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This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions. If you are under 21, go
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New Beginnings by Pami M/F fdom
He rang the doorbell, feeling slightly nervous as he waited for her to answer.
They had met a few weeks ago, after months of exchanging emails. Yeah, meeting
people off of the computer was kind of corny, and even dangerous, but she had
made it feel safe, and still kept the thrill alive.
Via the computer screen, they had talked about everything from their jobs to
families, and of course, more intimate details, like sexual proclivities:
things they enjoyed, things they wanted to try, and things that they would
never consent to. They had swapped photos, and he thought she was cute. Then
they had set up the first meeting.
Brunch. Always nonthreatening. In a very public location, convenient to both
of them. So they could meet and then go their separate ways.
It had gone swimmingly well, from both of their perspectives. She was
delighted to find that he was interesting and had a sense of humor. He was
amazed to discover that they had even more interests in common than he had
thought. They had parted after about two hours of light conversation, and each
had much to think about.
He had been caught slightly off guard by her appearance. She looked so
innocent, and had a mischievous glint in her warm brown eyes from time to time
like a little kid who was doing something they thought just a tad bit
dangerous, but did it anyway, just for the excitement. If he hadn't read some
of what she had written to him, he would NEVER have guessed that her sensuality
ran so deep.
She was similarly off balance at the first meeting. He was so...cute! He
smiled frequently, and she loved the way he talked...sort of slowly and
deliberately, never really rushing his sentences. He would often tent his
fingers together in front of him as he talked, and she noticed that they were
long and well- formed. She almost blushed when she thought about what the
saying was about a man with large hands! And on more than one occasion, she
wondered what it would feel like if those fingers were caressing her body.
However, neither of them really wanted to rush things. So they went their
separate ways after a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Their emails continued, and she found herself describing to him various
fantasies that she had, from the romantic to the wickedly kinky. He wondered
why she was still unattached. What was wrong with her, he asked himself. She
was smart, educated, funny, practical, exuberant, companionable, and sexy as
hell. What he didn't know was that she was not willing to settle for less than
a soulmate. THAT was why she was still single.
They met a couple more times, out in public, and then she suggested that he
just come over to her apartment. She said it so casually, that he wondered if
she knew how his stomach, and other parts, jumped when she suggested it. They
had rented a movie and ordered pizza, snuggling on the large sofa in her living
room. He had finally gotten the chance to kiss her, and it was everything he
had hoped it would be. Her lips were soft, and her tongue flickered against
his as they tasted and licked each other. One thing had naturally led to
another, and they ended up making love right there on the living room floor.
He had suggested moving to the bedroom, but she had simply smiled up at him,
and pulled him to the carpet.
They had licked, nibbled, and sucked each other until they couldn't take
anymore, and while she was on her back, he had entered her slowly. They had
both sighed as he slid fully inside her wetness, and once he had completely
impaled her, they shared a long wet kiss. The actual act took about 15
minutes, but they had both been so worked up by the extended foreplay, that
they were exhausted by the time he finally climaxed inside her and collapsed on
top of her, kissing gently.
And now was the second time he was coming over to her place. She had suggested
it, and when she had, she had a tone in her voice that make him twitch just
listening to her voice on the phone.
He heard her coming down the steps, and cleared his throat, but nothing had
really prepared him for the sight that greeted him.
Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, being pulled from her face with a
dark headband. She was clad in a black semi-sheer robe that came to just above
her knees, and was belted around her waist. They stood eye to eye, and he
maybe even looked up an inch or so, as she had on two or three inch black
heeled shoes, with her legs encased in dark stockings. If he had any doubt as
to what she had in mind for this evening, it was GONE!
She smiled at him, and he leaned closer to kiss her. As he did, he smelled her
scent. Vanilla. His favorite. He wrapped his arms around her and could feel
that she definitely had no bra on, and he wondered if she was wearing any
panties.
As their tongues caressed each other's, her hands wandered down his back and
over his jeans, feeling his tight bottom. He was making her wet already, and
she wondered if he realized that.
Finally, she broke the kiss and said only two words, "Upstairs. Now." And she
stepped aside and let him precede her up the carpeted steps to her apartment.
He walked in, going directly through the kitchen, and pulling aside the curtain
to enter the dining room. He was assailed by various aromas, and saw the
flickering candles everywhere. He heard her close the door behind him, and she
quickly was in the room with him.
"Do you like?" she asked, smiling at him.
He smiled back at her. She had once confessed to him that she had a fondness
for candles and candlelight, but this was his first chance to see it in action.
"You look beautiful," he told her, "and the candles aren't bad either!"
She laughed throatily and took his hand, leading him into the living room,
where more candles glowed, lighting the room with an aura of glamour. She took
him over by the sofa, and then stopped suddenly, turning so that she was in his
arms.
