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It all started out innocent enough that day  
we met over the internet as we did. 
Oddly enough right here on Sex Stories Post 
teasing with one another around the forum 
and posting across the boards.

Who could have imagined things could end up 
like this, not I, that's for damn sure.   
Things just seemed to flow naturally as if  
we'd known each other for the longest of times.

Having decided to meet at some halfway point 
between us, she'd found an old boarding house 
along the side of a now less traveled highway  
and contacted me on my cell phone to give 
me directions.

I was already on the road heading to the 
little hamlet we'd decided in advance that 
would best suit us both for our clandestine 
encounter.

In all honesty the place was pretty much a shithole 
and apparently the owner had lost not 
only his ass when the interstate passed 
him by but his desire to keep the place up 
as well.

For me it was perfect, it only added to 
the feel of the mood I was in, that hunger 
to dominate her that we both craved.  I wanted 
this meeting to be raw, unrehearsed and 
bring out the most primal urges within us  
both. 

Those deep dark places that so many 
try desperately to conceal inside themselves. 
That are only waiting for someone to tear 
them apart at their emotional and physical 
seams. To make it all come spilling out to be  
greedily devoured by someone who may understand  
them better than they understand themselves.

I'd even brought along a cd that 
I'd looped with the songs I use for scening. 
Nine Inch Nails, "I Want To Fuck You Like An 
Animal", Nirvana's "Heart Shaped Box" and 
Puddle of Mudd's "Control" that played 
one after the other only to repeat time 
and again. 

There were no awkward moments of silence  
between us, no fear of speaking what was on  
our minds.   
Somehow we both just knew that this was the  
place we should be and what we shared was for 
us alone.

"Do you trust me?" I asked firmly.

"Yes, something about you tells me that it's  
OK to do that," she whispered.

"It is OK, there's nothing for you to fear  
with me, no reason to run nor hide from your  
desires," I assured her.

"Never be ashamed of who you are, of what  
you feel inside,"I told her with a voice of  
experience gathered over time and learning my  
own inner secrets all too well.

I secured her with strands of slender white  
cord to the chair, her supple breasts garnering  
the most attention as I worked magic with the  
knots that bound her, bound us to each other. 

I loved how they lifted upward as the cord ran  
beneath the hollow of her breasts.  The way the  
nipples became so stiff and the aureola 
engorged to a light shade of violet.

With my hands I cupped her upturned breasts, 
squeezing them firmly, fingers probing deeply into 
the tender flesh.

Her breath caught and I looked down to see  
the first damp traces of wetness showing through 
the crotch of her red lace panties.

The way her vulva pressed itself against the 
 smooth material as it began to gather  
between them.

"I' think I'm gonna cum, my pussy feels like it's  
on fire," she moaned as she bit down hard on  
her own lip.

A single drop of blood trickled down over her  
chin where her teeth raked the almost transparent  
sheeth of her lips. 
"NO, not yet Angel, you can't cum until I tell  
you, only when I tell you you can," I scolded her.

I licked the faint trace of blood from her lips  
and chin, my mouth moving slowly down the  
curve of her neck. 

Nipping gently along the smooth milky skin  
as I licked her earlobe and and tugged on it with  
the edges of my teeth.

"I want you to taste me, make me cum so  
you can cum," I urged her.

"The warmth and wetness of my seed filling  
your mouth and then your tummy, all of it yours  
to devour as you cum with me."

As much as I wanted to feel the glorious pull  
of her lips sliding up and down the swollen husk  
of  my manhood I wanted to kiss her to taste her  
tongue in my mouth.

I'd used a pair of her panties I'd gotten from  
her overnight bag and tore them into thin strips to gag  
her, only to quiet her when I knew she would want to  
scream when things became so intense. 
Screams not born of fear but rather of  
desire, of release, of acknowledgement that we  
were as one and shame played no part in what  
we shared with each other.

I used my foot to slide a small wooden stool  
beside her chair to stand on. 
My free hand opening the button at the waist  
of my jeans, unzipping myself so I could free my  
cock for my captive angel.

Looking up at me her eyes gleamed like  
firey gems, her tongue now licking the swollen  
edge of her lip where she'd nicked it.

I gathered a fistful of her cherry hued mane  
and twisted it into a small ponytail behind her,  
knotting the hair tighter as I drew her 
to my erection.

