Cassandra and Francis

I was perusing some paperback books in the mystery section of Mulligan's bookstore when I first noticed her. She was standing in the romance section, several shelves to my right. I didn't see her come in, I must have been looking at a book.

She appeared to be in her mid thirties. I'd like to tell you that her pretty face caught my attention first, but that would be a lie. She did have a very pretty face; but her body was much more than pretty, it was memorable. The provocative outfit she was wearing made it clear that she was both aware and proud of her incredible figure. Her tight fitting crop top struggled to confine her large breasts and her denim miniskirt just barely covered the cheeks of her full round ass.

A little wave of excitement rippled through my loins when I noticed her open toed, high heeled sandals and bright red nail polish. It took every bit of self restraint that I could muster to keep from throwing myself at her feet so that I could kiss and lick those delectable toes.

Her long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. The casual hairstyle suggested a woman on a relaxed Saturday morning shopping trip; but her dark eye makeup and heavily rouged lips created the impression that she was looking for more than just books. This was the kind of woman that has always turned my stomach into knots and thrown me into a total state of panic.

My name is Francis Townsend. My lady named me after a Revolutionary war hero, but that didn't make any difference to the bullies at Charles Gordon Elementary School. They loved making fun of my feminine name. It didn't help that I was a short, scrawny little guy with slightly effeminate features. Growing up, I was the butt of an endless barrage of playground jokes.

My two older sisters and their friends used to take great delight in dressing me up as a girl. Once they were done I was always mortified as they laughed and giggled about how convincing they'd made me look.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to tell you that I'm gay or a transvestite. I'm not. I'm a healthy red reded heterosexual. I will admit that I frequently fantasize about dominant women, and I do have a little foot fetish; but what the hell, all of us have one or two secret kinks.

What I am trying to tell you is that I have never been the big football player type of macho stud who attracts beautiful women, women like the brunette standing just a few feet away from me. Generally I have always shied away from these women. They scare the hell out of me. Nonetheless, I still appreciate a pretty face, a large round breast and a well formed buttock. What guy doesn't?

Once I noticed this sultry goddess, I couldn't stop myself from stealing covert glances at her. Oh I was smooth. I furtively watched her out of the corner of my eye while I pretended to read the preface to a book. I felt like a little kid peeking at the lingerie mannequins while he was walking through a department store hanging on to his lady's hand. I knew I was being naughty but I couldn't help myself.

I stoled several glances. I was just beginning to create a wonderful erotic fantasy about this earthy woman when I looked up and found her staring directly into my eyes. I immediately started blushing and looked away. I took a moment to gather my courage and then I discreetly glanced at her again. She was still watching me, only now she was smiling.

I interpreted her smile as a smirk. I was mortified. I quickly closed the book I was examining and walked straight to the checkout counter.

There were three people already waiting in line ahead of me. I stared at the floor. I desperately hoped that I could quickly complete my purchases and escape from the store before the beautiful woman had a chance to confront me about my brash behavior.

Suddenly a voice behind me said, "You're a shy little guy aren't you?"

I turned. To my complete mortification it was her.

My face turned a deep shade of crimmister. I started to try to stammer out an apology. "I'm sor...."

She smiled at me. It was a warm smile. "Relax Sweetie, I think your cute. Besides you're not exactly the only guy in the world who likes to stare at my big breasts." She paused for a moment and then she added, "Although I do like a guy who knows how to apologize to a woman."

I started my apology again, but she held up her hand. "It's okay."

There was something very soothing about her voice. I started to relax. I smiled at her.

She smiled back and whispered, "That's much better." And then she got a mischievous look in her eyes and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

My mouth dropped open in dismay.

She laughed. "Honey, don't get your hopes up; I'm talking about our books."

I was suddenly embarrassed again.

My gorgeous shopping partner recognized my discomfort and gently said, "Relax sweetie, I was just teasing you."

She extended her hand. "My name is Cassandra Riley."

I took her hand and gave it a vigorous shake.

Cassandra waited for a moment and then she laughed and said, "This is the point where you say your name."

I closed my eyes and stared at the floor. I realized that I was acting like a total buffoon. I seemed to be moving from one humiliating moment to the next.

She smiled at me and said, "well?"

"I umm I'm Francis Townsend."

Cassandra raised her eyebrows. "Francis?...Townsend."

I slowly nodded. "Yes, I'm named after a Revolutionary war hero"

She knowingly nodded. "The Swamp Fox."

I stared at her for a moment and then I said, "You know who Francis Marion was?"

She smiled at me. "Yes Francis I do. Does it surprise you that a woman might know something about American History?"

I nervously said, "I umm no, I didn't mean to offend..."

Cassandra laughed. "Francis, you didn't offend me, but if you feel the need to make amends, you could always buy me a cup of coffee."

I stared at her. I was speechless.

She shook her head and then she gently said, "Let me help you. Francis repeat after me. Cassandra Riley, you seem like a very interesting permister. I would love to get to know you better. Could I buy you a cup of coffee?"

