A Little Blac Dress

A Little Black Dress

Author's note: apart from the many different things that I have altered, embellished, or just completely made up, this is a true story.

The most intensely erotic thing that ever happened to me was a complete accident. I had put out a personal ad into the cold vacuum of the internet, without much hope of reply. I don't really know why, or what I was expecting. I certainly wasn't expecting to be seduced and drawn into someone else's sexual fantasy. Perhaps that's why it worked.

*pop-ding*

I flicked my head around, confused. The sound had come from my computer, but it wasn't anything I recognised. A tiny little (1) blinked at me from my vast collection of open tabs. A notification, an invitation to a private chatroom, a username I didn't recognise that was a bundle of words and then just the letter B, with no picture. I accepted, of course, because that's kind of the point of putting out a personal ad in the first place, but my expectations were low. I hadn't really done this sort of thing before, but come on, it's the internet! It's like the wild west out there, except instead of gunslingers it's racists and hateful little creatures lurking about ready to shriek at you for some imagined slight.

B:

Hey

;)

I saw your post, and it made me very intrigued.

Hey there. What got you so intrigued?

The reply was almost instantaneous.

B:

You.

Wow. Thank you.

B: I'm F33, I live in London too. Would you be interested in a chat?

I was a little taken aback at how forward and forthcoming 'she' was, but it didn't really bother me. I assumed that either I would get to talk to someone that was actually interested in me, or I'd get some guy trying to blackmail me or trick me into getting my wallet out for a fake person. At least I might get some entertainment out of it. Every now and then I love fucking around with a scammer. It's a cruel little indulgence to waste their time and try to confuse them, but it's very entertaining if you're in the right mood for it.

Yeah, I'd be up for a chat. How are you doing this evening?

B: I'm good! I was reading your profile, and it sounds like you've lived an interesting life. I've also been looking at your art for about 20 mins. It's

good!

I felt a little blush come over me. I had linked my DeviantArt page on my profile, which had some slightly risque paintings and digital drawings on it. Nothing too crazy. I hadn't really expected anyone to look at any of it.

B: I've had some similar experiences to some of the things you've drawn. Wondered if you'd like to chat about it. I can share some photos too, if you're interested.

My eyebrows raised. I'd done some still life stuff, and some concept art for various genres, but if she'd seen some things that reminded her of specific experiences, then it was probably the more salacious pieces... I didn't really do 'porn', but sometimes the difference between porn and erotic artwork is just semantics. My art wasn't super popular, but I was proud of it. My favourite was a close up charcoal sketch that just showed a woman's shoulders, neck and face up to her nose, and a man's hand wrapping around her throat. (Some commenters loved the anonymity of only drawing half her face; I'd never admit that it was mostly because I couldn't draw eyes very well.) Other pieces included: naked bodies looking out over french windows to the street below, someone pushing two fingers into a blindfolded man's mouth, an erotic massage. You get the idea.

Wow, okay. Which pieces are the ones that you've experienced?

After a moment's hesitation I added,

I would love to see some photos.

I was surprised and very curious about this woman offering photos straight up. I supposed it might be a picture of her face to confirm she was a real person? I wasn't really sure what the etiquette or rules were here. Of course I hoped for more, but I had no real expectations. For all I knew this was the ugliest woman in the world. Or an AI or something sinister like that.

B: I was looking at the picture called Shared. It's very similar to something I've recently gotten interested in. I can tell you about it if you would like to hear :)

Shared was a more recent painting I'd done, of a woman with bobbed hair, kneeling between two male figures. She is the main focus, whilst the men are a bit less detailed and only shown up to their chests. She has her hands on the belt of one guy, with another person standing behind her, his hand on top of her head. They are both fully clothed, whilst she is down to just her underwear. I'd tried to give her an anxious, excited expression, that you can see in her upturned face as she looks up at the man in front of her. It was pretty sexy, if I say so myself, and had been a very vivid fantasy of mine. Never had I imagined that someone would randomly strike up a conversation about it with me.

