4 comments/ 27786 views/ 3 favorites Encounters With A Stranger By: Sienna Three nights a week, eleven until three. That was my hours, playing smooth jazz on the local radio station to an audience that could not sleep. I suppose I was one of them. I enjoyed it. It passed on those hours that I used to spend chatting to strangers on the internet whilst my husband slept peacefully in our bed. Atleast he knew where I was. I had been a DJ for three months. I was surprised I got the job after the interview. The station was one of several city stations that reached out to its population. It played nothing else but jazz and soul and it was popular. Even I used to listen to those late night DJ's and the call-ins from people who either wanted company or just be part of the show. The boss said I had a sweet sexy voice. I liked that and within two days I was in the studio doing my own show. Then it happened. He was the sixth caller that night. He requested his favourite tracks and Eddy the controller found them as usual on his database. We played them as part of the schedule as the night drew on. He would not give his name and called himself simply "Mister" as we chatted on air, talking about music and what he liked for almost ten minutes. I loved his voice, it was smooth and calming and addictive. "I'm glad they put a lady on the late show," he told me. "It makes it much nicer to listen to. I can picture you sat there by the mic. I bet you look cool and sexy." I did not reply and asked him for his requests as I saw Eddy grinning at me in the control room through the soundproof window. "Don't change the subject. I think you are wonderful." I put the next track on for the listeners and listened to the caller one to one. "What's your name?" I asked. "It doesn't matter," he replied. I tried to picture him in my mind. The owner of such a sexy voice, the smooth talking stranger that he was. Eddy gestured through the window to cut him off like all of the others that became intimate. What he was hoping and wishing for was a caller on the verge of suicide to add drama to the show, which never happened and yet probably never would. I was hooked onto the callers voice and I listened intently. "Why don't you tell me your real name? They never show pictures of the late night DJ's. Why not?" he asked. "If you look as sexy as your voice, I don't blame them. They want to keep you for themselves. Hiding away from the public and adding torture to the whole mystery of it all." "Candice is my real name." I replied. "No it isn't. Let me guess," he paused and then began to list a bunch of names one after the other slowly as I listened. Then he said it and took me by surprise. "Karen... your name is Karen, I feel it." "Wait..." I looked at Eddy shrugging and smiling. "How did you know?" I instantly assumed that Eddy had given away my name, but that was impossible. I would have heard him on the link. "Ok, now you tell me yours. It's only fair." He remained silent for a few seconds. "Mister is all you get. That is...unless you want to meet me somewhere sexy lady." I knew it was the usual patter and I played along with him with the usual standard replies. I told him I was just a radio DJ with a real life beyond the airwaves. I told him he was entitled to his fantasies and that they were harmless fun. I asked him kindly to continue listening and take care. Then I cut him off with the usual goodbye. Eddy gave me the thumbs up and it was back to business. From that night onwards I had never given "Mister" a second thought. I went home safely after doing the shows and lay beside my husband. We were married just two years almost after a long relationship out of wedlock. We loved each other passionately and he was the only man in my life and all I ever dreamed of in a partner. Sex was good and we enjoyed each others company. Robert was a successful architect for a huge company. I was a homemaker with very few ambitions of my own. I wanted to be an ideal lover, submissive even, yet Robert was not a domineering person generally or sexually. We played out our fantasies in private, enjoying the thrills of experimental sex. Quite often we would watch pornographic videos together, picking up new ideas. And then for extra fun, we would even put on the camera and make our own home videos whilst we made love. We had no plans for a family, as his work was very important, he believed children would spoil the karma and balance of our whole relationship and I respected that. Our friends were all professional people and that was our life-style, remaining firmly within a certain group and community and never straying beyond that world we were part of, except when I found the chat forums on the internet. I could not sleep for hours like most people. All I needed was a few short hours of slumber and then I was refreshed. Often Robert would go to bed and I would be awake, reading, listening to music or watching TV and then one night I discovered how one could play and pretend to be someone else...on the world wide web. Soon I discovered a way of sharing my fantasies with total strangers through cybersex and idle chatter, hidden safely behind a computer screen, a microphone and the keyboard. No cameras as I wanted to remain mysterious and partly unknown. I could be whoever I wanted to be and then I realised how pathetic things were becoming. The radio DJ arrangement became open and I decided to go for it. I noticed the ad in the local