****** Sexy Samantha - Part 1 by Evelyn Midnight ******
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Sexy Samantha - Part 1


I had just graduated from high school. I was slated to start my first year at
the University of Michigan and had gotten myself a small flat in Ann Arbor. To
pay for this lavish living, and to get some practical work experience, I took a
part-time job at a small local advertising agency. My life goal was to work in
the advertising industry and I figured even a small, secretarial position would
expose me to the industry and get me some valuable contacts. Part-time didn't
quite pay all the bills, though. So, I had to find other work. I wanted
something where I could work just a couple of nights a week and make some big
money. This pretty much left me one option - stripping. While I had been raised
in a strict, Catholic home, I did not have strict, Catholic morals. In fact,
playing the role of the catholic schoolgirl being fucked by the older man was
something I had relished in my high school years. Still, since it would kill my
parents if they ever found out I was stripping, I decided to go for a look that
left me incognito. Some trips to the local S&M shops provided me the perfect
costume.

I'd always been a fan of the gothic, bondage, S & M look - without any actual
pain (I just liked the fantasy of it). So, I purchased a black leather corset
and g-string, some high-heeled black leather boots, a black leather mask, a
black cape, and a cat-of-nine-tails. I put in my application at several local
strip clubs and got auditions at three. I put my long blond hair up in a high,
tight pony tail, painted my eyes dark and my lips blood-red, shook my thing and
got offers from two of the clubs. I picked the more "reputable" of the two,
hoping to land clientele with bigger bank roles. But that's just the beginning
of this story.

Things were going along just fine for me. I was loving the freedom of having my
own apartment. I loved my job at the ad agency and was making some great cash
at the Gentlemen's Club. No one at the ad agency suspected my seedier side. By
day I still played the Catholic schoolgirl and everyone thought I was sweet as
sugar and nice as spice. About a month after I started at the ad agency, the
firm hired a semi-famous graphic artist - Chase Summerfield. It was well-known
in the industry that he had left his job at the biggest ad agency in the U.S.
after the pressure and schedule had ruined his young marriage. He came to our
little firm to try to put his life back together. Chase was only 29, having
achieved success very quickly. He was extraordinarily talented. Much to my
delight, I was assigned to be his personal assistant. That sounds more
impressive than what I actually did, which was get him coffee and run things
all over town for him. But I didn't mind. He would show me his work, ask my
opinion, and he treated me like a valuable member of the team. It didn't hurt,
of course, that he was drop-dead gorgeous. How his wife could have left him is
beyond me. He was six-feet two inches tall and built like an underwear model.
He had jet-black hair and baby blue eyes, a striking combination that was
absolutely breathtaking when combined with his chiseled features. I have to
admit working with him often made me a bit moist. Some of my best performances
at the Club were after having spent the day with Chase.

Chase's personal life was the subject of rumor, conjecture, and gossip not only
in our office by in the industry. So, I knew that his wife, who had been three
years his senior, had left him after only one year of marriage. I knew that he
had sworn off women and had turned down women of all varieties who were hot for
his jock. He being my boss and ten years older than me, I figured that all he'd
ever be for me was fuel for late night self love.

My life went on as normal through the summer and then school began. I was
officially a college girl. I kept my job at the ad agency, though Chase let me
cut the hours down a bit. I also kept my job at the Club - who can turn down
money like that? Chase and I were fast becoming friends. He took me to lunch on
a regular basis and often asked my opinion of a new idea or a piece of art. My
fantasies continued, but I never thought anything would come of them.

About a month into my first semester, on a Saturday night, I was working at the
Club. I remember that I was particularly hot that night, having spent the
morning with a collection of my favorite porn and a vibrator. I hadn't been
decently fucked in months and was hoping to find someone to bring home with me
that night. I was on stage just starting my final number when I saw a familiar
face walk through the door. It was Chase! I couldn't believe it. I hoped that
he wouldn't recognize me. I had my severe hair-do and makeup, as well as my
mask. He took a seat along the stage as I continued my routine. I walked up and
down the stage slapping my whip against my hand. Several men were shouting at
me about how bad they had been and what sorts of punishment they deserved. I
walked over to where Chase was sitting and bent over so that my face was close
to his. At the same time I straddled my whip and ground it back and forth
between my legs. I looked right into Chase's eyes and saw no spark of
recognition. I was relieved, but also intrigued. Could I make him want me?
Obviously he was still interested in women since he was at the club. Maybe we
could both get what we needed that night.

