I've had fun posting here before, and these are two more of my real-life storey posted on this site :

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

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

Available on Kay Eye Kay chicago440

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I'm in a long-term almost sexless marriage ( still am, nothing much has changed ). Nearly everything else about my lifetime was and is great, but the sex has always been missing, so I've developed pretty good skills at getting what I needed while keeping things happy on the home front.

At the time I was closing in on 40 twelvemonth old but still had the libido of a 16yo ! Like today, I was fit back then and while not a gym rat, I didn't hesitate to take my shirt off to mow the lawn. I'm the nice-neighbor kind of guy who has a better than ordinary Dad-Bod. I'm white with an olive complexion, 5'9"and just about 160 punt, wads of dark hair, green eyes and have a wiry build.

So back then I joined an online"alternative"adult dating situation. Pretty soon after I got way more than I bargained for ! Within a couple twenty-four hours of posting my visibility, this female child … a 29-yo woman at the sentence … she answered my ad.

I looked up her profile and it said something about her cryptic penury to be punished."Well, that's variety of worm,"I remembered thinking. I didn't know anything about Doms and Subs and BSMD, but I was so hard up that I decided to play along and fancy it out … it couldn't be THAT difficult, decent ? I needed to get laid.

About the whole Dom thing … I 'm NOT AT ALL the crimson type ... I do n't even like yelling at my dog. As a subject of fact, blackguard and all animals really sleep with me … and they say if creature like you, you're probably not a ugly soul. So honestly, the idea of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting closer, showing affection, and giving and receiving sexual love. It was never about dominance or world power or control. That was about to change.

Via email, the woman and I hit it off rectify away.

Here's one reason ; she made the early-internet-era mistake of having her name linked to her e-mail. Her literal name ! It was Joni, like from the old TV display Happy Days. It only took me about 5 second to look up her address. I sent her a really kind and unthreatening note to inform her of the cub wrongdoing. I even asked if she wanted to restrain talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too much anxiety. My being dependable helped her swear me, and that trustfulness opened up a Pandora's box of fun.

We chatted on line, and then on the phone."She sure does n't vocalize weird,"I thought to myself as I hung up after our first live conversation. I expected somebody who wanted to feel pain during sex would exhibit some outward Tell, but there wasn't anything that stood out. I did check that she'd been married and divorced, and that she was highly educated ( Master's degree ) and a professional educator. A honest upright someone … with a secret. She certain wouldn't want the school board finding out about this alterative life, eh ?

We agreed to receive. Literally she said,"seminal fluid by my house after school,"like she was setting up a play day of the month ! I worked for myself at the time, so it was slow for me to adjust my schedule. Joni lived about 5 miles from my house so I swung by on my way home. She lived in a tidy picayune brick cottage in one of stops's older neck of the woods. I swung into the narrow driveway, keep out the car down and hopped out not knowing what to look. Joni had sent a case motion-picture show but it wasn't very flattering. I was half expecting her to be a Butter expression … as in she's got a hot soundbox,"but her face"is really ugly.

She was in her home's back yard and came out to greet meet when she heard me pull up. This young lady was NOT a butter face. She had short, curly, dirty blond hair, pretty bluing center, and a confection smiling. I'd guess she was about 5'3 ”. Judging by how she filled out her T-shirt and athletic supporter shorts, she might have weighed 125 pounds. Her curves were suppurate and very sexy. For visualization determination, I recall her breasts were a large b-cup … nothing grotesque.

We sat on her pack terrace enjoying the shade on the warm summer good afternoon. I could only rest a short circuit clock time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about life history, alum classes and the excitement of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her email faux pax. things were going great.

As the transactions ticked away, I had to get going. We both stood up, and respecting the fact that we were in unembellished sight of anybody who might own been outside in the neighborhood, I didn't hug her or even hold her hand. But I did recount her very clearly that I wanted to take hold of her and kiss her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. You could hold knocked me over with a feather !

We stepped inside the domicile's minuscule side entrance. It was a midget space that was quite sullen compared to the bright open air. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim luminosity as she closed the door behind us. Like so many of those elder small home, from the tiny landing you could go into the kitchen, into the front aliveness elbow room, or fall down the basement stairs !

Standing close in the pocket-sized entrance, she slid her body last to mine, looked up into my eyes and kissed me so passionately that the backs of my legs 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 clitoris ! After a few second of kissing like high-schoolers, I had her breasts out of her jersey. Her firm mamilla were like plump grape, and her boob filled my large hired man just perfectly.

In my first act as a manque pretenting-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left nipple with my mightily index finger and pollex … not too hard, but enough to let her know I signify job. Her legs went weak and she moaned the aphrodisiacal 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 feel her areola stretch. She pulled back slightly, just enough to tug her titty peel 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 mania and unfeigned love. She looked up at me with such fuck-me eyes I almost creamed myself. But my real life called me back to reality.

We quickly agreed on our next group meeting, and chatted a few times in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I referred to her as my Sweet Little Bitch. Working to play up the DOM thing, I swung by the hardware fund to buy some loggerheaded cotton plant rophy and a new utility tongue. That 's me, always the kidder, but the reaction I got from Joni totally surprised me.

I arrived at her house on our second play date much earlier in the good afternoon. I carried to rope and knife in my shaft bag. The props helped micturate a positive encroachment. I brought out the R-2 and flicked out the blade like some kind of criminal and said, `` I gon na urinate you my bitch for real."Her eyes gleamed with hullabaloo.

She led me down the basement stairs to what seemed like an old, unused rec way. There was some light coming in from the glass block windows and it was dead placidity. There was an old sofa pushed up against a rampart, plus a couple chairs and an old TV sitting on an even older coffee mesa. The tile storey was a mere checkerboard radiation pattern. Everything was a little dusty. Like many house of the era, a metal balance beam traversed the center ceiling, and steel posts supported the beam.

I knew in a blink of an eye 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 eyes."Strip,"was all I said. She looked down. But I lifted her optic back to me mine by holding her chin and lifting her head up firmly. She blinked and nodded.

I stepped back and crossed my arms to watch.

She started by taking off her t-shirt. Then her short. Then I told her,"Stop."Then I just looked at her. She blushed standing there in field skin colored bra like she'd wear to exploit and blanched boy-cut panties. I told her,"Turn around."I looked at her some more, then stepped closer and said in a potently critical timbre,"White granny pants ? Seriously ? And you knew I was coming ? Fuuuuuuuuck."And with that I cocked my veracious paw back, opened my palm and swatted her right ass cheek with a laborious 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 exit ass face with even Thomas More force out. As I roughly grabbed her bra clasp and unfastened it, I said,"Take those ugly thnigs off."She bent over facing away from me, and as she slid her panties down, my script Mark began to read hopeful red on her china-white ass.

"Turn around,"I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her panty from her substructure, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her chest. I reached forward and used my entire paw to grip between the cupful and just pulled. Caught off guard, she wiggled her arms rid and they dropped back to her slope.

"Nice titmouse,"I said as I reached out with both hands to feel each breast from the position."They'll do."

"Thank you, Master,"was her response.

Before I knew it, I had her bare in her own cellar. I was being a lilliputian rougher on her tit than I ever thought I would be with a woman ... but she liked it ... it turned her on. She started yelling like it hurt ... but there was a grinning on her font and the heller in her eye ....

I pushed her down on the couch ... made a quick noose and tied her hands together and then to the animal foot of the couch. Then I really went at her tits, twisting the the pits out of them ... .she yelled so loudly that my ears rang. She never did use her rubber word ... which she mumbled to me while I was biting the side of one of her boob as a `` just in case '' thing. I got into a rhythm where I 'd pinch and distort, holding just long enough that I thought the burn would begin, then I 'd gently lay my wet, hot tongue across her nipples. The contrast of impression made her trunk writhe, and the strait she made were exquisite. The pant and winces turned to enjoyable moans and coos.

After working on her chest, I went for her cunt lips. She was drenched, and not only her pussycat. The insides of her second joint were also wet, and my fingers slid easily around her inner and stunned lips. I 'd tack between sliding around the outside of her pussy, every so often tweaking her clit, to plunging my fingers oceanic abyss inside her. Her lip were so wet that it was arduous to get a goodness hold on them, but I did a few prison term and twisted her kayoed lips hard. As a payoff for taking the pain, I planted a hot sass on her puss and gently sucked her lips into my backtalk. A few times I focused on her clit, gently, in a fluff way ... then I 'd pull my top dog back and while her eyes were closed, I 'd slap her pussy with my hand, `` flavour ! '' Her organic structure would slash in surprise then relax again as my rima oris returned to sooth the sting.

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

About then, I figured it was prison term for some oral examination activity FOR ME ... she pursed her back talk ... ..I played pissed and spanked her ass and the backs of her second joint 'till they were pink and blotchy. I went after her tits and pussy again, and let her cum. Then I got my BJ. At this time in my life I 'd had so little oral that even though she was n't as keen as some cleaning lady I 've had since, the experience sent my head spinning. Her mouth was so hot and she used nice insistency. She kept her hands moving around my putz and balls. It was also so fantastic to ascertain my hammer disappear into her oral cavity. So so sexy.

After this nice oral, I had her ascent on me. She was rocking away, but I slowed her right down. I was bottoming out in her and could finger the strobilus of her neck tweaking the tip of my putz when she came down on me with her full force. Her chest bobbing in movement of me made a perfect target for more `` torture. '' With both hands free, I could take a tit in each paw and squeeze them, then zero in on each nipple to twitch and twist. When I 'd do that, her organic structure would tighten ... her eye would scrunch shut, her cervix muscles would strain, her legs would close around me, and her pussy would clinch down on my shaft of light.

I was n't going to last much longer. I timed it so we both came at the same time. I felt like I pumped jiz into her for an hour. And my trunk quivered with aftershocks for a few minutes after. Then I just held her ... and I could feel the cum oozing from her puss, down my jibe and balls, covering my thigh.

The peacefulness of this post-orgasmic prison term was wonderful.

I showered in a dazed stupor. It was around 5:30 pm when I went home, and I was wobbly legged the relief of the night. Every time I thought about the experience, I got stiff and excited. The next day, I could n't stop thinking about it. I had discovered the pleasance of being a victor, and found new baron in being capable to pleasure a char in a way that was new to me.

What happened shortly thereafter floored me. I got an email from Joni.

Here's what it said :"Rich, If you get a divorce you can have me for life. I want you, I need you, and yet I ca n't throw all of you. This is n't sightly. If I had just a year or two before you filed for a divorcement, I would be very patient role. 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 still leading a rattling life surrounded by a jazz menage. But I'll always remember Joni through the passion in her eyes and the strait from her lips when I twisted her mamilla …