city newspaper and I walked through the interviews and trial so easily. I was accepted and began the late night work without any problems. A week went by and I had never heard from "Mister" again until he called on air with more requests. "Hi, remember me Candice?" I could recognise his voice so clearly and in a way I was secretly hoping that he would call back sometime. He began to talk about the way things were in the city regarding its rising crime rate that dominated the latest subject and news. I replied casually with my open thoughts and opinions, and then played the next track after ten minutes conversation. He stayed online to talk to me. "Karen, I missed you. Why did you cut me off the other night?" he asked. "I didn't cut you off. This is a busy radio show and there were other callers." I explained. His voice was the same, so smooth and sexy, conjuring up those images of what he looked like in my mind, but he was serious. I could sense he was not happy with cutting our conversation shorter than he wanted. "You have not even asked me how I knew your real name." I listened. "Aren't you even curious? I mean, atleast ask me so I can tell you. Go ahead ask me?" His voice became demanding and somehow I found it even sexier as I listened. "Ask me Karen. You know you want to." "Ok, how did you know?" "I found out about you. I have friends in certain...places? They tell me everything I need to know. But don't worry I'm not stalking you or anything. I don't want to hurt you or your husband. I noticed how close you two are and that is so cool." For the first time I was beginning to trust a stranger. His voice convinced me he was telling the truth and expressing his true thoughts. He was different to the other strangers I had spoken to before in such a close way. He knew who I was, and it was quite scary but also intriguing. "I am probably your biggest fan on here Karen. I could if I wanted to find out what you really look like, but I don't, not yet." "What do you mean?" I asked. "For now your voice is all I need. Aren't you curious to know who I am?" he asked. Eddy waved to me frantically to cut him off again, but I did not want to. I was curious. I needed to talk to him even more. "Karen, don't get me wrong. I am not falling in love with you or anything. Our lives should always remain separate. I know what you are thinking. Trust me." "What am I thinking?" "Well that would be telling and besides, there is someone else listening." I looked at Eddy and gestured for him to hold on before he pressed the button in frustration, ending the link completely. I wanted our conversation to continue in private, just me and him and Eddy obliged, allowing me a few minutes longer before going back on air. "Ok, tell me who you are?" I asked. "No..." he replied. "Call me again in private after the show. I promise it will be worth your time. But promise me now that you will call me. Is it a deal Karen?" I agreed. He gave me his mobile phone number and I wrote it down quickly. Then, he broke the link between us. After the show I sat quietly in my car in the multi-storey car park. It was a warm pleasant summer night and the sunrise was about to break through over the city. I picked up my phone and pressed in those numbers from the crumpled slip of paper I retrieved from my bag. I added it to my directory under the name of "Mister" then I thought about his voice and his intentions. I was still unsure about calling him, although I so much wanted to hear his sexy voice once again. It made me feel relaxed and special. I loved the way he demanded me to enquire how he knew so much about me. There was something very arousing about it. I could not resist it and he knew that. After a while I pressed call and waited, listening to the tones. Within a few seconds he answered. "Hello Karen. Thankyou for calling back. I knew you would." "Ok, I'm here." I replied. "Sitting in your car alone?" he asked. I could feel a sense of being watched by him. That gave me a feeling of being controlled from a distance and I liked it. The only thing I feared was my vulnerability and how safe I really was. It was just a sexy voice. That was all it was, for now. "I think you and I need to meet somewhere in private, but not quite yet. I want you to get used to me. Listen to what I have to say to you. You want that don't you Karen?" "Yes. Talk to me." I demanded, listening to his voice intently. "Good. Now listen very carefully. I know what you have been thinking deep inside your mind. Those secret thoughts of yours. You can't hide away from them because they won't go away. You don't want them to go away. So in a sense, I am the one who can make them happen. Make those moments real for you without hurting you or anyone else. Do you trust me Karen? Say you trust me." "I trust you." And I did. I don't know exactly why I did. All I knew was, he intrigued me and I wanted to know more about him and how he knew my private fantasies. I listened to him telling me how I yearned to be seduced by a total stranger for real. The secret rendezvous and what I wanted that stranger to do to me. Everything he told me was almost exact. I began to replay the thoughts he was giving me in my mind as I listened to him. He was directing my fantasies and very skilfully indeed. "The thing is Karen, you want these things badly and I know you do. You have always wanted these things to happen and now they can... for real. Remember the cybersex you shared with