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We Met Online

By: Sir_Erotica



We met online. At thirty-one, he was fourteen years younger than me, but I didn't mind that at all. He wasn't like all of the other younger men I'd chatted with online. I'd grown bored them. They just wanted to have cyber sex and role play. They all seemed shallow and uninteresting when compared to Glen. And he didn't seem to mind that I was older, so what the heck.

We didn't talk about sex at all, at least not for a long time—several weeks in fact. When we did, well let's face it, it's easy to say things online. My online creed was "If my lover wants it, and it doesn't hurt me, then why not do it?" I actually believed that I could back that up, even though I had never been put to the test.

After all, what do men usually want to hear? Most, at least those I've met online, want to hear that the woman swallows, likes getting fucked in the ass, and would not object to a threesome with another woman. That's about it. They are neither imaginative nor challenging.

The swallowing part was no problem for me. I'd always loved that, starting with the first time I'd done it when I was a teenager. For some reason, I just loved cum.

The ass thing was a little more of a challenge though. I'd done it a couple of times, and it was "okay". For some reason though, I was never able to relax enough to really enjoy it. But I tried—honest I did.

I'd never been with another woman. It had never even been a fantasy of mine. But I was convinced I could do it if I had to—for the right man, and with the right woman. In fact, I must confess that I just couldn't see the big deal about it. The thought of it didn't turn me on, but it didn't repulse me either.

When the subject of sex first came up in one of my chats with Glen, I didn't hesitate to recite my creed to him, "If my lover wants it, and it doesn't hurt me, then why not do it?"

His response puzzled me. "Dee, you said that very casually, but I'd really like you to take a few minutes and think about it. I'm going to go up and take a quick shower. When I come back, if you say it again, I'll take you at your word. But you might want to consider adding some caveats to that statement. There are some very strange and weird and perverted sexual appetites out there. And you never know, my own might just fall into one of those categories."

While he was away from his computer, I did what he asked. I thought about all of the pictures I'd seen on porn sites, and things I'd heard of people doing. He was right. There were some things that I wouldn't want to do—no, that I wouldn't do, period. As I pondered them though, I made a conscious decision to keep my list of caveats as short as possible, exempting only those things I found most repulsing. I didn't want to stifle my lover's creativity or restrict his freedom to explore new things. I liked variety and surprises too much for that.

When he returned, I listed for him those things I felt I had to exempt: Scat games of any kind, sex with animals, sex with minors, sex with dead people, and anything resulting in serious injury.

After giving me a big "Bravo", he asked if I was sure I didn't want to add anything else to the list. I couldn't think of any, so I told him "No". And then I asked him a question, "Why, what do you like that I might want to add to the list?"

He just laughed and said, "That's hardly the point. It would please me very much if you didn't add anything. But you may wish later that you had. I think it's time that we begin discussing a face to face meeting."

"You don't even know what I look like."

"Dee, I don't care what you look like. But if you care what I look like, I'll send you a picture of myself—and yes, with all of my clothes on lol".

I pondered that for a few seconds before saying, "I'm tall at 5'10", and a bit overweight, but not too much. I'm not obese or anything—just a few extra pounds around the midsection and butt. I have shoulder-length light brown hair (dyed), and blue eyes." And then I hesitated for a few seconds before adding, "And 36Ds, if you're interested." God! I couldn't believe I just typed that.

"You sound delicious. I'm 6'1", 195, black hair (not dyed lol), blue eyes, not in the best physical shape of my life, but I do work out everyday, so I'm not too flabby. Oh, and 6.5" thick, if you're interested lol."

"That's good enough for me." I said, "I don't need to see a picture of you."

"Nor I you. Now, do you feel that we've reached a point in our relationship where we can discuss meeting, or would you rather give it more time?"

After only a few seconds of thinking about that, I answered, "No, I'm ready for that." Of course, that was a bold-faced lie. I wasn't ready for that—didn't know if I'd ever be. But I did want to meet him, ready or not. And I knew that he only lived two hundred miles from me, so it wouldn't be that difficult. That made the whole thing almost too real—almost surreal.

Before I knew it, we had a date. We were going to meet for dinner at a nice steak house in North Dallas. It was only a forty-five minute drive for me, but over twice that far for him. He didn't seem to mind though. "How will I know you?" I asked him.

"Wear black. I don't care what. I'll be in tan slacks, white shirt, and a gray sport coat. Whoever gets there first will wait at the door."

And so we met. He was waiting at the door when I arrived. He wasn't a handsome man, but his looks pleased me greatly. He was ordinary—just like me.

Our conversation was no different in person than it had been online, except that his deep-set eyes seemed to penetrate my soul. They made me feel warm and special and sexy and appreciated. And when he told me I was beautiful, it made me feel beautiful.

It wasn't until the waiter brought the small tray containing the check that I got my first taste of what being with Glen was going to be like. He leaned over the table, glanced at the check, then peered into my eyes, his massaging my heart, "Dee, I want you to get up and go to the lady's room. Remove your panties and bring them to me."

