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The Second Encounter

By: Belladona



After a few months of not being able to see her, he was looking very forward to their next meeting in a few hours. He called her at work and told her to put him into her voicemail, she complied. Once the light blinked on her phone, she knew that he had left her a message. As she listened to it she got wetter and wetter because of the dominant tone in his voice and the demands that he wanted of her. She was looking forward to getting the fucking that she deserved. Finally, 5 o'clock. She grabbed her things and left the office to drive down the street to "their" hotel. Once she arrived she did what she was told, she went straight to the front desk and told the man working that there was a key for her. The man gave her the key and smiled. It was 5:15, she had to hurry and get ready for him before he arrived. When she opened the door, she noticed a collar and leash that were waiting for her on the table as well as a black leather corset that looked way too small. She took a bath with the soaps that he told her to use. He loved the way she smelled the last time, this was just one of the perks of being a Dom. She made sure she was all nice and clean for him and freshened up her make-up. 

She heard the door opened. She hadn't even had enough time or know how to put the corset on, nor did she have time to put the collar on. He called her in a very aggressive tone. Why aren't you ready? She came out of the vanity area and greeted him. He told her to kneel, she did as she was told. He took off his belt and sat on the bed. He demanded that she come over and get into the spanking position. She was startled, she didn't realize he was that serious. He told her to come now. She did and bent herself over his lap, her fresh, moist ass sticking up in the air. With a force she wasn't expecting, the leather strap came down and snapped her ass. She squelched. He said that he told her that she needed to obey his orders. He lifted her up.

She had a nice size welt on her ass. He kissed her and gave her a hug. She kissed him back. He brought the corset over and in front of her to put on. She had to suck in air because it was so tight and constricting, but he managed to get it fastened. He explained to her that it was supposed to be that tight before she even spoke. He brought the collar to her and told her to kneel, she obeyed. He put it around her neck and put a little padlock on it, just so she knew that she was owned. He grabbed the leash and hooked it up and walked her around the room, holding the leash very tight. He explained to her that she must listen to his every desire or get whipped. She was actually liking the idea of this, he knew she would. He took his dick out of his pants and forced it in her mouth, while grabbing the leash and holding it tighter. She knew that he was in control of anything that should happen that night, to falter, would mean that there would be a stiff penalty. She was sopping.

He took his dick out of her mouth and stroked it while he held her mouth opened. He climaxed into her mouth while telling her she was his little cumslut. He put his dick back in her mouth telling her to clean it off, she obeyed. He grabbed the leash and dragged her around to the top of the bed. She was choking and her corset was extremely tight, she loved it. He put the handle of the leash on the left post of the head of the bed and told her not to move. He opened up his suitcase and got out his black rope, a blindfold a gag and a whip. He tied the rope around the posts of the bed so he would be able to tie her up so she would be able to be flipped over if needed. He was a former Marine, so he was very strong and he knew how to discipline. She looked good like this. He placed his hand between her legs, she was definitely turned on by this. She moaned and begged him to fuck her. He shoved the gag in mouth and put the blindfold over her eyes. He went back to his suitcase.

He got a small vibrator out and turned it on. She heard it and lifted up her hips, her pussy was begging to be fucked in some way, shape or form. He stuck it in her pussy. She could feel it, but it wasn't helping matters, only making them worse. She was beginning to get frustrated. The vibrator wasn't doing anything for her g spot or clit. He touched her swollen clit and she squirmed like crazy. He laughed and turned on the tv and got next to her. He watched tv and watched her, not touching her, just watching as she got more frustrated by the minute. 1 1/2 hours later, he took the vibrator out. Her body was going through spasms, not orgasms, just the fact that she became very sensitive to the touch down there. He took off the blindfold and took the gag out of her mouth. She cried and pleaded with him to fuck her, to take her now. He flipped her on her back and untied her feet and climbed on top of her. Her legs immediately wrapped around his back.

He shoved his dick into her red, swollen, wet cunt and fucked her as she moaned and moaned. She was about to orgasm and he pulled it out and laughed. She was in shock. He told her that she must ask him permission to orgasm. He put his dick back in and started pumping her pussy again. She asked him if she could come. He said yes. It was the best orgasm she had ever felt. He took his dick out and jacked it off on her face. He wiped her face off with his fingers and let her suck them off. He collapsed and lay next to her, holding her, making her feel safe. He untied her and undid her corset and collar and helped her to get ready so she could go home to her husband.