strange men on the net? Just imagine for one moment if that was real sex, with a real stranger like me." Suddenly I realised that he was just one of those voiceless strangers. It made me think and distracted me a little from our conversation. "Wait! Do you know me from those chat forums? Have we encountered before?" I asked. "Does it matter? Does it bother you Karen? It took a long time to find you and it's worthwhile. I was one of many fantasies you shared. Which one you are thinking right now. So many. But I am being honest Karen. This time I want you to share that fantasy with me in person. Are you willing?" My thoughts sifted through dozens of characters I had opened and shared my mind with. He was one of them, and what made it so frustrating was, I had always kept the same topic and theme with very little variation. What he told me was exactly what I did with him and many others online. Replaying that same scenario night after night. I suddenly felt as I did then, daring and allowing my restrictions to subside, yielding to the moment being created by pure fantasy. All in the mind, yet almost real. "Make me do it." I replied. "Make me your slave. Entice me." It was a test and yet I believed it, and wanted it to happen. "Demand me to meet you somewhere." I wanted him to control me and add that certain element to the whole game that we were now playing. "You are getting excited. I just knew you would. You and I are alone right now. Different places. I want you imagine what we would do when we eventually meet. You will be there because I demand it. You are my slut, my bitch and my sex slave. You can't resist it. It's what you want. To feel me taking you, fucking you..." I could see it in my mind as he described it in detail. I imagined how it would feel as I touched myself, feeling myself getting aroused. And he knew what I was doing as I listened to his voice. I was giving away my reactions and he played with them. I could not hold on any longer as I began to ride the orgasm he was inducing with his words. My fingers played gently upon my sensitive sex and I gasped, moaning into the phone until his voice went silent. After a while, I settled down. Slowly recovering, his voice returned. "You enjoyed sharing that with me. I could tell. I need you to understand me a little more. It's too soon to meet with you. I need to make you mine. You must get to know your Master a little more first. I will call you back sometime." "Wait!" It was too late. The phone went silent. I was left totally alone returning to reality and thinking about what he had told me. Somehow I did not feel deserted by him. I trusted this stranger and I knew that he would call me back unlike many of the others who just evaporated into cyberspace, never to be seen or heard of again. During the days and nights that followed "Mister" never called back. I thought about him often and wanted him to call. Weeks went by and slowly I was beginning to forget him, getting on with my life as usual. Robert and I carried on making love and I kept "Mister" a secret, just like the others I had cybered with in the past. I still had my innermost fantasies and in particular the one of being controlled and lured to some secret location, but they were becoming just fantasies like many others. Then one afternoon while I was alone preparing dinner at home, my phone rang. "Karen, I missed you." I was dumbstruck and taken by surprise, not expecting to hear his voice ever again. "Have you missed me?" I instantly fell into his certain charms. "Yes Master." I replied. I knew my place and what I had to say, of that there were no doubts. "Good girl. Are you ready for sharing another fantasy? Drop everything you are doing and take off your blouse for me..." I did everything he asked, following the visions he was making me have in my vivid imagination. And after that, he called regularly, catching me alone during the mornings, afternoons and quite often after being on air. He would tell me things, demanding me to do things exactly as he described, but never allowed me to suggest anything in reply, and I would obediently follow everything he ordered Suddenly my fantasies became shared with just one person, my new Master who I had never met. Again, almost the same theme and scenarios would be played out over the phone and he would make me have an orgasm, just once and no more each time. For months our secret phone game continued with promises for us to eventually meet. He would call the show with his usual requests for his favourite music and I played them like any other request, treating him as a passive caller, but I knew it was he, how could I ignore that beautiful smooth sexy voice of his? It was all part of our game. The winter months had arrived. Christmas was planned and Robert and I took a short break with friends by the coast. I never told "Mister" that I was going away, but somehow he knew. I still kept thinking he was spying on me, watching me although he kept on reassuring me he was distant everytime he called. "There is nothing between us but lust and distance, trust me," he would tell me and like his obedient slave I trusted him. "Karen, who the hell is this?" Robert asked, searching for a number on my phone. We had just returned from a New Year party. He was sitting on the bed while I undressed. "You've even had text messages from them and kept them." I ran towards him and snatched the phone from his hand quickly, before he could