I heard what he said, but it took me several seconds to realize that he wasn't kidding. He was absolutely serious. I returned his stare, questioning him, but he never wavered. He was simply waiting for me to comply, and the look in his eyes showed no hint of doubt that I would. So I did.

When I returned from the lady's room, my panties wadded up in my hand, I gave them to him in a way that I hoped no one else would see them. But instead of putting them in his pocket as I expected, he held them up and let them dangle from his fingers. I felt my face flush even more than it already was as he casually let them slide from his fingers and onto the check tray.

And then, just as casually, he took a small roll of money from his pocket and peeled off some bills, placing them on top of my panties. Without speaking, he got up and offered me his hand, escorted me to my car, kissed me on the cheek, and said "We're going to get along just fine. Drive carefully on your way home." And then he was gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Okay, I admit it. I wanted to fuck Glen. I'd never had anyone take control of me the way he had done. I'd never felt helpless to refuse a man something. And I'd never had a man make such an odd request of me, especially with that look in his eyes that told me he knew I was going to obey. Gawd! That was just too hot for words. Yes . . . hell yes . . . I wanted to fuck him. I readily admit it.

Our second meeting was even more intense. Again, I did as he wanted. I went without panties under my slacks. It was a different restaurant, Bar-B-Q this time, but in North Dallas again. And again, he was waiting for me just outside the door. But instead of going inside immediately, he took my hand and led me around the corner. "I want you to give me an appetizer." He said.

"An appetizer?"

"Yes, I want you to put your hand inside your slacks, dip your fingers inside yourself, and let me taste you."

I was stunned, but without any conscious effort on my part, my hand obeyed him, my eyes held by his the entire time. Even as my slickened fingers slid between his lips and he sucked them, I couldn't think of anything other than how sexy and alive he made me feel.

We ate, chatted casually, and then he walked me to my car. This time, he kissed me lightly on the lips. "Drive carefully." And then he was gone.

Now though, I didn't just want to fuck Glen. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to take me—to control me—to make me his. I'd never felt that before. I'd never wanted to give up control of myself to someone—totally submit to someone. But that is how I felt. I was his for the taking, and it excited me beyond words that he knew it—that he had known it from the start—even before I did.

~~~~~~~~~~~

During our online chat the next night, I didn't have to tell Glen how I felt—what I wanted. He already knew. "Dee, you are going to accompany me to a party Saturday night. You'll wear white slacks, black belt, black low-cut pullover, plain black choker, white socks and white sneakers—no bra, no panties . . . oh, and shave my pussy for me. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

I wanted to hesitate, to get upset, to refuse him, but I couldn't. My mind was still whirling with what he'd just said . . . my pussy . . . shave MY pussy for me. "Yes, Sir." I said obediently.

"Good girl." And then he told me to park my car at the mall in North Dallas and he'd pick me up from there. I didn't see him online again prior to our date.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Jessica, our hostess, met us at the door. She offered her cheek to Glen, and he kissed it politely. And then she looked at me, boldly eying me from head to toe. "Nice", she said to Glen. "And nice tits too. May I?"

I couldn't believe my ears. But that was nothing compared to the shock I got when Glen leaned closer, slid his hand around my waist, and whispered, "Don't move." And then he said to her, "Please, be my guest."

She locked her eyes on mine, daring me to resist as she tugged my shirt from under the waistband of my slacks and slid her hands under it. As she cupped my breasts and kneaded them with her fingers, I turned my head and looked at Glen. His eyes commanded me not to protest. "Very nice. Is she shaven?" She asked Glen.

"Of course, but I haven't had the pleasure yet."

She raised an eyebrow, and then said to me, "You're a lucky girl. Take care not to disappoint him." She released my breasts and slid her hands from under my top. "Enjoy the party and please, consider my home your own . . . both of you."

And then Glen whispered to me, "Tuck your shirt in. You did fine. I'm very proud of you."

After that shocking and very intense beginning, the rest of the party was actually rather boring. It was just a party. People were gathered into small groups, laughing, telling jokes, catching up on happenings since they'd last seen each other, but nothing out of the ordinary at all. I was relieved by the generic nature of it. Still, I was tense and nervous throughout our two hours there. I was still waiting for the next shoe to drop. I never did.

I was back in my car before I allowed my self to take a deep breath. "Holy shit! What the fuck was that?"

That night, as I lay in my bed and stared up into the darkness, I was finally able to answer my own question. "Hot! That's what it was."

~~~~~~~~~~~

I didn't think Glen could say or do anything that would catch me off guard after that. I thought I was prepared for anything he could ask—no, demand of me. And I was eager to see what that would be. I was wrong though. He did surprise me.

"Dee, our next meeting is on you. You decide when and where we are to meet. And you decide what we are to do when we get there. But there are two things."

"What?"

