Message-ID: <370eli9703241257@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: "writer" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: HER FANTASY -2 HER FANTASY Part 2 of 5. This is a fantasy about a woman being dominated. It is written from the woman's perspective (by a male). I usually write from a males perspective so bear with me. You should be 18 years of age to read this. This story contains mild S&M, Bondage, role playing and a lot of good fun! If you are offended by these subjects..move on and read something else! In part one I have agreed to be Ron's weekend sex slave. The last paragraph of part one is included: We pulled up to Le Café a really nice place. Ron said "Don't pull your dress back down until after the driver opens the door. I blushed but didn't move. The door opened and the doorman from the restaurant reached a hand in to help me get out of the limo. He saw the way I was but only said "can I help you madam?" I pulled down my dress and climbed into the spring dusk. The entrance to the restaurant was beautiful. Tulips were in bloom and the smell of small pink and red flowers filled the air. I felt so sexy, nude under my dress with Ron's strong hand on my shoulder directing me into the lobby. Just his hand strongly but gently guiding me to our private booth in the back was very very intense. My skin was so alive and my senses were on alert. (End part1) We sat in one of those real high backed semi circle booths Ron's thigh pressed tightly against mine. I could feel the muscles of his thigh and the hardness of his legs as he made sure our legs were firmly in contact. I wanted so badly to put my hands down on his crotch but he made it clear, "No hands slave," he ordered. "Your hands will stay above the table at all times unless I order you otherwise". This was the first time he had called me slave and he grinned that little evil grin of his but his eyes said don't worry, enjoy the experience. Realizing that I was truly his slave now I started to mentally relax but my pussy just got wetter and hotter. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to make it until he allowed me to cum. Part of me just wanted to excuse myself and go to the bathroom and at least bring myself off once so I could deal with all my horniness. In our initial talk Ron had made it clear that that sort of disobedience would result in the night coming to a close and I wasn't going to risk that. Ron started making small talk but my my eyes were smoldering. I kept pleading for him to touch me but he would only make incidental contact like when his arm pressed against my nipple as he reached for the butter. Ron told me not to speak and he ordered for both of us, white wine, filet mignon, baked potato, asparagus spears. Ron whispered something to the waiter, handed him a $20 bill and a wink. "Are you hungry," he asked. "Starved, I muttered." I was starving too, the whole night had my adrenaline pumping and I was ravished for food and sex. "Well, before you can eat dinner you must do something for me." Ron whispered. Finally, I thought…I was ready. "I want you to get under the table and open my fly with your teeth (remember no hands). I am not wearing any underwear so you are to start by licking and sucking my balls. You will continue to suck on my balls until I touch your head. If I touch the back of your head I will lift my ass and you will reach for my asshole with your tongue. If I touch your forehead you will take the head on my cock into your mouth….just the head…and you will lick and suck on it." The moment of truth was here and I was nervous. All the "what ifs" starting flying around my mind but to be honest I was just too turned on to even consider stopping the game right there. I slid under the table, hands behind my back to assure that I didn't use them. Now, if you have never done this let me tell you, undoing a zipper with your teeth is not easy and Ron wasn't helping. He just sat back and calmly waited as I worked and strained the zipper down. I could smell his cock, it was the smell of a fresh male, recently showered and as I reached forward to lick his balls I realized he was totally shaved down there. WOW, I expected tons of hair to get through but I was met with a totally soft sack….yum… I started licking and gently tugging on his balls. I was determined to show him how good I was. I ran my full tongue against him, lathering him back and forth. I could feel his cock grow as it rested against my cheek. I didn't stop, using my lips to kiss his smooth sack and balls and my tongue to tease them. His cock was pretty hard now and it's length ran up my whole face and into my hair. I stayed on his balls as I had been instructed and waited for the touch of his hand on my head. Ron reached under the table and grabbed both of my shoulders and drew me even tighter into his manhood and then he reached up and gently touched the back of my head. I was SO turned on, I reached my tongue out as far as I could and reached for his ass. My nose was pressed into his balls and I was just intoxicated with excitement of the moment. I licked and teased and probed his ass. Ron lifted the table cloth so he could watch his slave's face. I looked him in the eye and tried telling him with my pleading eyes that I was his for the night. He ran his hands over my face, putting both strong hands behind the back of my head and stroking my hair, my cheeks and my ears. I wanted so to suck his cock. He touched my forehead and I went for this cockhead. I put just the head into my mouth as he had instructed but wanted to push his cock down my throat and feel it pulse and pump. Instead, Ron just smiled at me as I sucked the head and licked it with my tongue. His precum drooled and I could feel small spasms. What a tease! My eyes pleaded to let me really suck on him, turn him on and feel him pulse and cum in my throat. Instead, he instructed me to keep licking the head. "When I cum," Richard instructed as he looked me in the eye from above the table; "I want you to gather it all in your mouth and do not swallow." "Oh, by the way, I haven't cum in a week and it will be quite a load." I started sucking hard, not sure I wanted a full load of cum in my mouth (I usually take a man deep so I don't taste much) but realizing that soon my mouth would be bathed with his load. Richard put one hand on his cock real high so I could not take his dick too deep in my mouth and then he started stroking his balls with his other hand… I felt him straining and twitching and then …boom… he exploded… I mean really exploded with loads of cum boiling up and shooting into my mouth. It was so sexy. He actually didn't taste too bad (unlike Joe one of my current boyfriends who drank too much beer and always had bitter cum). I squeezed my legs together to put pressure on my clit, while I gathered his cum in my mouth, my hands behind my back. He filled my cheeks. I actually came a bit from the excitement and from clenching my legs together. When Ron was done he said "Keep your mouth full and make your way back up to your seat". The taste of cum filled my mouth, I didn't want to swallow it, as I worried that I would gag. I didn't know what to do but just sat there my tongue tasting his manhood. Ron called the waiter over. "Yes sir," how may I help you. "The lady and I would like you to open the white wine now". "As you wish" the waiter replied efficiently. He poured a little for Ron to taste. "Ah, very nice," Ron commented, "this will go very well". "Would the lady care for some?" the waiter inquired. "Absolutely, but just a little," Ron replied as he took my big wine glass from in front of me. Ron leaned over and nibbled my earlobe and whispered, "I want you to spit my cum into your wine glass right now!" Oh no, I know I turned red, I couldn't believe Ron was going to make me do that in front of the waiter. I was humiliated but boy I had to admit I was getting more and more turned on by his control over me. I took the wine goblet and emptied my mouth into it. The waiter raised an eyebrow but didn't utter a word. He poured a couple of ounces of wine into the glass and Ron swished it around mixing his cum with it. "A toast, to our weekend together," Ron raised his glass. Let us drink together. I swallowed the mixture and waited for his next move. The rest of the meal was spent just talking about life and dreams and wishes. Normal things. Ron's control and power still hovered over me and any doubts I had that this was going to be a creative weekend were long forgotten. I couldn't wait to get back to Ron's place to see his "playroom". I stayed aroused throughout dinner. As we talked, I realized that Ron was not only fun but that he was pretty bright. Beside being sexually aroused, his love for life stimulated all my senses and I found myself smiling as he spoke and wondering what the weekend had in store for us. (end part 2) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /