The Erotica of Al X
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Summary: Sarah's expecting her secret online boyfriend to come to her house for a night of wild sex. When she answers the door, she finds a woman there instead.
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Her e-mail relationship with Al had had started a few months back. Like soul mates they swapped endless e-mails and IM's, and they engaged in cyber-sex and phone sex. But they had never had any real, live, body-against-body sex. She was afraid to jeopardize her relationship with Jim. She knew that a 'real' encounter with Al was wrong, and dangerous, and against all her better instincts. But she also suspected it would be terribly exciting. And so, tonight, she was going to take a chance.
They had planned the encounter all week. And their last e-mails had been especially hot. She had written in explicit detail all the things she was going to do to him, ending the e-mail with "I can't wait to take your cock in my mouth. I want to lick up your cum."
She had spent the last hour taking a hot shower and doing her hair and makeup. She put on sexy panties, tight pants that showed off her ass, and a see-through blouse that revealed her lace bra. She felt sexy and feminine, a complete woman. And now she sat on the sofa waiting, sipping wine. She was anxious, scared, excited, terrified. A candle on the coffee table filled the air with vanilla scent. She was on her second glass of wine when the doorbell rang. She sprang up and ran to the door.
But it was a woman on the porch, a tall, mannish, woman, heavy-set, with broad shoulders. She wore a heavy coat. Her hair was full but wild and wind-blown, and it covered most of her face. Her breath formed little clouds in the January cold.
"May I help you?" Sarah asked, thinking it was someone looking for one of her neighbors.
"I need to come in."
"Now's not a good time." Sarah suspected the woman was selling something - appliances or insurance or religion. She looked down the driveway, hoping to see another car, Al's car.
"I said: I need to come in."
The woman's tone, strong and demanding, scared Sarah a bit, and for a second she almost complied, like a little girl being called downstairs. But then she came to her senses. "I'm sorry, but I'm expecting someone right-"
"You're expecting Al." The woman put her hand up to the door. "My husband - Al. So cut the shit and let me in. We need to talk."
Before any of this could register, the woman pushed open the door and brushed past her. Sarah's heart was beating fast. They were caught. Al was in trouble. She was in trouble. She didn't know what to do. She closed the door and turned around.
The woman took off her winter coat and held it up. "My coat," she said curtly, rudely even, and Sarah found herself mindlessly going over to take it from her. She was still dazed by the turn of events. As she took the coat to the hallway - there were empty coat hooks on the wall -she was glad to have a moment alone to collect her thoughts. She silently cursed herself. She cursed Al, too - she had warned him to be extra careful with his computer.
Returning to the living room she found the woman - Al had said his wife's name was Rona - already sitting on the sofa. She was a bit on the heavy side, plain looking but not unattractive, and wore a long plaid dress and brown boots. She had her legs crossed and her arms folded. She looked completely at home. She gave Sarah an icy, intimidating stare.
Paralyzed with fear, Sarah said nothing. She stared into the woman's eyes, but grew so uncomfortable that she had to look away.
Rona pointed to the bottle of wine. "Get me a glass."
Sarah's hands were shaking as she obediently poured filled the second glass on the coffee table, the glass that was supposed to be for Al.
Rona took a sip of wine then set the glass down. "So you were going to fuck my husband tonight? That was the plan, right?"
Sarah shook her head. "We were just… He was going to come over and.."
"And fuck. You were going to fuck him." She took another sip of wine. "You were going to fuck and then you were going to 'lick his cum.' Isn't that what you wrote?"
Sarah felt ashamed and guilty. She placed her hands behind her back and glanced down at the floor. "I'm sorry," she said meekly.
"Oh, you will be, Miss. When your boyfriend finds out."
And then it hit her. "No!" she shrieked. She knew she'd be in big trouble if Jim found out. Sarah's mind raced through a list of unpleasant consequences that might lie ahead. She shook her head, her eyes tearing up. "No, please, he mustn't find out. Please, you can't tell him."
The woman stood up and stepped towards Sarah. "Stop." She placed her hand on Sarah's cheek and with her thumb wiped up a small tear in the corner of her eye. "It's too late for regrets and apologies. What you did was wrong and now you must pay the price."
"But you can't tell him. He'll-"
"He'll what? Beat you? Punish you? Give you what you deserve?" With her hand she raised Sarah's face up, forcing her to look into her eyes. "What you did was wrong and you deserve a punishment."