She grinned at me as I obediently repeated her prompt word for word and then she said, "I love a man who knows how to take direction. Let's pay for our books and go to the coffee shop next door."

Our coffee date lasted for over two hours. We started by telling each other a little about ourselves. Cassandra worked as a secretary for a large company that sold wholesale building materials. She'd been married three times but was currently divorced. I told her that I'd been married one time and was also divorced. She was very impressed when I told her that I was an English Professor at the University and she confided to me that she'd always dreamed of going to college.

We discovered that we both loved classical music, art galleries, museums, red wine and of course reading. We spent at least a half hour talking about books. Cassandra told me that enjoyed mysteries and science fiction, but she also surprised me when she sheepishly admitted that romance stories about strong powerful men taming and seducing genteel women were a secret pleasure.

I wasn't surprised by Cassandra's admission that she enjoyed reading trashy novels, I liked some pretty trashy books myself. What surprised me was her confession that she enjoyed stories about powerful men conquering beautiful women. This seemed inconsistent with her constant innuendos about appreciating a man who knows how to take directions from a woman. Of course I was too shy to question her about this and instead responded by telling her about the trashy books that I enjoyed.

As our coffee date progressed it became increasingly evident that both of us were enjoying ourselves and neither of us wanted it to end.

Cassandra finally looked at her watch and said, "Francis I'm sorry, but I have some errands that I have to run this afternoon." She shook her head. "You're a wonderful man. I could easily spend the entire day with you." She stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Would you take me to dinner tonight?"

I was already falling in love with Cassandra. To keep from getting hurt I had spent the last two hours constantly reminding myself that once our coffee date ended I would probably never get to see her again. Now I was nearly overcome by a wave of pure joy. There was a huge grin on my face as I answered, "Yes please Cassandra, I would love to take you dinner tonight."

She smiled at me and said, "Wonderful". And then she opened her purse and took out a business card and a ball point pen. She wrote her address on the back of the card and handed it to me. "Francis, this is my address. The Kensington Grill is my favorite restaurant. Make a reservation for eight o'clock. If you pick me up at 7:40 we'll have plenty of time to get there.

She stood up and picked up her purse. "I'm sorry, but I have to run. I'll see you at 7:40."

I stood up. While I was saying goodbye Cassandra turned and walked out of the coffee shop. As I watched her leave a little wave of excitement rippled through my loins. The woman I was taking to dinner tonight was not only beautiful, she was very strong willed. Deep down inside, I realized that this was the woman of my dreams.

As soon as I got home I called the Kensington Grill. I was relieved to find out that they still had a dinner reservation available for eight PM. For some reamister the idea of calling Cassandra and telling her I couldn't get a table at the Kensington Grill terrified me.

Once that was done, I spent several hours trying to grade papers. I wasn't very efficient. I had trouble focusing my attention. My mind kept wandering to my beautiful goddess. I kept hearing her say, "I just love a man who knows how to take direction from a woman." The more I thought about her, the more I began to believe that Cassandra Riley was the woman of my dreams.

At five O'clock I gave up, put my work away and started getting dressed for my date. I moved slowly. I had too much time to *******. I spent some of the time deliberating about what I should wear. I changed clothes several times, but I finally I made my decision. I put my suit away and laid my blue blazer and gray flannel slacks on my bed.

I spent the next half hour showering, shaving, combing my hair and getting dressed. Once I was ready to go I looked at the clock. It was 6:15. I still had almost an hour and a half to *******.

I knew that I'd go crazy if I tried to stay in my apartment so I got in my car and drove to the bank. I went to the cash machine and withdrew $300. I had several credit cards, but for some reamister it was comforting to know that I also had cash with me. I didn't want anything to go wrong that evening.

I checked my watch as I left the bank. It was just a few minutes before seven. I still had forty minutes before I was due to arrive at Cassandra's. I thought for a moment and then I decided to find her apartment. It wouldn't hurt to drive by. That way I would know exactly where she lived.

I stopped and checked the back of the business card she'd given to me. It said; 451 Taylor Avenue South, apartment number 3.

It wasn't hard to locate Cassandra's address. I was familiar with the city. She lived in a very old and at one time a very wealthy neighborhood. It was the mansion district from a bygone era. When I turned the corner onto her street, I saw that her apartment wasn't in a traditional apartment building. She lived in one of the local mansions. I understood immediately, many of these classic houses had been divided into apartments. I assumed this was the case with Cassandra's building.

A large Lexus was parked immediately in front of Cassandra's building. I pulled up behind it and took a moment to check out her house. There were three mailboxes attached to the wall next to her front door. I assumed that Cassandra's apartment was on the top floor.

I looked at my watch, it was 7:15. I still had twenty-five minutes to *******. I felt silly just sitting in front of Cassandra's apartment so I put my Honda Civic into gear and pulled away from the curb. I spent the next twenty minutes slowly cruising around her neighborhood.

