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.
Suddenly his huge cock springs forward and out, and I am transfixed, I could gaze upon him forever, as this is the Perfect Cock, the one I have always dreamt of finding for my own. He moves his pelvis and contracts his muscles and the huge cock bobs up and down deliciously. In a hot throaty voice he says...'Go on Baby, taste it...I know you want to suck that cock...Go on'...
And I take the head of it into my hot wet and hungry mouth, savoring the feel of his hard manflesh, the skin taut against the pounding blood, I can feel the throbbing veins along the shaft and I am eager to suck him to completion. Below, my own wet pussy throbs endlessly and I take a hand and finger myself underneath my skirt, there on my knees in his little kitchen. I start to suck him in earnest now, I can feel my own cunt cumming off soon, there is no turning back for me, I moan deep in my throat and all I want is to CUM, and suddenly his cock in my mouth is my only reality, the room is spinning out of control, I am seeing stars and my entire body is contracting with the spasms of my own orgasm. I feel my pussy cream leaking down my thighs.
I can taste the precum at the head of his cock, he is moaning now way back in in his throat, it's a groan almost, his hands are on my head and he is thrusting in and out of my mouth with all his strength. I can sense the completion in him, he is straining now towards the cum he needs so badly, and in that moment I am nothing but a mouth, the mouth of fulfillment for this man, this Master who is so needy, and I am there to serve him fully...he explodes deep inside my throat, I can feel all the pulsing streams of cum, he is moaning loudly now, saying...'Take me ALL, that juice is YOURS, suck me you SLUT, you know you want it'...and as I swallow it all and savor his taste, he pulls his cock from my mouth and lifts me up from my knees into his arms, ripping open my shirt and freeing my breasts to his gaze, his appreciative hands are upon me now as his hot wet tongue invades my mouth, begging me for a taste of his own cockcream...and I eagerly share it with him, sucking his tongue into my own mouth and tasting him all...
He grabs me by the head and I feel his hot mouth and lips as his tongue invades me, it feels like he is turning my entire mouth inside out, his sucking mouth and tongue feel so masterful and possessive. Both his hands are tangled into my hair and he is rubbing his still-hard manhood against my pelvis. My pussy aches with need, dripping away there in the kitchen...I can feel my insides contract and pulse with hunger for his cock. He is groaning now, moaning again in that throaty voice, telling me to 'Take off your clothes and follow me now'...and I do as he tells me and we are walking towards a bedroom in the back of the house now, shedding our clothing on the floor as we go. I wonder if there is another woman there, but as soon as we reach the bedroom doorway, he turns and once again takes possession of my mouth with his own and I am no longer wondering about anything.