One that she could barely acknowledge herself. It was virtually impossible; it was unthinkable for me to contemplate. Real women would never have thoughts like that, not real sista's like herself. She did everything she could to suppress her thoughts, deny her feelings, and ignore her longings. In real life, I projected the opposite of my real desires. I'm even aware of when the fantasies first started. Afraid of the implications and ramifications, I did everything possible to create another reality. It was essential for me to manufacture a truth in which my fantasies would not haunt her, a reality in which “he” was not there.
Crystal was your better than average looking, extremely intelligent, with a heat body and a cool mind. She was a mans woman for sure but that wasn’t her fault. She is 5’9”, 155 lbs. of sculpted ebony, short brown hair, and penetrating eyes legs for miles, her shit was tight. And no matter whether she wanted to or not she stood out to a particular kind of man, in a word, she was fine. A graduate of Ryerson Technical University, Crystal was a successful Designer. She was a sorority member, played sports whenever she had the opportunity, upstanding, a really, genuine nice girl. In her lifetime, she had had more cock than she knew what to do with. Name a fantasy, Crystal had done it . . . twice. Threesomes, group sex, sex any and every place you can imagine, in fact, she had done every tantalizing, wild, nasty, kinky, sweaty, hot sex act humanly possible. Now, her own secret perversions were driving her to distraction. The more she tried to suppress them the more the images and sensations crept into her head.
Crystal needed to get out. She had a project she was managing and it was a career maker or breaker. If she achieved this project, it would be what she needed to set the stage for the rest of her career. There were complications with the some of the Trades opposing the time frame and it was starting to look like this was going to end up being a knock down, drag out fight of the fittest. There were rumors that if she couldn't step-up on the boss was going to be bringing in some hot shot, heavy hitters that had a reputation for taking no prisoners and getting the job done. Crystal needed to get out to release some of the tension because she was working 20 hours a day trying to prepare for this project that could make or break her career.
There was a list of invited guests to the annual record release party that Friday night read like a who’s who in the social registry of hip hop. Everybody who was anybody was there. The label had rented the club for the entire night and Dom P flowed freely. Crystal was dressed head to toe in and she showed up slightly after 11:00. She mixed and mingled with the best of them, one of the perks of dabbling in some of the every now and again. Of course, events like this one drew the sexiest men, wearing the finest, to end up hot and sweaty in the back of a Bentley with the designer du jour. This night was no exception. Fly honeys were everywhere. She would never admit it openly, modesty prevailing, but Crystal was always simple in her style, but the sexiest sista wherever she went. The men this evening were in competition for her attention, and to Crystal, they were toys to be played with.
There was one young man that stood out. He was tall, well built, and he new it. He was wearing Emporio Armani, Berluti shoes, a diamond studded Rolex, with a small diamond pinky ring. He made his way to the VIP section of the club and was a wearing a mischievous sexy smile. He knew just how to package himself to appeal to a wide spectrum of ladies. He could easily be considered in the Pipin, Washington, and Barber without the refinement. Fellas and ladies alike were intimidated by his looks. All the other males in the club were either openly hating on her or lusting after him (and if you were homosexual, jackpot).All the ladies in the club were dying to step to him but they were afraid that if they approached him and he laughed at their advances they would never live it down. Crystal had no such fear.
Crystal positioned herself directly in front of him. They made eye contact and the stage was set for an evening of intense sexuality. He was sitting on a couch and she was directly in front of him in a chair separated by about 10 feet. He opened his jacket to reveal his surprise. Even with the dim lights of the club, he could see the reflection of each line that defined his hard body, including his hard member, inconspicuously, then more voyeuristically. The chemistry between the two of them was electrifying. Crystal kept her distance; she knew how the game was played. The young man was desperate for her attention; he needed her to want him. He pulled his tie loose and non-verbally dared anybody else to even come near him. His gaze was focused completely on Crystal.
She mouthed the words, “Fuck yourself,” and he proceeded to do so. With his left hand cupping his head, he used his right hand to rub his throbbing cock; hard to ease the tension that was now mounting in his trousers. He seductively rubbed his cock up and down, sometimes stopping and the top and sometimes stopping at the bottom. He loved all the attention and the admirers. All the while, not 20 yards away, people were dancing the night away, totally unaware, to the latest joint from DMX. The nameless stallion was forming quite a crowd around him with his performance. People had now formed a circle around them, waiting for more instruction from Crystal. Everyone watched in silence as he got more and more into fucking herself, but the effects were taking their toll. Crystal was becoming feverishly horny. The ladies were discretely stimulating themselves, afraid that if they were too conspicuous, people would think that they were desperate for attention. If there hadn’t been metal detectors searching everyone at the door, you could have cut the tension with a knife.