At 7:35 I drove back to Cassandra's apartment. It was 7:39 when I turned onto her street. The Lexus was still parked in front of her building. I once again pulled in behind it. Suddenly I was very anxious. I took several deep breaths to try to calm my nerves and then I shut my engine off, opened my car door, stepped out into the street and checked my watch. It was 7:40.

When I got to the porch I looked at the three mailboxes. The top one had the number 3 painted on it. A small card bearing the name C. Riley was taped onto the space below the number. There was a door bell next to the mailbox. I pressed it and waited. I waited for what seemed like a long time, but was probably less than a half minute. When I didn't get a response I pressed the button again. This time I waited a full minute. There was still no response. I tried the front door, it was locked.

I was just about to take out my cell phone and call Cassandra when I heard her voice. There was a small speaker located above the door. "Is that you Francis?"

"Hi Cassandra, yes it's me."

The door buzzed. Cassandra said, "Francis, please come up."

I tried the front door again. This time it was unlocked. I stepped inside. There was a door to my left with the number 1 painted on it. To my right there was a narrow stairway going up.

I started climbing. When I got to the second floor I heard a door open above me. A man's voice said, "Thanks Cassie, I'll see you at work on Monday."

Cassandra's voice answered. "Bill I had a wonderful time, thanks for stopping by."

I stopped and listened. There was silence. It almost seemed like they might be kissing and then I heard a door close and footsteps started down the stairs.

Suddenly a man appeared around the bend in the stairway. He was a tall very handsome man. He appeared to be in his early forties. When he saw me he stopped and stared. After a moment he chuckled and walked by without saying a word.

I continued up the stairs. When I got to the third floor I knocked on Cassandra's door. She opened it immediately. 'Hi Francis, please come in."

I stared at Cassandra. I was a little amazed. She wasn't ready. She was wearing a silk robe that just barely came down to her mid thighs. Her hair was mussed and her makeup was smeared. Her robe was loosely tied at her waist. She was obviously naked underneath. Her large breasts were almost fully exposed.

Cassandra noticed me staring at her. She self consciously pulled her robe together and tightened the belt.

I was completely befuddled. I didn't know what to do or say. It appeared to me that Cassandra and the man who had just left had been having sex.

Cassandra grabbed my arm. As she pulled me into her apartment I said, "Who was that man?" I just sort of blurted it out.

Cassandra thought for a moment and then she said, "That was Bill Marvin. We work together. I'm a notary public, it's one of my duties at our office. Bill had some permisteral papers that he needed notarized. I took care of them for him."

"Dressed like that?" I again just blurted it out.

Cassandra stared at me. Gradually her stare turned into an icy glare. Finally she very quietly said "Francis I just told you why Bill was here. This morning at coffee I thought you might be the perfect man for me, but now you're beginning to sound like my three ex husbands. If you're not going to trust me, if you're going to be a jealous ass; then I suggest that you turn around and leave right now."

I didn't know what to do. I was ashamed, embarrassed, confused and very nervous. For a moment I felt like I was back with my ex-wife.

I looked at Cassandra. "I ummm...."

"Francis you may apologize for your rude behavior, but if your next words are anything but an apology I will demand that you leave immediately."

Cassandra stood perfectly still with her arms sternly crossed over her chest.

I didn't want to leave. I was also feeling guilty. This was our very first date. Even if Cassandra was having sex with another man right before I arrived, it was really none of my business.

I took a deep breath. "Cassandra I am..."

"Get down on your knees."

"What?"

"I want you on your knees when you apologize to me."

I stared at Cassandra in dismay.

She stared back. After a moment she said, "Francis I am waiting."

As Cassandra stared at me I suddenly realized that I was starting to get very excited. At the beginning of this story I mentioned that I often had fantasies about dominant women. This situation was beginning to feel more and more like one of those fantasies.

I quickly made my decision. Now I was not only willing to apologize to Cassandra, I was eager to do it. My entire body was tingling as I dropped to my knees. When I looked up at Cassandra she was smiling. At that moment I realized that she was enjoying this every bit as much as I was.

I took a deep breath and slowly said, "Cassandra I apologize for my rude behavior. I had no business questioning your explanation. I promise I will never do it again, please forgive me."

Cassandra reached down and gently helped me to my feet. "Francis I forgive you. I do understand that this was probably the first time you ever walked into this kind of a situation. I am sure that it was very confusing for you. Just remember that it will always be better for both of us if you accept my explanations without question."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I think this little misunderstanding might actually have been very fortunate. It appears that we both just learned a great deal about each other and I have to say, that I am very excited about what I just saw."

Cassandra grabbed my hand. "Come with me, you can keep me company while I get dressed for our date".

Cassandra led me into her bedroom. I immediately noticed that the bed was a mess. The covers had all been pushed to the floor and there was a large wet spot in the middle of the sheet. It was obvious that the man who passed me on the stairs had just finished fucking Cassandra on this bed.

