Olivia: A True Story

I’ve written a few erotic fiction stories before but this one is different, because it isn’t fiction. Every word you are about to read happened exactly as I have described.

It happened a few years ago. I was bored in my life, so I decided to put an advert up in the personals section of a well known listing site. Honestly, I didn’t expect much to happen, much less have one of the best experiences of my life.

The title of the advert was something like ‘Sir Seeks Obedient Pupil’. In it I explained that I was dominant by nature, and was looking for someone submissive to explore with. I wasn’t looking for some bullshit 50 Shades imitation – I wanted someone who was willing to surrender themselves to me pretty much instantly. 

I know – I can hear the BDSM community gasping in horror. What about respect and limits and safe words?! All fair enough, but I wasn’t interested in the theatricality of the lifestyle – I just needed to release some of the noise in my head, and for that to happen I needed to jump straight to me being in total control.

Her reply to the advert came through about an hour after I’d posted it.

Her name was Olivia, she was 20, lived locally to me, and wanted to do whatever I said. Sounded much too good to be true, so my first instinct was that it was either a scammer, or a dude. I told her that I wanted her to send me a video of her slapping her tits (six slaps left, six slaps right) saying my name -Alexander- after each slap. I wanted her face clearly visible.

I thought that would be the last I’d hear of her. I mean, even if she was genuine, she was hardly going to send that graphic a video to a random stranger, was she? And yet, less than five minutes later my inbox received a new email, with a video attachment.

Reader, she was beautiful. Truly, truly stunning. Big brown eyes, thick black hair, the cutest voice, and perfect C-cup tits. I’d have guessed her ethnicity to be Indian, mixed with a bit of white.

I got hard as I watched the video. She was kneeling on the floor wearing a pair of black panties, looking straight into the camera. 

“I’m nervous Sir, but I want to please you,” she said, before proceeding to do exactly as I had instructed her, biting her lip to control the pain. The sound of her slaps was clear on the recording.

Maybe it was nerves on my part, or really I was just trying to push as hard and as quickly as I could. I really don’t know. But, I told her that I wanted to come to her home that night. I said that when I got there I expected to find the front door unlocked, and that when I entered she would be in her bedroom, on all fours on the floor, wearing the sluttiest outfit she owned. Oh, and she was to be blindfolded too.

Did I expect her to agree to this? Of course I fucking didn’t. I thought she would either refuse or negotiate with me.

Less than a minute later my inbox chimed again. This time the email was brief – just an address. I replied with a time, then logged out.

Two hours later I arrived. She lived in an apartment block, with hers being the middle of three on the left hand side of the building. I don’t mind admitting to you that my heart was racing as I got out of my car and walked towards her front door.

Was this really her place, or was I the victim of some prank? Worse still, was I about to be robbed? If she was there, would she chicken out before I got there and lock the door? What if she regretted it afterwards and told the police I had forced my way into both her home, and her? 

She wasn’t the only one taking a huge risk. I thought about turning around, but I’ve always been a sucker for risk – nothing gets the adrenaline flowing more than taking chances. I guessed, and hoped, that was her motivation too.

I reached the door of the apartment she had said was hers. There was no name on the outside. I turned the handle and the door opened inwards, creaking very slightly on its hinges. The interior was dark, with no light visible light other than a soft red glow coming from under a door at the end of the hallway.

I stepped into the darkness and closed the front behind me. 

A couple of steps and I was at the door with the light coming from beneath it. Deep breath, turned the handle

In front of me was a scene that made my cock instantly hard, and pushed aside any remaining doubts. Olivia was in exactly the position I had instructed her to be; on the floor, on all fours, and wearing a blindfold.

She looked incredible, dressed in a tight black skirt that was positioned so that it covered only half of her ass. Protruding from underneath it was the bulge of her pussy, wrapped in bright pink panties. She had decided to leave her top half bare, and her tits hung beneath her. Her feet, nails painted pink to match her underwear, were also bare.

I could hear her breathing, fast and shallow, obviously highly excited.

I left her as she was and got undressed. Then I walked around her, lightly touching her. Her neck, her back, dragging my nails up the back of her thighs, skimming her pussy, brushing my fingertips over her nipples. I did that for maybe half an hour, watching a dark strain spread in her panties. I then knelt in front of her and held my cock under her nose until she recognised the smell of it and opened her mouth to take it.

I pulled my cock away before she could taste it, and started circling her again, started touching her again. This time I mixed the gentle touching with some more forceful actions – the occasional slap on the arse, pussy or face.

I pulled her panties down just enough to uncover her holes, felt her entire body shiver as I did it. 

I stood perfectly still for ten whole minutes.

I knelt behind her and pressed the tip of my dick against her clit. I was surprised when she instantly started to cum. Pulled away and stopped her orgasm before it could develop fully.

She groaned in frustration and begged me to fuck her. I could see her hands were clenched, gripping hard on the carpet. Her back was heaving up and down. I took her underwear off fully, she thought it was finally happening, but instead I pushed her soaking panties into her mouth.

I blew on her asshole. I pinched and twisted her nipples. I dragged my nails hard down her back. She was quite literally dripping onto the floor.

I knelt behind her again and rubbed my dick until I came onto her asshole. I watched it dribble down over her cunt. She was clenching and unclenching her holes, trying to get some inside her.

I returned to circling, touching, enjoying hearing her screaming into her panties until my cock got hard again.

And then I fucked her.

Hard, with no warning, doggy style, slamming in and out of her tight pussy. She came as soon as I split her and kept on cumming, over and over and over, until she collapsed forward onto her front. I kept fucking her, wrapping her hair adding my hand and pulling her head off the floor, bending her neck sharply backwards.

I came inside her as yet another orgasm pulsed through her body.

I pulled out, got up, walked around to her face and sat in front of her. I pulled her panties from her mouth and replaced them with my cock, wrapping my thighs around her head. She sucked me clean, choking on my size as she did.

When I was satisfied there wasn’t a single drop of cum left on my cock I pulled out of her mouth and stood up. She was lying flat out on the floor, legs and arms spread, her head turned to face away from me, little ripples of pressure still running through her.

I got dressed, and left. 

I made sure to drop the lock on her front door as I left, because I got the feeling she wouldn’t have been moving about for a while yet, and I didn’t want to leave her too vulnerable.

The whole session had lasted three hours. During that time I hadn’t said a single word, and she never once saw me.

She sent me an email the following day, but I deleted it without reading it. We had shared the perfect fuck together. If we had met again, no matter what we did, it would never have been as good.

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