"First, we're not ready to meet in private yet. We're not ready for sex."

"Okay, and the other thing?"

"You have to surprise me with something erotic. Think bold and wild and sexual and erotic. I want you to use your imagination."

~~~~~~~~~~~

I racked my brain for two days, but everything I came up with just struck me as lame. I knew it would take something dramatic to impress Glen. The things he'd already had me do were proof of that. But what could I do—what could I surprise him with? Finally, I went online and chatted it up with several men. To hold there interest long enough for me to explain the situation and ask them for ideas, I gave them the sexual banter they wanted.

I came away from it with several ideas, but I decided not to put all of my eggs in one basket. I'd combine them, hoping that if one thing wasn't erotic or bold enough for Glen, perhaps another one would be.

I waited until I'd researched everything and purchased what I needed before telling Glen where and when to meet me. I'd chosen the Million Dollar Saloon on Greenville Avenue in North Dallas. I'd never been in a topless bar, but I knew women who had. They said their husbands enjoyed taking them there—that it was exciting to their husbands—and to them as well. And the Million Dollar Saloon was a classy place.

When I told Glen where to meet me, he made no comment either way. He simply agreed. I knew Glen liked black, so I wore a black, knee-length dress with a plunging neck line, a black choker, no bra, and medium high heels. I did wear panties though—but not just any panties. They were black leather, with a vibe strategically placed over my clit.

I waited until we were seated and sipping our beer to initiate phase two. I reached into my purse and retrieved the small rectangular device. Then I called our waitress over. I'd chosen a topless bar for more than one reason. I figured a waitress in such an establishment would be less likely to be put off by what I was going to ask of her.

When she arrived at our table, I asked her boldly, making no attempt to keep what I was saying private. "I'm wearing vibe panties. This is the remote control." I said, handing the device to her. "There's an extra twenty in tip for you if you will surprise me with it every once in the while."

She stared at me for a couple of seconds and then glanced at Glen. I wasn't sure she was going to agree to do it, but then she turned back to me and asked, "Nice, but are you sure you don't him to have it?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay, what the hell." And she took the remote, turned and walked away.

Glen's expression and smile told me instantly that he was pleased, but he didn't know that I had more in store for him.

After two beers, I switched to bottled water. I didn't want to risk a DWI on the way home. Our waitress did her job well. I never knew when the vibe on my clit was going to come alive, nor for how long. When Glen happened to be looking at me when it did, he could tell, and he would grin and wink at me.

After buying Glen one table dance from very attractive young blond dancer with awesome tits that looked more real than most in the room, I told him it was time to go. I tried to pay our tab, but Glen wouldn't let me, except for the extra twenty to the waitress for the vibe action. "That's your thing, so you pay for it." He told me with a grin.

I'd arrived at the bar first and parked in the back. Glen had found my car and parked nearby. "So, are you ready for your surprise?" I asked him when we reached my car.

He looked puzzled. I knew he was thinking that the topless bar and vibe thing were all I'd come up with. But I hadn't been convinced that those were enough. They were nice, and I'd found both erotic, but neither was very dramatic.

"Sure."

I unlocked my car and started it without getting in. And then I hit the button that rolled my driver's side window down. When it reached the bottom, I closed the door, turned to him, and began removing my shoes, tossing them into the car.

I was scared shitless, but I didn't feel that I needed to hide that fact from Glen. If I had read him correctly, my nervousness would only add to his enjoyment of what I was about to do. I locked my eyes on his, and then began raising the hem of my dress. 

It was difficult to keep looking up at him while I slid the black leather panties down my legs and stepped out of them, but I managed. I tossed them inside my Mustang, and then turned back to him, raising my dress higher and higher until it was around my waist. "Better step back." I cooed.

When he had taken a couple of steps back, I spread my feet out wide and began to focus all of my attention on relaxing and breathing. Finally, I began to pee.

I hadn't gone to the bathroom all evening and it had gotten quite uncomfortable, but I hadn't let on. I wanted to save it so that I would need to go really badly, both to make it easier to do, and to make sure he got a good show. I didn't know if he would find that erotic, but that wasn't really the point. The fact that I was being bold would offset any aversion he might have to it. I was sure of that.

I peed for a long time, flooding the asphalt around me, drenching my legs and feet. Glen watched with a huge smile on his face. Just as my gushing began to subside, and before I was finished, he stepped forward, put his hand behind my neck and pulled me to him. He kissed me passionately, offering me his tongue for the first time.

When he withdrew, he peered down into my eyes and said in a low voice that brought my still dripping pussy alive, "You have pleased me, Dee. I loved it—all of it, everything. Well done." And then he released me, opened my car door and said, "Drive carefully."

I couldn't wait until I got home. My pussy was still wet with pee, but I didn't care. I began rubbing my clit and fingering myself while I drove. Each time I would get close to orgasm, I'd stop. I was afraid to do that while driving.

When I pulled into a parking place in front of my apartment though, I dove two fingers inside my pussy and used my other hand on my wanton clit. I came in seconds, my moans of ecstasy echoing between the tall buildings.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"I think it's time for us to spend the night together. Do you agree?" He asked me within seconds of logging on the next evening.

"Yes. I'd love that."

"Do you like camping?"

"I haven't been in years, but yes, I love it."

"Good, then I'll make the arrangements for the weekend after next."

"I have to wait two weeks?" I typed, frustrated that I wouldn't get to see him sooner.

"For the camping, yes. But we can get together this weekend if you want. If we do though, it's on you again. You have to come up with another surprise for me."

I agreed, even though I had no idea what I could surprise him with. "Okay, but I'll have to let you know later when and where. I'll have to think of something special."

"Judging from how well you did last night, I have no doubt you'll think of something fantastic."

"Which part did you like most?"

"I told you. I loved it all, but I must confess that I enjoyed the ending the most."

"Okay. I need to know those things."

"No you don't. You don't need to know what I like and don't like. You only need to use your imagination and be bold and willing to try things."

"Okay then, that's what I'll do."

