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| The Beginning of Wolf’s Story: Let me tell you about my new lover. She’s a wonderfully sexy, very open-minded, adventuresome, energetic and imaginative woman named Peggy. Now most guys my age (pushing 40) like to chase the girls that are in their middle to late twenties… or younger. I’ve long disagreed with the desirability of a woman so much my junior; unless she’s led one heck of a sexual life, she’s just not up to what I view as a full sex life. Most of the girls that age want you to feel lucky for getting them in bed and they expect you to treat them like royalty or something. I’ve always been of the opinion that sex is much better with a woman who is just hungry to be having sex – any way she can get it, anywhere, anytime. There is just nothing better than a woman who is happier with a fresh load of cum in her pussy or belly (having swallowed it hungrily)… unless it’s a woman who only feels complete when she’s got hot cum in her ass as well. So, anyway, I met Peggy through an online submissives club while I was surfing the net looking for information on the BDSM lifestyle. I’ve never really tried it out although I’ve always found the feeling of total control quite exciting. A guy online recommended Peggy to me and through some emails, picture exchanges and phone calls I met her and gradually got to know here better. At forty-six years old, she was an unusually sexy woman with a drop-dead gorgeous five foot three inch one-hundred five-pound body. Her sexiness measured 35C-23-36 and the pictures showed exactly how those measurements arranged her 105 pounds onto her relatively short frame. Her naturally dark brown hair framed her beautiful face nicely, stopped just at the middle of her neck. The pictures I saw proved that she was not one of those women who kept her pussy shaven but instead opted for the trimmed look that allowed a few strays to just peak out of her bikini bathing suit, teasing the men who were always looking. With devilish sexy green eyes completing the package, this feisty feast of sexuality could only get better if she was purely hungry for sex in every form at every turn. Thankfully… that’s exactly how Peggy is. After all those exchanges, Peggy and I finally arranged our first meeting for a Saturday night in a town that is right in between where we live. Since I live on the east coast and she lives in Tennessee, it was going to take us each about eight hours of driving to get there. She told me that she was planning on leaving her house on Friday evening after work, driving half way and then completing the drive Saturday morning. She’d have plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday and wouldn’t be rushed. “Just in case” I wanted to travel the extra distance and meet her on Friday night, she told me what hotel she’d be staying at and the approximate time she expected to be getting there. I told her that I doubted I’d be driving twelve hours on Friday just to turn around and drive four hours back on Saturday, but that I’d keep it in mind. As that weekend got closer, I began devising a plan and when that Friday arrived, I put it into affect. It took a lot of planning and quite a bit of organization, but in the end, it was well worth it. Peggy’s Side of Friday: Like usual when I was headed off for a weekend to play, I told my husband that I had a work seminar to attend and that I’d be leaving right after work on Friday. Dear man never doubts me and never pays attention to what I pack – rarely does he pay attention to what I wear though every now and then he totally surprises me by nearly raping me if I dress just right. So, that Friday morning I dressed relatively conservatively (for me) in my sheer white panties, a mid-thigh length emerald leather skirt, and my matching emerald silk blouse over a French-cut sheer white bra. The panties and bra were so sheer that they were basically see-through. When I get excited and the crotch of the panties get wet, they become totally see-through, and since I’m so sexually oriented, this happens a lot. I wore a pair of medium height heels with no toe and a sling back. It was as close as I could get to “come fuck me” pumps at work without causing too much of a ruckus. In my weekend bag I packed a couple of my most naughty outfits including my black leather matching crotchless panties and bra with the nipples cut out. I took two pair of four inch spike heels, a mini-skirt, two skin-tight tank tops and a halter top that was so short the bottom swell of my breasts hung below it’s edge. I put my travel make-up kit into the bag and then I also packed the personal hygiene items that I would need along with a tube of KY jelly (because I was hoping for a little anal sex sometime Saturday) and some flavored love lotion that I’d found. Past experience had shown how delicious it was when mixed with a man’s cum and my own juices and I was also hoping to taste those flavors combined on Saturday night… or early Sunday morning. To make my new lover happy, I’d also packed a pair of cut off jean short-shorts… so