My fantasy- in story form

Master (part 1)“Hey” he said letting the greeting linger with open arms as if I was and old friend he hadn’t seen in a while. Being more than a bit nervous, this put me at ease a little. “Here, let me get that for you” he offered, grabbing my bag and showing me in. “This is it” he proclaimed gesturing his hands toward the living/kitchen area.”

“Very nice” I said. It was very nice. You could tell he was a bachelor because it had a man cave quality about it, you know, big comfortable chairs, big tv, not a lot of nick-knacks or decorations and a lot of plain simple lines. It was also very clean and smelled nice. I liked it and was beginning to feel more at ease.“Sit down, relax” he suggested motioning to the couch, “let me get you a beer.”

“Thanks” I replied a little surprised by how this was going. It wasn’t at all how I had imagined. Actually, I had no idea what to expect about the first time we met, other than imagining it being completely intimidating. I mean here I was meeting a man for the first time that I had shared my most intimate sexual desires with and he’s acting like I’m just one of his buddies here to see the game.

Before I could finish my puzzling thoughts he came around the corner and said, “Here you go” while handing me an unopened beer and setting another down on the coffee table in front of me.

“Thanks” I replied. I was grateful for the beer because my mind was racing so fast I couldn’t keep up with it and I hoped the holy water might slow it down. Instead of sitting next to me as I assumed he would, he sat in what was presumably his chair. I was trying really hard to act calm, cool and collected as I drank the beer but I was literally shaking a little when I went to pick up and set down my beer on the coffee table. He seemed oblivious however as he surfed through the channels for something for us to watch. By the time I was on my second beer, I was starting to feel much more comfortable. “Wow, this is not how I imagined it” I finally said.

“I know” he replied, “We’ll get to the fun stuff all in good time, but I can tell you’re very nervous and I want to make sure your comfortable every step of the way. In order for you to trust me, you’re going to have to be comfortable around me. If I were to have jumped on you at the front door, you probably would have gotten scared and ran away.” And then he paused, stared into my eyes lovingly and continued, “We don’t have to rush this.”

He looked back at the tv, took a sip of his beer, “Besides, there is nothing feminine looking about you right now so you’ll definitely have to doll up first” he said with a grin, never taking his eyes off the tv.That smug bastard, I thought. That’s the guy I know from our emails. The little prick always knew how to reel me in. I glared at him, “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Down the hall” he said, “Your bag’s already in there.”

I had already planned to pull out all the stops to night but now I was on a mission. I knew he was toying with me but I couldn’t help falling for it every time. Why did he have this effect on me, I wondered. He is handsome but so damn cocky. It’s all I could think about as I was changing into my stockings and dress. I had already shaven everywhere so all that was left was my makeup wig and nails. I took special care in getting everything perfect. I was going to show him just how worthy of him I was. When I finished I strutted down the hall. Of course he couldn’t see me from where he was sitting but I was feeling fine. When I got to the entrance of the room I peeked out and wrapped my leg around the corner. When he finally noticed me, I winked and blew him a kiss. I could tell I had his attention because he shot me that signature grin of his that drew me in like a moth to a light.

“Well, come on out and let me see you” he requested. I continued to strut my stuff around the corner like the cat that ate the canary and walked up so that I was standing in front of him. “Not bad” he said and I shot him an angry look. “Now turn around and let me see that ass” he directed me. I turned around until I was again facing him. “You didn’t do as instructed young lady” he corrected, “Turn around, bend over, lift your dress and let me see that ass.” He was becoming more serious with his tone and his facial expression made me realize that I was quickly reaching the point of no return. My fear was quickly replaced by a sexual intensity I had not yet known as I found myself not only following orders but reveling in the vulnerability of my position.

“Very good” he praised. “Now spread those cheeks for me.” As I did, I found myself no longer able to turn my head back to look at him. I also found myself harder than I had ever been. He casually took a sip of his beer as if he reveling in his power over me rather than being sexually aroused.

“Now finger that little hole of yours” I looked back uncertain if I could follow through with his order but I could see in his eyes that he was not going to accept my not following orders. I did as he asked and a slight moan I was not expecting escaped my mouth.

“Oh, my girl likes that” he proclaimed. I had hoped he didn’t hear it and at the same time was glad that he had. He had a power over me that I couldn’t explain but he knew it and was reveling in it. Pleasing him was beginning to become more important than self-respect.

“Now back up” he ordered. “A little more…” I did as instructed and felt his hand smacking my ass. I stood up and covered my ass and the dress came back down again. I looked at him, terrified that I had disappointed him with my reaction. “It’s ok baby. You don’t quite understand the power I have over you. Let me get you a bit more familiar with it. “Neal” he commanded. At this point I was already facing him so I found myself between his legs.

"Come closer. That’s it” My face was practically in his crotch and I felt the presence of his cock. I don’t know how to explain it better than that. Here was something that I had yearned for right before me and it seemed as if he knew how reverent an experience this was for me. He kept running his fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face so he could see my expression and I began to inhale the aroma. I gradually began to become so excited by the whole situation that I found myself rubbing my face against his jeans and moaning softly.

He pulled me back a little and I pouted a little. “You’re ready now, aren’t you girl?” I nodded in agreement. “I’m trying to be very gentle with you right now because I understand the sensory overload I’m putting you through but the proper way to answer is…”Before he could utter the words I said, “Yes, master.”

“Very good. For that you may have your reward.” He nodded toward his crotch and leaned back in his chair. I proceeded to unbuckle his belt, unzip and remove his jeans being as sexy as I could about it trying to hide my excitement. I couldn’t wait to get it into my mouth and devour it. I licked and sucked and rubbed it all over my face. I licked and sucked his balls, I used my hands. I was in love with my new source of pleasure. Although I seemed to be consistently moaning in bliss of it all, I occasionally heard a moan of pleasure coming from my new master.

Then I did something that completely surprised me. I reached down and began fingering myself! My master noticed this as well and that was all he could take. I began to accept round after round of his warm gooey cum down my throat, reveling in it while thrusting my finger deeper within myself with every round, finally climaxing myself from using my finger and rubbing up against my own dress.

Afterward I knelt at his chair with my head on his lap, gently caressing his leg and looking up at him with adoration. “Thank you master” I said letting my eyes tell the story of how deeply I meant it. He didn’t say a word, he just kept caressing my hair.