Oh my, how intriguing. How did it happen?

B: Well I'm pretty new to ethical non-monogamy, and this sort of thing in general, but I've been exploring it this past year, and it's led to some interesting places.

So you're attached? Do you have a boyfriend?

B: I'm married!

Oh nice. Whose idea was it to 'explore'?

B: It was something that appealed to both of us. We started talking about me sucking another man's cock, and it stuck with us and we both realised how exciting the idea was for both of us.

That's so hot, but also kinda sweet that you both came up with the idea together. So were you actually 'Shared', like in the picture?

Maybe that was a little too unsubtle in trying to bring the conversation back around to me. Or too direct and thirsty of a question. But also I didn't care. I was warming up to this chat. The ideas were making me a little horny, and the frank way she was talking really put me at ease. Which could have been dangerous for me, except the next reply was just a photo.

With a casual lounging pose, B was arranged seductively on a bed. For different reasons of course the shot didn't show her full face just like some of my artwork, but the entire rest of her body was showcased to me. It was an incredibly sexy body. I couldn't believe my eyes. A garter belt and suspenders highlighted creamy thighs and the swell of a fantastic ass. Black lipstick accentuated her angular and beautiful face and neck. A loose, diaphanous black dress bunched around her torso, obscuring details but hinting at a curvaceous chest and allowing a black bra to peek through. A matching pair of black underwear drew the eye into an enticing triangle of fascination between the curve of her hip, her covered crotch, and the dress above. She wasn't fat, ugly, or a man! I was completely in awe and amazed.

Another picture quickly followed. This time the dress was removed, scattered to the floor of a bathroom next to her. Pale skin showed around the dark slashes that the lingerie and suspenders marked on her back. A peachy ass was featured directly, seemingly devouring the thin material of her panties. The back of her head showed dark hair and a tilt as if she was about to turn around and look directly at me/the camera. Despite how fucking gorgeous her body undeniably was, it was this frozen hint of movement that fascinated me.

"Holy fuck...." What other words could do the sight justice? My gaze flicked between these two sensational photos of sexual promise, and the little bubbles on the chat window that showed that she was typing.

B: Yes! That picture was pretty much exactly what happened! I was properly 'Shared' for the first time recently ;)

Do you like my photos?

My brain had switched to a dialup modem, and that screeching lagging noise was the equivalent of my mental processing speed at that moment. What the fuck was happening! What picture is she talking about? Who am I? Have I died and gone to heaven?

I flailed through the cerebral treacle and put my fingers to my keyboard again. Somehow I'd started stroking my cock. Crazy how these things happen!

Holy fuck! Yes! You're absolutely gorgeous. Oh my god. You're so hot?!

B: You're making me blush! Thank you. I think I'm quite average, really, but I appreciate the compliment.

Are you kidding?! You're incredible! There's nothing average about you, fuck. I can't believe you're this sexy

B: Aww thanks. What part of the photos are you drawn to? Do you like my ass?

Yes! Your ass and thighs look amazing

B: Ah, a curves man!

Yes!

B: And you haven't even seen me topless

Yet

The word 'yet' burned itself into my retinas and through them directly onto my brain. Yet. It was inevitable, apparently. I felt like I could have lived off this promise in place of food or water for a week.

B: Maybe one day you could draw me, and I could be your inspiration ;)

I would love that.

B: I think I would too. The idea of being someone's muse is so flattering ahaha. I love that you're creative and draw classy smut! I'm not really into 'porn' porn. I've always preferred something more evocative, that makes you think and your imagination run wild. I think most women do.

Yeah, absolutely. I think that teasing the brain is the sexiest thing you can do.

B: For sure. I also quite like reading erotica and smut, for the same reasons.

Me too!

B: People who read erotica online are perhaps the classiest, sexiest people around.

Oh yeah, I've always said that watching porn is something that people do in the dark and are ashamed of, whereas reading erotica is something for refined, classy people lounging around with their tits out like they're Greek gods.

