0 comments/ 9569 views/ 1 favorites Initial Encounter By: AngelicAssassin You've just arrived home, earlier than usual, with your head full of possibilities. You think about changing clothes, but realize your thirst is more urgent than the demand for comfort, so walk slowly to the kitchen, still in that tight skirt that occasionally makes the corners of your mouth curl into a smile. You know you look good in it and think back to the surreptitious glances of the males you've caught staring today, chuckling to yourself. You smile again as you hear the heels of your shoes click across the kitchen floor. You MAY have overdone it with the "fuck me silly" pumps, but you revel in the way your ass sways as you walk and you exaggerate the slut walk as you approach the 'fridge almost losing it in laughter as you open the door and lean forward. Your debate over what to drink dissipates as you feel the tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise... right before the hand snakes forward to cover your mouth. Your eyes flare wide as a second hand curls around your waist and pulls you backwards gently, but firmly into an undeniably male body. You can feel your heart racing and the blood roaring in your ears as your mind scrambles for what the intent of the intruder might be, almost missing the soft voice whispering, "I've come for you, want you, and will have you." Your sex floods immediately, even before your brain recognizes the voice... your body betraying itself like an animal in heat. The hands subtly relax, still poised to pin you once again, but as your tail insinuates itself back to press into the obvious maleness, the hand on your mouth softens yet again, caressing over your lips, chin and downward to stroke like a feather at the hollow of your throat. The other hand isn't idle either... dragging slowly along your waist and over the slight swell of your belly, but the moan from deep in your throat doesn't escape until you feel the heel of that palm press firmly into your flesh and down over your mound. The honey from your sex is literally soaking the insides of your thighs and you feel the sticky liquid get even more viscous as you're guided across the floor to the sink. The hands move once more... one to your nape, the other to your lower back... guiding you to bend over the sink. The hand at your nape caresses your skin while the other leaves you. Your mind wanders with it, wondering what may happen next. Your uneasiness builds as the stroking at your continues, then turns to outright alarm as you feel a cold, hard object slip between the waist of your skirt and your skin. The hand at your nape closes suddenly keeping your head down, while the object twists under your skirt. You barely stifle a scream at the sudden jerk and tear of the material above your tail, but your alarm flips to confusion when the knife clatters into the sink beneath your breasts. The hand at your nape relaxes, but hovers over your neck, and you faintly understand it's there to remind you to stay in place. The other hand trails the beds of its fingernails up either side of your spine, and the delicious feeling eases your concerns once more. As the traveling hand meets its stationary partner, it pauses before being joined by the other to gently rake eight nails down your back. Your mind becomes languid as both hands alternately caress and rake your back thru the thin material of your blouse. As they pause at the bottom of their travels, you anticipate another gentle caress of nail beds, yet are shocked once more at the gunshot rip of your skirt from waist to hem. As you come up off the sink, a hand snakes to your mouth to obviate any protest, and the second curls around your body to latch thumb and forefinger on the nipple of the opposite breast. The pelvis behind you is ground into your tail pinning you once more to the sink as the thumb and forefinger squeeze your nipple forcefully. The digits elicit a sobbing scream from your covered mouth as they cruelly twist your nipple in their vise-like grip. The lips are a hair's breadth from your ear when they whisper, "Do you want it?" Your mind is in utter confusion, but your head nods yes on its own. The hand over your mouth releases, but hovers over your lips when the voice asks once again, "Do you want it?" A small part of your mind questions your lack of sanity as you choke out a hoarse, "Yes..." At that, the hovering hand drops to the tortured nipple and its brother slides quickly to the free one, both hands latching on once more and starting to twist. Your nipples have hardened beyond belief and your inner thighs are drenched anew from the fresh rush of honey from your sex. The voice chuckles, "Then beg for it..." Every rational cell in your mind screams in anger at the audacity, but a sobbing voice you barely recognize as your own utters the fateful words, "Please... I want it so bad, please... fuck me..." You barely notice the flex of the knees behind you, so concerned are you by the release of one of your nipples by the hand that had just been inflicting such pleasurable pain. Your concern turns into a sluttish grunt, however, as the head of a cock pries between your swollen lips, and without preamble leads the shaft to the depths of your womb. The errant hand returns to grasp the free but throbbing nipple once more as the cock head reaches the limit of its down stroke. The viciousness of the vise-like grip and twisting action shocks you to your core and you do scream this time. The hands rock and twist your breasts by your swollen nipples in time to the steadily increasing pounding of your tail by the pelvis behind you. From no where you begin to keen as the tactile assault on your body builds to an incredible pitch, and as your breathing becomes more ragged, you're drawn slightly further back on an upstroke. A hand