"But Jim won't just punish me. He'll leave me and I don't-"
"You should have considered all that before."
The woman spoke so authoritatively that, once again, Sarah felt like a little girl in her presence. She knew that Rona had all the power, had total control of the situation.
Rona continued her icy stare, and her lips formed a cold, evil smile. "Well if Jim shouldn't punish you, who should?" She cocked her head and waited for Sarah's reply.
How had the situation gotten so out of hand? Sarah suffered a flurry of emotions - confusion, guilt, anger, fear. And something else: submissiveness at this strong dominant personality. She swallowed hard, then uttered the two words she knew Rona was waiting for: "YOU should."
"I could," she replied in a flat tone.
Sarah felt Rona's hand squeeze her chin to the point where it began to hurt. She flinched, and the woman released her hand. As she lowered it, she brushed against Sarah's chest, the back of her hand rubbing against her breast. Sarah looked down; it was like watching a movie, watching some other woman's breast being touched.
Rona's hand fell a bit, then moved back up over her breast. She couldn't protest; her nipple was straining through her bra, getting harder as Rona rubbed it up and down, up and down. She felt betrayed by her body. She was in the worst situation she could imagine and yet her body reacted with lust.
Rona's hand moved to Sarah's other breast, and rubbing it got that nipple hard as well. When the hand dropped to her belly, Sarah sucked in her tummy. Then Rona's hand moved to Sarah's side and applied pressure. "Turn around."
Sarah rotated her body until she was standing with her back to Rona. As she stood there, she felt a cloudiness in her head and noticed her breathing had become unsteady. The room seemed smaller, hotter. She wasn't scared, not exactly. NO, she was in a state of tense excitement. And then Rona moved close to her, so close her chest was pressed against Sarah's back. Then she felt a hand on her ass.
"Tonight you belong to me," Rona told her. "Understand?"
She felt the hand squeeze her ass. "Yes."
"To do as I please."
The hand moved to the center of her ass, the woman's fingers pushing the fabric into her crack. "Yes." When Rona's other hand landed on her forehead, Sarah felt her head forced backwards against the woman's shoulders. The woman's wild hair brushed against her face. She could smell the woman's scent. She could feel her strength. Sarah felt weak at the knees. "Punish me," she said, with heated breath.
How odd to find that saying those words excited her so. A wave of sexual excitement swept through her body. She had always had a secret, untapped submissive side, and she had always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. What would tonight bring, she wondered. She turned her head a bit to look into Rona's eyes. "Punish me, please," she said.
Rona's hand caressed Sarah's ass, rubbing it, squeezing it, dipping so low her fingertips almost reached into her groin, but then it moved up to squeeze Sarah's fleshy ass hard. Sarah fought the urge to speak; she wanted the pain to stop and yet she couldn't deny the sexual thrill she felt. She was actually disappointed when Rona finally released her grip.
She felt Rona's lips on her ear, then Rona's teeth gently biting on it. At the same time, Rona's hand slipped under her blouse. Her hand was cold as it ran over her belly and then up to her bra. But her fingers stopped when they reached the lace bra, and Sarah suddenly realized she was herself arching her body, unconsciously moving her breasts closer to Rona's hand.
"It's time," Rona announced as she released Sarah's body.
Free again, she was trembling as she stood there. She turned around and watched Rona return to the sofa. She picked up her glass and drank down nearly half the wine, then plopped herself down. When she was seated, she raised up her legs, displaying the leather boots. She cocked her eyebrow to give a wordless command.
Sarah knelt in front of the woman and began to pull off the first boot. It was demeaning to be serving her like this, to wait on her, but somehow she knew this was her place. It took a bit of as struggle to release the tight boot, but when it finally slipped off Sarah placed it up right on the floor. A stench of old leather and feet wafted by, but she didn't complain. And without being asked she massaged Rona's chubby calf and foot, before attacking the second boot.
With that task completed, Sarah remained kneeling on the floor, waiting for further directions. Rona said nothing, but then a moment later, slowly spread her legs. Her dress had fallen just above the knee, and Sarah was just about eye-level with the woman's crotch. Rona's legs spread wider, revealing a peek up her dress, but Sarah fought the urge to look. She stared up into Rona's eyes instead, and yet the urge to look was powerful. Rona's legs spread almost two feet, and she tugged the dress up her thigh. Still Sarah resisted the temptation. She didn't want to give in and admit her desire. She wanted to be strong, but her body was weak, and soon her gaze dropped and she looked between Rona's parted thighs at her shiny purple panties.