B: Haha that's meeee

Speaking of... would you like to see these tits?

Fuck yeah!

This time there was no lipstick and no lingerie, just naked flesh. B was lying in the bath, petite pink nipples providing a splash of colour to her pale, bare breasts. For what seemed like a fairly small frame, she had huge tits. It was absolutely incredible. Or maybe that was just my first impression. They were certainly full and pert, and just perfect. Compared to the proportions of her body they had seemed absolutely enormous. Still no full shot of her face, but this time she had poked her tongue out of her dainty little mouth. Her hand rested on her upper chest, seemingly ready to play with her nipple or breasts at a moment's notice.

B: That's where I want your cum, right there

My brain exploded. My cock felt like it was about to follow suit. I pulled my jeans down and freed my dick from its earthly bonds. I pumped into my hand urgently. I was slightly shocked at how much I needed the relief. I'd gone from 'a bit horny' to 'animal grunting noises as my brain tries to remember how words work' in a very short stretch of time. The image and her words were so visceral, they had mentally knocked me on my ass.

I wonder what B thought, somewhere on the other end of that screen, as I slowly typed out my reply. Was she curious about what was taking so long? Would she be smug if she knew how strongly I'd been affected by her words and body? Or just pleased? Why had she chosen me to send all these intensely sexual photos to? What was she expecting in return? I sure hoped it wasn't anything eloquent.

Fuck me. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It's hard to type with one hand lol.

B: oh myyyy... thank you.

Do you always tell people where you want their cum?

B: Not always, but I do like it when I get rewarded for being a good girl ;)

Holy shit, you're beautiful and sexy and like to suck off strangers AND you like getting rewarded in cum on your face/tits?? You're literally perfect haha!

B: <3 What can I say, I love being a good girl, and I love being covered in hot cum...

Mmm, wow. That sounds like a pretty great deal to me. So if I were a stranger that you got 'shared' with, you would need to prove that you're a good girl by sucking my cock real good, and all that I would need to do was cover you... I'm so up for that!

B: Well maybe not ALL you would need to do... but pretty much yeah. I love feeling like I'm making someone else feel good, it's the best form of submission. To be confident that you're making someone else happy is the most exciting thing. It makes me so happy, and also super wet.

So would you say that you have a praise kink?

B: No, but mostly because I don't like that term, I think it makes me sound selfish? But in essence yeah, I live to both be praised and to serve others. It's so sexy to me, and it does weird things to my brain!

Interesting. What sort of 'serving' people lets you do this, and play with your partner, and also be praised?

B: Well, it's funny, but I have this fantasy, or maybe it's more accurate to say that I've inherited this fantasy from someone. I was talking with someone, and they gave me a really detailed idea about meeting me at a hotel or a bar or something, and then I would invite them up to a room, or back to my place, and suck their cock until they came all over my face. I would be playing this elegant, classy, sexy lady that had this intense sexual encounter with a 'complete stranger'. In my head my husband would just be waiting for us back at the room, and would sit in the shadows watching. It was such a huge turn on for me. That's why I bought that little black dress in the photos, just to play the part. So those sort of things. Scenarios where I get to play with others. Or maybe sending some interesting strangers on the internet my nudes

Ah, well I'm grateful you get off on doing this.

B: Oh yeah I do! ;)

Right now?

B: Oh, no, not now sorry. I'm still quite sore from earlier. I've had some 'fun' already today.

Lucky. I'm jealous of whoever it was with! So, have you been to a hotel and lived that fantasy in the dress? How was it?

B: No! The guy that I was talking to just ghosted me. Maybe he got scared or something idk

What?!? He must have been fucking insane

B: Yeah, must have been! I was very disappointed, but I do get that it's scary. Just to trust people on the internet, but also to put yourself out there for new sexy experiences. When my husband first shared me, I was so nervous. I still get quite nervous even talking about it, but I think it's a good thing. Makes it all so exciting and risqué. I think that's what I loved about your painting, the girl looked so excited and nervous at the same time. I probably looked a lot like that! The idea of being exposed before a stranger was so scary and sexy.

