She waits patiently for his arrival. Looking around, she wonders how she got here. Thinking back on the last couple of years of her life, she can see the turning point on a lot of things. A failed marriage, a disastrous few relationships, financial and personal troubles. It just never seemed to end. All she wanted was to be able to get away from things for a few hours. Freedom.
She had looked at all the normal places to find what she craved. Most of the time she found predators that couldn't be trusted with what she really needed. He was different though. They met online, friendship was the only thing they really expected from each other. He was married and happily so. As time passed, they grew closer. He worked out of town for periods of time, so they were able to talk a lot. Sometimes, on lonely nights, they would indulge and exchange a few naughty pictures and have some fun although that only happened a few times.
She knew he was a Dom and she was his counterpart, a submissive. For her, she loved his take charge, no nonsense attitude. He was smart and funny plus he was hot and handsome. Time passed, and they became fast friends, they discussed issues in their lives, but she knew he always held back. Though it bothered her some, she let it go. She tried to prove she was trustworthy and not someone out to destroy his life, she cared too much to do that but after a while she gave up. If he wanted to give her more information, he would, she wouldn't ask him anything. To her, if he trusted her, he would share things she had shared with him. In the end, she pushed past that and decided that it was better to just let it be.
Looking up in the mirror of the cottage by the beach they rented for the weekend, she thinks back to that first face to face meeting. She had gotten there early, she wanted to have time to shake off some of the nerves. She knew what kind of vehicle he had so she watched and waited. Seeing him pull in, she stepped out of her car, he smiled at her. Smiling back, she meets him at his car and they embrace. Light conversation, lots of hands on each other and many kisses later, they realized the attraction they had made light of was real, or at least she did. His lips against hers were soft and demanding while his hands pulled her against him tighter each time their lips met. They couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other or their lips. Even now, she smiles when she thinks about it.
Most would say she should feel guilty about what she's done and what she will do. Most would call her a slut, a whore, a homewrecker. In reality, she is but she has no regrets. She's known she's cared for this man much more than she should for quite some time. She has tried not to admit it to herself but has failed miserably. So, she finds herself here following her heart again, knowing that it won't come out to her advantage but knowing that if she doesn't she will regret it.
She hears a knock at the door of the cottage and goes to answer. Opening it, she sees him standing there with a smile on his face. She smiles back and he rushes through the door and takes her in his arms. Her arms slide around his neck and she feels him against her, holding her again, finally. Her eyes close and she breathes him in, she kisses him on the cheek and he pulls her back slightly and kisses her lips gently. His hand pushes through her hair and he grasps it pulling her head back and holding her steady. The kiss deepens and he pulls her tighter against him. She feels his hardness against her abdomen and moans needing more. Slamming the door shut, he walks them back into the room while they kiss passionately. Reaching the bed, he stops and pulls back. His thumb runs over her cheek and she leans into his touch. They smile at each other and he starts to say something but hesitates. She shakes her head and leans in to kiss him again.
"Be a good girl and get on your knees for me, I need your mouth on me first," his voice is deep and tinged with need. I do as he asks and kneel before him, my eyes level with his cock. I can see he's hard. I lick my lips needing to taste him. My eyes cast downward, I wait for his command to begin. He knows I am getting impatient. "Good girl, now take my cock out and suck it good," he commands. I reach up and unzip and unfasten his pants, pull out his cock and lick the first bead of cum off the head. Moaning because I am loving the taste, my mouth encloses the head and my tongue runs over the head rapidly and repeatedly. "Fuck," mutters from his lips as his hands tangle in my hair. Gripping my hair tightly, he begins to move in and out of my mouth. His eyes are glued to where my lips meet his cock. My eyes are glued to his. My tongue swirls over his cock and I suck hard. He pulls me deeper onto his hard cock, his eyes are still on my lips. I moan enjoying worshipping him this way. Grasping my hair tightly he starts thrusting, deep and slow, penetrating my throat as I swallow him down. He starts to move setting a slow, deep rhythm. His eyes meet mine and he moans as I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock. "That feels so good," he whispers to me and pulls me off him. He pulls me up and kisses me hard, his tongue dances with mine, his lips soft and demanding devour me. "You have far too many clothes on for me." He utters into my lips between kisses.
He steps back, tells me to strip and for every garment I remove, he removes the same one. When he is down to his boxers and I am in my cheeky panties and matching bra, he halts the progress. "On the bed, hurry, I want to eat that pussy, but the rest is mine to remove," there's no question I need to follow his command, I need him to devour me. I lay down on my back and he lands on top of me, his hands cup my breasts and pinch my nipples, then move down over my ass as he grinds his hard cock against me. Kissing my neck, he pulls my hands over my head and whispers for me not to move them. I grab onto the rail tightly, so I'm not even tempted to move them. He pulls out his knife and tells me that he hopes I'm not attached to my underthings because I won't be needing them. I shake my head and he swiftly cuts them from me. His mouth devours my breasts, sucking, licking, nipping. His fingers squeeze and pinch the other nipple and I start to soak my panties. His hand moves down my abdomen and over the panties to find them wet and he chuckles in my ear. Rubbing harder against my clit he finds that spot on my neck that makes me crazy. Sucking and biting that spot while he rubs against my clit sends me over the edge into orgasm. "That's my good girl." He whispers in my ear.
Taking his knife, he cuts my panties and they fall away. He runs his hands over my bare smooth pussy feeling the wetness that has seeped out with my excitement. "You are so wet for me, aren't you?" He asks already knowing the answer. He moves down and leans his head to my aching center and breathes in deep. Taking his fingers, he exposes my needy clit and tastes the needy bud. My back arches in response to his lapping tongue. I struggle to leave my hands over my head for him. I feel his tongue lap over my clit and part my folds. His fingers follow and he pushes two into me to find that special spot. I moan and my pussy clenches tight onto his fingers in response to his touches.
He presses harder and faster onto that g-spot and I scream out, "Captain!" as I tumble over the edge wetting his hands and face.
Looking up at me he tells me, "On your knees, arms over your head, I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to use you until you can't walk. I'm going to turn you into a puddle. You won't be able to move when I am done with you." His eyes are serious and full of lust and need. I obey immediately.
On my knees, I wait. I feel his hands move over my ass and down my back. His knees urge mine further apart to open my up to him. His hand grips my hair pulling my head back, his other hand comes down with a hard smack against my ass. My eyes close hoping he has another for me. I wait. He doesn't disappoint me. "Does my dirty girl like me spanking her and marking her with my hand prints?" he asks gruffly, his voice full of lust.