Cassandra noticed me staring at the wet spot. She watched me for a moment. When I didn't say anything she smiled and said; "Francis be a dear, get a wash cloth from the bathroom and wipe that spot up. They always get so hard and crusty if they're allowed to dry."

The moment I got on my knees and apologized I had submitted to this woman's will. We both knew it. There wasn't any point in my trying to reestablish some sort of macho permistera. Neither of us wanted that. Now the only question that remained to be answered was just how submissive was I willing to be for this woman.

Cassandra was asking me to clean another man's semen off of her bed sheet. This was a test. She was trying to find out just how far I was willing to go. I quickly decided that I was willing to go as far as she wanted to take me.

I politely bowed my head and said, "Yes ma'am, I'll take care of it right away."

Cassandra stared at me as I walked into the bathroom. I found a wash cloth near the sink and got it wet. When I returned she was still standing in the same spot. She wordlessly watched as I obediently wiped Bill Marvin's drying cum off of her bed sheet. As soon as I was done I took the soiled cloth back into the bathroom and carefully rinsed it out and then I hung it on the towel rack so it could dry.

When I returned Cassandra was smiling. "Francis I am very impressed by your obedience. In fact I have to admit that I find it very exciting."

I was also very excited and it seemed to me that at this moment honesty was by far the smartest course of action so I again bowed politely and said, "I am also finding it very exciting."

Cassandra took a deep breath, unfastened her robe and let it drop to the floor. Her naked body was even more gorgeous than I had imagined. I tried not to stare at her, but it was difficult.

She noticed my attempt at being polite and laughed. "It's okay Francis, I want you to look at me. I'm proud of my body." She giggled. "Besides it's your reward for being so obedient."

I laughed and said, "Thank you very much. It's a wonderful reward."

Cassandra winked at me and then she turned and sat down at her makeup table. "I took a shower before Bill got here, so all I have to do is redo my makeup, brush my hair and put on my dress. Why don't you make my bed while I get ready."

I grinned and again said, "Yes ma'am, I'll take care of it right away."

Cassandra was putting on fresh eye makeup. She set her mascara brush down, turned around and looked at me. "Francis are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

I nodded. "Yes, I believe I am."

Cassandra worked quickly. By the time I was done making her bed she had applied fresh makeup, brushed her hair and was slipping her dress over her head.

After she pulled her dress into place Cassandra walked over to the bed. She took a moment to inspect the job I had done and then she said; "Very good Francis, this is very neat. Most men that I know do a very sloppy job when they make a bed." She patted my butt. "You would make an excellent wife."

She grabbed my hand. "Come on, we're late for dinner."

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Goodhusband,
It's great to see you back in production. I dearly love your stories and intend to follow Cassandra and Francis to their exciting conclusion.
Thank you so much for another great story.

Great start - looking forward to the next part

Goodhusband, this sounds like another one of your marvellous stories ... can't wait to see the rest!

Bravo! You are an artist. Please continue.

Mmmmmmmmmmm....the build up begins......Tony pointed me here GH I'll be checking back
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Wow GH, I see we are to get no reprieve from you, no chance to break our addiction! Fantastic!
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All of you, thank you for your encouragement.

GH

It was almost 8:30 by the time we arrived at the Kensington Grill. I was worried that we'd lost our reservation, but we were in luck. They had several groups who chose to linger over their dinner, so they were running late. Our tardiness turned out to be a welcome relief for the restaurant. A table was just opening up for us as we arrived.

Once we were seated, we ordered martinis. We surveyed the menu while we waited for our cocktails. Both of us were hungry. As soon as our martinis arrived we ordered our dinner.

After the waiter was gone we both took a big sip of our cocktails and relaxed. For a little while the electricity of sexual domination that had permeated the air in Cassandra's apartment ebbed and we returned to the mundane, but important conversation of the coffee shop. We continued to get to know each other. We talked about our families, our interests, our dreams and our disappointments.

We had a second round of martini's. When our salads arrived I ordered a bottle of wine.

The dinner was excellent, so was the wine. After dinner we were both full so we chose coffee and cognac as an alternative to dessert. As we sipped our cognac Cassandra leaned across the table and said, "Tell me about your marriage".

I smiled, took a minute to collect my thoughts and then I told her.

"Her name was Emily. We got married 11 years ago. I had just completed my PhD. She was a high school English teacher working on her masters degree. I thought we were in love." I sighed. "I think I might still be a little in love with her."

Cassandra stared at me. "What happened?"

"About three months after we got married I was teaching an evening class that was canceled. I came home early. I found her in bed with the football coach from the high school where she taught."

"What did you do?"

"I blew up, said awful things to her and stormed out of the house." I shrugged. "Later that night I called her and tried to apologize but she wouldn't talk to me."

"Why would you apologize? She was the one who was cheating."

"I know, I've spent many hours thinking about that since it happened. I guess the answer is that I didn't really blame her for cheating."