~~~~~~~~~~~

By Sunday afternoon, I had made up my mind what I was going to do for Glen, but I had no idea how to do it. Finally, out of desperation, I drove to Plano, a suburb on the north side of Dallas. It took me a bit of driving around, but I finally managed to locate the home where Glen had taken me to the party.

Jessica Beasley opened the door and I was relieved that she recognized me. Her face lit up with a smile, "Dee, it's great to see you again. Please come in and tell me what brings you to my door."

A few minutes later, we were sitting in her den, sipping ice tea while I told her my plan, and my dilemma. I was nervous and had to force myself to tell her, but when I was finished, she let out a loud laugh, "He'll love it."


We Met Online



We met online, on a website specializing in erotica. No surprise there, because both of us were looking for something, some way to connect with other like-minded folks, and to have some influence on the sexual currents we negotiate daily.

It started with simple comments regarding erotica she had posted, and grew into an extended conversation. Both of us were willing to talk and receptive to the other's thoughts without judging. When she sent me a picture of her face, I felt like I was beginning to connect with the true person on the other end of the dialogue. I sent pictures back, and the conversation continued.

Erotica had brought us together, and it infiltrated almost every missive we exchanged. She was the first to send, unbidden, sexy photos of herself. She is giving, in that way, and seems to relish the effect she has on me. I responded in clumsy fashion, and we shared a laugh or two over it, but I think it helped put a face on me for her. Our conversation became more explicit, but always respectful, and she continued to share pictures and audio recordings of herself, asking little or nothing in return. It aroused me to receive this attention, these gifts, from a woman that I found highly attractive both intellectually and physically, and I reciprocated as much as I was able.

One bright, lazy Saturday morning, I checked my email, and found a welcome message from her. She said that she had something for me, and among the usual banter was a link to a file-sharing site. I dashed off a quick message for her to read later (we are separated by thousands of miles and several time zones), and clicked the link. I downloaded the file she had left for me and unzipped it.

The file was, of all things, a graphic slide show. But it only took me several seconds to click through a few frames to realize this was no ordinary presentation. The slides started with pictures of her, dressed in a cute short skirt and shirt, smiling directly at me. She stood in front of a bed in what I guessed was her own bedroom. The blush in her cheeks and sparkle in her eyes made her look mischievous, and I looked at her image for several moments before flipping to the next frame. In this frame, her hands were working on opening the second button on her shirt, and it took me milliseconds to flip through the next few frames to determine that she was, indeed, stripping for me frame by frame. Apparently, she had created this montage from a series of still frames captured from a video, and a hi-def one at that!

This realization brought butterflies to the pit of my stomach, and caused stirrings lower. Whatever possessed her to create this for me? How far would she take it? I longed to see graphic images of her touching herself, or more, but had only imagined them. The questions in my mind increased my arousal, and my erection grew along with my curiosity.

I forced myself to click slowly through the frames, drinking in every detail of every shot. As the images progressed, she unbuttoned and removed her shirt, revealing an ordinary white lace bra, made sexy by the way she uncovered it. Through several more frames, her skirt was pulled up, then down and off, unveiling simple white panties that still claimed every bit of my attention, because they were being shown to me.

I was rock hard by now, and eager to continue viewing the slides, but I forced myself to slow down. I dropped my hand into my lap, and idly rubbed myself through my jeans. It felt so good, and I impulsively stripped naked and sat back down in front of my computer monitor. My cock throbbed, aching for attention, and a drop of pre-cum seeped from me, clinging to the top of my erection.

The show continued and got hotter by the frame. First, her hands caressed her breasts on top of her bra, then slid beneath it. The bra pushed down and her hands covered her tits, which gradually appeared as the images clicked by, fingers pinching and tugging her pink nipples. The bra was pushed below her breasts, and in the next frame her hands were behind her back, then the bra came off. Her hands continued to travel down her tummy, toward her panties.

