"Chance" is a work of fiction, based on two consenting legal adults roleplaying.
Chance
Fern came home at a little after midnight. A friend from the restaurant had given her a ride home. She thanked her friend, and turned around, slowly walking to her door, enjoying the darkness of the night. She felt invigorated, and there was a slight dance to her steps. She was excited. The man she had met online would be waiting for her when she logged on, and that alone was enough to bring her home early.
She had met him almost three months previous. Having joined several online dating sites, she was used to the strange people that would e-mail her. Never being what she was asking for, she often asked herself if these men ever actually read her profile. She was now sixty, though she felt nothing of the sort. The common thread to all her ads was the search for a younger man. She wanted and needed a younger spirit that would match her own. The problem was that most every man that wrote, seemed to be immature as well as young. She wanted so much more. Seldom had an e-mail struck her fancy like the one she received from Chance.
Chance wrote such a warm and inviting message that first time, unlike most, he hadn't even mentioned intimacy. He wrote of things like laughter, friendship, and pleasure. Although she was searching for a man to curl her toes as she liked to put it, she didn't welcome the sex talk so soon. It was frustrating the amount of correspondence she received that offered nothing for her other than to be the woman someone satisfied themselves with. Chance was different.
Fern had fallen on lonely days, and having been through so much in her life, she reached out to her children for help. Her son Kevin had responded almost immediately to her plea, and had moved back home with her almost a year ago. He was a wonderful son, a good man, and had turned into quite a handsome catch for some lucky girl she always said to herself. Why couldn't she meet such a nice guy, she asked herself often. Well, Chance came along, and since, her life had changed.
Her son was helping with all the chores, and worked hard at his job during the nightshift. He only had to work four days a week, so Fern wasn't so lonely anymore. They would often sit on the porch and talk about their days, giggling at the absurdities of life, as well as talking on most any subject. Except one, and Chance had since filled that void in her life.
Fern turned her key in the lock, and quietly slipped in. She loved the night, the darkness, the quiet. She always felt better at night, and for quite some time, had become a night owl. During the day, she slept or took naps, which worked well for both her and her son. They both enjoyed the night, and began to close out the harsh sunlight from there respective bedrooms and windows throughout the house. Like mother, like son.
She got herself a drink and proceeded to her bedroom. She walked quietly, just in case Kevin was sleeping. She never knew if he was awake or not, so she tried not to disturb him either way. He worked hard, and when not laughing with her, he would be in his room, most often making graphics or checking on the many racing leagues he followed.
She closed her bedroom door behind her, and went immediately to her computer, getting quite excited about talking to Chance. As soon as her program loaded, she saw he was online, and quickly, she wrote a message.
-Hello Chance.- She wrote.
-Hi sweet thing.- He replied.
She loved the way he talked to her. In his first few letters to her, he was such a gentleman, that she almost forgot he had made contact with her on a sex site. It was something Fern did as a lark, but soon found the explicit pictures and words to her liking. She hadn't had a lover in her life for some time, so that left her quite frustrated at times. Chance was so nice, she continued to talk with him on so many subjects, that when their letters finally discussed sex, she was shocked at first. He spoke of such things she had only dreamed about. Things she would never share with anyone.
-What are you doing tonight?- She wrote.
-Wishing I could meet you.- He replied. -When are you going to finally meet me?- He added.
-I really wish I could Chance. I really do. You do something to me baby.- Fern typed.
There was such a long silence, Fern wondered if she had finally put him off too many times. It had been three months, and he might not wait any longer. He lived so far away. Her thoughts wandered back to their many conversations. He turned her on like no man ever had, and that was saying something. She had never met him face to face, but the things he would say to her made her body melt. She never knew she liked the things he spoke of, but he introduced them in such a manner, that slowly, as he would share his desires, she learned she shared them too.
-Are you there Chance?- Fern wrote.
Fern could feel him slipping away. He was such a powerful man, she knew that. His words were magic, and she wanted only him. She remembered having an orgasm for the first time with someone online, and it was Chance. When he told her how she would be his, his to do with as he pleased, something deep inside of her clicked on like a light switch. She never had thought herself as a submissive woman, and she wasn't. In all forms of social engagements, work, and friendships, she was always strong, intelligent, and could be called dominant. But, she never knew how much she liked to give up control in the bedroom until Chance came along.
-Chance?- She typed, now becoming quite worried that she had hurt him some how.
The first time she had an orgasm with Chance, he was telling her how he wanted to force her to be his mistress, his slave, his submissive sex toy. At first, she recoiled at the thought, but it was only a matter of seconds to feel how it affected her very core. Her nipples became hard and erect, and her pussy became swollen. She could feel her pussy juice begin to flow as he continued his words. He spoke of making her bend over and displaying herself to him. Pulling her cheeks apart so he could inspect her. God that made her hot. She never knew how hot sex could be, but she was getting a good idea from this young man.
-Please Chance! Talk to me!- She showed her emotions through the words she typed.
-I am desperate for your words my love, your power, your desire. I am yours Chance.- She continued.
The idea of becoming a woman that would do anything for her man made every stroke of her excited clit just that more pleasurable. Feeling his total desire for her body, feeling his need, knowing he wanted her for his own, well, that drove her nuts. She had never felt so desired. She welcomed his nasty words of sex and breeding and mating. When he spoke of making her please him, making her take his cock. That's when she saw stars. Her orgasm came so strong and brilliant, that after the first time, she was willing to listen to his every word, his every thought on what he would do to her. Feeling like a total sexual being, solely for this man's pleasure, being his, and his alone.
-Please.....please baby.- Fern was near tears. She couldn't believe the affect this man had on her. The need she had to be his. She lived for these chats. She lived for pleasing him.
-You upset me sometimes Fern.- His reply finally came.
Fern's heart lept, and yet sank at the same time. He wrote back, but it didn't sound good. She didn't want to ever upset him. She knew how loving and kind he was, and that is what made his bedroom desires so attractive to her. She knew he was a good man, she could feel it, so when he spoke of controlling her, forcing her, making her do things, it made her body feel like it was erupting from her hot pussy. She knew from his words he was a good lover, and always soothed any force he liked to use, with kind and loving words and touches. That's what he would tell her in his letters. How he loved her. How he would rape her, force her to submit to his sexual desires, and when it was done, how he would hold her, tightly, lovingly. Gently touching her. Soothing his rough handling with gentle love after the deed. It was this mixture of feelings that seemed to be exactly what she had always wanted, but she never knew it until Chance came along.
-I am so sorry baby. Please, just talk to me. Why are you upset.- She asked.
-I think you toy with me Fern.-
She could tell he meant it. She was saddened that she had hurt him. All he ever brought her was happiness, and here she had hurt him. For some reason, she remembered one e-mail from him. It spoke of how he wanted to breed her for an entire weekend. He wanted to pretend they were trying to conceive a child. At first it didn't sit well with her. There was no possibilty of it ever happening, and Chance knew it. He knew she could no longer become pregnant, to which he replied that he didn't want a child, just to pretend to try and make one. That is when it became something very sexual for her as well. The idea that he wanted to breed her, soon filled her mind. She started to love the idea of a man fucking her over and over, breeding her for a purpose. He spoke of spending an entire weekend, filling her full of his fertile cum, over and over. Pampering her, bringing her meals, making sure she was comfortable, all so she would stay in bed and be a willing mate. It made her hot. He spoke of how sore her pussy might get from all the use, but he also added how he would gently and lovingly soothe her pain by licking her, softly, for hours.