The Second Encounter: The Pool Hall



The noisy, smoke-filled pool hall was hardly the atmosphere she had in mind. But it did have potential. She wanted a softly lit room, dinner for two, a slinky black dress, and him beside her. She only wanted to be with him tonight. Was that too much to ask for?

The predominantly male crowd was also not the audience that she had in mind. But again, it did have potential. A dozen pairs of eyes scrutinized her every move, drunk in every ounce of sensuality that she exuded. As their relationship progressed, so did her desire to take chances. She tried to hide the fact that she loved the attention. She tried to put the thought of getting caught out of her mind. She tried to hide the fact that she loved Greg's idea, which was something she had always wanted to try. She wanted him to think she was too refined to want to have sex in public. She wanted him to think that their first time in the parking lot was just a fluke, brought on by anticipation, hormones, and alcohol. 

Casey stood pensively by the billiards table, trying to decide on her next shot. She is wearing a short black kidskin leather skirt and no panties, a snug fitting red v-neck sweater, and 4" black stiletto heels. After a few moments, a young man approached her and asked if he could buy her a drink. She politely declined; making eye contact with him to ensure that she meant business. She cast a careful glance around the room. 

Almost immediately, she met the eyes of a man at a table across the hall from hers. An intense fire ignited within her loins. A weakness quickly developed in her staunch veneer. A weakness she tried to disguise by quickly shifting her glance to the table next to his and continue her survey of the crowd. But the piercing eyes were still focused on her. Although, in her mind, it was guys like him she never had a chance with. She was only capable of getting the guys who wanted her but didn't really want to be with her. 

The heat slowly faded but traces of its effect made themselves known in her cheeks and lips. She took a sip of her rum and Coke and placed the sweat-beaded glass down on the felt-lined ring in the arm of the chair beside her. Smoothing her sweater over her waist she turned back towards the table. It was time for her to concentrate on her game. Although knowing that there was a handsome stranger behind her with piercing eyes the color of a Hershey's Kiss did not make her mind at ease. She took another long pull at her drink and decided to take aim. Sighting down her cue at the yellow-striped nine-ball, she banked it off the opposite rail and sent it streaming to it's new home in the far-left pocket. Satisfied with her shot, she straightened her shoulders and nodded arrogantly at the table.

Being approached for the third time had an effect that she hadn't anticipated. Especially once her eyes focused on who was standing in front of her. Casey leaned back against the table and tamed a stray hair in the mirror that was in front of her, right above the chair rail. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone approaching. Putting on her game face, she turned around just when he was inches away. Feigning surprise, she brought her hand to her mouth in shock. The thing that shocked her was the fact that he was so handsome. There was something about him that she couldn't put her finger on; something that made her knees weak; something that made her heartbeat trip. 

The weakness in her façade expanded momentarily. He was even more stunning face to face! Enveloped by the subtle electricity that he emitted she felt her breath catch in her throat. The silence was leaden around them until he held his hand out to her.

Engulfing her soft, delicate hand within his she felt her pulse drum in her ears as he introduced himself. 

"I'm Ray. That was a pretty slick shot. I noticed you were playing alone. There's nothing wrong with a little healthy competition. If you have no objections, of course." As he spoke, her eyes traveled over his face drinking in the features that would punctuate her thoughts over the next several days. Perfect white teeth moved slightly as he spoke. His hair was the perfect shade of espresso and fell in waves that mesmerized her to the point that she had to physically restrain herself from exploring them. His voice slowly faded-in and she realized that she had not paid attention to a word that he had just said. Still finding herself swimming in the milk chocolate pools that were his eyes, she blinked several times to regain her focus. 

With his trench coat pulled tight around him, Greg stood outside in the brisk evening air, watching her through the smoke-smudged windows. From outside, he appeared to be someone who was looking for a certain person. Inside, no one noticed the man with his hands cupped around his eyes and his face pressed against the glass. The red neon Budweiser sign tinted his face, making him appear devilish. As each young scamp turned away from his date, the feeling that was in his gut grew warmer, stronger. Then there was the guy she was talking to now. There was something about him that he didn't like. Something that he wasn't able to put his finger on. Maybe it was just his male ego stepping to the plate. He would make his mark once inside, just to make sure nothing went farther that it was intended.