Without really thinking about it, I grasped my tool and started slowly stroking myself. Up and down, as the frames passed, as each new bit of skin was revealed, as each touch of her hand increased the flush of her cheeks. She reached into her panties, and as her angle toward the camera changed, I could see the shadow of dampness and the hint of a cleft beneath the fabric. Frame by frame, her hand changed its position inside her panties, her eyelids dropped, and her expression grew more seductive. I continued my own movements, aware of the pre-cum weeping from me, and I spread it over the swollen head of my prick as my own excitement increased.

Suddenly the camera angle changed, and she was lying on the bed, with the camera zoomed in slightly. Her eyes were mostly closed, and she looked ravishing. One hand was in her underwear, and the other now grasped a purple toy! It looked to be a vibrator shaped like a penis, not too big physically, but huge in its implications. A groan involuntarily escaped my lips, because I immediately recognized that this show was proceeding farther than I ever dreamed it would. I continued to slowly flip the frames, examining every detail she exposed to me.

She moved the toy over her sensitive places outside of her underwear. Then, lifting her head and looking directly into the camera, she pulled her panties aside, frame by frame exposing her sex to me for the first time. The pubic hair was trimmed to form a triangle that pointed downward. Below it, her lips were shaved smooth and glistened with moisture. I gazed on as, one image after another, the vibrator circled her clit, spreading the lubrication, then nuzzled her opening. Over several frames, she inserted the toy deeply in herself, her head tilted back and her lips parted in what I imagined to be a moan of pleasure. Without realizing it, I increased the pace of my own strokes, my passion rising to match hers on the monitor in front of me.

Through several images, I could tell she was fucking herself with the vibrator, and the wetness on the toy and her puffy lips showed me that she was, indeed, pleasuring herself. My own urgency was rising, and I made no effort to slow it. As I clicked on the next image, and took in the picture of her with her back arched, mouth open in a cry and brow furrowed by an intense orgasm, my own climax erupted. I closed my eyes, her image in my mind, and I felt the flood of my release flow down over my hand with each contraction. I spread the slippery fluid over my cock, reducing the friction and heightening the sensations, extending my climax as long as possible. When my breathing had returned to a more normal state, I opened my eyes to the mesmerizing image still on the screen, and my member twitched in response.

I had to get up and clean myself off. When I returned to the computer, I clicked through the last few frames of the slide show, watching as she relaxed, and gave a friendly smile to the camera (me?) in the final shot. I sat, still naked and overwhelmed by what I had seen. I felt arousal begin again as I recounted in my mind the beautiful images of her. What could I possibly do show her how hot she made me? It suddenly became clear. As my erection grew and responded to my inspiration, I turned my webcam to the proper angle, and looked into the camera...



We Met Online...



We met online. When we first started talking, I really wasn't looking for a relationship. I had been scanning he pages of pictures people put up when I came across hers. I thought she was gorgeous. So I left her a little comment telling her that. I moved on along through the pictures, looking for something to masturbate to when I was notified that I had received a message. Not sure who it was from, I ignored it for a bit, figuring it was probably someone spamming the site with ads for cheep Viagra or some kind of supposedly free porn site.

After spending another ten or fifteen minutes looking through the site, and not really finding anything that got me going, I decided to move onto another site to get off on. Just as I was about to close the page, I remembered the message that was sent. I decided that I should go ahead and delete it before I moved on. After a click or two, I saw that it was a message from the woman I had commented on. The subject line simply said "thank you".

I clicked open the message and she told me how flattered she was about what I had said, and that she had added a couple new pictures if I cared to look at them. And is exactly what I did. The new additions were some of the greatest I had ever seen. Within seconds, my cock became as hard as petrified wood and I was slowly stroking myself. I picked up the pace and was soon cumming harder than I had in years. After cleaning myself up, I left her another comment on her new pictures and responded to her message telling her in a bit more detail how much I liked them, and then I was off to bed.

The next evening, I was feeling a little horny again, so I returned to the site. A new message was waiting for me. She was very flattered about my new comments and my response to her of what I did. She told me about a couple more pictures she posted and would be waiting for my opinion of them. Just like before, I was very turned on by them and was cumming.

This went on for a couple weeks. She would tell me about some new pictures. I would view them and cum. Then I would comment on them and then tell her a few details of how much I enjoyed them. Then we began to actually talk to one another. Not just about pictures, but about each other. Things we liked. Things we didn't like. Music. Movies. Books. Though, both of us were being very careful about the more personal information about ourselves... At least, at first we did. 

The more we talked, the more we shared about ourselves. Three weeks went by. Every night we would spend hours sending messages back and forth, growing closer with each sentence we typed out. She told me her name was Alyssa and then she asked me about myself. I told her that my name was Mac and that I was a bit on the heavy side. 