open them. "It's nobody important, just a friend." "Mister? Isn't that the guy who you told me about once?" he asked. I had to think fast. He remembered the time when Mister first called the show and I opened up to Robert about him. The text messages were revealing little notes he had sent to me describing how he felt about me when I was unavailable. There were even two pictures of his cock in the photo album I wanted to keep and obviously did not remove. "No it's a girlfriend who likes to use that silly name. You know, having fun?" Robert accepted my reasons and I quickly removed all evidence of Misters' existence, including his phone number and even those gorgeous pictures. I knew that soon he would call me as it was strictly forbidden for me to call him as part of the game. I straddled over Robert, as he lay naked on the bed. Neither of us drank too much that night at the party as we had plans for sex, our way of celebrating the New Year intimately between us. "So why should your friend use that name? Are you turning gay on me?" It was clear that Robert wanted more facts. I leaned into his face and kissed him, letting my yoni brush against his semi hardened cock, teasingly, trying to get his mind off things and onto other more important matters. It made a change for me to take control for once, and Robert soon reacted to my advances and strategically placed diversions. As the new year continued the winter nights grew colder. At work, callers and wannabe guests were inundating Eddy at the controls. The long cold winter nights increased listeners and then he got what he wanted. "Line three, answer it!" he shouted. I stopped the track and took the call live to the listening public. His panic stricken caller was online. "Hello who's calling the late show?" "Help me. I'm desperate." There was no mistaking that certain voice. "My world is falling apart. I need someone to listen to me and understand how I feel." It was "Mister", but this time he was pretending to be in distress. Eddy had not recognised his voice. But I knew who it was. "I can't stand this loneliness anymore and I need to talk to someone." "Ok, you are live on the air. Take it easy. What is your name?" "It doesn't matter who I am. I need everyone to know how I feel." I looked at Eddy as he suddenly realised who it was. I held up my hand to allow the caller, to continue. Eddy did as I wanted. "You Candice, its you I really need to talk to." He continued. "I think you know how I feel. You're like an angel, that beautiful voice of yours tells everyone like me that you can help just by listening. Until I made this call to the show I was going to end it all. You saved me, you know that? Just imagine how many people tune in and get saved just by hearing that sweet voice of yours." I was flattered by his dramatic act and I pretended to follow it through. "Thankyou, I appreciate your thoughts. I'm sure many others do also." "No wait... I really mean it. So much so I want to invite you to dinner. Just you and I. What do you think Candice? You and I alone." I began to wonder what strange twist was behind this. I did not know what I should say. He was testing me on air, seeing how I would cope and react, so I played the next track quickly and spoke to him. I was annoyed by the move that he had made. Why should he need to test me like that? "What the hell are you doing?" I asked. I quickly forgot my place as his obedient sub. Encounters With A Stranger "Naughty girl Karen. You're not supposed to get angry with your Master. I think its time we met, don't you? So here are your instructions. Listen carefully..." I listened. Eddy listened too and "Mister" knew that. Eddy recorded his call, every word for me on tape and then he hung up. "Got it. Want me to call the cops?" Eddy asked. There was no way I wanted that as this was the moment I had been waiting for. The climax of our game had eventually arrived atlast. The end of the show and I played back the tape. "You're not serious about meeting this pervert are you?" Eddy asked. I listened and gave him a stare. "Come on Karen, this is a very dangerous thing you're doing. Think about it." "I have thought about it. And I want you to keep this secret." I slipped the cassette from the machine and placed it into my coat pocket. "You promised me." He watched in silence as I headed towards the door. I turned and blew him a kiss and a smile. I could trust Eddy not to do anything I did not want him to. The snow had stopped falling. As I headed onto the streets from the car park the tyres crunched their way through the frozen water, skidding now and then as they desperately gripped the road. I was on my way to meet "Mister" and he was waiting for me. The directions were easy to remember and follow, but I slipped the cassette in the player just to make sure. My journey was slow and steady as I crossed the city towards its southern outskirts. I checked the time periodically as I drove along until eventually I followed the signs towards the Klayborne Industrial Estate. This was it. I was to eventually meet my mystery Master. I prepared myself for disappointment just in case he was not going to be there. But, my confidence was running high and so was my libido. I had everything planned, including my moment where I would dominate him just for once. I was ready for him and I could feel the tingling sensations running through my body just thinking about it. The place was deserted as I drove through