I continued my routine on stage. First I unzipped and removed my corset,
exposing my all-natural D-cup breasts. I fondled them until my nipples were
hard as rocks. I could see the lust beginning to build in Chase's eyes. I
reached my hand into my g-string and started to massage my own pussy. The men
in the Club were going wild. Usually at this point I would mock an orgasm, but
I was so hot that I actually came. Gushes of juice ran down my leg. I started
to remove my g-string to the hoots and hollers of the men in the crowd. I
noticed that Chase wasn't cheering. He was simply staring. He baby blue eyes
looked so captivated as he watched the scene unfolding before him. Now wearing
only my boots, I traversed the stage again, pausing here and there for men to
tuck bills in the tops of my boots. I again walked over to Chase. This time I
bent over away from him, giving him a good, long look at my dripping wet pussy
and tight behind. I felt his hand trembling as he shoved a bill in the top of
my boot. His hand stayed a moment longer, though, and it felt as though he had
wiped up a bit of juice. As I stood up and looked over my shoulder at him, I
saw his finger leaving his mouth. I ended my number quickly and went back into
the dressing room. I put my corset and g-string back on and added the cape. The
DJ was announcing my availability for lap dances just as I walked out on the
main floor. As I had hoped, Chase was waiting for me.

"How much," he asked, seeming excited and nervous at the same time.

"Twenty," I replied, smiling.

"How's this?" he asked, producing hundred dollar bill. I was a bit taken aback,
but tried to hide my surprise. I asked the bartender for my "things" and he
produced a studded collar and chain. I collared Chase and began to pull him
toward a lap dance booth to the supportive hoots and hollers of the other men
at the club.

When we got to the booth, I explained the rules. Going into my dominatrix
character, I perfunctorily told him, "First, I'm going to tie your hands to
this chair, and you are going to sit there like a good little boy." He nodded
and put his arms on the chair, grasping the edges with his hands. "Not like
that," I scolded, "your hand must be facing up."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he turned his arms over. His breath quickened as I
tied him to the chair.

"Now," I said, "here are the rules. If I want to, I touch you. You do not touch
me. You will sit there, motionless, and watch. Do you understand, pet?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied meekly. "Good. If I touch you in any way that makes you
uncomfortable, you will say, 'no, Mistress," and I will stop. Understood?"
Again, he nodded. "Then we shall begin."

I walked around behind Chase and leaned over so that he could feel my breath on
his neck. "You've been such a bad boy, haven't you. Chase?" I whispered in his
ear.

He stiffened a bit and stuttered, "How'd you know my nam..."

"Silence!" I cut him off. "I will speak. You will not speak unless directed to!
If you understand, nod." He nodded. I went back to work on his neck, running my
tongue lightly along the nape and up to his ear again. "As I was saying, you've
been a naughty boy, Chase. Lusting after your co-worker. She's so young, so
hot, isn't she, Chase? You may answer, pet." "Y-y-yes, Mistress. How could you
know?" he replied, a note of incredulity in his voice.

