My job keeps me moving. Airplanes, rented cars, hotel rooms, board rooms, and on and on. I rarely go to sleep in the city I woke up in. I get lonely and horny and seek out companionship. This was about two years ago.
There is another site I use often and for years have been posting dirty stories and occasional comments on where my travels are taking me.
That is how she found me. One of my 300 or so regular readers. I posted that I would be in her city for two days and she took a risk.
She was married and unhappy. The normal complaints of anyone seeking an affair for reasons of lust. I won't bore you with them nor will I defend any arguments of morality. If you don't agree with her or my actions, that's fine, but keep your opinion to yourself if you please.
She had never met me, but had been reading me for years and felt she knew me. She had no idea what I looked like but had spent much time aroused by my words.
When she saw that my travel would take me to her city, she decided to be crazy. She sent me photos, very very candid photos, and told me how badly she wanted to feel dominated and used. Something she thought I could do kindly and carefully.
We met at an Applebees. What a place to start our evening. Nervous chatter on both our sides. I don't care who you are, meeting a stranger for sex is nerve wracking at first. We toasted drinks and slowly warmed up to each other. The conversation turned to sex. We had already discussed much of what she wanted. We flirted, we giggled, we verified her safe words.
She was a bit older than me, but not what I would call a cougar. She was dressed professionally. A woman on her way to an important meeting. The most she had done to look sexy was a bit of make up and the top button undone to show a bit of cleavage. Her husband thought it was a dinner function for work.
I offered to go to my hotel room, but she had her own plans. The office she worked in, that she had a key too, that she knew would be empty was only a few minutes away.
The building was dark but empty. A small two story office space. We walked past rows of cubicles to her office. She invited me in and closed the door and then stood facing it.
"I've never done something like this," she said. "I don't know how to start."
"Do you still want to do it," I asked, "its ok if you don't, I won't be mad."
"Oh no," she said, "I really want too, I'm just, nervous, can you . . . " she trailed off.
I understood though. She wanted to be a submissive, she wanted to submit, she needed me to take control. She had something of a fantasy that she had wanted fulfilled.
She wanted to feel used and humiliated. She wanted to feel lesser than me, but did not want me to be cruel or mean. It made sense that we were in her office for that. This was her seat of power, this is where she had control. To be taken here, to be used in this place, would be a strong experience.
"Strip," I said and carefully sat onto her desk. "Take a step back and strip for me. No dancing or carrying on, I just want you naked. Now."
Nothing for a moment but then she followed instructions. Her back to me, the blouse and the skirt. She shuffled to the side to hang them on a chair, keeping her back to me.
Then the bra, tossed onto the chair, then sliding out of her panties, also tossed onto the chair. She stood facing away, her head hanging down looking at her feet and her arms reflexively covering her breasts even though I couldn't see them.
"Have you been naked in your office before," I asked, curious.
"No," she said.
I made a tsk sound.
"No sir," she said.
"Next time I won't be as nice, this was your idea and until you safeword or we are done I am going to play it out."
"Yes sir," she said.
"How does it feel to be nude now, in your office," I continued.
"Strange, sir, exposed in a sort of good and bad way."
"Mostly good though," I asked carefully.
"Oh yes sir," she said, "I am excited."
"Good," I said, "Then I want you to really show me your most secret places. Expose yourself fully to me. On your knees, forehead on the ground, ass in the air, pull yourself open with your hands."
She followed my orders exactly and quickly to her credit. I could tell how nervous she was, but she dove in.
I got up from my seat and took the few steps to her. I dropped to one knee at her side and ran my hand over her back and down her sides and firmly cupped one breast off the floor. Then I moved behind her and made a show of sliding my fingers across her ass and inner thigh and just to the side of her labia. Inspecting her.
She was breathing heavily the entire time, even before my fingers were near her sex. But I said nothing.