He knew what she expected, and he kissed her. Long and deeply. He worked his
way down her neck, licking and biting lightly. He zeroed in on the pulse on
the side of her neck and flicked his tongue back and forth over it quickly,
feeling her squirm and enjoying her reaction.
She let him have his way for a few minutes, mostly because he felt damn good,
but then she recalled what she had planned for this evening. She pulled away
from him, and he looked at her quizzically.
She smiled, and told him, "Tonight is the first of what I hope will be many new
experiences for you. You know what we have talked about before...how you
yearned to try something slightly kinky? Well, tonight we begin. Now, I want
you to understand something. I have no intention of hurting you or doing
anything that you won't enjoy. However, when you indulge in
something....exotic, you should always have a 'safeword'. If you utter the
safeword, all play will stop, and we will talk about what happened. Ok?"
He nodded, feeling nervous but already aroused at the thought of what might
happen.
"Your safeword is 'mustard'. No one says mustard in the middle of sex, so that
will work. Are you ok with that?"
He nodded again. And he replied, "Yes, Miss." He knew what she wanted to be
called for tonight. She had told him in a million different ways that she
wanted to be referred to that way when she was domme. And he was smart enough
to know that tonight would be played exactly as she wanted. He was just along
for the ride. Which was perfect for him.
Again, she smiled at him. "Good, my sweet. I see that we understand each
other. I knew we would. And now, your first task of the evening is to strip
for me. I want to look at you." She stepped a few feet away and just stared
at him.
He inhaled deeply, feeling like a piece of meat, which was strangely exciting.
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, placing it on the chair that was
next to him. He kicked off his shoes, and unsnapped his jeans.
"Ah, ah, ahhh...." she admonished him. He stopped and looked at her. Oh, she
was going to have such fun tonight, she exulted inside. "Your socks?"
He smiled and sat on the chair and pulled off his socks. Then, returning to
his feet, he unzipped his fly and in one motion, pushed his underwear and pants
to his ankles. He was semi-hard already, and he swore that he could feel her
eyes examine his cock. He pulled off his pants and placed them on the chair
with his other garments. He finally took a deep breath, and stood up straight,
meeting her eyes.
She was delighted, although she tried not to show it to him. He was made
perfectly, and his manhood was already starting to get aroused. His little
nipples were circled with dark hair, and her mouth watered at the idea of
biting them into hardness. Still, she maintained her composure and commanded,
"Turn. Slowly."
She watched as he did, and she stopped him when he was facing the opposite way.
He looked at the curtains as she told him to stop, and he thought he could feel
her gaze burning into his ass. Then she was there, behind him. Running her
hand down his back, lightly grazing him with her trimmed fingernails. All the
way down to his bottom, and cupping it in her hand. She leaned forward and
licked his earlobe, and he shuddered. As she flicked her tongue in and out of
his ear she whispered to him about how delicious he looked, and how much she
was going to enjoy him this evening. She punctuated the statement by lightly
but firmly biting the muscle where his neck and shoulder met. And then she was
gone. He knew better than to turn around or even glance over his shoulder.
After what seemed like five minutes to him, but was probably only thirty
seconds, her voice came from back across the room. "Turn. Again. Slowly."
So he did. Feeling slightly humiliated, but knowing that the sensation was
something that he was enjoying. As he turned and saw her standing there, his
jaw dropped.
She had lost the robe, and was wearing a black semi-sheer negligee. He could
just barely glimpse her pale skin through the fabric, and it dropped to about
mid-thigh. It was some sort of light material, which flowed down her body,
skimming her ample curves, but the bodice was tight to her breasts,
accentuating their fullness.
She smiled as she saw the slightly stunned look in his eyes as he beheld her in
her glory. She had worn this specifically because she knew his weakness for
lingerie. Her eyes widened as she watched his cock twitch and grow harder
before her. Still, he didn't touch it, or try to move. She was pleased with
his self-control.
She addressed him again. "Now, my sweet, I want you to go into the bedroom and
get my toy basket. I don't want you to look inside it, though. Just bring it
back to me."
He did as she asked, walking quickly into the next room. There were MORE
candles in the bedroom, but only two. They flickered, sending shadows across
the alabaster walls, and he looked at the bed briefly. It was made up with a
cheery yellow bedspread, and about ten pillows mounded on top of it. He smiled,
thinking that he could picture her all curled up, asleep with a flush on her
cheeks. He heard a sound from the living room and snapped back to the present.
He saw the basket over in the corner and picked it up.
As he walked back into the living room, he saw that she had seated herself on
the large sofa. Right smack in the center of it, in fact. And she smiled at
him, extending her hand.