the main road between huge white buildings on either side of me. I was looking for complex sixteen and eventually found it. I stopped the car just outside the automatic sliding doors. I waited as the Master's instructions clearly stated, turning off my headlights. And then the doors began to open slowly. My heart began to pound with a mix of sexual anticipation and...fear. I could feel the excitement building up inside of me as I drove into the darkened building. I stopped the car at a sign saying "stop" that was clearly visible and the doors began to close behind me, shutting off the dull light from the outside world. Then silence, as I had safely arrived at "His" world. I waited, gripping the steering wheel, holding on fast to my worked up emotions. I waited for what seemed like ages. I even began to wonder if it was all a bad joke, one of my worst sexual nightmares of being tricked. Then the lights came on and I could see the vast emptiness of the building. Ahead, beyond the sign there was a desk. It looked small on its own, dwarfed by the size of the empty space around it. And it was cold. Very cold. I began to shiver. I heard solitary footsteps echoing around the building and I could feel "His" presence nearby as I gripped the steering wheel even tighter, biting my lip and closing my eyes shut. In the instructions "He" told me not to look behind the car once I reached my destination. I listened and waited. Then there were three distinct taps on my nearside window. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw "His" hand, an arm and part of "His" body. He was dressed in a black suit and white shirt. Again, I waited. His hand reached for the door handle and he opened it slowly. "Welcome Karen." It was that voice. At first I did not look up at "His" face. This was for real, no phone calls this time. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I hesitated before getting out and looked up at his face, eventually. He was younger than I had expected. He had dark blonde wavy hair swept back and the most beautiful light blue eyes I had ever seen. He smiled at me as I stepped out to face "Him". He was taller, by atleast one foot. I found myself looking deep into the eyes of the stranger atlast. "So finally we meet?" I said. I tried to hold back my newly erupted fears. I was not sure about this situation anymore. Things seemed so odd now. I kept hold of myself deep inside, pushing away thoughts of what could happen to me. Thoughts that I had had on numerous occasions, yet ignored. "Yes, welcome to my domain. How are you?" he replied with a welcoming smile. I was shocked to say the least by "His" handsome appearance. So this was my mysterious Master I thought. Suddenly I did not want to go along with the game as it was intended. Somehow I felt strangely different about it. I was so glad to be there with him. I began to realise that the game had to end as soon as we set eyes upon each other and in my mind it had now become something else. "Do I have to call you Master? Or even Mister?" "Not if you don't want to. The fantasy ends here. Like I promised, this is all real now." I nodded, understanding him perfectly. I could see he was gentle and he too felt exactly the same as I did. "I'm just pleased you came. There was a point that I didn't think you would come. Lets face it, not many women would. But you played the game, or atleast I hope you will continue to do so as an acquaintance?" I replied by smiling back at him. Somehow we were now equals and the whole scenario had changed. He held out his hand and I took it. The first physical contact. That was it, do or die. If he wanted to lure me, capture me and hurt me, then I had no easy escape. I was totally alone with him. But I knew it was not like that. He promised and I believed him as I squeezed his fingers with mine. "What would you like us to do now?" he asked. I looked at him. I was his guest, surely it was up to him and personally I would have liked this moment to have been in some restaurant or bar rather than a cold empty warehouse. "Its very cold. Is there somewhere warmer?" I asked. I could feel his eyes scanning every part of me. He turned and I followed him towards the corner of the vast building. I followed him to a spiral staircase that led upwards to an office. He allowed me to go first as he followed closely behind. I knew he was looking at my legs and my thighs, checking them out. Once I reached the office door I felt the warmth of the place inside. I turned to him before entering to make our second contact. I put my arms around him and snuggled into his chest. It was my way of telling him that I trusted him, hoping that he would keep me safe while still in his total charge, even though the domination game had appeared to have ended. "Do you think I'm brave being here?" I asked. "Yes I do." He replied, holding me gently. "This will be our final encounter." I listened to his heart beating just as fast as mine. "After this we must never meet again. We have to go our separate ways just like we agreed. I know you understand that." I nodded my reply. I understood everything perfectly. I felt more at ease as we entered the small office. I noticed that it was being used for some business purpose at one time or other. There were two desks, one with a computer, and the other much more executive with a very posh leather chair. "Can I offer you a drink?" he asked. He opened up a drinks cabinet and produced two glasses