Lady Gwendolyn is a sadism and machoism Dominatrix.
Unbeknownst to me while I sexually lusted over her, I had no idea that Gwen was a Dominatrix. Sexually shocking me, she's heavily into sadism and machoism. To look at her, I never would have suspected that she'd be into that sort of thing.
'Who knew,' I thought?
If I knew that she was into sexual gratification by inflicting pain on herself and/or on me, I would have allowed her to remain dressed when I put her to bed. I never would have undressed her. I never would have stripped her naked. I never would have agreed to have sex with her.
'God help me,' I thought.
"I like sex rough," she said sexually surprising me while immediately cluing me in on her painful intentions.
'What? Huh? She likes rough sex? What does that even mean,' I thought?
I stared at her as if she was speaking a foreign language. She suddenly stared at me as if she was a spider and I was a helpless fly caught in her web of sex and debauchery.
"The rougher the better," she said with a sexy laugh and a naughty look.
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Continued from Chapter 13: Mature Man & Maiden Maureen.
I thought about what her father would say and how he would perceive me, as I would have thought about any man my age sexually assaulting my daughter in the way that I had sexually assaulted Gwen and Maureen. Indeed, even though Gwen had asked me to undress her and to strip her naked, I was hardly an innocent bystander. Before she even asked me to undress her and strip her naked, I was already prepared to undress her. I was ready to strip her naked and have sex with her drunken body.
What man would strip a woman naked who was helplessly passed out on his guestroom bed? Yet, my saving grace was that Gwen had willingly asked me to undress her. She had given me her permission to undress her. She had consensually asked me to strip her naked. She had given me her permission to remove all of her clothes. She wanted me to see her beautiful, naked body as much as I wanted to see her sexy and shapely body.
Then, not stopping with just stripping her naked, she had asked me to touch and feel her naked body everywhere that a man engaged to her deceased sister should never touch and feel her naked body. Unbelievably and sexually excitingly, hard for me to believe, she wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her. Now, not only had I had sex with one of her father's daughters but also I had sex with two of his daughters.
More than that, should his wife, Maureen's, and Gwen's mother, Carol, come for a visit, I was ready to get her drunk, carry her to bed, undress her, strip her naked, and have sex with her, too. Should their grandmother, aunt, and/or cousins come for a visit, too, I was ready to get them all drunk, undress them, strip them all naked, and fuck them all, too. Unable to control myself from wanting to have sex with Gwen as much as I had wanted to have sex with her sister, this family had sexually turned me into a deranged pervert. I couldn't control myself from wanting to have sex with them.
Reflecting back to when Gwen was on her knees waiting to puke in the toilet, when she looked up and over at my erect, naked penis, I couldn't help but think about her sucking my cock again. Only, as I'd discover later, thinking that I was the sexual predator, she was the spider and I was her victim. Female spiders always eat their male lovers after copulation. If Gwen was anything, she was a Dominatrix that I feared.
'God help me,' I thought again.
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Had I known then what I know now, I would have grabbed her by her hair, pulled her hair, slapped her across her face, and forced her to suck my cock while I squeezed her huge, naked breasts. She would have not only been happy that I made such an aggressively, sexual move but she would have loved me taking sexual control of her. Maybe after that, after forcing her to suck my big dick, with me having the upper hand, and with me being the one in control, this wild, one-sided, sexual affair would have been over.
Unfortunately, once I innocently invited her into my bed, I was hers for the taking. Here I am treating her like she is someone worthy to stand atop a pedestal and she'd rather be on her knees sucking my cock as I slapped her around. In actuality, indeed, I am the innocent one. I'm the one who she could have put high up on the pedestal. I'm the one who would have treated her with kindness and respect instead of inflicting pain on her beautiful body.
Instead, with her the sexual predator, I was just another notch on her pink belt. Suddenly, being just another sexual victim of Gwen's lusty libido, I felt sexually used and physically abused. I felt like a piece of beefcake meat, but in a perversely perverted sort of way, admittedly, I liked the feeling. Yet, I had no idea that she'd take us having sex to a whole another level, an area that I had never experienced until now.
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She was so similar to her sister in appearance, and it was easy to draw the parallel conclusions that they'd be similar in bed. I thought that they'd be much the same in bed when having sex. Boy, was I wrong. As it turned out, that was completely opposite to think that they were anything alike. She was so different in bed. I had no idea the sexual animal that she turned out to be. She had the sexual libido of a horny man instead of a sexy woman.
Where Maureen was a generous lover, soft, and gentle, Gwen was the sexy vixen, tough and rough, and read for sexual action. Foxy sly in her way to get what she wanted and what she needed, hiding her cards under the table until she was ready to play them, she was a very dangerous woman. Boy, if ever she was in the corporate world, she'd have a rocket ship ride up the ladder of success by sleeping her way to the top.
Sex was very different when having sex with her sister. I attributed much of the difference in making love with Maureen than just having sex with her was because we were lovers and were in love. Whereas, not feeling the same way about Gwen that I did for Maureen, and that she felt about me, it was strictly sex with Gwen. As if we were competing in a contest, one that I'd never win, we were sexual combatants intent on getting the prize, the ultimate orgasm.
Now that I know what she is, it was quite obvious to me that she had more of a lustful appetite for sex than did her sister, or Colleen, and even me for that matter. Unlike her sister who enjoyed pushing my sexual buttons with dirty talk, Gwen was quiet, and business like in her quest to sexually satisfy herself. An untamed, sexual animal, she was the consummate, sexual, sex machine.
Not wasting her breath with meaningless words, she did all of talking with her body. She put explanation points to her sexual meanings through her sexual actions. Forget about pillow talk, there was no wasted energy with her talking dirty to me. Not wanting to hear it, she wouldn't even allow me to talk dirty to her. If she was going to become sexually aroused over anything, she was going to become sexually aroused while fucking.
Again, so different from Maureen, she didn't talk much during sex, didn't talk dirty, and there was no pillow talk whatsoever. There was just plain and simple, raw fucking. She wanted to be fucked fast and hard. She wanted me to give her a sexual orgasm. She wanted me to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.
Important to her, she needed to cum. She expected to be fucked good, and I had better not disappoint her, or I'd be fucked, and she'd fuck me up. She expected me to fuck her fast and hard enough to give her a sexual orgasm with my cock. Not asking me to wear a condom, she wanted me to cum in her pussy. Hoping that she was on the pill, I wondered if she wanted me to impregnate her as I impregnated her sister.
In the realm of be careful what you wish for, ignorance is bliss, I had wished to see her in her bra and panties. I had wished to see her topless. I had wished to see her naked. I had wished to have sex with her. I had wished for her to blow me. I had wished that she'd allow me to cum in her beautiful mouth.
Unaware what I was wishing for, I had lusted over the woman of the dark, sexual places. Be afraid, be so very afraid, and I was. I was afraid of Gwen. Someone that I could never love, instead, I feared her. She was a Dominatrix from the dark, fiery depths of Hell.
