Lisa's Adventure Into the Unknown Ch. 1
The airplane carrying Lisa arrived at Miami International Airport on time. Nervous, trembling slightly with anticipation of the unknown, she moved through the crowds, carrying a small suitcase in her left hand. Her black, wavy hair was tied back in a ponytail and her makeup was carefully applied. Lisa was dressed in a mid-thigh denim skirt and white halter-top that showed off the roundness of her breasts. Underneath, the only undergarment was a dental-floss thong panty that barely covered the well-trimmed mound between her legs.
Lisa followed her instructions. She went to the area where a half-dozen television screens announced arrivals and departures. Standing in front of the screens, she waited to be contacted by the man she knew so well by e-mail and phone, but had never met in the flesh.
This is madness, she thought, traveling all these miles to see a man I have never met, a stranger really. Is he going to be as good as the stories he has published? Is he going to make me wet with desire as he controls me? I want to give myself like no one has ever had me even my husband.
I am here to be a toy for a man I've never met. I don't even know what he looks like...but it doesn't matter. His words are everything, like an erotic Cyrano de Bergerac; he has made me feel wanton. There's a word. Wanton. I am a shameless hussy, a wanton slut apprentice.
Yes, this is mad, but his stories make me feel an electric current is running through my cunt, overwhelming my senses. Other men have dominated my body in the past, acquiescing to my requests in acted out charades but this man by words alone, on e-mail or phone knows my soul, can see into my being and understands the fiber of my hunger. He will own me totally and I do not even know what he looks like...
"Lisa," his deep voice whispered behind her, "do not turn around just yet. Did you have a nice trip?"
"Yes." She answered, her voice surprisingly breaking with anticipation.
"Are you looking forward to your adventure?"
"Yes." She wanted to turn around but did not, knowing that anticipation made the moment more erotic, obeying his commands.
"Are you ready to be fucked and dominated?" His voice whispered in her ear, his breath caressing her neck.
"Y..yes."
"Turn around."
He looked like somewhat like Oliver Platt, only thinner, with a full beard and glasses, big in a bear sort of way, about six feet and a couple of hundred pounds. He looked straight into her eyes and Lisa gasped, feeling suddenly naked without being undressed, knowing that he could read into her being, know every hunger and desire she had ever experienced.
"Come with me," he said, without any further greeting.
Their conversation on the way to the hotel was amicable, but Lisa could only remember slices of it later, her mind anticipating the next hours as the man with her would control her totally, using her as a fuck toy for their mutual enjoyment.
"Is this your first time?" he asked as they walked side by side down the hotel corridor.
"Yes," she said, "I mean there was a man once, but that is over...it was not a relationship like this..."
"No others like this?" he asked.
They were inside the hotel room and he lit a joint, smoking it, passing it to her, but not touching her yet, building anticipation.
"No. I mean...others went along with my fantasies, but they just...it wasn't real."
"The desire wasn't real? The energy?"
"Exactly," she answered in between hits of the joint, wondering when he was going to make his move, reaching out, feeling her availability. She wanted him to touch her, fondle her, and use her like he had promised and she desired...
"It will be different today," he said, "this will be your best ever, the one you will remember forever."
She nodded. Her mouth was cotton-dry and she had a desire to kneel in front of the bearded man, to take him in her mouth, to feel the nakedness of his organ sliding on her tongue, filling her face.
"It won't be long now," he said reassuringly, reading her thoughts, "you could still change your mind."
"No," she answered quickly, "no, I really want this..."
"You will have it," he answered, "You will have me and I will have you and you will obey. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"If you want to stop, just say Texas and I will stop. Otherwise, anything goes and I'll assume you are enjoying it unless you say the safe word. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Let's begin with a blindfold. You will not see but it will heighten your other senses. Enjoy the anticipation."
He placed the blindfold carefully, barely touching her.
"Stand in the middle of the room," he said, "and don't move a muscle unless I tell you."
She was already wet between the legs, anxious to be used. She stood quietly, staring at the darkness while wondering what he would do. She felt him moving around, heard a zipper opening, knowing he was undressing, preparing himself to take her, fuck her, dominate her as she so hungrily desired.
He was behind her, moving closer. She felt his breath on the nape of her neck and she shivered slightly, wishing he would touch her and he did, one finger tracing the outline of her face, caressing her neck slowly, barely touching the flesh. Lisa moaned softly in acceptance and heard the man chuckle.
"You are ready, aren't you, my slave?" he asked as his fingers quickly, roughly pulled the halter-top off, her breasts now free, exposed to his eyes.
"Yes," she said, nervously, but without hesitation, "I am ready."
"Excellent nipples," he said, "let's see how they like this."
Lisa felt something cold and wet touching the tips of her breasts. She realized the man was rubbing a sliver of ice against the aureoles of her breasts.
"Do you like it, my sweet whore?"
"Oh, yes," she heard herself say in a imploring voice that was almost a whimper, "I'm ready."
"You are ready when I say so," he said, moving around her, unfastening the skirt, "remove your shoes."
Lisa could not see him but felt her arousal increasing as she stood almost totally naked, blindfolded in front of him, smelling his scent, his cologne, the animal odor that signaled his own passion. Lisa wanted to be fucked in every hole by this man, without amenities, taken roughly and hard, a fuck toy for his pleasure.
The tips of his fingers touched her nakedness, starting by tracing the outline of her back, caressing the cheeks of her ass, turning around her hips and finding the slit between her legs after removing the thong.
"Open up," he said, "let me see how wet you are."
His fingers played with the folds of her flesh, twirling, teasing, drenched in her moistness. She moaned, gasped, but did not move. His tongue, wet and moist moved up the length of her neck to her left ear.
"If your friends could see you now," he said in a deep, teasing voice, "what would they think? All those good, nice guys who sent you flowers and candy and asked you for dates, hoping for a kiss...if they could see you now with your legs wide open, my fingers buried in your juicy cunt. What would your husband say?"
"I...leave my husband out of this."
"Of course I will. This is about you and me and my dick anywhere I want to put it, isn't it?"
Lisa swallowed hard but did not answer. She knew he was right. His fingers were caressing her clit, making her crazy with desire.
"Talk to me Lisa."
"I..." she said, "this is... so different... Please fuck me."