and a bottle of expensive brandy. I accepted and he helped me remove my coat. "So is this your usual office? Where you normally work? I asked. I watched him pour the brandy into the glasses very slowly, noticing even more, now that I was warming up, how sexy this man, this stranger really was. "Yes, I own the whole complex." He handed me my brandy. We clinked our glasses, "Cheers." "It seems empty. What exactly do you do?" "I buy and sell goods from abroad, every corner of the world and universe if it was possible. Almost anything you can think of. Sometimes fashion goods for the big fashion houses. You'd be surprised what comes through here." I watched and listened as he explained, impressed by his business acumen and more importantly his personality and physique. I realised that this encounter was just for that moment and to get to know more about him and his business would not exactly be in my favour. There was to be no future between us. As he spoke he came closer as I sat on one of the desks. His fingers touched my thigh gently, sending tingling sensations through me. "Now we are here what exactly do you have planned?" I asked. We looked at each other, eye to eye. He smiled; it was more of a mischievous grin than a smile. I could sense what was on his mind and it must have equalled my own thoughts exactly. "Shall we get down to business?" he asked. I was quickly attracted to his lips as they slowly came closer to mine. The kiss was just as I had always imagined and exactly as he had described it. Now the passion and contact was for real as we kissed long and hard. He stopped, pulling away from me slightly. "Wait." I looked at him, wondering what was wrong. "Now that we are equal, no masters and no sex slave kitten as I once regarded you, I think you should atleast return the compliment somehow." I pushed him away gently, letting him fall into the posh executive chair behind him. "Don't even move or say anything." I told him. I pointed my finger at him, giving him my gentle yet demanding hint. He accepted it, sitting quietly watching me as I stepped back. This was my opportunity to reverse roles as I had planned. Now it was my turn to be in control. Slowly I began to unbutton my white silk blouse, teasing him as I stared back at him into his gorgeous eyes. I knew I was making him aroused. It could never fail as my strip routine progressed, pulling free my blouse from my skirt. "I like it so far." He said and I quickly put my finger to my lips to remind him to be silent. Opening my blouse he could see my half-cup bra, not too revealing yet enough to tease his imagination. My breasts were not large and definitely smaller than average and like most women in my situation; I depended on affordable fashion design to enhance that certain look that men seemed to crave so much. I slowly slid my skirt from my hips as I leaned a little closer to him, allowing him the full glory of my carefully snuggled breasts. I could see he wanted to say something, but my instructions were clear. I had him exactly where I wanted. Under my spell and totally aroused as I noticed the growing bulge in his pants. I cleared the desk, removing the few items by sweeping them onto the floor, whilst keeping my stare firmly fixed upon his eyes. Then I sat on the edge of the desk with my thighs apart and leaned back, spreading my arms out. "You can move now." I told him. "I'm all yours, your sex slave kitten." Without hesitation he stood up and looked down at me with his gorgeous wanting blue eyes. My short teasing game had ended. I was now handing myself over to him. The teasing was now firmly in his court as I waited to see what he would do to me. "You certainly have put a twist to this whole meeting. Dare I say that you have pleasantly surprised me?" he asked. I nodded my reply to him and smiled. His hand touched my navel softly, sweeping upwards between my covered breasts. "You are gorgeous and so irresistible." His words and touching made me even more aroused. Then as I closed my eyes I could feel him leaning over me, to kiss me, to continue that passionate moment broken earlier, as our lips fused and our tongues entwined. As we kissed, his hands swept over my body slowly, settling on my shoulders. I felt him tugging at my bra straps. He pulled them down over my arms as I ran my hands over his hips and eventually finding his firm buttocks. I gripped and tried to imagine the feel of his firm warm and naked flesh beneath those pants. His lips left mine to give their complete attention to my taught and aching nipples. I could only imagine what his lips would feel like during those phone calls. Now, It was for real as he kissed and suckled each one in turn, pulling them even tighter between his lips and licking them to their full attention with his soft sweet tongue. My fingers found his belt and zipper. I could feel him hard and so big within his pants. I recalled those pictures he had sent me on the phone, which only made me desire him even more. "Take off those pants..." I whispered. He raised his head to look at me and I smiled back at him as he stood between my open legs. "I don't always do this with every woman I meet." He said with a warm mischievous grin. I lay back on the desk and watched him remove his shirt slowly, revealing his firm muscular fine toned body. His chest was covered with scanty dark hairs, and then I watched further as he removed his pants and boxer shorts. My gaze caught the sight