"What makes you say that?"

I stared at the floor for a moment and then I quietly said, "I'm not very good in bed."

Cassandra started to chuckle but stopped herself. She reached across the table and held my hand. "I'm sorry Francis, I didn't mean to laugh. It just struck me as funny. I mean, it's not the kind of thing most men are generally willing to admit; especially when they're on a first date."

I smiled at her. "Well if our relationship develops, you're going to find out anyway, so we might as well get it out in the open."

Cassandra burst out laughing. "Francis, I just love your honesty." She took a moment to collect herself and then she said; "Okay, so tell me why you think you're so bad in bed."

I stared at her. "You're going to make me put it right out there aren't you."

She shrugged. "You brought it up; besides, as you just said, if our relationship goes anywhere I'm going to find out anyway."

"All right, I have a tiny penis and I tend to ejaculate quickly."

"How tiny?"

"You do understand that this is very embarrassing, don't you?"

"Just relax and tell me."

"Four inches."

"Erect or soft?"

"Erect."

Cassandra raised her eyebrows and said, "That's tiny."

"You're not helping."

She grinned at me. "Actually I may be helping. I haven't walked out of the restaurant have I? Now that I know, you don't have anything to be nervous about anymore, do you?"

"I guess that's true."

"All right, how quickly?"

"Very."

"What do you mean?"

"Often before I get it in."

Cassandra considered this for a moment and then she said, "Okay, we've established the fact that you're not very good at sexual intercourse." She smiled at me. "But there are other ways to please a woman."

"I don't understand?"

Cassandra winked at me. "I love a man who knows how to use his tongue."

"My ex wife would never let me do that. She thought it was dirty."

Cassandra shook her head. "She has no idea what she was missing."

"I'm not sure I'd know what to do."

"Well maybe we'll have to give you your first lesmister tonight."

I stared at her. "You mean you want to...tonight?"

Cassandra stared at me and slowly nodded her head.

My face must have turned red because she suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Francis you are so cute when you get embarrassed."

I smiled at her. "You may just be the most wonderful woman I've ever met.

Cassandra's expression became very serious. She stared at the floor for a moment and then she looked up at me and quietly said, "Francis that might be the nicest thing a man has ever said to me."

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We were both silent for a moment and then I smiled at Cassandra and said, "All right, now it's your turn. Tell me about your marriages."

Cassandra shook her head. "I did the same thing your ex-wife did."

"What do you mean?"

"I cheated."

"On all three husbands?"

"Oh yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm just a slut."

"That's a pretty harsh name to put on yourself."

She shrugged. "I suppose I'm used to it, people have been calling me that since I was a sophomore in high school." She thought for a moment and then she said, "Francis I don't know why, but I've always loved sex. When I was in high school I never wanted just one boyfriend, I wanted lots of guys." She laughed. "And I had lot's of guys. When the boys know you're easy you get asked out every night of the week."

Cassandra was quiet again. She was obviously thinking about all of this. Finally she said, "I know it sounds like I was doing it for attention, but that's not true. Francis I love to fuck and I love variety. Sometimes I think I have the sex drive of a man."

She stared at me. I smiled at her. When she realized that I wasn't going to judge her she continued. "I've come to the conclusion that I can never be married." She closed her eyes. "Francis I wish that wasn't true. I am so lonely; but I know I can never be faithful to just one man."

She laughed. "When I married my second husband three of my old boy friends *******ped me during the reception. It's a common wedding prank, only we didn't just drive around. We went to a motel. Each of the guys took a turn fucking me and then we returned to the reception. After we got back I danced with my new husband while the semen from three other men was running down my thighs ."

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "Francis the guys couldn't keep their mouths shut. They bragged to everyone about how they took turns fucking me on my wedding night. My new husband heard about it. Two weeks after the wedding my second marriage was annulled."

She looked at me and shrugged. "I guess it really wouldn't have mattered. I would have kept on cheating on him. He would have eventually caught me with someone else. We would have still ended up in divorce court."

She took a deep breath and stared into my eyes. "Francis, Bill Marvin fucked me just before you got to my apartment this evening."

I nodded and quietly said, "Yes, I know."

She continued. "He's married. Every Saturday afternoon his wife visits her lady and her sister. For the past two years he's spent that time at my apartment fucking me. Usually he comes over at three and he's gone by five, but this afternoon his wife and her sister decided to take their lady to dinner. His wife didn't leave their house until 5:30. Bill got to my apartment at 6:00. I tried to make him go. Francis I really like you. I was so afraid that you would turn around and leave if you found Bill at my apartment when you arrived."

She shrugged. "He kissed me and I melted. That's all it takes. I don't have any control."

I looked at her. "Why did you make up that phony story about notarizing papers?"

"I don't know, I had to tell you something. I was afraid you were going to walk out. I guess I'm used to lying about my infidelity."

"You made me get down on my knees and apologize when I challenged the story."