"Thank you, sweet. Now, please, just kneel right here before me," as she
pointed at a spot on the carpet.
He did so quickly, leaning back on his heels as he looked at her gloriousness
directly in front of him. He watched as she reached into the basket and
withdrew something orange and black, but he didn't really notice what it was.
She smiled. "Are you having fun, pet?" As he nodded at her, she continued, "I
am too. Tonight I want you to enjoy yourself. BUT... I want you to enjoy ME
too." He watched her gaze travel south to his semi-hard cock. He saw her hand
reach out and delicately touch the head. And they both saw it twitch and grow
a little bit at her touch. "And I certainly want to enjoy you!" she added with
emphasis.
She moved to the edge of the sofa, spreading her legs around him. He could see
the garters from her stockings, and he wondered how they felt to the touch. He
gazed at her legs, trying to see through the interfering layers of cloth to her
pussy. Wanting to know if she was wearing matching panties.
She reached a hand out and cupped his chin, so that he was looking into her
eyes. She smiled as she saw that his pupils were dilated. That meant he was
excited. Good. She took his right hand and pulled it to her breast, cupping
it around the pillowy flesh, feeling his fingers kneading into her and his palm
against her quickly hardening nipple. And she reached for his other hand,
bringing it to the other tit, where he quickly set about massaging that one as
well. She could feel the moisture between her legs. Damn, she was aroused!
As he touched her and traced the outline of her bodice, he licked his lips. He
wanted to lick her. He wanted to run his tongue over her generous curves, and
pull her erect nipples into his mouth and suck them. But he knew better than
to ask. She was in control here, and he knew it. They both wanted it that
way. This time.
She reached out and began to trace the outline of his nipples as well. He felt
an electric zing run through him as she lightly pinched then simultaneously,
and he glanced down and saw that his cock was fully erect and standing straight
out, pointing at her. He sighed, and he wished with all of his might that she
would reach down and touch it again. But she didn't. Instead, she withdrew
her hands from his body altogether and placed them over his as he caressed her.
He smiled at her, and then looked as she pulled the bodice of her negligee
down, exposing the pale globes to his hungry gaze. He leaned his head forward,
only to stop as she quickly pulled his hair to stop him.
"No, sweet. You may not. You didn't ask permission." She looked at him with
a serious expression on her face. This was important. He needed to understand
that he only touched her, or himself, when SHE wanted him to. He needed to
know that her will was in control.
"Please Miss, may I lick your beautiful breasts? Please...let me suck your
nipples. Allow me to worship them as you deserve," he begged eloquently and
earnestly, looking deep into her molten brown eyes.
She smiled, and said one word. "No."
He stopped suddenly. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. He begged and
she let him. That was how it was supposed to work.
She could see the confusion on his face. Ahhh, she thought to herself, now he
is feeling truly out of control. THAT was the feeling she wanted him to
experience. This wasn't just a script. These power games weren't fun if you
knew what was coming next. She was glad that he didn't know just how badly she
wanted to feel his mouth on her tits.
Instead, she pulled the skirt of her negligee to her waist, exposing her neatly
trimmed pussy to his eyes. She had forgone the panties, knowing that she
wouldn't want to waste the time dealing with them. The black garters ran up
her thighs, and framed the red lips that were glistening with moistness.
Her hands touched the back of his neck, and she pulled her legs up on the sofa
at the same time, showing him the inner lips that were already swollen with
desire. She pulled him forward, and gave one command. "Lick, pet."
And he did, bending down and running his tongue up the fragrant and tasty slit
before him. He rested his hands on her soft thighs and enthusiastically licked
the wetness from her inflamed cunt. She moaned loudly, and he found her clit
and ran his agile tongue over it, coaxing a louder groan from her mouth. He
licked and sucked and ate her mindlessly, loving the taste and scent that was
emanating from deep inside her. He reached down and started to stroke his
aching cock, but the moment he touched himself, he felt her hand pull his head
away from her.
She sternly looked down at his face, seeing the lower half shining with her
juices, and reprimanded him, although what she really wanted to do was let him
lick her to three or four orgasms. "I didn't tell you to jerk off, did I,
pet?" She paused. When he didn't answer her, she repeated the question a
little more forcefully.
"Nnoo, Miss, you didn't. I'm sorry. Please...let me make it up to you," he
told her earnestly.
She laughed, a slightly evil laugh, and said, "Oh...you will, pet. You will.
But for now....give me your hands, please."
As he extended his hands towards her, she smiled, and changed her mind. "No.
I think you need to stand up."
He did so, wondering what she had in mind.
"Now, sweet...hands behind your back, and turn around," she told him.