that I had always wanted. His cock was just as those pictures had revealed and it looked so good with its defined mushroom head atop a beautiful hard and veiny shaft. My stranger was well endowed in length and so thick in girth. I could only imagine what it would feel like to be inside of me and there it was, ready, standing to its full attention just for me. "Do you like it?" he asked. Again, I could only nod my reply as his hand touched my panties, pressing against my yearning sex. "I don't want you to have it right now. There is something I need first." I listened to him, leaning on my elbows to watch and feel as his fingertips sought out my dampness seeping through the material. "Did you do as I requested?" Again, I could only nod my reply. Without hesitation he tugged at my panties revealing exactly what he wanted. My yoni was waxed free of hair, something he told me to do and he made it very clear that he disliked hairy women in that department. As he slid my panties free, I removed my bra completely. I leaned back on the table as he looked at me. His eyes inspected every part of my naked body. He asked me to raise my legs, thighs apart so that he could see my buttocks more clearly. "If only I had camera right now." He said, admiring my total exposure. "But that would defeat everything." "Why?" "This is for now. After tonight it's all over." I noticed a certain sadness in his expression. They were his rules and I only obeyed them. To certain respect I could only agree with him, but I already had someone I loved so much. That thought made all this so easy for me. I lay back and felt him come closer again. He spread my legs wider still and I could feel his fingertips entering me, touching my aroused clitoris and teasing it gently from its hood. Once again I became excited by his presence as his fingers began to play so gently. I closed my eyes tightly. Suddenly, I could feel his tongue lapping between my open lips and his fingers still stroking my sensitive bud. He was taking me back to that world of ecstasy and I let him. Within minutes I was beginning to ride that orgasmic path towards my climax. There was no way I was going to stop or hold fire as those tingles surged through me. "I'm cumming" I whispered, doubting if he ever heard me as I moaned and gasped out my pleasure. My stranger had made me cum and kept me cumming as I released my liquid love into his hungry mouth. And to be honest, no man had ever done it to me so gently as he did, until then. His fingertips continued to work on me as I grasped my breasts, feeling my nipples hardening against my palms. It was the longest multiple climax I had ever experienced. Once again I leaned and looked down as he raised his head between my legs. This gorgeous stranger had shown me what was possible regarding oral sex. "I know that you want to suck on my cock so badly." He was right, I did. Surely it was my turn to return the favour, but I was wrong. "Forgive me Karen." I waited to hear what he needed to say knowing there was some disappointment attached. "I can't let a woman suck me. For some stupid reason I..." "It's fine, don't worry." I replied. Although I was not entirely happy with what he wanted me to know. I was atleast sympathetic. I yearned so much to suck his gorgeous cock, but it was not to be. He, my mysterious stranger had revealed a weakness that I kind of suspected. His erotic phone calls had seemed completely absent of the descriptive act of fellatio. Maybe that was his reason for controlling them? We hugged each other close for a while. His manner soon returned to what I perceived to be normal. "I'm going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before." He whispered. His hand cupped my breast gently thumbing my nipple. He knew what I liked and he was making up for one of the many things I wanted to indulge in. "I promise I won't let you down." Slowly, he eased me back lying me gently down again with my hair cascading. He took my legs and rested them over each of his shoulders and then I could feel his hardness against my inner thigh, sliding along my smooth sensitive skin towards my sex. His mushroom head then began to push between my lips, opening up my delicate petals and finding its way into my holiest of holies. I could instantly feel his thickness as he slid himself slow and gently inwards, allowing his length to go as far as I could take it. He held himself in position for a while as my vaginal walls gripped. "You are about to experience something rare. Enjoy it while you can." I looked up at him, knowing that he was bigger than the average man when it came to cocks. Then he began to withdraw slowly and his mushroom head trawled my g-spot. Slowly, he began to thrust, easing back slowly each time. There were no doubts, he knew how to use it and it began to feel so good. Soon I was riding his super-cock as he began to speed up. I kept my gaze firmly fixed onto his, moving to the smooth rhythm we had set in motion. I could feel myself reaching a climax and his heavy breathing told me he was reaching his peak too. If only he had let me suck him, I so wanted this moment to last as long as possible, and it would have done if only I could have milked his balls of their load first. "Do you want me to cum inside or out?" he gasped. I reasoned that if he continued pumping me inside, it would take me closer to my climax and every second counted. Suddenly it did not matter, I was cumming with him and