Almost an hour went by with no response. I figured that after she found out that I was heavy, she lost interest in me. Then a response finally came. She first apologized for taking so long to get back to me. She wasn't used to the message system of the site and didn't really notice I had responded. Then she said that she didn't care that I was heavy, and that she was a bit on the heavy side as well. Which I did know since I had seen her pictures and came while looking at them many times before. She then asked me if I had an IM so we could talk back and forth without having to wait for one of us to notice a message and then wait for a full response.

I had some problems with IM's in the past. AIM didn't like my computer and YAHOO would always go belly up on me. She suggested that I try MSN, and that's what I did. After a quick download and setting up my account, I was ready to go. I sent her my IM screen name and hoped that it would work. I signed in and a few moments later, I had a request to add a friend. It was Alyssa. I added her and we began to talk. 5 minutes went by and it worked. 10 minutes and still working. 15, 20, 30 minutes and all was well.

We stayed up till almost 2 am just talking and enjoying each other's company. She was curious about what I looked like, so I told her that I would send her an email with some pictures of myself. We finished talking and said our goodnights. As she went off to bed, I stayed up a bit longer and went through all the pictures I had of me to find the best ones to send. I decided on some of the more artistic style shots of me, like the one that is only lit by the flame of my lighter as I lit up a cigarette.

Just as I was about to send it, I thought about sending her a picture of my cock. I had seen plenty of her nude pictures. And I felt that she was a cool friend, so maybe she would like to see what I have.

Now, I'm not hung like a horse. Just your average 6 inches and totally shaved, since most of the women I have been with have told me that they like it better without hair and are more prone to oral sex when a man is shaved. So I took at look at her pictures again, was hard within moments, and took a picture of my hard cock for her. I added to the group of pictures I was emailing her and sent them off.

The next day I awoke and checked my email. There was only one. And it was from Alyssa. She liked the pictures I sent her, telling me that I had some talent. And that she also liked my cock. That brought a smile to my face. It had been a long while since someone had told me they liked my cock, and that person turned out to be the cheating slut ex of mine... But I'm not really bitter about it.

We continued to talk for a couple more days, sharing more personal pictures through email and commenting each other.

Then one night, she asked me if I would be interested in talking on the phone. I agreed and sent her my phone number. A few minutes later, the phone rang. For the first time, I was able to connect a voice to the body I had been talking to and cumming to for nearly a month. And her voice matched the goddess like body she had. Sounding as sweet and as smooth as honey.

We talked on the phone for almost five hours that night, and each night since. As it grew close to a month and a half of when we first started talking, we grew closer to each other. Slowly shedding away the clothes of friendship and starting to become more like a couple during a long distance relationship. We would talk every night, and some nights it would end with some steamy phone sex with me cumming very hard, and her moaning and screaming in pleasure as she came.

One night, while we were talking and laughing at some funny videos posted on youtube, she asked me a question I didn't expect. Alyssa asked me if I would like to come and visit her for a week. My heart jumped in my chest as I thought about how I would finally be able to hold her in my arms. To kiss her sensual lips. To cuddle up next to her and feel the warmth of her body as she pressed up against me.

I told her that I would love to. A half hour later, I had my plane tickets booked for the trip for a couple weeks later when I knew I would be available to go out of town.

We spent those weeks talking as we usually did. But now was added into the mix of what we would do when I got there. Of course we both wanted sex, but we were both happy if it was just spending all our time together. 

Finally, the night before my flight came. We didn't spend as long as we normally did talking since I had to be up early for my flight. We said out good nights and she told me that she had a surprise for me and would see me soon. I was intrigued by this and my mind raced with a hundred and one fantasies as I stripped and climbed into bed. Soon, I was falling asleep with a smile on my face.

A few hours later, I was slowly waking up to the feeling of something soft and wet around my cock. As I opened my eyes, I saw Alyssa between my legs, slowly sucking my cock as she looked up at me. She smiled as she continued to suck on me. So this was her surprise for me? Showing up at my place before I visited her and to fly back with me? 

I started to wonder if she and I would end up joining the mile high club when she began to circle the head of my cock with her tongue. All thoughts except the pleasure I was in left my head. She slowly kissed her way down the shaft until she reached the base. Then she began to lick and kiss along my sack, eventually taking one ball into her mouth and then the other. She then returned to sucking on my cock, building up speed and pumping with her hand. I was going to cum, but couldn't get the words out.

Seeming to sense I was close, she looked up at me and winked. A few seconds later, I felt myself tense up a bit and began to explode in her mouth. Jet after jet of my cum flew down her throat, and she swallowed each and every drop. When I was finished, she licked along the shaft to make sure that she got all of it.