Ray was in the middle of saying something that had her attention. Casey tilted her head back and gave a low, seductive laugh. Turning towards the front of the hall, Casey met Greg's eyes through the smoke-filmed window and the glow of the sign. She cleared her throat and, with heated loins and a heavy heart, turned back to Ray to dismiss him. 

"Ray, it really was great talking to you but I think I need to get back to my game. I'm meeting someone and I really need to brush up a bit more before they get here."

She placed her hand upon his shoulder and, pleased with what she felt, allowed it to slide down his arm and come to rest on his wrist. The soft hair that greeted her fingertips added longing to her inventory of feelings. She tore her eyes from his before they turned her in but he was already ahead of her. 

He took her hand in his once more, and pressed it to his lips softly. The velvety flutter upon her skin made her weak with desire. She could feel her juices start to collect with the need to travel down her thigh but she gently brought her legs closer together to deny them the freedom to betray her.

"We will be meeting again," he said, his eyes reflecting what she was trying to hide within hers.

And with that, he returned to his table and resumed his game. She fought to regain her composure enough to try and continue hers. Her thoughts returned to Greg, his plan, and the up-coming events. 

The door opened. All eyes remained on their games. Except Casey's. A switch was triggered in her body and she imagined a director's clapboard clacking shut. It's ShowTime! She thought to herself. And went to her mark.

She bent over the table slowly and deliberately trying to make her shot. She heard him exhale slowly from behind her. In her current stance, her pent-up juices dared to escape. She can feel moist coolness of air on her bare skin. Her wildest dreams tell her what it is that he is looking at. 

She slowly turns towards him and strokes her pool stick coyly, licking her lips. He approaches and, with a flirtatious twitch of her eyebrow, she places her foot on the seat of a nearby chair. Tilting his head just to the side, he can easily see the soft, pink, cleanly shaven lips poking out from beneath her skirt, glistening with moisture. All the while, Ray watched their reflections in the mirror and it reassured in his mind what his heart already knew. He would be seeing her again. Greg moved closer and Casey inched her way over to the edge of the table. Hidden from public view by the length of his trench coat, he unzipped his jeans and out sprang his rigid throbbing cock, unhindered by briefs of any kind. Plunging into her, she moans softly and they move together in one fluid motion. A soft, wet, slap punctuates their connection, over and over again.

As the passion builds and she wraps her legs around his waist. For the majority, the pool hall crowd is none the wiser. But she knew better. She could feel Ray's eyes trying to break through the shadows and uncover the details of their actions. Her mind flicks back to Greg. They kiss. Softly at first, passionately. Then deeper and harder as the urgency arises. She feels his hand slip between them and his thumb finds her clit and massages it forcefully. She moans low and huskily into their kiss.

Kissing him a second time, she bites down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. Licking it away, she whispers in his ear how she hopes he is ready. Almost on cue, he stiffens inside of her and his hot juices flood her insides. Holding him tightly to her, wrapped in a lover's embrace, he feels her tighten around him in a breathtaking flood of spasms. As he withdraws she can feel him throbbing softly as she regains her composure. 

Easing her way off the table and smoothing her skirt back over her thighs, Greg has already finished putting himself back in order. Even after what just took place, she felt drawn to who was behind her. Glancing slightly over her shoulder, she paused and instead decided to use the mirrored wall to her advantage. It was then that she realized how close Greg was standing to her and just how clear things were from the angle she was looking at. Ray met her eyes in the mirror and there was just enough distance between them, and just enough distortion in the mirror that she was unable to decipher what his eyes were saying to her.

Casey grabbed the ball tray and made her way around the table counter-clockwise. Saving the side where Ray could get the best view of what she had in store for last. Each ball was placed in its holder and when she reached the side of the table that was on the aisle, she bent to explore the ball return slide in a painfully deliberate manner. His eyes widened at the sight of the soft pink flesh of her womanhood winking at him. Clearing his throat, he made his way to the bar needing something to calm his nerves as well as something to hide his suddenly throbbing erection against. 

Casey went back to return the tray to the owner. When she passed Ray at the bar, she couldn't resist imparting a gem to cling to his waking thoughts for days.

"Next time," she began in a sultry tone. "Remember to breathe."

And with that, she turned on a well-heeled foot and walked to where Greg was waiting for her by the door. Except for the faint dampness left on the rail of the table, there is no evidence of their little escapade. They leave together, anxious to get one another in private and do more than they have just done. All the while, Casey's mind returned to the thought of exploring the more than obvious bulge that Ray was struggling to hide from her prying eyes.

The End