It is Wednesday morning, November, somewhere in the Southwestern United States. I am 40, married, blonde and voluptuously attractive in a sultry sort of way. There is a glint of mischief in my eyes and the soul of a pervert lurks deep within me. However, I am married to a most conventional man, a boring sort. Good-hearted but dull in every way. The marriage is good in many ways, as we have grown together for years and he knows me well. We have a life together...but something important is missing. And I know what it is, only to find it has become an endless quest, a near Holy Grail of sorts.
You see, what I am seeking is my Sexual Master...the one Man with the ability and skill to possess me completely, to take and own and to control me and all my dark desires. I dreamt of him again last night - he is so close to me in fantasy, I can nearly feel him in reality...he is tall, dark and unconventionally handsome...with the kinkiest mind and the most perverted sense of dominance and ownership imaginable...and I will know him when I find him, as he will own me totally.
I am at a stoplight, running errands when my car is tapped lightly from behind. As I curse and turn to look behind me at the offending party, I notice a man with glasses, greying hair and a slim build behind the wheel. I angrily burst from my seat, flinging my door open in haste, running to the rear of the car to look for damage. There is none, but my adrenalin has just shot through the roof and my heart is pounding loudly in my chest. The offensive man gets up out of his seat and slowly opens his car door, almost lazily crawling out. As he does, I notice the height of him, he must be about 6'2" and has lovely curling greying hair and behind his glasses are the largest brown eyes I have ever seen. He is soft-spoken and seems very nonchalant and easy-going about this entire ordeal, but as he apologizes to me, all I can see is his mouth and his lips and in my mind I can feel them upon me...his hands are large and he gestures with them while he speaks to me, and my eyes drift lower down to take in the view before me...and I stand transfixed by the sight...he is wearing faded blue jeans and the outline of his cock is evident. And he is hard. It is all I can do to restrain my thoughts, I am stammering and not making sense with the babble coming forth. He is murmuring something about getting insurance information and doing an exchange and I am nodding, ready to do anything he suggests...
He tells me to follow his car and he will drive to a place where we can exchange information. I get back into my driver's seat and start the ignition and my hands are shaking so that I can barely grip the wheel. That cock is forefront in my mind and all I can see is the vision it made, the outline of its proud defiant hardness in those tight blue jeans as it strained hard and full against the cloth. My pussy is wet and leaking cum juice now and my clit and tits are hard at the thought. All of a sudden I realize I am driving, following his car, not caring where he takes us, just knowing that I will not lose sight of him...
We drive to a gated community and he uses a code to open the gates. I follow along and as he parks in his garage, I pull into the driveway behind him. I am scared and a little fearful, but the thought of that cock and those brown eyes and that full sexy mouth propel me onward. I open my car door and get out and follow him into the house through the garage, which he closes with an automatic opener. We enter his home, it is light and airy and has a clean feeling to it. There are some women's things there - he must be married, I am thinking. There are 2 very friendly large dogs.
In the kitchen he asks me to sit down, he brings me some water. I open my purse nervously, remembering that we are to exchange information and that the only reason I am here is that accident earlier. For a moment I have my senses back, and then he turns to walk towards me there in the little kitchen and his cock is at my eye level, hard once again and straining against the cloth of those tight jeans, and I have a very overwhelming urge to reach out and open his fly, to get on my knees and to suck him off. I raise my eyes to meet his downward gaze, he has caught me looking at him this time, and he knowingly takes both his hands and places them on the sides of his groin, pushing his pelvis forward to meet me as he pulls the cloth back harder against himself. I can see the entire outline of him now, he is fully hard, Good God it must be at least 8 inches and very thick, and my mouth is watering at the sight. He moans low in his throat, he knows that I want him, and he says in that sexy voice....'Do you want to see my cock, Baby?... Well,....take it out for me, then'...and with trembling hands and no control of my own, I follow his orders and unzip his fly.