the past two years. Mostly, he wrote about the BDSM lifestyle and Domination.
Libby had written John that she thought she had submissive tendencies. But she was leery of being bound and under some ones control, especially if she did not know the other person very well. John offered that perhaps the best way for her to experiment with the lifestyle was to assume the dominant role, until she felt comfortable enough to be the submissive. Libby conceded that this suggestion sounded like a safe way to experience the BDSM lifestyle, with the minimum of risk to her.
After several months of getting to know each other better, as Internet email correspondents, they agreed to meet. The arrangements were simple enough. They would meet at a hotel restaurant and talk, without any preconceived notions, about where the evening might take them. Nature was to take its course. John told her that he would reserve a hotel Chalet anyway, because either way he was going to spend the night. He did not want to drive back home late at night. Libby did not object. Besides, a room may be needed and a Chalet would be perfect.
John arrived at the hotel, registered and asked the desk clerk to have his luggage taken to his Chalet. Breathing deeply, John gathered his courage and walked into the restaurant. Immediately, he recognized Libby from her photograph. She was sitting in a candlelight booth towards the rear of the dining room. He walked to the booth, feeling as though he was on his first date again, and stopped. “Hello, Libby, I’m John,” he said smiling.
Libby rose from her seat, smiled and gave John a hug. “I’m so glad that I’ve finally met you, John,” she said, sitting down and gesturing for John to do the same. He joined her and they stumbled through the expected small talk about the drive etc. They began to talk more in depth about their lives and how his stories had worked a sort of magic, on both the author and the reader. They had dinner and talked for nearly two hours, genuinely enjoying each other. Libby was relieved that John had not pressured her, in the least, to leave and go to the Chalet.
The waitress asked if either of them wanted some dessert or an after dinner drink. John ordered a glass of Chablis and Libby selected a Merlot. The wine came and they touched glasses to celebrate their meeting. After a short while, Libby, feeling comfortable and safe, reached across the table, squeezed John’s hand and whispered, “Will you take me to your Chalet, John?” John smiled, paid the check with a generous tip, and took her arm. They walked out into the evening twilight toward the Chalet.
He opened the door to the living room of the Chalet and they stepped inside. Libby turned and kissed him as John shut the door. Eagerly, he returned the kiss and embraced her tightly. Without waiting he whispered in her ear, “I am your slave, Mistress Libby. How may I serve and service you?” Libby breathed deeply then stepped back as John dropped to his knees awaiting her command. She realized that John was assuming the submissive role to ease any concerns she might have. Libby was glad that John selected this mode to introduce her to the BDSM lifestyle. She decided to accept the Dominant role, for now, and ordered him to crawl into bedroom, following him close behind.
“Strip naked and assume the submissive kneeling position, slave John,” Libby said nervously, repeating the dialog she had read in his erotic stories. Libby began to slowly unbutton her blouse as John quickly stripped and kneeled naked before his Mistress. Libby watched his ample cock swelling as he kneeled. Her heart skipped a beat as she dropped her blouse and skirt to the floor, revealing her white lacy bra and bikini string panties. She was about five feet, six inches tall, around 130 pounds with a great figure.
She opened her handbag and brought out a pair of soft leather wrist restraints. She had purchased them yesterday to bring to this very special meeting. Libby ordered John to put them on and lock them behind his back. John complied and remained kneeling as Libby unhooked her bra. Her ample breasts were partially covered by her loose bra, preventing her breasts from being fully revealed. She untied the waistband of her bikini panties and let them fall to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she gently pushed them out of the way with her foot.
John stared at her wonderfully trimmed soft brown bush, forming a V over her pussy. Libby pulled her bra off and tossed it on a chair. Her full breasts swayed provocatively, defying gravity, as they seemed to rise up when released from their lacy prison. Her nipples hardened and stood erect in the center of her rosy areolas. John swallowed hard as he drank in the beauty of her magnificent breasts.
“Crawl to me and nuzzle my moist pussy, slave,” Libby ordered. “Lick my pussylips, but do not touch my clit…yet!” John crawled to her wrists bound behind him, and pushed his face into her soft curly bush. He inhaled her scent. Her fragrance heightened his arousal and his cock grew even harder. His tongue touched her wet pussylips. Libby quivered slightly at his touch. He drew his tongue down the length of her pussylips and up the other side. Libby trembled and moaned softly as he repeatedly licked at her closed cuntlips. John flicked his tongue across the edges of her closed cuntlips several times. Libby shuddered and moaned with pleasure. He could taste her juices seeping out of the closed cuntlips and he lapped up her offering greedily. “My clit,” she moaned, and John’s tongue flicked across her clit several times. Libby grabbed his shoulders, to steady her body, as she felt a weakness in her knees.
“Eat me, John…lick and suck me!” Libby cried out lustfully. He parted her now sopping wet cuntlips with his tongue and probed deep inside. John happily lapped up her abundant juices, and explored the inner recesses of her sweet pussy. He felt her knees trembling and he quickened his tonguing, driving Libby closer to orgasm. Johns’ tongue sought her clit, and he repeatedly flicked his tongue all over it. Finally, he drew her clit into his mouth and began to suck it as though it was a nipple.
Libby strained as his tongue delightfully ‘tormented’ her. She grabbed his head and pulled it tightly into her crotch, to grind her pussy in his face as he licked her. Suddenly, she stiffened, cried out and erupted in a massive orgasm. Her knees buckled, and she held John’s head tightly, to keep from falling, as the intensity of her orgasm consumed her. Again and again she spasmed through several intense orgasms, squirting her juices over Johns’ face and mouth.