short that when I wore them, the crotch seam split my pussy lips and half my ass cheeks hung out the back. Thus packed, and with my pussy already wet in anticipation of the weekend, I kissed my husband goodbye and headed off to work. The day seemed to just drag on endlessly as I dealt with phone call after phone call from truly stupid people. At one point after lunch I got a small break from the phones and I spent the few minutes pondering the Saturday night that was in store for me. My new lover had promised me the fulfillment of some of my fantasies – even though there weren’t that many left. I’ve led a fairly open and active sex life the past few years and if I’ve wanted to try something I’ve always been successful in finding a lover who was willing to help out. When five o’clock finally arrived, I was out the door and not looking back. In my car I got onto the highway headed east and set the cruise-control at about seventy-five. I’d have done eighty but I wasn’t sure my slightly exposed cleavage could get me out of such a high speeding ticket. I was sure that I could wiggle and flash my way out of a ticket for 75 mph… after all, I’d done it before. An hour into the ride I drove through a fast-food place and grabbed what would suffice for dinner. Carefully eating it while I drove, I savored the flavor of the tangy sauce that was on the burger and I wondered what my new lover’s cum would taste like. I knew he was a big beef eater which tends to make a man’s cum slightly sour, but he also said that he ate a lot of vegetables which makes a man’s cum taste sweeter. Thinking about his hard cock jetting thick ropes of hot cum onto my tongue and down the back of my throat just made me wetter as I drove and soon I felt that throbbing in my pussy that let me know just how swollen my lips were getting in anticipation of being split open. As much as I wanted to taste and savor his cum, I also wanted my lover to bury his length deep into me and cum hard, splashing my cervix with his hot juices. From what I understand, some women only feel the man’s cock pulse as he cums, never feeling the spread of his hot juice as it fills them and then the sperm starts swimming. Lucky for me, I feel both and I truly love the feeling of a man’s full load of thick ejaculate as it squirts into me and then the heat begins to spread. To be honest, and at the risk of sounding like a total cum slut, I love that feeling deep in my pussy – deep in my ass – and even the feeling of hot cum as it warms my belly after I’ve swallowed every drop! Three hours later, at just about nine o’clock, I reached my hotel, wondering if Wolf had taken me up on my offer of Friday night. I doubted that he would have driven the extra four hours to meet me for one night, but I’d had men go farther out of their way to experience my charms and I couldn’t be sure what he’d do. We’d never met face to face. Figuring that if he was there he’d be in the lobby waiting for me, or already checked into a room, I headed into the lobby to register. The clerk was a young man, about twenty I’d guess, and he spent a lot of time trying to look down my blouse as I filled out the registration card. Giving it back to him, I checked him out as he typed the information into the computer system, and then watched him walk away and back as he fetched my encoded keycard. He was built well and the bulge in his crotch was promising. If nothing else, I told myself, I could wait until this young man got off shift and entertain myself with him for the night. Handing me my key he told me my room number and smiled, finishing what I was sure his usual check-in speech with, “If you need anything, just dial zero to reach us here at the front desk.” “I’m sure I’ll need something,” I said with a sexy smile. “What time do you get off work?” Half-stammering his answer, not used to a woman being quite so forward, the clerk managed to finally croak out that his shift ended at eleven. “I’ll be sure to call before then,” I told him with a wink, and then I turned to head for my room. I made sure that he was watching my ass as I walked away by adding a little extra twitch to my hips. Outside, directly in front of the main doors, which were all glass, I looked back to see him still watching me. Pressing the remote button on my keychain, I popped open my trunk and bent at the waist to pull out my weekend bag, making sure that my backside was pointed at him. I certainly didn’t need the bag right then, but it was the perfect chance to let my skirt ride up some and show off my legs. They are quite shapely and I knew that he was glued to them as well as my ass. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw that I was right. The poor boy was leaning so far over the counter checking out my body that I’m surprised he didn’t fall over it. Closing the trunk, I took my bag around to the driver’s side, threw it in the back seat and then sat down in the driver’s seat. My room was on the ground floor, around back of the hotel, and I felt that such a location was perfect in case he wanted to visit later. No snooping witnesses to see a hotel employ visiting a guest to provide personal service. It took me all of about ten seconds to drive around to the back of the hotel, parking my car directly in front of my room and getting out. Grabbing my weekend bag from the backseat I walked over to my room, keycard in hand, looking forward to a hot bath to prepare myself for later. If I was lucky, I thought, I’d enjoy that young man all night tonight, and then my new lover, Wolf, for the afternoon, evening and all night tomorrow. Sunday morning was even promising and as I inserted the keycard into the slot, I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together to feel my soaking wet pussy lips press together. I simply love that smeary feeling that comes with a buttery cunt. Right as I was pushing open the door I felt an arm encircle me from behind, and another hand pressing something over my face. I had been so lost in fantasy about my weekend of pending sexual pleasure that I never heard anyone approach and this clutch certainly wasn’t amorous. This wasn’t Wolf sneaking up on me to say, “Surprise!” or my young man from the front desk. This was something entirely different. Startled, scared and off-balance, I dropped my bag and immediately began to fight back as I felt my attacker pressing his (due to the strength I assumed it was a man) hand hard against my mouth and nose and his arm lifted me off my feet. I felt my heels connect twice with his legs before one shoe fell off and I managed to get one hand full of his hair as I reached back clawing and grabbing… and then the world began to fade away. I knew I had to fight back… I was enraged with fright and anger… but the grayness of the night seemed to be sucking me in; weighing on my body so heavily that I couldn’t move. The darkness took awhile to fade. At first I became aware of the silence around me. The parking lot hadn’t been noisy but at least I could hear traffic from the highway. That was gone now and it bothered me. As reality began to reform around me I realized that I was laying down, had a slight headache and was very thirsty. I opened my eyes to see a rough-wood beamed ceiling with flickering lights dancing over it. After another few minutes of gathering my wits, I realized that the flickering lights were caused by candles that were all around me… Looking around I saw that I was in the middle of a large room in a log home. It must have been the living room since it was quite large with many windows and an impressive fireplace. When I tried to sit up I realized that I couldn’t and my fuzzy brain had trouble connecting the raw feeling at my wrists, upper arms, waist, thighs and ankles with the fact that I was tied down. After another few minutes I realized that I had been drugged; someone had grabbed me from behind and pressed a wet cloth over my mouth and nose. I remembered breathing in an antiseptic smell and then losing consciousness. Now I was slowly regaining my senses only to discover that I was no longer at the hotel; I was tied up in someone’s living room; and then the cool breeze over my body made me realize that I was also naked. Able to lift only my head, I continued to look around, searching through the windows for any indication of where I might be. Vaguely I thought I could hear the sounds of a party from nearby and I assumed that it was from a neighbor’s house. All at once the sounds of the party blared from behind me, over my head, and I craned my neck back to see what caused the sound to be so loud. A man was coming through a door and when he closed it the sound faded again. Apparently the party was going on in this house, in a connecting room or basement. I watched the man through frightened eyes as he walked over to me, appearing upside down due to my position. “Ah, you’re awake,” he said with a smile. He looked familiar though I couldn’t place him. As I looked up at him I saw that he was wearing white linen shorts, a pricey polo shirt, sandals, a watch, a wedding ring, and he was carrying a drink that was brown/amber liquid in a cocktail glass. He looked to be in his early-forties with short cut hair, a moustache and deep brown eyes. My eyes took him in from head to toe and then back up, and as he stepped even closer I could see up his shorts. He was wearing no underwear and his penis was plainly visible hanging down the leg of his shorts. My first observation was that his scrotum was hairless and that every hair I could see was trimmed short. It looked nice and I fleetingly thought about how it would taste. Reminding myself that I’d been drugged, kidnapped and was now held prisoner in someone’s house (was it his?), I had no reason to be thinking about sex. I should be thinking about escape. “How are you feeling?” he asked me with a smile. “Not too badly hung over I hope?” “Fuck you,” I ground out through a raw dry throat. “Let me loose,” I demanded. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he said shaking his head. “That’s no way to treat your owner.” With that, and still smiling, he reached down to my right breast, gently caressing it, cupping it, tweaking the nipple softly… and then pinching it hard between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it and twisting it until he saw me grimace at the discomfort. As much as it hurt, my pussy was enflamed as the warm rush of blood to my nipple excited my body. I hoped I wouldn’t orgasm as a result of this nipple torture, but truth be told, I often cum just from such an act. “Let’s try this again,” he said with a smile, and then taking a drink of whatever he had. “How are you feeling?” he repeated looking down at me. “Not too badly hung over I hope?” “Fuck you again,” I said through gritted teeth. “Nobody owns me. Let me up or you’ll regret having brought me hear.” As I finished speaking it occurred to me that I was in no position to be making threats. I was naked and tied down with no clue where I was or who this man was. His response was another head shake, a few more “tsks” and then he roughly pinched / pulled / twisted my left nipple harder than he had my right one. There was no caress this time. No cupping… no softness. Just a pinch of pressure, the pull, the discomfort… still, my body responded with a rush of hot blood to the nipple, engorging it just as my right one was, and the heat somehow felt connected to my sex because I could feel my pussy lips swelling and my clit getting erect. He pinched, pulled and twisted my nipple until I groaned out my pain, and then he released it. I groaned again and I’m sure he took it for relief although it was actually from frustration. If he had just pinched and pulled another two or three seconds, I’d have cum hard and enjoyed it. I had closed my eyes against the attack I couldn’t avoid and was shocked into opening them when I felt an icy coldness on my achingly erect nipple. I looked down my body to see that he had lowered his glass and was rubbing it across my nipple. First one… and then the other. The cold of the glass felt good against my burning nipples, but it also served to make them even stiffer. As he rubbed the cold glass back and forth over my breasts, he spoke to me softly, in a kind voice, even though his words weren’t kind at all. “Why don’t we quit playing these games?” he asked through an evil grin. “I know who you are… I know what you are… and we both know that you are going to do everything I tell you too or it will be a very uncomfortable night for you.” Pulling the glass away from my body, he stood back up, nearly straddling my head so that I could look up his shorts at his cock, taking a drink before he continued. “This is only one night. Eight hours. It’s almost eleven now and by seven tomorrow morning you’ll either be sleeping peacefully or on your way. But tonight I own you and you will do everything you’re told.” Reaching down to caress my breast, he was once again gentle, cupping and softly squeezing… “Right?” he asked as he fondled me. The threat was there. He sounded friendly but I knew that if I said something disagreeable again, he was going to lash out at the tit he was holding in his hand. Ultimately my body betrayed me. Looking down the length of me, he must have seen my pussy getting wet or something. I saw him look toward my crotch and then he looked back down at my face to meet my eyes, a big smile on his face. “I’m glad you’re getting into the feeling of it,” he said wickedly. “Let’s get you ready for the night.” I half-expected him to walk away but he must have sensed what I wanted… somehow known that I craved orgasm through intense stimulation to my erect nipples. Setting his drink down, he placed both hands on my chest, caressing and cupping for about thirty seconds before latching his fingers onto my achingly erect nipples. Pulling, pinching, twisting and rolling them, he watched my body writhe and my eyes close as I once again groaned – first in pain and then in delight as my first climax flooded out of my pussy. He didn’t stop his attack on my chest until my breathing had almost stopped as a result of the pleasure I was getting, but when he finally did stop I was disappointed. I was that close to another orgasm and was frustrated that he’d let my nipples go. I wanted more – however I could get it and as quickly as he would cooperate. He walked away for a few minutes as I lay there considering my position and the night. My body had indeed betrayed me. My pussy was soaking wet; my lips swollen with desire; my nipples ached and were tender, both from his rough touch and the coldness of his drink glass. Here I was held captive and all I could think about was his cock as I saw it up the leg of his shorts… the single drop of precum that had fallen from it and landed on my forehead. What had my very first thought been? Not fight back. Not escape. But, “Damn; what a waste of a good drop of precum.” I’d have much preferred to have it land on my tongue and that realization was what led me into complete submission. Whatever this man wanted with me, three things were sure: I was completely unable to resist, it was obviously sexual and my body was craving it all. |
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