"Just as I thought." Rona was shaking her head. "You couldn't resist." Then she closed her legs. "Get up. It's time for your first punishment."
The words shocked Sarah. How many punishments would she be getting? Instead of protesting, she stood up and followed Rona's instructions to remove her shirt and pants.. She stared at the floor as she unbuttoned her pants, slid them down and stepped out of them. She closed her eyes as she lifted the blouse over her head. The air was cool in the room, and she stood there, nearly naked, in front of this strong woman, the wife of her internet boyfriend. She felt naked, exposed, ashamed. And a dampness formed in her underwear, a wet spot she hoped Rona wouldn't notice.
Rona straightened her dress over her knees, then patted her thighs. The message was clear, and Sarah knew what was expected of her. She moved perpendicular to Rona, then slowly lowered herself until her knees touched the floor and her belly lie atop Rona's lap. Her breasts lie on Rona's leg. Her ass stuck up in the air. She stared down at the carpet, and soon felt a hand on her head, pressing down on it. Another hand rested on the small of her back. Then came the words she didn't understand: "Say it."
Sarah was confused. "Uh? She shook her head.
"Say it."
And then it came to her. "Punish me."
Whack! In a split second the hand on her back lifted and immediately fell back down, landing on her panty-class ass cheek. It didn't really hurt - the fabric had softened the blow - but the feeling was incredible. Here she was, half-dressed over this woman's lap. And without thinking, she instinctively said, "Again," which prompted Rona to slap her again, this time a little lower, half on her ass cheek, half on her upper thigh. "Again," Sarah said, and another slap came, this one harder. The next one stung even more.
She didn't count, but she continued to ask for more, each slap sending tingling sensations through out her body, each slap getting harder. After each slap it was harder to ask for another, until finally, the last slap stung so much she was nearly in tears. "No more," she said, and she relaxed her body.
But Rona wasn't finished, not yet. "Put your hands behind your back."
It threw off her balance to do so, but Sarah managed to bring first one, then the other hand behind her. When they joined each other above the small of her back, she felt Rona grab them tightly. She heard a strange sound and suddenly felt something wrapped on her wrists. She tried to pull her wrists apart, but she had been restrained.
Rona laughed. "YOU don't decide when we're finished."
Sarah felt the woman's hand on her panty waistband, and soon the panty was pulled halfway down her ass. The first slap landed on bare skin and hurt. "Ow," she cried, the pain too hard to not be vocalized.
"Tell me: what were you planning to do tonight with my husband."
The pain brought on a bit of defiance. "I was going to fuck him!" She got a hard slap square on her ass. "I was going to kneel before him and rip his pants off." A hand landed on her upper thigh, hard and fast. "And take his cock out with my hands." A stinging, painful slap. It got Sarah angrier. "I was going to suck his cock and get it hard." An open hand on both cheeks; she grunted. "I was going to suck him and play with his balls." Another slap; she was crying now. "And I was going to let him cum in my mouth. I was going to lick up his cum." A final, painful slap that nearly took her breath away. And then she laid there for a moment, trying to calm down, trying to imagine how red and swollen her ass was.
Rona's hand rested on her ass, now, gently, the fingers outstretched. It lowered a bit, then Rona said, "Spread your legs," and when Sarah obeyed, the other woman laughed. "How easy it is to get you to spread your legs. Do you know what they call women like you?"
Sarah didn't want to admit it, but the evidence was overwhelming - she was over another woman's lap, her ass exposed, wet between her legs, craving more. She knew exactly what she was: "A slut. That's what they call women like me." She gasped when she felt Rona's hand reach between her legs. Rona didn't touch her sex; her fingernails ran along her inside groin.
"And did you enjoy your punishment so far?"
Sarah wanted to lie. She hated to admit that getting her ass spanked by another woman had turned her on, but then she felt Rona's finger alight upon the crack of her pussy. She was so wet! "Yes," she said, out of breath. "I did enjoy it."
"And what do you want me to do next?" She pressed her finger against Sarah's sex.