I then pulled her up to me and rolled her over onto her back. I lowered myself between her legs and saw the pussy I had seen in the pictures she had sent and dreamed of many times before. Now I was about to get a taste. I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked along the outside of her lips. Teasing her. Each time I licked, I would get closer and closer to her honey pot. My nose brushed passed her slit and I felt how wet she was getting. I could no longer hold myself back. I dove in and began to lick her pussy for all I was worth. I stuck my tongue inside her and flicked it around and I gently rubbed her clit with my fingers. Then, I switched around and licked and sucked on her clit as my fingers slid inside her and tickled her g-spot. Soon, she was moaning and screaming in orgasmic delight as she came. And boy did she cum. Her juices exploded all over my face. After the moment or two of shocked faded away, I dove back in and lapped up all of her wetness that I could. 

Alyssa pulled me up to her and kissed me deeply. As we broke apart, I saw that her face was still flushed and she was breathing hard from her orgasm. By now, my cock had returned to its full hardness. She grabbed me and pulled me between her legs. She wanted me now. I could see it in her eyes. It wasn't just the lust for a good fuck that she wanted. It was love. For me. She wanted me to make love to her. And I wanted the same.

I slipped myself inside her, and was in heaven. I was as though my cock and her pussy were the perfect match. Each part of me fit just right within her. I slowly began to slide my cock inside her. But soon, I was moving faster and faster. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in deeper into her. I leaned down and kissed her along her neck. She gave a little moan when I did and returned the favor, adding a little lick for good measure. 

Even though I had already cum some twenty minutes before, I was ready to cum again. I looked in her eyes, and they spoke volumes to me. She was close as well and wanted me to cum with her. 

With each thrust, I took one step closer to filling her up. This was the woman... 4. The one I loved... 4. The one I met online... 3. That I would one day... 2. Spend the rest of my life with... 1.

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP.

I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock. 6:30am. The time I set it for the night before so I could get up in time for my flight. Everything that had happened was all a dream. A dream that over the next week would become a reality.



We Met Online



I concentrated on tuning Cuz out and forced myself to hold Bobby's stare as he walked over to me. It was all I could do to hold my position as he got closer. Every fiber in my body wanted to turn and run.

"Anythin I want, huh? That be what I heard? Don't want no misunderstandins bout what you be figurin on usin fur barter."

I steeled myself even more. "There's no misunderstanding. You heard me right."

It shocked me when he just stood there, staring right into my eyes as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of unfiltered Camel cigarettes and shook one from the pack. He never looked away from my eyes as the sulfur flared on his match and he lit the cigarette. "All willin and legal like? No police and sayin later that I been doin somthin what you were't a wantin done?"

I could hear the disdain and disgust in my voice as I said, "That's right. No police. All legal like."

The corners of his mouth turned into a smirk as he tilted his head toward his friend. "Hows a bout Cuz over there? I don't be figurin on leavin him out of the fun."

"He's not a part of this. It's between you and me."

"What if I be sayin different on that? What you be sayin about that there?"

There was something in his eyes that told me that he wasn't going to back down. It didn't mater what I said. He didn't give a shit about Cuz. He just wanted to see how far he could push me—what I was willing to agree to. "He's got nothing to do with it."

His grin unnerved me, and then he half looked over his shoulder without taking his eyes off of mine and said in a louder voice, "Hear that, boy? Your woman be willin to save your sorry ass, but only ifin she don't have to go givin up too much. She be figurin your ass ain't worth all that high a barterin price."

And then his grin grew even wider, "Last chance, missy. What's it gonna be?"

He was just about to turn away when I relented, "Okay . . . okay. I said anything you want, and I meant it."

"Hot dam, we be gonna have ourselves some fun fuckin that one. Ain't we, Bobby?"

Bobby looked around to Cuz and snickered, "We'll be seein bout that. We ain't done barterin jist yet." And then he turned back to me and grabbed me by the hair roughly, pulling me with him until I was standing right in front of Glen. "I been hearin what you been a sayin, but I reckon you ain't been sayin all that much. Now the boy here, he be a witness. Don't want no misunderstandins later bout what you been sayin. Tell the boy what you be willin to do to save his sorry ass from the powerful beatin he be bout to git ifin you ain't been steppin in on his behalf. Go on. Tell him what you be barterin with."

I took a deep breath and looked towards Glen, but I couldn't look him in the eyes. Instead, I looked passed him, over his head at the ground. "I'm going to let them fuck me if they promise not to hurt you."

I hadn't realized that Cuz had walked up behind me until I heard his sickening voice right next to my ear, "She don't be gettin the ramfucations all that clear, does she, Bobby?"

Bobby let out a chuckle that scared me more than I already was, if that was even possible. "No Cuz, I be in agreement with ya on that there. Missy don't be graspin the entire concept jist yet. So I guess we better be clearin all that up bout now."

And then he grabbed my hair again and forced me to my knees in front of Glen. I had no choice but to look right at him. "You gonna be givin up that fine sweet pussy o yourn to us are ya?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, how bout that fine little mouth o yourn. You gonna be givin that up too?"

"Yes." I heard myself answer in a sarcastic tone.