How did it feel afterwards?

B: I don't really remember, it was all a blur of nerves, excitement and pleasure. I remember feeling so proud of myself for going through with it. And he certainly enjoyed himself ;) My husband and I had reeeaaaaallly hot sex afterwards. Like straight after he left, right on the rug in the middle of the floor. With some of that other guys cum still sticking to me. We were like animals lol. It was so fucking amazing.

Wow. I can only imagine. I've never had anything that crazy happen to me. Would you do it again?

B: Yes, absolutely.

I paused with my fingers hovering over the keys. I know what I wanted to ask her, but couldn't quite bring myself to say it. I didn't want to feel pathetic, like I was begging. I didn't want to feel rejected and wounded if she said no or was repulsed. I couldn't stand to have been tricked by someone that wasn't real after all of this. I didn't want a whole bunch of things. It was intensely terrifying. But luckily, when we're horny and our dicks are hard, men genuinely have less blood flow going to our brains, so some primal part of me scoffed at the fear and the nerves, and just sent it, literally and figuratively.

Do you wanna do it with me?

B: Hmmm, now there's a thought. Maybe I was already thinking about it before we started chatting, and getting to know you a little has only made me more interested.

Maybe?

B: Maybe ;) Let a girl have her secrets

Aha, okay okay, I'll let you keep your motivations pure. If you let me know what your final decision is.

B: Well it's not just my decision. There's two of us, you know.

I frowned at the screen before realising that she meant her and her husband, and not her and I. I hadn't even thought about that. The rush of adrenaline after she'd admitted to thinking about meeting up with me had driven me slightly mad with anticipation. I didn't panic, but could start to feel the edges of crushing disappointment rear its hypothetical head. I tried to sweeten the deal.

Maybe I could be your hotel stranger. Give you a reason to wear that sexy little dress again. We could meet somewhere and fulfil your inherited fantasy. Add anything you can think of adding. Treat you like the elegant, sexy, well-behaved woman you are.

B: Mmmm. That does sound very tempting. Are you hard for me?

Fuck yes. I'm just staring at your pictures. You're so unbelievably sexy. I'm stroking my cock, all for you.

B: Hmmm. Good. Keep going. Let me go and talk to my husband. Keep stroking yourself, imagining where you're going to cum on me ;) I'll be back in a minute.

I groaned and felt a tingling premonition, or perhaps desperate sense of hope ripple through me. This incredible woman was going to talk to her husband about sucking me off. And she had brought it all up! And she was a 10/10. And she wanted me to cover her in cum... At this point I could have easily been persuaded that I had died in my sleep and this was my eternal reward in heaven. I stroked my hard cock, and praised whatever blessing I had received. Then those three little dots flashed up on the screen.

B: Wait, maybe I can find a very naughty pic for you.

Mmmm.... Yes please.

Not very assertive, but I probably would have begged at this point.

B: Okay, it's your choice. I have a couple of good options, laying back on the bed or on all fours with my ass raised for you. Wet and wanting.

On all fours. Holy fuck, yes. Wet and wanting! You're so dirty, I love it

A divine view popped up on my screen. That curvaceous, entrancing ass. Thick, flawless thighs. And nestled right in the middle, a wet, pink pussy. The position pushed her outer labia in a slightly puffed position, but her inner lips protruded outwards from between, and they shone with her juices. The light glinted off her wet hole, and also across one ass cheek, as if someone had smeared her nectar with their thumb after caressing her most intimate place. Or perhaps wiped their cock after fucking her. The more I stared at this overwhelming image, the more I became unsure if the sheen of moisture at her lips was her own creamy juice, or the beginnings of a dribbling creampie. I couldn't tell. I was struggling not to immediately cum all over myself.

With one hand I managed to type out a brief token of my appreciation.

Fuck. So wet. And ready. Holy shit. I would love to eat that pussy.