"Show me more" he growled. I pulled my panties all the way off and felt around in my drawer for a toy. I found my favorite, the rose, the best toy I'd ever tried. I switched it on and positioned it on my clit. I gasped as the suction and vibration hit me. I almost couldn't stand the intensity, but it was so good I couldn't stop. I moaned. "Louder", he said, "let me hear you scream". I gasped, feeling the tension build, and then almost screamed as the orgasm flooded over me. "Keep going", he commanded. I kept it in place, agonizingly painful and pleasurable at the same time, and howled in pleasure. Embarrassed, I forced myself to look over at the screen. He seemed riveted, flushed, his eyes locked on me. My heart rate and breathing started to return to normal. Suddenly the screen went dark and he was gone, leaving me to put my clothes back on, my legs still tingling from what I'd experienced.
The next day, he texted me to meet him at his place. I was past the point where it even occurred to me that I had a choice. I went over to his apartment, wearing what he had dictated, a knit dress, nothing underneath, and the highest heels i had in my closet. I wasn't used to heels so I wobbled over to his front door and hoped I wouldn't have to wear them too long. He had told me to open the door and walk in. It was dark inside, the only light something flickering in the next room. I closed the door behind me, wondering whether i was going to have a great time, or whether i had just made a huge mistake.
All of a sudden I was grabbed and pushed up against the wall. I felt hands pulling my dress up, then a finger pushed inside me, then two. After a few seconds of shock, i realized i was already soaking wet. "Don't move" a voice said, as he plunged his fingers in and out of my while using his thumb to rub my clit. I was about to come when the fingers were pulled out of me. I moaned in frustration. Someone grabbed my arm and dragged me, then I felt myself being pushed down onto a bed. "Open your mouth", the same voice ordered. I did, and my mouth was filled with a hard cock. I gasped for air, almost choking, in the dark, I couldn't even see if he was the man I'd come to see, or if he was a stranger.
Not knowing who he was or what he was going to do to me made me feel like I was nothing but an exposed nerve, no words, no conscious thought, just sensation. There was something so erotic about being used like this, an instrument of someone else's pleasure. I felt him move faster, and I could hear some low moans, and suddenly he came in my mouth. I swallowed; I didn't have much choice. After a minute, he pulled out and I felt a tongue trailing down my breasts, moving down my stomach and stopping between my legs. God, finally! I'd been waiting for my turn. He licked roughly, almost too hard but not quite.
Every time I got close to climaxing, he'd stop and wait until i calmed down, then started again. "Please", I begged. "Please". This time he kept going, until I finally exploded, arching my back until I thought I was going to break in half. It seemed to last forever. All of a sudden he untangled himself and got up and left me there, alone again. I may have dozed off for a few minutes. When I opened my eyes I didn't see anyone, just that same flickering light. I walked toward it and found an open bottle of wine and a glass. I poured some and drank it, the unreal feeling persisting. I spent a minute in the bathroom, straightening my dress and smoothing down my hair, and walked out the same door I had come in. I felt different, not my usual self. I was going to have to do some thinking on the way home about who I was, what i was evolving into, and what i was going to do next.