Fuck it I thought, I needed those sweet 
succulent lips taking me to the base of  
my prick so I removed the gag for the moment 
and tossed it beside the chair.

"I can see it in your eyes, you're a cock sucker 
if ever I saw one," I told her as I stared eye 
to eye with her.

"I want your cum in my mouth so fucking bad,  
I want to taste it on my tongue and swirl the  
thickness of it around inside my mouth before 
I swallow," she pleaded.

Before penetrating the warmth of her mouth I  
took the hand holding my penis and reached  
downward to the waistband of her panties.

The thin edge tore like tissue but the elastic held 
firm allowing me to grind them between the swollen  
folds of her pussy.

I knew her writhing within the chair, feeling  
that lacey edge of fabric gathering up, rubbing  
between the lips and soaked with her own cunt  
cream would make her cum and cum hard. 
She groaned from the sensation as the material  
rubbed briskly against her clit, a petal pink hue,  
the tip almost crimson as it became enraged with 
blood.

Now I could enjoy the warm pull of her mouth,  
those succulent lips gliding up and down the stalk  
as her tongue bathed every ripple and crease along 
my meaty tube.

"Yes, fuck yesssssssssss, use that tongue to  
really lick deep into my piss hole," I gasped.

I punched the head of my prick into the hollow  
of her cheeks,  her teeth skimming the length of  
me as I pulled back and let her tongue part the  
widening slit.

My balls began to draw tight, to nestle themselves  
within the spongy covering of my shaven flesh and  
I could feel that tickle, that delicious ache that I 
knew would begin its slow crawl up my cock shaft.

An ache that would climb all the way to the very  
bell shaped tip and then burst forth, rupture and  
release the pure creamy white essence of male lust.

Taking her hair back within my fist I began using  
it to control her head, shoving myself deeper into  
her sucking orifice that had become my nirvana. 

Screwing the ponytail of hair between my fingers  
I thrust my hips to meet each downward stroke her  
lips made over my cock.

Looking at her I could see the faint lines of tears 
misting from the corners of her eyes as she sought 
to take my every thrust.  Bubbles of her clear saliva  
foaming around the base of my erection and 
dripping down the length of my penis like melting wax.

Suddenly her legs tensed and she arched her back 
against the chair.  Straining against the cords bindng  
her ankles her toes curled into the carpet.   
The tips glowing pink through the toes of her jet black 
stockings as they fought for purchase against the rug.

I knew she was starting to cum, I looked into her  
eyes as they told the true story.  That beseeching  
gaze when you know your lover is there, 
this moment in time when you both become as one.

"Cum you little slut, let go, don't try to fight it,  
just let it go," I demanded. 
 
I could do no more than utter it breathlessly as I  
too began to erupt.  The hot wet coils of seed twisting  
out only to be captured within my lover's mouth.

Pooling the milky juices atop her tongue as it  
curled about my saturated cock dome and lashed  
frantically to tease and tickle every drop to its release.

Her cheeks caved and released with each seperate  
expulsion, her mouth floded with her own saliva and  
mingling with the honeyed sap of my climax.

I could feel the vibraions of her moans, her whimpers 
against the veins crisscrossing my stalk as she peaked 
her own cum and her spine went stiff.

Her heels drumming against the chair legs as she  
lost all control, relinquished it to me through her  
trust and the knowledge that we were equals in all  
things now and always.

I couldn't help but withdraw myself.  To kneel beside 
her and kiss her lips.  My tongue probing within the  
sticky recess of her mouth to taste myself and share 
this as well.

Our eyes closing with each other, the  
softness and warmth of her lips against mine  
as I breathed her inside me, she breathing me 
within her.  Our tongues darting against each  
others as I embraced her. 

Placing her head upon my shoulder I  
unfastened the cords that had bound her.   
I held her, snuggled her within  
my arms, within my heart my mind, my very soul. 

This was not and end, far from it, it 
was simply the dawn of an awakening 
within herself and I only the instrument that 
set it her free.

Both of us now bound to each other by  
something far greater.  
Something invisible that only we could see and touch!!!

*****Images used are for illustration purposes only, 
they do NOT reflect the indentity of the submissive portrayed 
within the context of this story.***** 
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