Young Woman Needs More Than Online Talk
She couldn't believe what she was doing. She had only been playing online when she found the erotic literature website. She felt pathetic at first reading kinky stories from who knows what hairy old man and told herself she was just having fun role playing the young woman who likes to be a little slut.
But as the weeks went by, and she became slowly addicted to the kinky games, she realized that she was getting online what she had been missing in real life. After reading a few stories to get her body trembling and wet, she would go outside for a walk and think that she was still in this strange cyberworld where faceless men and women were jumping out of their skin in horniness.
A man would look at her on a busy street and all she could think about was him making her get on her knees. But the reality of his face, his strangeness, his live flesh and the fear of the moment made her turn her eyes away.
She remembered the first time she read his stories. It was like someone else was seeing the vulgar, animalistic urges she felt in her head but felt too perverted to let out or were never brought out by the brainless orangutans that usually wanted to fuck her.
She had always loved it when men told her what to do, when they wanted her to be a slut. But men could never understand that there had to be that deep connection of sensibilities, that understanding of how things are, without all that cheap romanticism, before she got on her knees.
Now, suddenly she was on her way to meeting a total stranger she had met online. They had chatted a little, but he didn't want to play cyberworld games with her. He told her that he thought it was ridiculous that people live their fantasies out on a computer. He said that the computer was just a means back to life, a way of seeing was is possible, like in art and novels, so you can return to life and participate in it fully.
She thought at first that he was full of shit, just talking to convince her, but as time went by and the online world never got past its vicarious fantasies, she started to wonder if maybe he was right.
He asked her to call him and she did. They talked for a few minutes, intimately and nervously, almost reckless. He told her he wanted her to come and see him, that he liked that she wasn't afraid to be herself, that she loved to be desired. She laughed. He told her he loved that she liked to be told what to do, that she wasn't afraid of being a dirty slut.
This made her stomach drop. She was afraid but she was incredibly turned on when he said it. She protested that she didn't know what he looked like. He assured her that he was attractive, telling her that she would have to be content with 5'10, 175, blue eyes, until she saw him.
She was still unsure and told him she would have to think about it. After she got off the phone with him, she was so horny and realized how tired she was of not being able to let out her physical urges beyond the online playroom.
She called him back. "I'll come."
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She was wearing exactly what he had asked her to. A thin white skirt, a tiny black g-string, a t-shirt, no bra and shoes with short heels. She got out of the taxi in the East Village in New York. He lived on a tree-lined street filled with young people walking up and down
She climbed the stairs to his apartment. She rang the buzzer and he let her in. He opened the door and stood in front of her. His physical presence made her stomach drop. It was such a strange thrill and fear to meet someone who you've only talked to, but who turns you on.
She was definitely attracted to him. He had sexy eyes, slightly unshaven, wore jeans, a t-shirt and smart-looking glasses.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I see you wore what I asked you to."
"Yes."
She had always been turned on by a man telling her what to do but hated all those people that turned it into a master and slave game, like it was dungeons and dragons. She wanted to be told what to do by a real person, with a real name.
"Come in."
She walked in, setting down her bag and taking a seat on his couch. They talked for a while about her trip, the neighborhood, their lives, etc., while he eyed her up and down.
"You really turn me on in person," he said.
She laughed.
"I know this must be awkward for you, but could you get up and put your hands against that wall."
She couldn't believe how he just jumped into it, but she loved it. She got up and put her hands against the wall.
"Spread your legs."
She laughed. Then she spread her legs. She felt so exposed, wearing this outfit for a stranger who was now staring at her.
"You really turn me on."
"So do you," she said. She turned her head around and looked at him. "Tell me more."
"Let's go for a walk," he said. I'll show you the neighborhood.
"Ok."
"First, though, pull your skirt down a little so I can see your panties."
She pulled them down so anyone could clearly see her g-string descending beneath her skirt and between her cheeks.
"Do you have a tighter shirt?"
"Yes," she said.
"Put it on. Make sure I can see your nipples."
She took a shirt out of her bag. She nervously started to take off the shirt she was wearing.
"Not yet. Change in my bedroom. I don't want to see you exposed yet."
She went to the bedroom and changed into a tight white t-shirt that hugged her breasts.
"Ready?"
"Yes," she said.
"I'm going to lead you around the neighborhood and let everyone look at you. I want you to feel exposed, feel like an exposed slut."
"Ok."
They went out and he led her by the arm. It was hot out and humid. They walked down the street and men looked her up and down, starring at her breasts and her little panties showing. Construction workers yelled crude things at her and all the young men eyed her, knowing what she wanted. He led her by the arm like she was his to do whatever he wanted with and she loved it.
They stopped in a cafe.
"Let's go to the bathroom." He led her to the bathroom in the back. She went in and he followed her.
"While you're here you need to always make sure that you suck my cock when I want it sucked."
"How am I suppose to know?" she asked.
"Ask me or when I look at you a certain way." He looked sharply into her eyes.
"Ok."
"Now get down on your knees."
She kneeled on the hard floor and looked up at him. She unzipped his pants and reached through the fly of his boxers to find his cock. She grasp it in her hand and pulled it out. It was a nice size, soft and smooth.
She rolled her lips over the head of his cock, getting it nice and wet. She did it again. Then again. He grabbed a hold of her head. She couldn't believe how horny she was, sucking a stranger's cock in a bathroom.
She coated his cock with saliva and pushed it deeper into her mouth. She took it about halfway in and pulled it out. She did this over and over, stroking his cock with her hand.
"Open up."
She opened her mouth and he pushed his cock deep inside her mouth until she gagged.
"Open."
She opened again and he did the same thing.