exactly at the same time. Our moans and screams began to fill the tiny office as I felt his warm loads of man cum shooting deep into me. My fingers gripped his arms tightly as my nails scraped his skin. I gasped as his pounding continued endlessly. My mysterious stranger had staying power and he was keeping me riding high for as long as I could take it. He looked down at me, pulling my hair from my face as I started to relax. His cock was still hard inside of me. "Do you want more Karen?" His question was unbelievable. Of course I wanted more. I nodded my reply. I could take as much as he could give and once again he began to thrust into me, sending me to another amazing orgasmic peak. It did not end there. I bent over the table and he began to fuck me deeper and harder still from behind. "Do you want anal Karen?" I was struck by his question. My own sexual weakness had now been exposed too. I could not take anal sex with any man or toy. And he was so huge compared to what I had experienced until then. There was no way I could take him. A simple "no" in reply was all he needed as he gripped my buttocks making me have his cock desperately where I need it the most. I began to scream with total pleasure as once again he brought me to yet another amazing climax. Not only that, he too came as I felt more of his hot loads of cum spurt into me. He promised me the best fuck I had ever had, and that was exactly what he gave me. Encounters With A Stranger After a short while I felt him slide out of me as I regained my senses. I looked back and saw his tool in all its flaccid glory as he stepped back. He looked at me once again with that mischievous grin across his gorgeous face. "You were totally amazing." He said, holding out his hand for me to take. I turned and reached for it, wrapping my fingers tightly with his. Here I was, in a strange place with my mysterious stranger, both of us naked. We stood holding each other tightly, sharing our post-coital karma. He felt so good, and I suddenly remembered what this meeting was all about. "Can I ask you something?" I asked. He gently pushed me away to face me. "This is the moment where your questions become complicated. I suggest you don't ask." "No wait. Have you done this before with others?" I had to ask. I would regret not knowing the answer. To me it was so important. "You want the truth Karen?" "Yes, tell me..." I knew right away as soon as he lowered his head what his answer was. He did not have to utter a single word. I was not the only one. I could not have expected to be the only one. That would be so crazy. This was how he got his kicks, his sexual perversion. "I am very selective. I choose my..." he stopped to think. "Your what? What am I?" "Don't take this the wrong way, please. I knew these questions would upset the whole thing." "Tell me what I am?" I demanded to know. I wanted him to say it, although I already knew what he was thinking. "Go on, tell me?" He looked at me with sad appealing eyes that begged me to stop. But I needed to hear him tell me what I was. What else could I be? What woman in my status would go with a total stranger behind her husbands' back? It was all too obvious. He refused and made it clear to me that I had spoilt the ending to a perfect night by picking up my clothes and handing them one by one to me. "I think its time you left." He said. I began to regret my questioning. Maybe I did not need to know afterall. He was right, it added complication to the whole sordid event. It opened up guilty feelings in both of us, which were best left in abeyance. He shown me to the warehouse washroom and after tidying up I found him in the office. He had made coffee and offered me a cup and I accepted, and then we sat in almost total silence. There was nothing to say apart from expressing both our appreciations on the events of the night. That was all there was to it. The game had totally ended... or so it seemed. I left the office and made my way to my car. The mysterious stranger followed me and like the perfect gentleman he was, he opened the door for me to get in. I took one final look at him and I found it so hard just to leave it at that. I pulled on his jacket, forcing him to wrap those arms of his around me. I found a need to be close to him for just one final moment. Our final kiss was inevitable although not as passionate as the others. It was goodbye and it was so strange. "Thank you for your company. I had a wonderful evening." He said. I was lost for words and took one final look at him as I got into my car. He closed the door and slowly disappeared from view as I started the engine. The long slow drive across the city left me thinking about my encounters with my mysterious stranger. As the snow fell heavy in those early hours of the dark winter morning, the memories of the past months events flashed through my mind and then the past hours we had spent together in contact. There was no doubt about it. I was a total slut. But then, how many others had he seduced in the same way? I had many unanswered questions that were best not answered at all. It was over and yes, there were no doubts that I enjoyed every moment. Eddy knew nothing revealing, and Robert knew nothing at all. My secret was safe and secure. As long as it remained that way then life would continue as normal as if nothing had ever happened. But, I will always remember my unforgettable encounters with a certain stranger. THE END... Sienna.