I got up and moved around her desk and sat in her chair. "Come to me, on your knees," I said, "you may only speak if I ask you a question or you want to safeword."
I couldn't really see her from the angle, but heard her shuffling on the floor and saw her head appearing around the corner of the desk, still looking down, but I could see her cheeks were flushed.
"Look at you," I said softly, "nude on the floor of your own office. What would your coworkers think if they could see this," I paused, "see what you were about to do to me."
She said nothing but made a soft nervous sound.
"Unzip my pants and take my cock out," I said, "get me hard with your mouth."
She leaned onto her knees and slowly reached up, unzipping and pulling out my cock. She began to stroke and then moved her head closer to lick lick lick at it before finally taking the shaft into her mouth.
She took it all in while I was still only getting hard but eventually needed to use her hand more than her mouth. I just groaned happily and enjoyed myself. Once I was hard, I told her to play with herself with her free hand.
I'm not sure how long we stayed like that. 10 or 15 minutes. Her slowly jerking my cock while licking my head, stopping to lick up and down my shaft, while slowly playing with herself. Finally I stopped it though.
"Up on the desk," I said and as she stood, I helped position her, sitting on the edge of the desk facing me. Her breasts inches from my face. "Hands behind your back," I said.
As she complied I began to lick at her neck and she used her caution safeword. "Please no marks sir."
"Of course," I said and went back to her body. I let my mouth and teeth and tongue wander around her neck and shoulders and to her breasts. My hands slid up her thighs. One hand finding her clit and the other slipping a finger inside her.
After a time, as I felt her body tensing, I focused my mouth on her breast and slid a second finger inside her.
"Sir," she said through a gasp after a few minutes of this, "sir I am going to cum. Please, may I cum."
"Are you going to lick my ass like a good slut," I asked her, grinning seeing her shudder slightly.
"Yes sir," she said in a moan, "yes sir I want to so badly."
"Then cum," I said and soon she did.
I let her regain her self and stood, removing my shoes, my pants and my boxers. I told her to kneel again. I sat in her office chair, slid my ass forward and put my heals up on her desk. She didn't even wait for the order but dove straight into my ass.
Her husband had only let her try once and called it gay. It was one of her secret fetishes, something she often looked for in porn. It was one of the most humiliating things she could imagine doing. She wanted so badly to be made to lick a mans ass.
I jacked myself slowly as she licked and enjoyed the sensation. She tried to take over, with her hand, jacking me off while licking me, but couldn't get the angles right and gave up.
I felt her tongue trying to push up into me and asked, "Do you want to masturbate?"
She slid her tongue from me and with a shuddering gasp for air said, "oh yes please sir, I'm just a fuck toy for your pleasure."
"Go ahead," I said and heard her hand schlicking as her tongue went back onto me.
I started to stroke myself faster and finally stood and shot my load onto her face and into her open mouth. She didn't stop masturbating the entire time.
"Don't move and don't stop," I said as I finished. "I want you to cum again with the the taste of my ass on your tongue and my semen drying on your face, in your office."
I dressed as she continued, moaning harder and harder. I was finished before she came. I sat back in the chair and stared her in the eye and when she asked, pleading, her cheeks flushed. I said yes.
She came, hard and shook on her knees on the floor.
I helped her pick up and clean up a bit, there were a few splotches of my semen on the carpet.
it's funny how after the sex, neither of us knew what to say, but as we walked out I asked her, if it had been what she wanted.
"That was better than I could have imagined," she said. "I haven't had an orgasm like that since before I was married."
We said our good byes and I headed off.
She left her husband recently after getting caught sexting with her boyfriend. I didn't see her again but she started dating a dom in her city and occasionally we still chat about bdsm. She is on this site but I won't reveal her (she isn't on my friends list as of now so don't bother looking. But hi there you dirty girl, I hope you liked the story and know that I still think of the feeling of your tongue on my ass. :P).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/35modv/oral_with_the_married_woman_mf_ds_butt_stuff