An affair to repeat – Part 1 [MF] [bdsm] [mdom] [fsub] [oral] [true story]

On Monday I met M for the first time. We had been talking online for a few weeks before deciding to meet in person. I picked him up from the train station, recognising him instantly despite the relatively few pictures he had sent me. We headed immediately back to my hotel, chatting briefly on the way. I was nervous, expectations looming heavily in my mind, but I had wanted this for a long time and was ready for what was to come.

We are both married. The taboo of the situation increases the excitement for me, the thrill of someone new. Knowing he understands my situation and I his means we can be honest with each other, giving each other something that has been missing in our existing relationships. In both our cases it is not love or sex that drives us towards this situation but power exchange. He will take control, of me, of my body and of our situation. And I will allow him to use and abuse my body, knowing that ultimately we will both get what we need.

He kissed me for the first time in the lift, quickly but deeply. First kisses for me are exciting and kissing M was something I had been looking forward to and I was pleased he had kissed me at the first opportunity we were alone. Though I was nervous, that first kiss made me more excited for what was to come. Having his hands on me felt right and I knew from that point things would be good.

As soon as we got in the room M immediately took control, ordering me to the other side of the room and having me position myself with my hands on the wall, legs spread and available for his inspection. I had worked to a set of instructions he had given me, with toys ready to hand in the hotel room and with me dressed in a smart dress and heels, hiding black lace underwear and stockings. My first act of submission to him, that he could see and touch in person. I wanted it to be right and thankfully, it was.

Before he continued he offered me one final chance at a ‘slow’ start. A chance for my nerves to ease before he took complete control. I refused, knowing that I would calm more in a situation with him in control. He accepted my answer and continued his inspection of me. We had discussed this, I knew it was going to happen yet I could feel my nerves rising even as dampness spread across my underwear.

He examined me leisurely, lifting my dress and running his hands across my body. He tested my skin and my composure with open handed slaps across my ass, enough to leave a soft redness and raise my pulse. Whilst in that position, with his body pressed against mine he confirmed our agreements. That I would obey him, that I wouldn’t orgasm without his permission. In return he wouldn’t bruise my skin, he wouldn’t step outside of the boundaries I had put in place and he would listen for the words we had already agreed would stop our play.

At my agreement he had me stand again, soothing my nerves with deep kisses before ordering me in front of the desk. Palms flat and legs spread for him, I watched him in the mirror as he reached between my legs. I couldn’t help but moan softly as he slid a finger into the crotch of my underwear, moving easily across the slick heat he found there before moving first one, then two fingers inside me. He moved them inside me, all the while watching my face in the mirror, making sure I kept my eyes on him. No hiding my reactions, no hiding in my own head, I watched him and knew he was in charge of my body. Any time I closed my eyes he reprimanded me, any time i dropped my head he used my hair to pull my gaze back to his.

It didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm begin to build. Used to my own masturbation, I asked for permission to be allowed to cum, only to be refused. His motions continued, to my increasingly desperation. I knew he would do this to me, I knew that he would enjoy watching me squirm and try and control myself. I also knew that my self control was lacking and that my orgasm would have be earned before it would be allowed.

It was only when I began to plead did he relent and allow me to orgasm, my legs trembling and eyes locked on his as I finally got my release. I could see him watching me in the mirror yet didn’t self conscious, only pleased with the look of quiet satisfaction on his face. I sucked my own juices from his fingers, whispering my thanks at his prompting and rewarded with a quiet ‘Good girl’.

One of the many things we had discussed prior to our meeting was my shyness from any sort of exhibitionism, a shyness which M did not share. He had me stand in front of the window, the room dark behind me, the window only showing my head and upper body to anyone who may glance up and see me. Despite his reasonable explanation of the situation, my heart still began to beat more rapidly as he drew the net covering the window open and ordered me to remove my underwear. I pushed the black lace down to my feet, kicking it away. Stood behind me he again reached between my legs, working fingers easily into me as despite my fear my body reacted to the situation.

Things seem to move slowly, as I tried to concentrate on M and not the fear of being seen. I had to give him control, to let him push me out of my comfort zone and trust he wouldn’t take it further. Or at least – trust it wouldn’t happen too quickly. It was both disappointing and a relief when he pulled the net back across and turned me to face him. Once again he allowed me to suck his fingers clean before kissing me.

I rested against him for only a brief moment, feeling my racing pulse calm. Although he was testing me, pushing my boundaries, I trusted him not to push me too hard. He gave me that moment – no doubt sensing I needed the comfort of his touch. He ordered me to unfasten his shirt, which I did with more excitement than nerves before running my hands across his skin. The slap caught me by surprise, his warning that I was to ask before taking liberties.

I felt my face burn with shame as I nodded my agreement, but didn’t have time to do more than briefly apologise as M instructed me to kneel. All thoughts flew out of my head as I was instructed to remove first his belt, then his jeans, then to take his cock from his underwear. Patience isn’t always my strength but I knew to push ahead without his instruction would only earn punishment or even worse – his disappointment.