He did so, understanding exactly where she was going with this now. He felt a
soft material twine itself over and around each wrist, binding them together
firmly, but not causing him any pain. Her hands left him, and he jumped as she
slapped him sharply, but not very hard, across his buttocks. He heard her
laugh. "Now, turn back around, please," she commanded him.
He did so, and as he did, he looked down at her face and watched her extend her
tongue and lave it across the head of his aching cock. It was like he was
struck by a bolt of lightning, and he moaned. She smiled up at him as she
licked him, and he wondered what she had in mind next.
She sat back, and spread her legs again, tapping her inner thigh. "I think we
were right about here, weren't we, my sweet?" she asked him with a devilishly
teasing tone in her voice.
He lowered himself to his knees carefully, and leaned back in to lick her
pussy. She tilted her pelvis up a little more, and he thrust his tongue inside
her, reveling in the moan he heard from her mouth. He ate her with abandon,
running his tongue from the top of her clit past her pussy, and touching her
tiny rosebud. He concentrated on giving her a climax that she would remember
forever.
Her moans grew in volume as he licked her. He would thrust his tongue in and
out of her quickly, and then start sucking her clit. Then he would swirl his
tongue over her nether portal, making her squeal. Damn, he was GOOD! And she
loved it. She knew that if she took his hands away he would make it even
better.
Finally, every muscle in her body tensed, and she almost screamed as she
orgasmed on his tongue. His licked gently over her clit to extend her climax,
and was rewarded as her hips bucked toward him time and time again. He
continued licking her, feeling small aftershocks ripple through her.
She relaxed, feeling his mouth continue to caress her, reveling in the
afterglow of that incredible orgasm. As he thrust his tongue inside her
wetness, she felt her passion begin to grow again. She squirmed and moaned,
and eventually pulled him away from her. She exulted at the dazed look on his
face. He must have enjoyed it as much as she did, she thought to herself, as
she swooped down and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on him.
They both moaned at the kiss, and he jumped as her hand suddenly grasped his
throbbing cock. He pulled away from her. "No, Miss. Please..." he looked at
her, and as he saw her face freeze, he rushed to explain himself. "If you
touch me... I think I might explode." And he relaxed as he saw her smile.
He was just SO precious to her. That licking her to that incredible climax
would make him so hard that he was afraid he would come was amazing to her.
She decided to reward him.
'Move back, sweet," she told him, as she slid off the couch to kneel in front
of him. She touched his cock again. She squeezed it gently, and then turned
and leaned over the sofa, presenting her voluptuous bottom to him. She spread
her legs and then reached back and pulled his cock toward her. "Here, pet. I
want you inside me. Now." And she guided him inside her incredibly hot and
wet pussy.
He groaned and thrust himself into her in one stroke. Jesus she felt
incredible around him. He wanted to keep himself in there forever. He wanted
to make her scream with pleasure. He wanted to feel her contract around him in
orgasm.
And so, he began thrusting in and out of her moistness. Slowly withdrawing,
and then, when just the tip was inside her, slamming it back in. Over and
over. He could see his prick glistening with her juices, and every time he
stroked into her, he groaned at the clasping heat of her. He wished he could
grab her hips and really hold on to her, but his hands were still helplessly
bound behind his back.
She was delirious with the feeling of him inside her. She thought she could
feel the throbbing of him as he reached deep inside her pussy. And every
stroke of his made his cock rub against that special spot inside her, driving
her closer to a complete meltdown. She wanted more. "Faster, sweet. Faster,"
she told him between pants.
He knew he wasn't going to last very long this way. He hoped that she would at
least come once more before he exploded inside her. He built up the pace,
driving into her quickly over and over again. He felt her fingernails against
his balls, and he realized she was touching her clit. He moaned at the
thought. "Please.... Miss.... I am about to come.... Please.....Let me
come..." he begged her as he drew ever closer to a complete meltdown.
She smiled, and she looked over her shoulder at his flushed face. "Yes, sweet.
Come. Come inside me. Let me feel you...." And she pressed hard on her joy
button and felt her own orgasm start.
He heard her words, and then felt the walls of her pussy constrict around him.
Her scream of joy was echoed by his as he felt his balls explode and the come
race through his pulsing cock. Her contractions milked him as he shot spurt
after spurt of molten lust deep inside her throbbing walls.
Finally, they both started to regain their normal breathing, and he pulled his
softening prick out of her. She turned and pulled his face to hers, so they
could share a deep kiss.
They smiled at each other as she reached around and untied his wrists. He
shook them out to regain the feeling in his arms, and then took one hand and
pulled her hair gently so her head tilted up.
He growled against her throat as he bit her gently. "Wait until next time,
love. You just wait..." And he felt the shiver that ran through her body.
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