Crystal was amused. She yielded her natural power over the man from across the room. By this time, the man was rubbing his cock like crazy. He had spread his legs open wide unzipped his pants and was fucking herself with reckless abandon. Crystal uncrossed her legs pulled her skirt up just enough to slide her two finger into her hot hole. She seductively rubbed her pussy up and down, dipping her finger in her hot pussy. Her finger was coated with juices and she made a point of reaching over to him so that he could suck them off like she was sucking a lollipop He moved closer to her, within a few feet. He started stroking it and everyone there could see the look of desperation in his eyes. He shut his eyes and started stroking harder and harder. He was breathing hard and lost in his own pleasure.
Crystal could tell he was about to cum and she said, “Don’t you dare cum. Stop right now NOW!” He couldn’t stop. He was too far-gone. He needed the release. The feeling of ecstasy and pleasure were not of this world. It was too late. That was enough to send him over the edge and the waves of pleasure came crashing down on him. He moaned like a wounded animal. His body convulsed with rapture. Cum was literally dripping out of his cock. ”Fuck me, Fuck me damn it, ride this hard cock, use it, sit on me, now!”
Crystal had seen this look of desperation so many times before.
Sensing the direction things were going, Crystal signaled to her captive. Unsure of what to do next, he simply waited for Crystal’s next command. “Crawl to me,” she said. Like a panther, sleek, tanned, and sexy, he crawled on his hands and knees to her. She grabbed the back of his head and held it in between her legs, so he could savor the scent of her delicious hot starving pussy. Kneeling before her, the man waited for her next instruction. He felt honored to be at the feet of this mysterious stranger, even though he was quite sure he would never see her after that night. Crystal held his face to her snatch. He slowly moved her skirt just a little higher; enough to “tongue fuck her slit.” With that, the man stuck his tongue out and began to seductively lick Crystal’s wet swollen throbbing pussy. She was trying to get the tip of her tongue in his piss honey hole. The sensation was enough to make Crystal’s ass dance in the chair where she was sitting.
Up to the challenge, he was licking it up like it was the sweetest honey. He stuck his tongue in and out and licked Crystal all the way from her inner thighs to the top of her hairline. Overcome with lust, she grabbed his head, pulled him by his hair, up underneath her skirt, so that he could fuck deep into her hot juicy pussy with his tongue. His tongue felt like a hot, throbbing rod eager to pierce, her tight pussy. He was licking it like a pro. His tongue was swirling around the opening, as his lips kept up a steady rhythmic sucking and his tongue penetrated her like the shaft of a well known object. His spit was all over her, and if you listened closely, you could hear his slurping noises even over the music. He kept his eyes glued on Crystal and eagerly awaited her next command. Crystal was on the verge. His tongue felt like hot silk. Lights were flashing, the music pumping and she was thrusting her pussy in and out of his mouth. She was fucking his face. “Yeah prick, suck my pussy, eat it you nasty pig.” Crystal closed her eyes and concentrated on the beautiful man devouring her beautiful pussy; sucking, licking, and swallowing her juices. The sensations were incredible. The suction on her pussy felt like she would never get eaten this good again in his life. Once again she closed her eyes grabbed the back of his head and started to grind her pussy into his face.
She opened her eyes to see the reaction of the crowd. She glanced around her, just to see who was watching and . . . “He” caught her eye. He didn’t fit in with the rest of the crowd; he emanated an air of sophistication and distance. It was his aura that made Crystal feel like she was looking that the man of her dreams. He was staring through her, watching the entire scene. Crystal gasped for air and wanted to scream out to her fantasy man. As quickly as he was there, he was gone. He disappeared into the club.
Distracted and positive it was the man of her dreams, Crystal lost all her concentration. The man before her now meant absolutely nothing. She wanted to run after him; call out to him, find out who he was mystery man. All of her secret fantasies and desires started flooding her mind. The man eating her pussy no longer aroused her. She grabbed his head and groaned out loud. Everyone watching knew exactly what was happening. Crystal and her pussy licking friend knew differently. Crystal faked it. She pretended to cum. Actor that he was, had eaten enough pussy to know something was weird, so she just played along.
