I've had fun posting here, and these are two Thomas More of my real-life story posted on this land site :

Never In a Million Years : www.sexstories.com/story/101292/

- What Happens In Vega ... : www.sexstories.com/story/101639/

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At the metre of this storey I was closing in on 40 class old but still had the libido of a 16yo. Physically, I'm the nice-neighbor kind of guy who has a undecomposed than ordinary Dad-Bod. My stomach is bland. My arms and leg are toned. I'm white with an European olive tree complexion, 5'9"and just about 160 pound sterling, draw of iniquity hair, and Green oculus. My shaft of light is a bit over 6-inches, fat at the base and has a nice G-spot hitting curve.

So back then - about 20 years ago now - I joined an online"choice"grownup dating web site. Pretty soon after I got way more than I bargained for ! Within a couple day of posting my visibility, this girl … a 29-yo char at the time … answered my ad.

I looked up her visibility and it said something about her deep motivation to be punished."Well, that's sort of bend,"I remembered thinking. I didn't know anything about Doms and Subs and BSMD, but I was so hard up that I decided to diddle along and count on it out … it couldn't be THAT difficult, right ? I needed to get laid.

About the whole Dom thing … I 'm NOT AT ALL the fierce type ... the idea of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting confining, showing fondness, and giving and receiving erotic love. It was never about authorisation or power or control. But I needed a sexual fix, so I dove in.

Via electronic mail, the woman and I hit it off right away.

Here's one cause ; she made the early-internet-era mistake of having her name linked to her electronic mail. Her real epithet ! It was Joni, like from the old TV show glad Clarence Day. It only took me about 5 seconds to count up her address. I sent her a really variety and unthreatening government note to inform her of the cub error. I even asked if she wanted to restrain talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too often anxiety. My being honorable helped her trust me, and that trust opened up a Pandora's box of fun.

We chatted on line, and then on the phone."She sure does n't sound uncanny,"I thought to myself as I hung up after our get-go live conversation. I expected mortal who wanted to find painfulness during sex would exhibit some outward Tell, but there wasn't anything that stood out. I did learn that she'd been married and divorced, and that she was highly educated ( master key's degree ) and a professional educator. A reliable upright person … with a secret. She for certain wouldn't want the school board finding out about this alternative aliveness, eh ?

We agreed to match. Literally she said,"cum by my sign after schooling,"like she was setting up a play date.

I worked for myself at the time, so it was leisurely for me to align my agenda. Joni lived about 5 miles from my house so I swung by on my way home from the office. She lived in a tidy little brick bungalow in one of Chicago's aged neighborhoods. I swung into the narrow driveway, keep out the car down and hopped out not knowing what to expect. Joni had sent a face movie but it wasn't very flattering. I was one-half expecting her to be a Butter fount … as in she's got a hot body,"but her expression"is really ugly.

She was in her home's back railway yard and came out to greet meet. This girl was NOT a butter cheek. She had abruptly, curly, unsporting blonde hair, pretty drab centre, and a angelical smile. I'd surmise she was about 5'3 ”. Judging by how she filled out her jersey and jock underdrawers, she might have weighed 125 hammer. Her curves were mature and very sexy. For visualization purposes, I recall her breast were a big b-cup … zero grievous.

We sat on her pack terrace enjoying the shade on the tender summer good afternoon. I could only outride a short time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about life history, alum socio-economic class and the excitement of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her email faux pax. Things were going peachy.

As the proceedings ticked away, I had to get going. We both stood up, and respecting the fact that we were in plain sight of anybody who might have been exterior in the neighborhood, I didn't hug her or even hold her hand. But I did tell her very clearly that I wanted to take hold of her and osculate her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. Damn !

We stepped inside the house's belittled side of meat entrance. It was a petite blank space that was very moody compared to the bright outdoors. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim light as she closed the room access behind us. Like so many of those onetime small homes, from the bantam landing place you could go into the kitchen, into the movement keep elbow room, or fall down the basement stairs.

Standing close in the small entrance, she slid her organic structure close to mine, looked up into my optic and kissed me so passionately that the backs of my branch tingled.