flashes away from your nipple, and finds, squeezes, and twists your throbbing clit. Your mind figuratively explodes as every nerve in your body fires, every muscle fiber tightens, and the orgasm you hadn't expected washes over you like a tidal wave. The quicker, harder thrusts behind you barely drag you out of the undertow before teeth clamp mercilessly into the flesh of your shoulder. Your hearing is assaulted by a loud animal growl... the pelvis behind you thrusts up so hard you rise onto the balls of your feet while still in your fuck me silly pumps... and the cock pumps rope after rope of cum across your cervix as you begin to drown under a second wave. Your eyes flicker open moments later. You feel the weight upon your back laboriously drag itself from your body, the unbelievably still hard cock slip down and out of your sopping, still throbbing sex. You feel hands pull you firmly up from the sink, your body fighting the movement by its own almost dead weight... your curiosity stirs as you feel the hands turn you. Your eyes fight to open... wanting to see the approaching kiss... then widen quickly as you feel the hands forcing you slowly to your knees. You look upward in near amazement at a thousand yard stare fixing your eyes now, and your sex floods itself once more as i whisper... "Present..." To Be Continued... Initial Encounter About a year ago I had put my picture on this random website and allowed strangers to rate me. One day while checking up on my profile, this attractive guy left a message saying he gave me 9.5 out of 10. Intrigued by this response I decided to message him back. I figured there’d be no harm in that. For a few months we had conversations back and forth online. Talking about our day and sharing some likes and dislikes we have, the usual “getting to know you” conversation. One night I must have been vulnerable and extremely aroused so I alluded to the subject of sex. Something I’ve always been interested about, but more commonly afraid to initiate. However, this particular guy wasn’t thrilled with the idea of writing to me about it…he’d rather tell me. A little worried about giving my number out I felt compelled to trust him. He said he’d call in 5 minutes…and that he did. I moved into my own room to have some more privacy and locked the door. I unmade my bed and slipped underneath the covers. Wearing just a T-Shirt and a thong I sat in anticipation. My stranger asked me a few personal questions and then moved on. Next he decided he would be in control. There were rules I had to learn. He introduced himself…my master…I his slave. I had never tried roll playing before but it had always seemed interesting. My Master was to tell me what I was supposed to do, and I must obey. “You can start by letting your hands run up your sides,” my Master instructed. I played along. Slipping my hands under the covers I softly let my hands touch my sides all the way up and down my body. It had been a long time since I last paid so much attention to myself. I softly cooed into the receiver. “Good girl,” he reassured me. “You can make small circles on your stomach with your finger. Starting at your navel making small circles, then you can increase the size.” This too felt incredible. The faint touching had me gasp for air every once in a while. I just laid there and imagined how much better it would be if my Master was doing it for me. “Make circles around your breasts working your way towards your nipples. How are your nipples my little slut?” “Hard. Very hard Tim.” I replied. “That is not acceptable!” he announced. “I am your Master. Try that answer again.” At first I was a little startled by the harsh tone he had taken with me. However, he still intrigued me so I continued to follow his orders. “Sorry Master.” I murmured. “My nipples are very hard.” “That’s better. But now you must be punished.” Punished? That was definitely a new concept for me. I was a little surprised but decided to hear him out. “Take your nipples between your thumb and pointer fingers and squeeze them hard,” he explained. I did what I was told. A quick shot of pain traveled through my body. “Keep going until I tell you to stop.” It hurt. He had mentioned that from pain great pleasure can be found. Again that idea startled me, but I was already too far into this to stop. “Do you want to touch it?” he asked me. At the very thought I could feel myself getting wet. This was so new for me, yet I was dangerously excited. My clit had become harder from the teasing he had me do earlier and it begged for some attention. “Yes Master. I want to touch it.” “Touch what? And I don’t like this use of the word I…maybe you can think of a better word…one I’d like?” He was playing with me. I wanted ever so much to abandon his rules and just take over. I was just about to but then stopped myself. What if he has something bigger in store for me? I wondered. So I swiftly answered him with what I thought he wanted to hear. “Yes, your little slut wants to touch her clit. Please, Master, may I?” He laughed a little to himself. I was a little uncertain about my response, but he soon eased my dismay with two words. Good girl. I felt myself grow wetter as I thought about what he just said. “You can lightly touch your pussy, but with only 2 fingers,” he breathed into the phone. A soft moan escaped my lips as the touch sent a little shiver up my body. Finally, I was getting closer. My Master had built me up enough that it would be rather easy to make me orgasm. And I wanted it so badly. My clit was growing harder by the second and I longed for him to tell me to touch it. “Listen very carefully,” he began. “I want you to pull your thong tight. I want you grinding up against it. Continue with that until I say switch. Then what you’re going to use only one finger and massage your clit.” That was it! The words