Crystal grabbed her skirt and cum soaked pussy and ran. She didn’t even wait for his response or to see what was going to happen to the horny crowd. She was off in search of the mystery man. She looked in every corner of the club. She even went into the employee only areas and the men’s room. She was crazed. She wasn’t even sure what she would say to him when she found him. No luck. He was nowhere to be found. Once more around the club, just to make sure, she emerged out into the night, desperate and confused. Had it all been a dream, did she make it all up? Did he really exist?
Crystal was dazed. She began to wonder if she had really seen him at all. Maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. When she really thought about it, she was convinced it was really all blown out of proportion. The man in his fantasies was her creation; he didn’t really exist. She stood in the night air trying to convince herself she was making it all up. She was kicking herself for running out on the young man in the club. He would have been an interesting depository for some of her frustration. For a minute, she thought about going back inside, but he knew that she could never satisfy her real appetites. Her thoughts were distracted. For an instant she recalled the sensation he felt when the ominous stranger made eye contact with her. It was as if she could see right through her. She was not affected like the rest of the crowd. It was as if she was taking notes, objectively observing. It was more than apparent that he saw through Crystal’s façade. He saw what no one else could see. Crystal shook her head, trying to dissuade herself from such thoughts. She was really losing her mind. There was no way anybody could affect her that was from only sixty seconds of eye contact.
She realized that she had been standing outside in the warm night air for about 30 minutes, just lost in thoughts and fantasies. The only thing that snapped her back into reality was the insistent need in her panties for release. Her pussy was pulsating, demanding her attention. She summoned for the valet to get her truck and did her best to keep her pussy juice from showing on her soaked skirt. Once inside her vehicle, the tinted windows shielded her from the rest of the world, but not her fantasies. He was calling out to her now; she could feel his fingernails down her back, his breath as she whispered nasty things in her ear, his hand wrapped around her breast. She was driving around aimlessly in a daze not knowing where to go. All she wanted was for her thoughts to go away. The high beams in her rear view made him snap back into reality. She realized that she was in the red light district of town. It couldn’t hurt to stop off, pick up a junk snack or a video before he went home to take some of the pressure off and change the subject.
As secure as Crystal was with her sexuality, when she sought out release for her secret desires, she was intimidated and scared. She was sure no other woman on the face of the planet shared her thoughts. She entered the store and looked around; no one was there except him and the tattooed white guy adorning multiple piercing, behind the counter. She made her way over to her favorite section of the store; fine chocolate and handmade biscuits. Then on to the movie section. She really wanted to just take it all in, stand there and look at all the images. Too bad they were all unattractive people on the boxes, but at that particular point and time, she really didn’t give a damn. Crystal’s pussy was still throbbing and very wet, with no signs of stopping any time soon. She heard the chimes on the door signal that someone else had entered but she didn’t turn around. She was going to pick out chocolate and a flick and be out. Ahhh, decisions, which ones to choose? She had just made her selections when she reached out to pick up her choice. Just then, an arm reached across her and grabbed the exact same video.
“I always find that true male domination comes from the softest whisper, not physical force. Don’t you agree?”
Oh, shit. It was “him.” She was frozen. No, it couldn’t be. How? What the…? The blood rushed to her head and her ears were ringing. Her heart was racing. Her heart was beating so fast, she felt like she was going to faint. Her mouth was dry. There was no way she could form words to speak.
“I asked you a question. Aren’t you going to answer me?” she said. Nope, she wasn’t, she couldn’t. All she could do was just stare. He was exactly the man she had dreamt of. At 6’feet, around 190 lbs, he was a size 38, no, maybe a 40. His skin was the most perfect color of Olive, flawless and it looked so smooth. He had naturally curly hair cut short very trendy. He was dressed in very comfortable. Simple and yet very sophisticated. His eyes were a lighter shade of blue-green and mysterious. They were so deep, so mesmerizing, and captivating at the same time. She looked into those eyes and found her true home.
“Crystal, are you going to answer me?”
“I know quite a bit about you Crystal. It wasn’t too hard to find out. You have quite the reputation. I would suggest in the future, that if you want to remain anonymous, that you not have young men eat your pussy in the middle of a very public club. I guess you aren’t going to answer my question. Oh well, have a nice night.”