Cassandra got very quiet. It was apparent that she was thinking about this. Finally she sighed and said, "It felt like the beginning of one of the fights I used to have with my ex-husbands. It brought up old anger."

She looked at me. "Why did you apologize?"

I smiled. "I guess it reminded me of the situation with my ex-wife. I tried so hard to make amends to her for losing my temper that afternoon."

"You were justified when you got mad. She was cheating on you."

"Is that really the worst thing in the world?"

Cassandra stared at me in silence.

"She slept with that man, but I don't think she loved him. She never married him." I laughed, it was a nervous laugh. "She eventually did marry someone else, but only after we'd been separated for a very long time." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I have spent so many nights wishing that when I walked into that bedroom I would have just turned around, went back downstairs, made myself a take and waited until they were done fucking. I'd like to know if we could have made it work. I would have been very willing to let her have an occasional fling."

We were both quiet for a moment and then I looked up at Cassandra. "There was another reamister that I apologized."

Cassandra studied me. I smiled at her.

She started to giggle.

I grinned at her. "You know what I'm talking about."

Now she was smiling. She licked her lips. "Tell me, I want to hear you say it."

"Do I really have to? You were the one who made me get down on my knees?"

Cassandra stared at me. The smile on her face turned into a wicked grin as she said, "You did it."

"Yes I did and we both enjoyed it didn't we?" I took a deep breath. "You also made me wipe that man's semen off of your bed sheets and then you made me make your bed."

"That was hot wasn't it?"

"I think it may have been the most exciting thing I have ever done in my entire life."

Cassandra started giggling again. "I actually got wet when I saw you cleaning up Bill's cum."

"So where does this leave us?"

"I still want to hear you say it."

"What?"

"You know."

"You're really going to make me do this?"

She laughed. "This is only the first of many offenses I intend to make you endure."

My entire body started tingling with excitement. I felt like I was perched at the edge of a great abyss. I took a deep breath and jumped over the side. "Cassandra Riley I am willing to submit to your will."

Cassandra reached out and grabbed my hand. "Francis call the waiter and pay the bill. It's time for you to show me your apartment."

HOT story, very well written

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Great start GH, I'm sure it will be another masterpiece of yours.

How was your golf trip?

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Wonderful as always, GH. Truly exciting!
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Thankyou, I appreciate your kind words. Your comments keep me writing.

GH

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I sent you a pm about golf in Arizona.

GH

Alamodom

Thank you, I agree. I am certainly a submissive masochist and I appreciate a good fantasy about a cruel heartless dom, it's not real life. Two people living together in a committed relationship need to express their love for each other. They may play wonderful sex games with each other, but they also have to take some time to just love each other.

I also believe that a man cannot be cuckolded by a woman who doesn't love him. She's just relaxing with a man who she prefers.

I like to think that I write romantic cuckold stories.

Thank you for your post.

GH

I am sorry that this next post has been so long in coming. Lately the real world has been demanding my attention.

GH

It was almost 10:30 by the time we left the Kensington grill. It was late May. It was dark, but the evening was still warm. As soon as we pulled out of the parking lot we opened the car windows. The fresh air felt good. We talked quietly and enjoyed the warm breeze while we drove to my apartment.

When we turned onto the road that led to my apartment building Cassandra looked at me. "Francis this is the way to Malone's."

Malone's was a popular supper club on the bluffs of the Mississippi River. It had a reputation as a hangout for mature men and women who were looking for a one night stand.

I smiled at Cassandra. "Yes I live less than a block from Malone's."

Cassandra stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Really? How come I've never seen you there?"

"Do you go there frequently?"

Cassandra laughed. "Yes, at least two or three nights a week."

I shrugged. "Well I've never been there."

"You live less than a block away and you've never been there?"

I nodded. "That's right."

"Francis I have to take you there. Malone's is a wonderful night club. On a good night it's absolutely crawling with hot guys. Jennifer and I love the place."

"Who's Jennifer?"

"My best friend. I can't wait to introduce you to her."

We drove around a curve. A huge sign appeared ahead of us. It flashed the words, "Malone's, Dining and Dancing" in large blue and white neon letters.

We passed the nightclub. Cassandra's eyes were fixed on the parking lot. "There's a good crowd tonight. Oh there's Ron's Corvette."

I looked at her. "Who's Ron?"

"Just a guy I know."

I switched on my turn indicator. As we slowed and turned into my apartment building Cassandra shook her head. "Francis this is the Bluffs; you don't live here do you?"

I grinned at her. "Yes I do."

"The Bluffs is one of the most exclusive high rise apartment buildings in the city. How can you possibly afford to live here? Francis are you rich?."

I laughed. "I don't know, it all depends on how you define rich." I took a deep breath. This part scared me. If Cassandra and I got together I wanted it to be because we enjoyed each other and not because I had money. Still, if we were going to form a relationship Cassandra was eventually going to figure out that I was wealthy so I decided that we might as well get it out in the open.