After a few second, her tongue found mine, and then she stiffened it up and forced it in my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a big button ! After a few second of kissing like high-schoolers, I had her breasts out of her t-shirt. Her house teat were alike plump grape vine, and her boob filled my declamatory script just perfectly.

In my first act as a manque pretending-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left teat with my rightfulness indicator finger's breadth and thumb … not too backbreaking, but enough to let her bed I meant business. Her legs went feeble and she moaned the sexiest sound I'd ever heard come from a char. I figured,"I guess I'll get the hang of this !"Still holding her plump pap firmly, I could find her areola stint. She pulled back slightly, just enough to tug her breast skin tightly. And then another moan ....

I really had to get home, so I very reluctantly stopped what we were doing. The look in Joni's eyes was somewhere between out-of-control passion and genuine love. She looked up at me with such fuck-me eyes I almost creamed myself. But my real number life called me back to reality.

But to keep up the fantasy for her, after I let her nip go, I firmly slapped both breasts. The feeling of each white meat giving way to my open hands was intoxicating. And the shrewd slap sounded even louder in the quiet short house.

As Joni recovered from the bosom slap, we quickly agreed on our next merging, and chatted a few multiplication in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I referred to her as my Sweet Little bitch. Working to toy up the DOM matter, before our succeeding meeting I swung by the hardware memory board to buy some deep cotton fiber roach and a new service program knife. That 's me, always the kidder, but the response I got from Joni totally surprised me.

I arrived at her star sign on our 2d free rein engagement much earlier in the afternoon. I carried to rope and stab in my creature bag. I brought out the rope and flicked out the steel like some kind of deplorable and said, `` I gon na make you my bitch for real."Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

She led me down the cellar stairs to what seemed like an old, unused rec elbow room. There was some sluttish coming in from the meth engine block window and it was dead quiet. There was an old sofa pushed up against a wall, plus a yoke chairwoman and an old TV sitting on an even older coffee table. The tile floor was a simple checkerboard pattern. Everything was a little dusty. Like many planetary house of the era, a metal shaft traversed the shopping mall roof, and steel posts supported the beam.

I knew in a split second what I'd do. Transforming into what I thought a Dom should be, I looked at her, grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her toward me, and looked her right in the center."slip,"was all I said. She looked down. But I lifted her eyes back to me mine by holding her Kuki-Chin and lifting her header up firmly. She blinked and nodded.

I stepped back and crossed my weapons system to watch.

She started by taking off her t-shirt. Then her shorts. Then I told her,"Stop."Then I just looked at her. She blushed standing there in plain tegument colored bra like she'd article of clothing to figure out. Same for her bloodless boy-cut pantie.

I told her,"Turn around."I looked at her some more, then stepped closer and said in a critical tone,"White granny pants ? Seriously ? And you knew I was coming ? Fuuuuuuuuck."And with that I cocked my correct hand back, opened my thenar and swatted her the right way ass buttock with a heavily slap. She squealed and jumped up."Shut up,"I said,"That didn't hurt. I'm not even warmed up !"Then I moved to my left so I could slap her go away ass cheek with even more force. As I roughly grabbed her bra hold and unfastened it, I said,"take those ugly things off."She bent over facing away from me, and as she slid her pantie down, my mitt bull's eye began to show undimmed red on her china-white ass.

"bend around,"I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her panties from her feet, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her chest. I reached forward and used my entire helping hand to traveling bag between the cups and just pulled. Caught off guard, she wiggled her coat of arms free and they dropped back to her side.

"Nice nipple,"I said as I reached out with both helping hand to feel each breast from the side."They'll do."

"Thank you, maestro,"was her timid response.

I now had her au naturel in her own cellar. Next I focused on her breast. I was being a little rougher on her breasts than I ever thought I would be with a cleaning lady ... but she liked it ... it turned her on. Her mamilla were about ordinary size - say a 50-cent objet d'art - and with her commonwealth of arousal, they were plump and business firm. With one hand working each breast, she started yelling like it hurt ... but there was a smile on her face and the devil in her eye ....

I pushed her down on the lounge ... made a quick noose and tied her helping hand together and then fastened the rope to the metrical foot of the lounge.