“No, wait,” the words came tumbling out; there was a panic in her voice.
“Uhmmm, yes
He didn’t have to say anything. Crystal lowered her eyes and addressed her again. “Yes, I think that the true male dominant can control with just his will, manipulation if you must, not force.” Crystal was rather pleased with herself, considering all the blood was not flowing to her brain, but rather her pussy.
He put his large strong hand around her waist and leaned in close. She could feel his strength gently pressed against her. His lips were near her ear, so he gently kissed behind her ear. “How do you suppose you should address me when you speak to me Crystal?”
There was no fucking way this was happening. No way in hell. Crystal managed to squeak out something about not being sure, about now knowing too much about this sort of thing, not knowing his name. “Too bad Crystal I thought you had promise.” With that, he turned and started to walk away. She couldn’t let him walk out of her life again.
She was sure it was “him.” She yelled out to him again, “No, please wait. Tell me what I should call you. I don’t know.” The guy behind the counter was hanging on every word. He had put his magazine down and had moved closer to hear every word that was exchanged between the two late night customers. None of that mattered to Crystal right then. He didn’t turn back. He put his hand on the door and pushed it open, the chimes ringing in her ear. She ran after him and out into the night, into the dark and desolate parking lot. He was putting his key into his car door when she called out to him again, “Wait . . . Please don’t leave.
He stopped dead in his tracks, waiting for some form of acknowledgement from him. He turned and stood in silence. She walked over to him; her eyes were on the ground. “Good girl, I’m proud of you.” He reached out and put his hand in under her skirt. Her juices were flowing like a internal tap had been turned on and left on. I was more than obvious as he got her keys and said, “Come on, let’s go.” He walked over to her truck and got in on the driver’s side. Nobody had ever driven Crystal’s truck before, except an occasional valet. Crystal quickly got in on the passenger side and sat in awe as the man adjusted the seat and mirrors to suit him. Just then, her cell phone rang. “ … This is Chantal; no . . . I will be in the morning.” He turned his head and examined Crystal’s demeanor and expression. “I need to get a lot of work done so I’ll probably be there the entire day. Have all the files that I requested and be prepared to pull an all nighter. I don’t really care that it’s a Saturday. Be there tomorrow at 8 am and be ready with the things I asked for.”
How incredible could this man be? He was a man in control and that made her pussy leak cum like a faucet. They were off. It only took a few minutes to figure out that he was driving to Crystal’s home. “Wait, how do you know where I live?”
He didn’t even bother to respond. Crystal had never even been on the passenger side of her own truck. The view was intoxicating. Here was this magnificent man controlling her, and she wasn’t even sure how it had happened so fast. She was unsure of what to do with her hands. She was nervous and fidgety. “Rub my thighs Crystal.”
“Yes Sir.” She wanted, no needed, to say it now. She placed her hand on his knee and electricity shot through her body. The muscles in his thighs were tensed. She gently caressed his leg, scared to move up too high and risk offending him. She was drunk with lust. This was the most intoxicating sweet feeling she had ever had in her life. For a brief, second she got lost in thoughts of why she so desperately needed to be controlled by a strong man. This was not the time for such reflections. Right now, all she could think about was the unbelievably stunning man who was capable of controlling her every move right now. She was caressing his leg softly, getting more and more comfortable with that fact when her hand encountered skin. She realized that he was boxers. “Mmmmm.” She moaned and whimpered like a baby. He laughed out loud. Surely, Crystal had seen dozens of men in boxers before, but this had affected her in the most intense way. They were in her driveway before she knew it. All the details of how they got inside his house were a blur. All Crystal knew was that she was in her bedroom with this magnificent man and he was undressing in front of her like this was his home.
He unbuttoned her shirt and revealed the most magnificent upper body known to man. Not too small nor too big, he was just right.
He moved about the room comfortably. Emerging from the walk in closet, he held several belts and ties. His taste was exquisite; they were the most expensive imports from her collection. He arranged them at the foot of the bed. “Its showtime little girl.” It sounded comical coming from a man of his stature compared to Crystal’s size. She had a look of confusion in her eyes. She was watching all of this transpire as if it was a movie happening in her own bedroom.