"I know more than you think. Don't worry, though, pet. Your secrets will always
be safe with me. Now, let's concentrate on us, shall we?" I walked back around
to face him. I slowly unzipped my corset, exposing my milky white tits. "Do you
like these, pet?" I asked him. I rubbed my nipples gently as I watched his eyes
glued to the scene unfolding in front of him. I began to dance for him. My
hands moved like a lover's hands over my body, caressing my breasts, massaging
my pussy. I took off my g-string and ran its wetness across his lips. "Sweet,
isn't it, pet? You like that don't you?" I asked him as I gyrated closer and
closer to him. I was silently praising my own foresight for investing in the
cape as I positioned my pussy on top of his outstretched hand. The cape blocked
the guard's view completely, and allowed me to do whatever I wanted. He gasped
slightly as I began to masturbate with his fingers, forcing them inside me. I
leaned close to him. "Whatever would our co-workers think, pet, if they were to
see us now" I asked coyly. He looked at me, still confused, still not knowing
who I was. I smiled at him as I continued fucking myself with his hand. "Oh,
pet. You do such things for me," I said as I came. My body shuddered as I
erupted in a flow of juices. "Still don't know who I am, pet?" I asked him.

"N-n-no, Mistress" he sputtered. I reached up and undid my mask, letting it
fall to the ground. "How about now?" I asked. He still did not seem to
recognize me.

"You know," I said to him, "You've hurt Mistress's feelings a bit, pet. When
you said you'd been lusting for a younger co-worker, I thought surely it was
me. Was my work on the Miller account not good enough?" That did it. There was
a terrifying silence. For a few moments his beautiful blue eyes looked shocked
and confused. Walking back around him I leaned down and whispered in his hear,
"did you get your hundred dollars worth, pet?" I asked him.

He smiled. "Every cent."

"Well, now what shall we do? I want to fuck you and I think you want to fuck
me, but here you are tied up at a strip club? Any suggestions?" I asked.

"Samantha," he replied, "I didn't know. You are so beautiful. I want you so
much. We can't go back to my place, my ex-wife still shows up from time to
time. Please, tell me where we can go. I need to be in you!"

"My place is just up the block, shall we?" I untied him and we left the Club.
He seemed oblivious to the fact that his cock was forming a tent in his pants.
I couldn't help but smile. We hurried to our cars to head to my flat.

We drove back to my place and I arrived home first. I ran upstairs to my
apartment and took off every stitch of clothing I had on. I met him at the door
completely nude. "Samantha," he began to say, but I cut him off. "Shut up and
fuck me, pet" I said, as I walked toward the bed.

First, he took off his clothes and revealed more than I could possible have
hoped for. A good nine inches of thick, hot cock. My pussy yearned to be
invaded, to be rammed, to be fucked. But Chase had other designs. "Oh, no, Miss
Samantha," he said. "You can tie me up at the Club, but here I will do the
fucking."

Usually I would balk at a man trying to be in charge in my bedroom, but I was
horny out of my mind and couldn't resist as his strong hands held my legs open
as he lowered his face to my dripping cunt. His tongue felt magical as it found
my clitoris. He licked and sucked my pussy until I was almost bursting with
lust, but then would back off, just before I would explode. He knew exactly
what he was doing. I felt his fingers begin to invade my hole. Testing it,
teasing it. I didn't think I could take much longer. I needed to come. I
reached down and pulled his head into my pussy. "Fuck me, Chase! Fuck me with
your face! Make me come!" I screamed. He gave in and plunged two and then three
fingers in my pussy as he licked and sucked my clit. I came hard, letting out a
long moan and oozing and gushing all over his face and hands.

As I recovered I opened my eyes to see his glorious unit inches from my face.
"Turn about is fair play," he said, and I went to work. I sucked the full
length of his cock down my eager throat.

He let out a gasp, "My god, Samantha!" I sucked his cock as he fed it to me,
fucking my face. After a few minutes, he relented. "Samantha, I need to be in
you," he said.

"Invade me, Chase. Fuck my pussy," I moaned.

He turned me over on all fours and grabbed my narrow waist. I felt his hot cock
at the entrance of my hole. As he slowly pushed all nine inches deep inside me
I came immediately. The strength of my orgasm forced him back out and he had to
push into me again.