As I pulled into the basement parking garage I said, "Do you remember that I told you at dinner that my lady and man were divorced when I was two?"

"Yes."

"Do you also remember that I told you the only contact I had with my man was a greeting card and a check on Christmas and my birthday?

"Yes, it made me feel bad."

"I also told you that he died, right?"

"Yes five years ago."

"Well I didn't tell you that he was an executive for one of the largest oil companies in the world. When he died he left a large sum of money to myself and my sisters."

"How large?"

"I'm afraid to tell you."

"Why?'

"Because if we get together I want it to be because you like me and not because I have money."

Cassandra got very quiet. She was obviously thinking about this. Finally she said. "Francis, I can't remember when I have been as excited about going home with a guy as I am right now." She shook her head. "It's not because of the sex." She chuckled. "Although I do plan to have a lot of fun with you tonight." She sighed, "Francis, do you remember at dinner when I told you I was lonely?"

I nodded, "Yes, so am I."

"I relax with a large number of men, but none of them care about getting to know me. You do. This morning and tonight at dinner you didn't just flirt with me so you could get me into bed, you took the time to ask me about my life. You listened to me. You actually seemed to care about what I said."

Cassandra sighed. "Francis I know I like you, but we just met this morning. I don't know how all of this is going to turn out. Part of me is very excited and another part of me is afraid. I've been hurt too many times. I don't let my guard down easily. Right now I just want to spend some time with you. I want to enjoy you and I hope you'll enjoy me."

She smiled at me. "Francis at this moment, money is the farthest thing from my mind." She laughed. "Don't get me wrong, I love the things money can buy, but it's never been a big motivator for me. Pleasure is my vice and companionship is the treasure I seek. Sweetheart if our relationship starts to get serious I'll sign any prenuptial agreement you give me. Baby I'm not interested in stealing your money, I want your heart."

I shrugged. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

Cassandra laughed. "Francis you don't need to apologize. I'm not offended. You don't know me very well. You should protect yourself." She smiled at me. "Actually, the fact that you're worried about how this might affect our relationship makes you even more attractive to me. Most guys would have told me they were rich just so they could impress me."

I pulled the car into my parking space. As I stopped and shifted into park Cassandra said, "So just how rich are you?"

I closed my eyes and thought for a moment and then I turned to her and said, "The recession has done some damage to my stock portfolio so I don't have an exact figure." I took another moment to think and finally said, "Between stocks, bonds and real estate holdings I have at least forty million dollars."

"What!"

I grinned at Cassandra."

She shook her head and said, "Your man was a very rich man."

I nodded. "Yes he was, but I live very frugally. I invested virtually all of my inheritance and up until recently the investments have been very lucrative."

"Did the recession really hurt you?"

"I think it hurt everyone who had investments."

Cassandra kept staring at me. It was obvious that she was curious about this, so I continued."

"My investment company had me very well diversified, so I didn't get hurt as badly as some people did. Also unless you have to start selling stocks or real estate, the losses only exist on paper. Eventually the economy will recover. When it does, my investments will start to regain there old value."

"Did your ex-wife get any of your inheritance?"

I shook my head. "No, she divorced me five years before my man died and I rarely talked about him while we were married, so she didn't know he had money."

"Does she know how rich you are now?"

I laughed. "No she doesn't. I haven't spoken to her in several years and I really don't see any point in telling her."

Cassandra laughed. "Francis you're a better permister than I am. If I'd been in your place I would have made sure that she knew exactly what she'd missed."

I smiled. "Enough about money, let's go up to my apartment."

As we got out of my car Cassandra said, "One last question."

I stopped. "All right."

"If you have so much money, how come you drive this little car?"

I grinned at her. "I like this little car. What would a big fancy car do for me?

"It might get you laid once in a while."

"Would it really help? I mean, I'd still have a tiny cock and I'd still cum the moment a woman touched it."

Cassandra laughed and slapped me on the ass. "Come on studman let's go up to your apartment. I want to see this tiny cock that I've heard so much about."

The Bluffs is an eighteen story luxury high rise apartment building constructed on a promontory overlooking the Mississippi River. I live on the sixteenth floor.

The view from the large windows in my living room is breathtaking at anytime of the day, but it's particularly spectacular at night. The dazzling show provided by the lights of the city captures the attention of everyone who enters the room.

The view becomes even more staggering when you walk through the pair of French doors and stand outside on the open balcony. From there you not only see the lights of the city, but you can also look down at the dark presence of the majestic upper Mississippi River as it silently flows through it's gorge 600 feet below the balcony.

The moment we entered the living room Cassandra walked straight to the picture windows and said, "Francis this is fabulous."

I proudly walked over, placed my arm around her waist and slipped into my best imitation of an urbane playboy. "Yes my dear, it really is quite spectacular."

Cassandra grinned at me and then she kissed my cheek. "Francis you've been fooling me with this facade of a meek English professor. You're actually a notorious stud aren't you?"