“Undress.” It was simple and to the point. Completely aware that there was a strange man giving her commands thrilled Crystal. He could tell the thoughts running through her mind. It aroused him to see her so confused, so hungry, so wet, so stimulated. He imagined that if he desired, he could make her cum with a simple voice command. Crystal had only dreamt of giving up control before. All of her sexual life, she was the controller. A few months ago, she began to fantasize about what it would be like to give up control. To be used if you will. He didn’t even want to think about why these thoughts thrilled her so. She did know they were extreme. She wondered if this man would truly have the power to take her there. He taunted her. “Would you like it if I humiliated you like you did that young man at the club?”
Perhaps out of habit, more out of fear, quietly she whispered,”No.”
“Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you correctly. Do you think I’m here to play games with you little girl? If you don’t want me here, I can leave. I don’t need you, need I remind you? You created me. I am your fantasy, not the other way around.” Crystal panicked. There was no turning back now. If he let this opportunity slip through her fingers, she would never forgive herself.
“Yes Sir, I need you to use me. I crave your domination and control.” She was reminded of her command to undress. Her hands were trembling. The buttons on shirt seemed outrageously small. She took off her shirt and stood there motionless and speechless. He walked around her, admiring her brown body, strong legs, and round firm mounds. He picked up one of the belts, folded it in half, and gently touched it to her lips. He leaned close; his body heat seemed to scorch her skin. He whispered in her ear, “I said, undress.”
She felt so awkward but she bends down to take off her shoes, then unzipped her skirt and kicked them to the side. She had never been more proud of herself. All of her hard work had paid off because her new man looked pleased. He reached into her panties and place one finger on her clit almost a like a hook on a fishing rod and he had just caught a female fish. It had never felt juicer. She couldn’t resist moving with the sensation. She finished getting undressed and stood there before her Master.
He walked around her, examined her from every angle. He caressed her chest and arms, ran his hand over her stomach, pressed his body against her back. He walked over to the bed dragging the belt behind him. Crystal stared at his ass in awe and disbelief. He sat on the dresser and spread his legs wide.
“Crawl to me.”
It took a minute for Crystal’s brain to register what he had said. She wasn’t even thinking as she put his right foot out. “I SAID CRAWL. You do understand what that means don’t you?”
This was it, the deciding moment. Crystal had to decide if she wanted all of her fantasies to come true at that very instant. Could she really give over her power to this man, be controlled, dominated by him. This was unreal. He took the belt and flicked it against the dresser with force. “Crawl Now!” It seemed like a million miles between her and this powerful Prince, no God – Perfection. Again, Crystal didn’t know what to do. He spread his legs even wider and began stroking his hard cock. He was stroking cock hard and Crystal could tell, but she wanted to see, up close and personal.
This time, it was only a whisper. She wasn’t even sure she heard him correctly. “Come here little girl, come to Daddy.” In the perfect act of submission, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled towards him. Kneeling before him like that was an indescribable sensation. He took his hand and placed it squarely on her head, just lightly grasping a handful of her hair. Never taking his hand off of his cock. He got into pleasuring himself. His hand felt heavy on her head but the sensation was pleasurable. She could smell his cock in the air, and sweet, sexy pussy all at once. Her mouth was watering. He was keenly aware of his position and his control over her so he just leaned his head back against the mirror and rubbed the sensitive spot between his legs with passion. She was whimpering and her neck was strained upward because he was positioned higher than eye level at that particular moment. He leaned over, took his fingers and slid her panties to the side. Beautiful was not the word to describe her pussy he said. Her inner flesh was the most glorious pink and he could tell how wet she was from the way it shined. Her clit was the size of the very tip of his pinky, the perfect bundle of nerves just waiting to be sucked. It peaked out from under its hood and called to him. Crystal swallowed hard. Her knees were hurting, her shoulder was in pain, her neck was cramped and her pussy… there weren’t even words to describe it.
Crystal, you want to suck my cock don’t’ you? You need my cock don’t you?” She had waited her entire life to be subjected to such treatment. In her mind, she was going over how many times she had been the controller. Now she was being controlled.
“Please Sir; I need nothing more than to taste your sweet honey.” She wasn’t even sure those words were coming out of her mouth. With the flick of her fingers, he unhooked the clasped of her garter belt. He looked down on her with pride. She was going to become the best submissive he had ever possessed. He could see it in her eyes. She had fire and strength but she was willing to please at any cost.
