The First Time
Recognizing the number on the caller id screen of the cell phone her heart immediately began beating faster. Though it was expected, she had to will her hand not to tremble while pushing the receive button. ?Hello.? The single word response being simply provided as a greeting for she already knew who it was for it had been less than 24 hours earlier she had dialed the number.
For the past two days the dark desire had not relinquishing its hold upon her. Yesterday while threading her Mercedes through the city traffic, its presence could no longer be denied. All day she had been trying to suppress the feeling even while knowing it was impossible. She had tried in the past and each attempt had met with the same result, failure. It was then that she had dialed the number that was now displayed on the cell.
?It has been arranged. Tomorrow evening, 8 p.m... The usual place, you know where.?
Hearing a click she knew the connection had been severed. As anticipated his instructions had been terse and pointed. No opportunity for any conversation, only a set of instructions, nothing more. It is what had been expected though. It was what she needed, not being shown the slightest courtesy. It was what had led her to him ten months ago. He was not like the others always trying to cater to all her whims
She had long given up trying to understand the need. That it existed was enough. Fortunate to have been born to wealthy parents, her privileged upbringing ensured she had lacked for nothing. Considered very attractive, being five foot eight inches tall, her slender body and long legs never failed to draw appreciative looks from men. Her flawless white skin, long blonde hair that flowed down over her shoulders and firm breasts completed the package. The expensive designer clothes that she wore accentuate her willowy form.
To a casual observer she had every benefit life could provide. In possessing both wealth and beauty, her outward veneer was that of a perfect existence. To harbour the secret seem uncharacteristic, the dark desire that was always kept hidden so contrasting to the image of the properly raised young lady that everyone thought her to be.
What had spawned its existence she had no idea. It was during her seventeenth year that she had become aware of it. It had been a warm summer evening when she and her boyfriend had sought privacy among the carefully tended gardens behind her parent?s mansion. Having finished a game of tennis they had strolled to a secluded little clearing away from easy view of the house. Beginning with passionate kisses, their tongues entwining as her boyfriend?s hands caressed her with increasing intimacy she soon found herself on her knees, her mouth filled with his hardening flesh. Not wanting to be discovered by her parents she had remained alert to any sign of someone?s approach.
What a sight they would have presented if caught. Her virtuous and untarnished reputation would have quickly evaporate being seen with the top of her tennis dress pulled down exposing her breasts as she slowly sucked the rigid shaft that was sliding in and out of her mouth. Hearing a low moan and feeling the cock throb against her tongue she forgot about her surroundings. Not wishing to lose any of his essence she had taken him as deeply as her greedy mouth would allow in anticipation of his release.
It was then something had disturbed the serenity of the evening causing some birds in a nearby hedgerow to suddenly take flight. The sound surprising them both and fearing discovery her boyfriend had quickly turned in reaction to the noise. And she saw him with a smirk on his face, watching them less than six feet away. There was a tightness in his pants she could not even imagine. He appeared to drop something as he turned and walked away.
For days afterwards she could not stop thinking about what had happened and the effect it had. For a long time she tried to discount it chalking it up to perhaps having some exhibitionist tendencies. She knew this was only a pretext. After all, this was a man she would never see again. He was also a man totally opposite of her. She had picked up the card she saw the man drop while her boyfriend was pulling up his pants.
Going to bed that night she had found it impossible to get the imagery out of her mind. Parting her legs she had begun running her fingers over her intimate slit as she imagined it had been her in the movie. Feeling her wetness grow her finger sought out her clit as her arousal increased as she writhed against the bed sheets.
What would he would be like? Would he use her in the way she had longed for? How would it seem to have no control, to be totally in the hands of another? Never had she thought of such things before. Three times she had climaxed that night, each one stronger than the previous before drifting off to sleep, the movie still replaying itself in her mind.
Night after night as was now the case, emerging from a dream filled sleep and the darkness of those nocturnal yearnings would make her immediately aware of the wetness between her legs. Stirring at the memory of the previous evening she had imagined she slid down beneath the covers, her mouth seeking out his dark manhood lying slack against his bare leg. Awakening his flesh with her tongue, his black foreboding cock had immediately begun to stir in reaction to her slow sucking. His thick hardness had caused her mind to relive the previous evening.
Answering the door in response to his arrival, the intensity of his desire had been almost immediately noticeable. The passion behind his kisses betraying his arousal as he began stripping her clothes off before the apartment door was even closed. Unbuttoning her blouse, the delicate silk barely avoiding damage as his strong hands pulled it off. Her skirt had not been so lucky as its waistband was yanked loose causing a tearing sound to be heard before the fabric fell to the floor to gather around her ankles.