"Now we be gitin somewhere. So be tellin your bow, missy, hows bout that purdy ass o yourn? Been told by moren one that I gots myself a big ole dick on me, ain't that right, Cuz?"

"Yes siree. He got hisself a fine big ole dick. He does for a fact."

"And I reckon I might jist be hankerin to stick my big o dick right in that tight little ass o yourn. What say you bout that there, missy?"

I couldn't believe he was making me say all of those things right in front of Glen. All I could think of was that I just wanted them to do whatever they were going to do and get it over with. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I just wanted it to be over. "Okay, you can fuck my ass. Whatever you want. Just do it and get it over with. I said I'd do whatever you want, so just do it. Okay?"

"Oooo weeee, ain't she a feisty one? We gonna have ourselves a time with this here one."

"So far, all I been gittin me is a bunch of purdy words. I ain't been seein no proof you be layin things out straight. So what say you show ole Bobby and Cuz what it is be backin up all them prudy words?" And with that, he pulled me to my feet by my hair and then stepped back, leaving me once again standing right over Glen.

I didn't have to ask. I knew what he wanted, so I once again stared at the ground off in the distance and began removing my shirt and shorts. I forced myself to concentrate on the fact that this was just one step closer to it all being over. That made it easier somehow. When I was totally naked, Cuz's disgusting voice was right in my ear. "Oooooo weeeee. Hot Dam! That's one fine ass on this one. I'm a gonna be fuckin that and likin every garl darn minute of it."

"I be wonderin if this boy been a tappin that fine ass. You tell ole Bobby the straight of it now, missy. This boy been tappin that fine ass o yourn?"

Of course, they had no way of knowing that Glen and I had never been together. My mind was whirling in so many different directions; I didn't know what I should say. I didn't know if I should tell them the truth, or lie. "No", I finally said in barely more than a whisper.

"What's that? Speak up, missy. I done asked you somthin and I be spectin an answer. This boy been tappin that ass o yourn or not?"

"No", I said louder.

"Oooooo weeeeee"

"Now jist hold on a minute. Ifin this boy ain't a been tappin it, then some othern has, right? You been a lettin someone tap that ass. Let's have the straight of it, missy. Someone's been tappin that fine ass o yourn for, ain't that right?"

"No!" I said loud enough to insure that I wouldn't have to repeat it.

"Hot dam! We gonna be gitin ourselves some virgin ass, Bobby. Ooooooo weeeeee!"

"Shut up!" Bobby hissed. "I'm a ponderin on ifin I want a be stickin my bigun in a never for fucked ass or ifin I be wantin you to be gittin her all loosened up for my bigun."

"I be rite proud to be doin that fur ya, Bobby. I'll be doin it right too. Yes siree I will. I'll be doin it jist right."

I couldn't believe I was having to stand there and listen to them discuss who was going to fuck my ass first. But they weren't doing it. They were just talking about it . . . and making me listen to their discussion about it. The whole thing just made me nauseated.

And then Bobby moved in close to me and pressed his body against my side. His hand grabbed the cheek of my ass and then squeezed it roughly. He was grabbing more than feeling, gripping my ass cheek hard as if trying to keep me from running away, even though I'd made no move to do so.

"Boy, I be figurin this hot woman o yourn be willin to do jist bout any garl darn thing to save you from a stompin. Ain't that right, missy?"

"Yes!" I half shouted. "I said I would. So just do it and get it over with."

And then Bobby reached down with one hand, his other still gripping my ass cheek, and pulled the hanky out of Glen's mouth. "What say you, boy?"

"I'd say you're right." And then he got a puzzling grin on his face and added, "I think she would."

"Well, okay then. We'll be seeing ya latter on then. Tell your daddy we said hi ifin you see him. Oh, and thanks for the steaks. They was a bit overdone, but still mighty tasty."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and then what I was seeing. The two men grabbed up their guns and left. Glen pulled his hands from behind his back and began untying the ropes around his ankles. I was standing there, naked and shaking like a leaf . . . in total shock.

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First disbelief, and then anger overtook me. I lit into Glen like a wild woman, screaming at him, hitting him, and kicking him as hard as I could. He just curled his arms over his head to protect it and started laughing. The more he laughed, the harder I hit and kicked him.

When I finally ran out of energy to hit and kick him anymore, he looked up at me and smiled, "You'd better get dressed. It's a long hike back to the cabin. On the way, you can make up your mind if you want stay or go. It's your choice. I'll drive you back to town, if that's what you want."

"You're god damned right that's what I want. But I'll get there on my own. I never want to see you again."

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On the long hike back to the cabin, Jessica's words kept echoing in my head, "You're in for a wild ride with Glen, hon. Just roll with it and you'll have the time of your life." 

Oh, by the way, I changed my mind by the time we got back to the cabin. I decided that even this was better than being lonely and bored . . . especially bored . . . and if I was convinced of nothing else, I was totally convinced that with Glen, I'd never, ever, have to be worried about getting bored.

The End