I've had fun posting here, and these are two to a greater extent of my real-life stories posted on this land site :

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

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

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At the metre of this story I was closing in on 40 years old but still had the libido of a 16yo. Physically, I'm the nice-neighbor kind of guy who has a wagerer than mediocre Dad-Bod. My stomach is flat. My weapons system and legs are toned. I'm bloodless with an European olive tree complexion, 5'9"and just about 160 hammering, fortune of blue hair, and K eyes. My shaft is a bit over 6-inches, fat at the Base and has a nice G-spot hitting curve.

So back then - about 20 geezerhood ago now - I joined an online"alternative"grownup dating site. Pretty soon after I got way Sir Thomas More than I bargained for ! Within a dyad days of posting my profile, this girl … a 29-yo woman at the time … answered my ad.

I looked up her visibility and it said something about her deep need to be punished."Well, that's kind of twisted,"I remembered thinking. I didn't know anything about Doms and Subs and BSMD, but I was so backbreaking up that I decided to play along and cipher 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 trigger-happy type ... the estimation of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting closer, showing warmness, and giving and receiving dearest. It was never about control or ability or control. But I needed a intimate fix, so I dove in.

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

Here's one grounds ; she made the early-internet-era fault of having her name linked to her e-mail. Her real number gens ! It was Joni, like from the old TV show happy Days. It only took me about 5 seconds to look up her name and address. I sent her a really kind and unthreatening note to inform her of the rookie error. I even asked if she wanted to hold on talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too a good deal anxiety. My being dependable helped her trust me, and that faith opened up a Pandora's box of fun.

We chatted on line, and then on the phone."She sure does n't go weird,"I thought to myself as I hung up after our first springy conversation. I expected somebody who wanted to feel nuisance during sex would show some outward tells, 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's level ) and a professional educator. A straight erect person … with a secret. She sure wouldn't want the school board finding out about this alternative life, eh ?

We agreed to meet. Literally she said,"cum by my house after school,"like she was setting up a swordplay engagement.

I worked for myself at the time, so it was well-heeled for me to conform my docket. Joni lived about 5 sea mile from my house so I swung by on my way plate from the office. She lived in a tidy piffling brick bungalow in one of Newmarket's older vicinity. I swung into the narrow-minded private road, shut the car down and hopped out not knowing what to expect. Joni had sent a typeface ikon but it wasn't very flattering. I was half expecting her to be a Butter Face … as in she's got a hot body,"but her face"is really ugly.

She was in her home's back yard and came out to greet meet. This girl was NOT a butter face. She had short, curly, foul blond whisker, pretty profane eyes, and a sweet smile. I'd guess she was about 5'3 ”. Judging by how she filled out her t-shirt and jock trunks, she might have weighed 125 pound. Her curves were mature and very aphrodisiacal. For visualization intent, I recall her breasts were a with child b-cup … nothing monstrous.

We sat on her pack patio enjoying the shade on the fond summertime good afternoon. I could only stay a short time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about careers, graduate classes and the excitation of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her email faux pax. matter were going great.

As the min 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 let been away in the neighborhood, I didn't hug her or even book her hand. But I did differentiate her very clearly that I wanted to catch her and buss her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. Damn !

We stepped inside the plate's belittled side entry. It was a tiny space that was very drab compared to the hopeful outdoors. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim luminousness as she closed the door behind us. Like so many of those sr. small homes, from the tiny landing you could go into the kitchen, into the front living room, or fall down the basement stairs.

Standing close in the small incoming, she slid her dead body close to mine, looked up into my heart and kissed me so passionately that the backs of my leg tingled.

After a few moments, 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 clit ! After a few minute of arc of kissing like high-schoolers, I had her breasts out of her t-shirt. Her firm nipples were like plump grapes, and her breasts filled my large hands just perfectly.

In my first act as a would-be pretending-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left pap with my right index finger's breadth and pollex … not too hard, but enough to let her know I meant business. Her legs went washy and she moaned the sexy sound I'd ever heard come from a char. I figured,"I guess I'll get the hang of this !"Still holding her plump nipple firmly, I could finger her areola stretchiness. She pulled back slightly, just enough to tug her white meat pelt tightly. And then another groan ....

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

But to prolong the fantasy for her, after I let her nip go, I firmly slapped both breasts. The feeling of each knocker giving way to my unresolved work force was intoxicating. And the tart slap sounded even louder in the repose little menage.

As Joni recovered from the tit smack, we quickly agreed on our next meeting, and chatted a few fourth dimension in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I referred to her as my Sweet Little Bitch. Working to bet up the DOM thing, before our side by side confluence I swung by the hardware store to buy some thick cotton roofy and a new utility knife. That 's me, always the kidder, but the chemical reaction I got from Joni totally surprised me.

I arrived at her sign on our second play escort practically earlier in the good afternoon. I carried to rope and knife in my tool bag. I brought out the rope and flicked out the blade like some kind of felon and said, `` I gon na stool you my bitch for real."Her eye gleamed with excitement.

She led me down the basement stairs to what seemed like an old, unused rec way. There was some illuminate coming in from the glass closure windows and it was idle calm down. There was an old couch pushed up against a wall, plus a couple electric chair and an old TV sitting on an even older coffee mesa. The tile floor was a simple checkerboard pattern. Everything was a minuscule moth-eaten. Like many houses of the era, a metal beam traversed the essence ceiling, and steel postal service supported the ray of light.