"Yes Cassandra, you've discovered my true nature. The meek professor is a permistera I adopt so that I can lure innocent young women to my lair and defile them for my permisteral gratification."

Cassandra burst out laughing. "Francis you are absolutely priceless." She grabbed my hand. "Come on stud, let's go out on the balcony. I want to take a moment and admire this view before you start defiling me."

She led me through the French doors. A warm May breeze gently blew through our hair as we walked over to the railing and looked down. For a moment we stood next to each other in silence and stared at the dark river below us. In the background the soft rhythms of a romantic ballad emanated from the outdoor patio at Malone's.

The combination of the warm breeze, the lights of the city, the soft music and the powerful river flowing below us combined to create a magical moment. Cassandra turned and quietly whispered, "Kiss me Francis."

I gave her a light peck on the lips,

Cassandra laughed. "No Francis, men do it like this."

She took me in her arms and kissed me. At first, it was a just a gentle kiss, but our passion grew quickly. Both of us were starved for affection. I had been alone for several years and while Cassandra had many men, those bonds were always born out of a mutual desire for physical pleasure rather than emotional satisfaction.

As our passion grew so did our lust. Cassandra suddenly broke off our kiss and said, "Take me to your bedroom Francis. I want you."

This was not a command that was difficult to obey. I took Cassandra's hand and led her back into the apartment and down the hall to my bedroom.

I was a fastidious housekeeper so I wasn't worried about entertaining at the spur of the moment. When we entered my bedroom it was immaculate.

Cassandra looked around and laughed. "Francis, your apartment is neater than my lady's house."

I started to respond, but she put her finger on my lips and stopped me. "Don't talk, just undress me."

I nodded and quickly removed Cassandra's dress and hung it in my closet. When I returned she was unclasping her brassiere. As she tossed it on my dresser I couldn't help looking at her large breasts. They were beautiful.

Cassandra saw me staring and laughed. "Do you like my big titties Francis? If you take your clothes off I'll let you play with them as much as you want."

I grinned. Sex had become traumatic for me, but with Cassandra it was different. She had a way of making me feel at ease.

I took my shirt off. As I walked to the closet to hang it up Cassandra stopped me. "Francis, toss it on your dresser. You're done wearing it. It won't hurt if it gets wrinkled."

I obediently tossed my shirt onto the dresser. When I turned and faced Cassandra I was blushing.

Cassandra shook her head. "Francis I'm not used to being seduced by a man who's blushing."

I shrugged. "I'm sorry I just..."

"Francis you don't have to apologize. I'm finding you to be incredibly charming." She smiled. "But I'm afraid I might be an old lady by the time you get your pants off."

"Sorry."

I kicked off my shoes, removed my socks and unbuckled my belt. I was just about to drop my trousers and my underpants when I stopped and looked at Cassandra. "This is kind of scary. Promise me you won't laugh."

She smiled. "I promise."

I dropped my pants and my underpants to my ankles. After I stepped out of them I looked up at Cassandra. My little penis was standing at attention.

She stared at it for a moment and then she said, "You weren't kidding were you Francis. That is the smallest penis I have ever seen in my entire life."

I slowly nodded, but I was crestfallen. I don't really know what I was expecting, but Cassandra's frankness surprised me.

Cassandra sensed that she'd hurt my feelings. She walked over to me and gently put her arms around my shoulders. "Baby, it is small and I think we have to be very honest with each other." She softly brushed her lips against my ear. "It doesn't mean that I don't like it. Francis you have a little penis, but it's your penis. I already adore you and because I adore you I adore your little penis."

Her left hand dropped to my crotch. She picked up my tiny erection and tenderly held it in her fingertips. "Francis I love your little cock. I think it's going to become my favorite toy."

My entire body tingled as Cassandra started to squeeze the shaft. I put my arms around her and kissed her hard. She kissed me back and as she kissed me she started pumping my cock with her fingers.

Suddenly I felt that familiar sensation of pleasure building in my loins. I reached down and tried to pull Cassandra's hand away. I didn't want to humiliate myself by cumming immediately.

She broke off our kiss and stopped me from pulling her hand away so she could continue stroking my cock. "No Francis, it's okay; I want you to cum. If we're going to have an honest relationship it's important that we both understand each other and that we both know that we understand each other.

Suddenly my muscles tightened. There was a moment of intense pleasure and then I started to ejaculate. Cassandra kept pumping my little cock. As she stroked me, my semen dribred all over her hand.

Once I was done cumming she she stared into my eyes while she brazenly licked my fresh semen off of her fingers.

GH,
You needn't apologize for the time between episodes, just PLEASE keep them coming! I have a feeling Ms. Cassandra is going to excite many of us with her loving care of the poorly endowed Francis.
Thank you sooo much; I wait in anticipation.......
CB

awesome

You do indeed write very good and very romantic cuckold stories GH
Wonderful wonderful build up yet again
I'm enjoying....

Thank you
Mel x

Looks like another winner GH. Love it already.