Then I really went at her tits, twisting the Hades out of them .... she yelled so loudly that my ears rang. She never did use her prophylactic Scripture ... which she mumbled to me while I was biting the side of one of her bosom as a `` just in pillowcase '' thing. I got into a rhythm where I 'd purloin and twist, holding just long enough that I thought the burn would begin, then I 'd gently lay my wet, hot tongue across her mammilla. The demarcation of feel made her torso writhe, and the sounds she made were recherche. The gasps and flinch turned to pleasurable moan and coos.

After working on her white meat, I went for her twat backtalk. She was drenched, and not only her pussy. The inside of her thighs were also wet, and my finger's breadth slid easily around her inner and outer sassing. I 'd understudy between sliding around the outside of her slit, every so often tweaking her button, to plunging my digit recondite inside her. Her backtalk were so wet that it was hard to get a good hold on them, but I did a few prison term and twisted her prohibited backtalk hard.

As a reward for taking the pain, I planted my hot mouth on her pussy and gently sucked her lips into my rima oris. A few times I focused on her clit, gently, in a beleaguer way ... then I 'd pull my head back and while her eyes were closed, I 'd slap her twat with my hand, `` smack ! '' Her organic structure would convulse in surprisal then relax again as my mouth returned to sooth the sting.

I got her to the point of cumming a few times, but would n't let her .... until I was ready.

About then, I figured it was sentence for some unwritten action FOR ME ... she pursed her sass. She would n't fellate me ! gripe ...

It was then I realized that that while I was the Dom, but Joni was really in controller. Once she got what she wanted, then I 'd get what I wanted.

So now that I realized how to roleplay the plot, I pretended to be pissed, and so I spanked her ass and the backs of her thigh 'till they were garden pink and blotchy. I went after her tits and pussycat again, and let her cum.

It was only then that I got my BJ.

At this time in my animation I 'd had so footling unwritten, the experience sent my mind spinning. Her mouth was so literally hot, and she used decent press. She kept her hands moving around my pecker and orchis. Her spit made everything so slippery and sexy. It was also so erotic to watch my rooster disappear into her oral cavity. And the slurping and gulping sounds ...

As badly as I wanted to shoot a huge loading in her oral fissure, I had to get my cock in her cunt. I had her mounting on me.

I laid back on the old sofa and she climbed on. Her pussy was so wet that I slid in effortlessly. As hot as her mouth was, her cunt was even hotter. And delicate. She started bobbing and rocking away, but I slowed her down. My six-plus inches was bottoming out in her. I could palpate the cone of her cervix tweaking the tip of my cock when she came down on me with her full force. The pinpoint arousal on my gland drove me crazy.

I loved my stead under her. Joni 's white meat bobbing in front of me made a perfect aim for more `` torture. '' With both work force free, I could adopt a tit in each paw and squeeze them, then zero in on each mamilla to hook and twist. When I 'd do that, her body would tighten ... her eyes would crouch shut, her neck musculus would tense, her legs would close around me, and her slit would clinch down on my jibe.

Knowing that I was n't going to last much longer, I timed my coming so we both came at the same fourth dimension. I felt like I pumped jiz into her for an hour. My body quivered with aftershocks as my cum mixed with her pussy succus dripped out of her all over.

Afterwards, I just held her.

The repose of this post-orgasmic sentence was wonderful.

I showered at her house in a groggy shock. It was around 5:30 pm when I went habitation, and I was wobbly legged the rest of the night. Every sentence I thought about the experience, I my putz stiffened. The next day, I could n't end thinking about it. I had discovered the pleasure of being a professional, and found new power in being capable to pleasure a woman in a way that was new to me.

What happened shortly thereafter floored me.

I got this email from Joni. Here's what it said :"rich, If you get a divorce you can give birth me for life. I want you, I need you, and yet I ca n't accept all of you. This is n't fair. If I had just a twelvemonth or two before you filed for a divorce, I would be very patient. Since I know you won't change your life, I can't see you again. It hurts too much. Even so, I send you a big passionate kiss. Joni"

Over the succeeding year or two we corresponded a few metre. Joni got get married and earned her PhD. My Leslie Townes Hope is that she is leading a fantastic spirit surrounded by a love kinsperson. But I'll always remember Joni through the heat in her eyes and the sound from her lips when I twisted her mammilla …