I longed to hear…all I needed now was the cue. Surprisingly enough my thong felt good shoved tight up against me. It made me grow wetter and beg for more attention. “Master please, please let me touch my clit,” I begged. He laughed a little at this but figured he’d let me. “Go ahead. Touch your hard little clit. Tell me what a slut you are!” “Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned. At last I received the attention I longed for. “I’m such a little slut. Oh God, I’m your little slut.” I felt waves of pleasure seep through my body. “Ohhh, it feels so good.” “Yes. Good. Keep it up,” he insisted. My body began to quiver and then tense up a bit. I could feel myself approaching and orgasm. “Don’t cum yet!” he declared. He could tell by my steady moans and my shortness of breath that I was getting closer. I hated living at home. I wanted nothing more than to scream at the new heights of pleasure I was feeling, but knew better not to wake my parents. As I grew even nearer to cuming he instructed me more. “Now! Shove a finger into your pussy!” he exclaimed. I groaned a little at having to stop rubbing circles around my clit but knew I should obey. I let my fingers travel swiftly around my cunt feeling the wetness all around it. Forcefully I shoved a finger in. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned. This motion felt good as well. I could feel my pussy tense gently around my finger as I continued to slide it in and out. “Let me hear you!” he demanded. I giggled slightly then took the phone from my ear and placed it on my inner thigh. I continued to swiftly shove my finger in and out. After a minute or so I returned the receiver to my ear. “Good girl,” he spoke. “You sound very wet. That’s the way I want you to stay for me…always. I want you soaking wet by just the mention of my name or the sound of my voice. Now you can move your finger from side to side across your clit for me.” My clit swelled at the very thought of being touched again. I slid my legs up until my feet were planted flat on the bed and opened them wide. Not wanting to rush, but wanting to feel my orgasm build again I went straight for my clit. “Ohhhh…that feels so good!” I exclaimed. “Listen to me carefully…when I say switch, I want you to continue to rub your clit, but this time with circles....and then I want you to shove your finger in as far as you can and hold it there. You got that slut?” He was very precise in his directions. He knew exactly how he wanted me and knew my body incredibly well, even though this was just our first phone call. My body ached for him to saw switch, but I bit my lip and followed his instructions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he mumbled “Switch.” “While you do that,” he instructed, “I want you to put three fingers in your mouth and suck on them like it’s my cock. Do it now, slut.” I wasn’t fond of the nickname he’d given me, but in some way it was intriguing. It gave me a strange feeling that I hadn’t known before and empowered me in some way. I did as he told. Rubbing my clit hard with my right hand, I brought my left up to my mouth and glided my pointer, middle and ring finger between my lips and over my tongue. I made sure the receiver was close to my mouth so he could hear me sucking. My clit was incredibly hard by now and I’d momentarily stop sucking to moan or gasp for a breath of air. I could feel my entire lower half tense up and knew an orgasm was coming on. “Master, if I keep this up I’m going to cum,” I told him knowing that he wanted that power over me. Finally he said something that brought a huge smile to my face. “Rub harder,” he said strongly. “Rub hard, and with two fingers now.” My entire body clenched. I could feel my orgasm building with each circle. Finally I was about to reach the point of no return. “I’m gonna cum!” I squealed hoping he’d finally let me. “Go ahead,” he replied. And with that I let the final two circles bring me to climax. The feeling rushed over my entire body and lasted longer than ever before. I held my breath for a moment and let out a long moan, shoving my face into the pillow as not to wake my parents who were just upstairs. As I neared the end of my climax he instructed me to keep circling. My clit was a little sore and it felt uncomfortable for a few moments, but then I started to feel it build again. I moaned, my body ached, and my heart raced. After about a minute or two I came again. Screaming into the pillow for a second time I kept rubbing throughout the entire climax. Finally I grew very tired and extremely relaxed. I lay on my bed in full awe of what I had just experienced. Softly I whispered into the phone, “Did you finish?” He reassured me that he did. We lay there for a moment completely silent. Finally, he spoke first. “So how did you like being my little slut?” “To tell you the truth it was a little strange at first…” I began. “But now that you’ve experienced it you like it. I know.” He finished my thought for me. “That just felt so amazing.” “Yeah, it sounded like you were having fun,” he joked. We continued talking for a few more minutes until I felt my eye lids getting very heavy. I knew after what I had just done my body was exhausted. I let him know and he told me I should get some sleep; that’d I’d need it when/if we meet. My lips parted slightly at that comment. I bid him good night and sweet dreams when he got there and waited for his reply. “Good night, my little slut,” He whispered. Then there was a click….and the sound of silence once more. I hung up the phone. I lay naked in my bed for a moment, usually uncomfortable except for tonight. I ran my hands over my body one last time and closed my eyes. Within minutes I had drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face, a pillow between my legs, and one clenched tightly in my arms.