"Oh, Chase!" I exclaimed, "I love your fucking cock. Ram it in me, baby." And
he did. I felt his grasp on my waist strengthen as he began to ram his hard
unit deep inside my pussy. My orgasms piled one on top of the other until I was
lost in utter ecstasy. "Fuck me harder, harder baby," I cried. With a sudden
burst of energy he redoubled his efforts, fucking my pussy harder than its ever
been fucked. I can't remember ever coming so hard. My orgasm pushed Chase over
the edge and I felt his hot sperm explode deep inside me. He stayed in me for a
few more strokes and then slowly, gently pulled out.

We both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. He put his arm around me and
whispered, "My God, Samantha, it's never been like this for me before."

"Me neither," I replied as a nuzzled in his arms.

"Where do we go from here," I asked.

"To sleep, I suppose," he joked, but added "but we just must continue to see
each other! Samantha, I just must be able to feel me in you again and again."
"Don't worry, pet," I replied coyly, "you haven't seen the last of me."

Chase ended up staying the night, our sweaty bodies plastered against each
other in one of the best nights of sleep either of us had had in a long time.
The next morning I awoke before Chase. I remembered the night before and how
Chase had, to my pleasure and my shame, successfully exerted dominance over me.
I decided I had best nip that in the bud right away. Silently I slipped from
the bed and located my little slips of black silk. Gently I tied Chase's wrists
and ankles to the four posts of my bed. I removed his blankets and began
sucking his cock. Chase awoke a little dazed, and looked down to see me
swallowing his cock. "Good morning," he said sleepily and tried to sit up. Then
he noticed the restraints. "What's all this," he asked, sounding panicked but
excited at the same time.

"Last night you were in charge. This morning I am. We need to get some things
straight if we're going to continue. I like to be in charge sometimes...well,
most times, if the truth be told. But I'm willing to let you man handle me once
in a while. This is how I like sex best. I want you to experience it before you
decide you want to go on."

"O.k.," he replied, his voice quavering a little, and laid back down.

I continued sucking his cock, which was flavored with our sex from the night
before. It didn't take long for his full length to return. "So far so good,
pet?" I asked him. He nodded with a smile. "Now, now, now," I scolded, "This is
no game. I am in charge and you will defer to me. Is that clear."

"Yes, Mistress," he replied in a mock-serious tone.

"I see that you will need a better lesson," I said, trying my best to sound
disappointed. With that I stopped sucking his cock and went over to my dresser
drawer. I returned with a thin dildo and some lubricant.

"What's that for," he asked, now truly sounding alarmed.

"Silence!" I shouted. "You must experience me fully to understand, and then
speak your mind."

"O.k.," he replied, much more meekly than before.

I resumed my fellatio with vigor. His rock solid cock slid easily in and out of
throat. Small sounds of pleasure escaped Chase's lips. Gently I reached down
and began to massage his balls. From his sounds I could tell he was enjoying
it. I let my hand slip further, down between his cheeks. Slowly I began to
massage his anus. I glanced up and saw a contorted look on his face. I had seen
it before, many times. He liked it, a lot, but was afraid that I meant
something bad.

"Don't worry, pet," I told him. "This is perfectly normal. I love to give you
pleasure and this will give you ultimate pleasure." He nodded again and closed
his eyes, resigned to allow me do my worst.

I resumed sucking his cock and began to massage his anus with the lubricant.
Soon my finger was sliding easily in and out of his ass. He was moaning was
growing louder. I knew it was time. I took the dildo and positioned it at his
entrance. Chase was straining at this ties, grinding his hips. Slowly I pushed
the dildo in his ass. Almost instantly his cock erupted with come. I milked his
penis, sucking up every last drop. I pulled the dildo out and looked up at
Chase, licking my lips seductively. "Well, pet?" I asked expectantly. All he
could do is smile and moan.

I let Chase out of his restraints and wiped off the dildo. He looked at me
quizzically as I laid down next to him and handed him the dildo and lubricant.
"Turn about is fair play," I said with a smile. He laughed light-heartedly as
he said, "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship."


If you have enjoyed Sexy Samantha (Part 1), or would like to give me some
constructive criticism, I would appreciate your input. Please e-mail me at
Evelyn_Midnight@yahoo.com.

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