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

I stepped back and crossed my arms to watch.

She started by taking off her jersey. Then her shorts. Then I told her,"Stop."Then I just looked at her. She blushed standing there in plain pelt colored bra like she'd habiliment to work. Same for her white boy-cut panties.

I told her,"Turn around."I looked at her some more, then stepped closer and said in a critical smell,"White granny knot pants ? Seriously ? And you knew I was coming ? Fuuuuuuuuck."And with that I cocked my veracious hand back, opened my palm and swatted her right hand ass boldness with a gruelling smacking. She squealed and jumped up."Shut up,"I said,"That didn't distress. I'm not even warmed up !"Then I moved to my left so I could slap her left ass nerve with even Sir Thomas More force play. As I roughly grabbed her bra clutch and unfastened it, I said,"return those ugly things off."She bent over facing away from me, and as she slid her step-in down, my hand soft touch began to render undimmed red on her china-white ass.

"Turn around,"I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her panties from her human foot, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her chest. I reached forward and used my integral paw to traveling bag between the cup and just pulled. Caught off safety, she wiggled her arms free and they dropped back to her side.

"Nice mamilla,"I said as I reached out with both work force to palpate each breast from the side."They'll do."

"Thank you, Master,"was her unsure reception.

I now had her defenseless in her own basement. side by side I focused on her pap. I was being a little rougher on her chest than I ever thought I would be with a cleaning woman ... but she liked it ... it turned her on. Her pap were about average size - say a 50-cent piece - and with her state of arousal, they were plump and business firm. With one hand working each breast, she started yelling like it hurt ... but there was a smiling on her face and the dickens in her eye ....

I pushed her down on the couch ... made a quick noose and tied her hands together and then fastened the circle to the foot of the couch.

Then I really went at her tits, twisting the hell out of them .... she yelled so loudly that my pinna rang. She never did use her prophylactic intelligence ... which she mumbled to me while I was biting the slope of one of her breasts as a `` just in case '' affair. I got into a round where I 'd top and writhe, holding just long enough that I thought the burn would begin, then I 'd gently lay my wet, hot tongue across her mamilla. The dividing line of tactual sensation made her consistency writhe, and the sounds she made were exquisite. The gasps and winces turned to pleasurable moans and coos.

After working on her titty, I went for her cunt lips. She was drenched, and not only her pussy. The interior of her thighs were also wet, and my finger's breadth slid easily around her inner and out lips. I 'd tack between sliding around the outside of her snatch, every so often tweaking her clit, to plunging my fingerbreadth deep inside her. Her lips were so wet that it was backbreaking to get a skilful wait on them, but I did a few times and twisted her outer lips hard.

As a reward for taking the nuisance, I planted my hot mouth on her kitty-cat and gently sucked her lips into my mouth. A few times I focused on her clit, gently, in a bothersome way ... then I 'd attract my head back and while her eyes were closed, I 'd slap her pussy with my hand, `` thunder ! '' Her body would convulse in surprise then relax again as my oral fissure 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 gear up.

About then, I figured it was fourth dimension for some oral action FOR ME ... she pursed her sass. She would n't suck me ! squawk ...

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

So now that I realized how to run the game, I pretended to be pissed, and so I spanked her ass and the rachis of her second joint 'till they were garden pink and blotchy. I went after her bosom and pussycat again, and let her cum.

It was only then that I got my BJ.

At this time in my life I 'd had so trivial oral, the experience sent my head spinning. Her rima oris was so literally hot, and she used nice insistency. She kept her hands moving around my shaft and chunk. Her saliva made everything so slippery and aphrodisiacal. It was also so erotic to look out my cock disappear into her backtalk. And the slurping and gulping audio ...

As badly as I wanted to blast a huge cargo in her mouth, I had to get my pecker in her snatch. 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 sass was, her cunt was even hotter. And softer. She started bobbing and rocking away, but I slowed her down. My six-plus column inch was bottoming out in her. I could palpate the cone of her cervix tweaking the tip of my prick when she came down on me with her good force play. The pinpoint stimulation on my secretor drove me half-baked.

I loved my position under her. Joni 's chest bobbing in strawman of me made a perfect aim for more `` torture. '' With both hands free, I could ask a tit in each hand and compact them, then zero in on each mammilla to filch and wrick. When I 'd do that, her body would tighten ... her center would scrunch shut, her neck muscle would tense, her legs would close around me, and her cunt would clinch down on my shaft.

Knowing that I was n't going to last much foresightful, I timed my climax so we both came at the same time. I felt like I pumped jiz into her for an hr. My organic structure quivered with aftershocks as my cum integrate with her pussy juice dripped out of her all over.

Afterwards, I just held her.

The peacefulness of this post-orgasmic clock time was wonderful.

I showered at her menage in a dazed stupor. It was around 5:30 pm when I went home, and I was wobbly legged the rest of the night. Every time I thought about the experience, I my stopcock stiffened. The following day, I could n't end thinking about it. I had discovered the pleasure of being a master copy, and found new exponent in being able 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 experience me for spirit. I want you, I need you, and yet I ca n't take all of you. This is n't fair. If I had just a twelvemonth or two before you filed for a divorcement, 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 next year or two we corresponded a few times. Joni got married and earned her PhD. My Hope is that she is leading a wondrous life surrounded by a loving family. But I'll always remember Joni through the passion in her middle and the audio from her rim when I twisted her mammilla …