It was the first time I had seen his cock – having not wanted to ask for pictures if he wasn’t comfortable with showing me. I was pleasantly surprised by his size, but only more eager to touch and taste him. Having learned my lesson a few minutes ago, I kept my hands and mouth to myself, waiting and hiding my impatience.

My obedience was rewarded, as he took a handful of my hair and slowly pulled me forward. Oral sex is something I love and consider myself good at and I was excited to be able to please him in that way. The pulse of him against my tongue was an immediate turn on and I greedily took all of him in my mouth. He kept his hands on my head, stroking across my hair as he thrust into my mouth.

He was clearly enjoying my attentions though did not let me suck for long before instructing me to lie on the bed with my head over the edge. Immediately my stomach tightened in anticipation, especially when he reached for the small vibrator I had brought with me.

Soon I was arranged how M wanted, his cock deep in my throat and my legs spread. I kept my hands on his thighs, ready to signal I needed a break by ‘tapping out’ if I needed to. In the next few minutes I did need to take advantage of that safety net as he thrust inside my mouth, blocking my air way even as I eagerly sucked his cock. This was exactly what I had wanted, what I had hoped for. Being given the chance to pleasure him, my body used solely for his enjoyment – this was fulfillment.

He varied his pace and motions to match what felt best for him, using my mouth despite my discomfort. In amongst his use of me he also began to tease my clit with the vibrator. Using the moments he withdrew his cock I begged again for release only to be repeatedly denied. Only when I could feel myself taut and straining under his attentions did he finally remove the vibrator along with his cock – to my disappointment.

I didn’t stay disappointed as he had me kneel on the bed and he positioned himself behind me. From there I could see both myself and him in the mirror and again he pulled my head up so that I could watch him and myself. He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. My eyes on him, I replied that I did and I watched as he slowly sank his cock into me.

He filled me completely and easily, my aching pussy ready for him. Keeping one hand on my hair, he started to move and I couldn’t help but moan. The orgasm I had previously been denied roared back, my body filled by him, my mind focused only on his use of me. Almost immediately I had to ask for permission to cum, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold on for long whilst feeling that turned on.

Varying pace he teased me, keeping me on the edge for a mercifully short time before finally giving in to my pleading and allowing me to cum. Calling his name I came hard for him, shuddering under him. I collapsed forward on the bed, where he joined me.

Despite the roughness of the sex and his power over me, he held me softly, kissing me and stroking my hair as we both let our pulses calm and our breathing slow. This contrast, between his roughness with me and this tenderness only made me want him more, want more of that intoxicating combination. I stroked my hands across his body, touching him properly for the first time. Mapping his chest and stomach under my fingers, it wasn’t long before he suggested I show him my oral skills.

As I mentioned earlier oral is a huge passion of mine and and I immediately moved down the bed to be level with his pelvis. I used my tongue and kept my mouth loose to make sure his cock was nice and wet, before beginning to take him deep with every stroke. I zoned everything out but him, listening to what movements drew moans from him, enjoying the feel of his fingers tightening in my hair again.

M let me lead and I took full advantage, stroking his balls, licking across the tip of his cock before swirling my tongue around him as I took the full length again and again. His clear enjoyment of what I was doing only drove me on more, wanting to give him my very best. Using my hair to guide me he pulled me back up to him, kissing me again before pulling me on top of him.

His cock slipped inside me, sucking his cock had made me greedy for him again despite the release not so long ago. Starting slowly I rocked back and forth, getting used to the feel of him inside me at this angle before shifting to a faster rhythm. I rode him with obvious enjoyment, loving having his cock inside me again. I leant forward, kissing him quickly and breathlessly as we moved together. His hands gripped my thighs as I became breathless, my moans getting more urgent, until I whispered his name and told him I needed to cum.

With his encouragement I continued my movements until I came around his cock for the second time. This time, pressed against him, wasn’t the desperate almost painful release I gained as a result of his teasing but an intimate act with a power all of its own. I made sure I didn’t stop as I came for him and was rewarded for my efforts when M shifted under me, gripping me tighter as he came deep inside me.

We shared another deep kiss before cuddling again on the bed. I couldn’t keep my hands or my lips to myself, the excitement of having M with me, doing what we were doing. Knowing that at anytime he could order me to my knees or into any number of compromising positions was deeply exciting.

Instead we headed for the shower. Under hot pounding water his hands roamed my body, touching with firm insistence as he rubbed soap across my skin. Nowhere on my body was off limits, my every inch belonging to him and explored by his hands. Returning the favour, I rubbed his chest and shoulders, before kneeling to wash his legs. I managed to keep my mouth off his cock, but not my hands, roaming across his thighs and balls too.

I spent more time washing his back, kneading fingers into his neck before tracing them down to his ass. His ass had been an unexpected treat, perfectly shaped and I didn’t want to keep my hands off it.

Sadly I had to and we shut off the shower and began to dress for dinner. I was almost dressed when M dropped a bombshell. I would have the vibrating egg I had brought with me inserted through dinner.

Not so much a problem maybe – expect it was remote controlled and he would be holding the remote. He tested it out before we left, that slow smile on his face as he cycled through the various speeds on the vibrator. Finally switching it off, he slapped my ass one last time and we left the room.

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