Her heartbeat having quickened with his arrival, feeling nothing in the way of tenderness from his hands her heart had begun beating faster, the images from the movie the other night still a fresh memory. Never had she been treated her in such a way. Repeatedly having wished it, to have no kindness or consideration shown, that it had now happened, to have been used as nothing but an object of pleasure, it had stirred her desire at a greater depth than she had imagined possible.
Her lingerie fared less well than the rest of her clothing. The delicate lacy material had quickly disintegrated in his hands. A tremor of excitement had coursed through her hearing the ripping sound as the bra and panties were roughly stripped away and joined the other clothes on the floor. Freed from the restraint of any clothing her hands had begun undressing him.
?The little bitch wants it doesn?t she??
They were the first words he?d spoken since arriving. There had been no romantic tenderness in his tone, only a hard edge and directness that caused her arousal to grow.
?Oh yes. Please? Yes I want it.? She had been barely able to reply. His domination of her and the excitement taking her breath away.
?Yes my little pet is a slut at heart.?
Again the sternness of his voice had stirred her desire at the deepest level.
?Get on your knees whore.?
?Y, y,yes Sir.? She could not obey fast enough. While moving to the floor he had quickly removed his clothes. Standing over her while slowly stroking his fully erect dark cock the smile on his face had almost a menacing quality to it. Again, rather than feeling any fear or apprehension, his harshness had only excited her further.
Not saying anything further, taking a half step forward and grasping a handful of her hair to guide her head, he thrust his hard shaft between her lips. Moving his hips in a slow rhythmic manner, his hands not allowing any movement of her head, he had treated her mouth as if it had been her most intimate passage. His cock already fully engorged, his use of her mouth had been brief, his intent only to have his hardness made wet with her saliva before he had pushed her back on to the floor and entered her pussy with a single deliberate thrust.
His possession of her had continued to show nothing in the way of tenderness as his cock was repeated thrust into her. So many times she had tried to imagine what it would be like to be treated in such a way. To be used by another, no thought or consideration being given, to be nothing more than an object of carnal desire. Her own pleasure, should she experience it being of no consequence, that of her possessor being all that mattered.
Feeling his hardness beginning to throb, he had thrust deep into her, this time not withdrawing but rather remaining deeply buried as his passion had flooded her intimate passage as she felt him expand inside her. His arousal having not lessened as his seed had spurted inside of her, his hardness had remained undiminished.
?Get on your knees you little whore and get that nice tight ass in the air.?
The hardness in his voice continuing to excite her, she could not move quickly enough to obey, to not do as ordered hadn?t even entered her mind. His intent being obvious, to deny him was impossible for this is what she?d craved for so long. Moving obediently to her knees feeling his cock slip from her pussy she knew its loss would be brief, its intrusion to be felt in another way. Kneeling behind her, feeling his hands press against her upper back she had lowered her shoulders to the floor, her arms extended forward, the position ensuring his complete access to her bottom.
Positioned in such a way with her hips being held tightly in his grasp, she had been totally vulnerable. To escape the defilement had she wished it would have been impossible. To plead to have her ass spared the violation had not even been contemplated. To deny him was not what she?d wanted. To be used, his pleasure being the only consideration, that was what had mattered. To be shown any kindness or consideration by him was unimportant.
Locked in the grasp of his hands, feeling the hard blunt head of his cock press against the tight entrance, a small cry had escaped from her lips. With him maintaining a steady pressure, her ass had slowly yielded to his entry, each movement of his hips causing his cock to bury itself deeper. Each thrust purposeful and deliberate without any gentleness, each thrust causing his thick shaft to fill her ass more completely. As much as she tried not to, with each deeper penetration a mewling cry had escaped her lips.
Arching her back inwards and pressing her shoulders against the cool tiled floor she had positioned herself to allow the complete penetration of her ass. Her moaning cries not lessening the strength of his thrusts, he had continued until hearing his own primal and feeling the tightening of his grip on her hips he had flooded her bowels with his milky essence. Feeling each pulsing throb of his cock delivering another jet of his seed, he had collapsed against her back, his passion once more having been spilled.
With his cock still deep in her ass, they had lay spooned together allowing their racing hearts to slow. Only after that had she been allowed up off the floor for the first time all evening. His carnal need having only been partially sated, being guided to the bedroom, he had rested only briefly before she?d been made to open her legs again and felt his restored hardness fill her once more. With his ardor spilled for the third time, only then had she been allowed sleep having drifted off while feeling traces of his essence slowly seeping from her body.
With the arrival of morning he had slipped away. On her knees in the shower thoughts of the previous evening had returned. She could still remember how it had felt.
To have no part in guiding the events, to only be a passive participant, an object from which another derived pleasure had stirred her arousal at a far deeper level than expected. Would she experience this again? She called the cell number to say hello and thank you but he was gone. He would perhaps call one day she thought.