He removed her stockings with his mouth, and was very careful not to run them. The rush of adrenaline was out of this world. His touch was so excruciatingly light it was painful. Crystal swallowed hard. He was careful to use only her lips, not his teeth, lest he ruin the delicate nylons. Once again he grasped at her hair in deeper sense. He couldn’t resist using his tongue to caress the smooth flesh of her legs. He placed his perfectly manicured soft hands on her lips and teased her. Instinctively, she began to lick them. Impossible, how could his fingers taste so sweet? She was using her tongue and lips all over his fingers and hand. He was caught up in his own rapture. “Mmmmm, Crystal, did I tell you that you had permission to pleasure my hand that way?”
Crystal panicked. She knew the unspoken code, even if she had only experienced it in her mind before. “I’m sorry, please forgive me. All I wanted to do was to give you pleasure.”
“You understand that I’m going to have to punish you, don’t you Crystal,” he whispered. Her pussy got wetter than before, which she didn’t think was possible. He went into a little speech about pleasure and pain, but it was strictly for his amusement at that point. Crystal couldn’t hear a word. She was off in her own world. He signaled for her to follow him. He made her get on the bed in a kneeling position. “You have been a bad little girl Crystal, I am going to have to spank you, and you understand that I don’t want to, but I have to.” All she could do was nod but she accepted that as sufficient because she was so aroused herself at that point. There was nothing more he loved than seeing the dominant become the submissive. It gave him such a rush.
The first slap came without warning. The sting spread throughout her entire body. There was no doubt that she experienced the feeling as pleasure but she cried out in pain. “More please, more.” She didn’t want to think about what any of it meant. All she knew right then was that she had never felt safer, or sexier. She didn’t have to be in control and that felt good. It felt damn good. To know that this man could take her where she’d only ever dreamed. Slap! Slap! Slap! The heat spread across her ass. He was steadily reining down blows on her and she was overflowing with emotion. Slap, more pain, slap, pleasure, slap, ecstasy. Before she knew what hit her, Crystal screamed out fuck me please, “I’m cumming.” Her cum came dripping out. Never in her life had she ever cum without direct stimulation to her pussy.
He moved to take advantage of the situation quickly. He turned her over and secured her arms to her four-poster bed with scarves and belts. Facing the head of the bed, he climbed on top of her and placed his cock just inches from her mouth. She could see it, smell it, she could virtually taste it. What she couldn’t do was touch it. Her arms were tied so securely, she started to panic. What if he was crazy, out to hurt her seriously, rob her? What if . . . she was distracted by him lowering his cock down onto her mouth. As much as her mind was racing, she could only concentrate on one task at that particular moment. Slick, that was the sensation she felt, her lips parted, and he gained access to her sweet treasure. His cock was so hard, and sweet, and earthy. Heaven! He obviously knew what he wanted her to do because he worked her mouth like a fine tuned instrument. He moved back and forth, up and down, riding her face and fucking her mouth, and lips, like a champion rodeo rider.
Crystal did everything she could to work her mouth and make her man cum. She nibbled on his cock, licked his balls. She was not going to stop until he filled his mouth with nectar from the heavens. He was pulling on her nipples and getting all worked up. His moaning became louder and deeper, his ass was grinding away. “Crystal, do you like being used?” All she could do was moan and lick and suck that much more. Her arms were aching, her jaw was tired. She had no choice. She tried to fuck him mercilessly with her mouth. Rhythmically, she moved up and down. Crystal’s face was wet with his desire. He coated her lips and face with his sweet sauce. He was teasing her. She rubbed her clit and moved his cock to within inches of his mouth. Fuck, if he could only move his arms, grab her hips, and pull her to his hungry mouth. Unconsciously, Crystal was thrusting her hips, begging for him to please put his cock back on her mouth. “Please, may I have more!”?
“No baby,” she cooed, “It’s time for the ride of your life.” He climbed off of Crystal, heated as she was and desperate to cum her damn self. He walked to the foot of the bed and grabbed another belt. Crystal’s pussy trembled, remembering the indescribable pleasure she had experienced just a short while before with that accessory of pain. He surveyed his prize. Here was this fine specimen of a woman, fine beyond description, lying helplessly tied to her own bed. He had 8 inches of fat meat sticking out proudly from his body, betraying his true feelings. He grabbed another tie and secured it around her eyes. She begged him to let her see. All she wanted to do was see. Silently he
just walked around the bed, examining his “victim.” He ran his fingers over her nipples and pulled and twisted on them. Her body twisted and contorted to the pain. He took the belt and lightly rubbed the leather over the fronts of her thighs and across her hips. “Are you scared Crystal?” He asked that as he gently rubbed the belt over her pussy and down between her thighs. Words were stuck in her throat. He climbed on the bed and started using his tongue to tease his little girl toy. She didn’t know where the sensations were coming from, or where the next one was going to land. He licked his lips, reminding her of the intense pleasure she had experienced just minutes before. He ran his tongue down her neck, and across each breast. He sucked and bit her nipples. Crystal couldn’t take any more.
“Please master, Please, fuck me. Just fuck me. Use me to make yourself cum. Please.” This was it, the defining moment of truth for Crystal. She was helpless and she loved it. She had no control, over his body or his reactions. At that moment, the words came pouring out of his mouth. “This was not supposed to happen to her, yet you have done it. My fear at this moment is, what happens if I submerge myself completely and never return? I’ve gone to a place where I feel this restriction has become my freedom and where I gain so much pleasure from satisfying the very person who has claimed me. It is no longer about the satisfaction of my pleasure but I have begun to enjoy the sensations that cause your pleasure. The torments I feel are now delicious. I truly loved what I used to do, but will I love this more. That is what scares me. I know how arousing desperation feels, I know how utterly tempting complete and total submission is from both sides of the coin. This . . . there truly is nothing like it. I don’t want to lose this anytime soon. Please master, you have my control, I pray you use it wisely.”
This time, He was frozen. He had been moved by her reflections. Never before had a woman touched him so deeply. Pleasure belonged to him to do with what he pleased. Crystal’s arms were fatigued and tired from pulling against the restraints. Surely if he let her go, she would flip him over and jump on his dick. Crystal was paralyzed; she couldn’t move. The sensation of being restrained was almost too arousing. He straddled her body, placed his hot cock inches above the entrance in to heaven, her pussy. He placed her delicate into her sweet honey filled hole. She wanted to see but she had no say in the matter. All she could do was wait. Enjoying his power immensely, He rubbed the head of his cock back and forth on her slit. The heat was intense and Crystal cried out in anguish. He used it to masturbate himself; really, the vision of her squirming around was more arousing than anything else. He reached up and played with her nipples causing her to squirm out of control. Without warning, he slammed his cock into her soft tight wet slippery pussy, and they both moaned in sweet agony.
Crystal felt like her pussy was engulfed by the hottest, stiffest, sweetest piece of heaven she had ever felt. He knew that he had met his match. His dick penetrated her like none he had ever had before. They fit. They fit perfectly as a matter of fact. It was a dance of lovers; where they worked out a perfect rhythm. She bounced; he thrust into her. She held on and his dick hit every hot spot she had. They rolled and he leaned close to her and started pinching her nipples and grinding his cock all over her sweet pussy, just using his thigh muscles to squeeze and work her pussy. He was masterful in his control over her, and she loved all of it. Just when he thought that Crystal not could handle more stimulation she started fucking her again. Her breathing was out of control. She felt light headed and r nauseated from her pussy being hungry for him for so long, but she had never felt so much pleasure. Harder, faster, stronger, there was no holding back now. Up and down he rode her like his thoroughbred. His face was hot, and his body was covered with sweat. He was going to time it just right. “Ok, baby, tell me now, whose… pussy… is … this…?”
At that moment, she knew how the young man in the club felt. “Oh fuck, Arghhh.” Neither one of them could take it anymore. Pleasure, pure, sweet, unadulterated pleasure washed over them at the same time. The boiling cum shot so hard up out of his cock; Crystal felt every single drop coat her insides. He squirted. Her cum flowed out of her body, coating He all over his thighs. He shook out of control. Before he drifted out of consciousness, she untied his arms, and he cradled her to him, wrapped in the essence of one another, completely.
The morning sun shone through the window and warmed Crystal's skin as she began to wake up. Her arms were sore, her pussy wanted more was still wet, and her ass was tender. She knew he wouldn’t be there when he opened her eyes, so she just lay there, trying to put it all in perspective. She had really been dominated, and it was just a slight indication of all he had hoped to experience. She knew at that very moment that she wanted to go further. She got up and looked around for the note that she knew would be there. Sure enough, taped to the bathroom mirror was a business card. Norman.... She flipped the card over and it simply said:
In the free world, we shall be equals. In the bedroom, I will be your possession. Either way, prepare to battle…