She bit her lip. "Touch me. Put your finger inside me."
"Such nice, polite words." Rona said in a fake sweet voice. Her voice turned stern: "That's not how a slut talks. That's not the language you used in your e-mails to my husband." She moved her hand away.
She knew what she had to say. "Finger my pussy. Stick two fingers inside my cunt." She was pleading; she even turned her head to look back up at Rona. "Fuck my slut pussy with your fingers."
And then two fingers were at her vaginal lips, pressing in, easily slipping in, digging in deeply, then pulling out half-way. Rona had the expert touch, her fingers working magic inside Sarah's pussy, caressing her vaginal walls, probing, rotating. Sarah welcomed in a third finger, like a fat cock, and started to move her body, helping her dominatrix fuck her wildly. And as her first orgasm start to build up, she felt a fourth finger inserted inside her, stretching her, almost hurting her, and the sensations felt so good. And just when she felt she couldn't possibly get any hotter, she felt Rona's thumb fall into the crack of her ass. It rubbed the crack for a few seconds, then probed her asshole. She was bucking her body, and moaning, and lifting her head, and as her orgasm grew stronger Rona grabbed her mouth and shove three fingers inside it. Sarah dutifully sucked those fingers in time to the finger-fucking she was receiving, and soon she couldn't hold on any longer, and she came in a rush of fury that left her totally drained.
It seemed like hours before body finally settled down. Rona kept her hands in place - fingers in Sarah's mouth, other fingers in her ass and pussy. But then she pushed Sarah sideways, down onto her knees.
Sarah found herself sitting back on her legs, her arms still restrained behind her back. She was on the floor, between Rona's spread legs. She couldn't look up, she was too embarrassed to have had such an intense orgasm from another woman. And now that it was over, she felt ashamed again. She wanted the night to be over. But then she saw Rona's hand appear before her face, and the wet fingers that had just brought her off were placed before her mouth. And without being told, she leaned closer, opened her mouth and licked her sticky wet juices from Rona's fingers.
"Good girl," Rona said in a condescending tone.
Sarah licked each finger, then took the trio in her mouth. As she sucked it like a cock, she looked up at Rona.
"You are a nasty slut, aren't you?"
Not stopping her licking, Sarah nodded her head.
"But you got to cum and I didn't. That's not very fair, now, is it?"
Sarah released the woman's fingers from her mouth and sat back on her legs. She watched as Rona hiked her dress up over her chubby thighs until her shiny purple panty was out in the open. She watched as Rona took her finger and rubbed herself over the panty. The sight turned her on. She wanted to reach in and finger the woman, but her arms were bound. She wanted to lounged forward and thrust her face between the woman's thighs. But all she did was sit on the floor, mesmerized by the sight.
Rona's fingers hooked the leg band of the panty and pulled it aside, revealing her hairy bush. "Is my slut ready to satisfy me?"
She actually licked her lips. "Yes!"
Rona had her stand up then, and she undid the wrist restraints. But when Sarah turned around, she was forced to hold her wrists together in front of her, so she could restrain them again. Standing up, Rona placed her hands on Sarah's shoulders and pushed down, forcing Sarah to kneel on the floor. Then Rona helped Sarah onto her back.
Sarah was laying there on the floor, her arms restrained, when Rona climbed on top of her and rested her pelvis on Sarah's hands. Her fingers instantly dug into the woman's panty, and as she did, she watched as Rona lowered her face until her lips touched hers. The woman's breath was hot, and smelled of coffee and mint. Sarah closed her eyes as the woman's mouth landed full on hers, and felt Rona's lips open and Rona's tongue probe her mouth. She opened her lips and willing accepted the French kiss, all the while her fingertips were digging into Rona's wet and sticky slit.
Rona broke the kiss. "Stick out your tongue." When Sarah obeyed, Rona grabbed it, squeezing it and pulling it slightly. Her eyes were a bit glazed, obviously enjoying having her cunt fingered. "What is my slut's tongue for?" she asked, then released it.
"It's for sucking your pussy. For licking your cunt."
"For licking MY cum?"
Sarah remembered what she had written to Al. "Yes, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to lick your cum."
Rona sat up straight, allowing Sarah's fingers to go deeper inside her pussy. She reached down and grabbed both of Sarah's breasts, squeezing them until the nipples were hard, then crawled over her stomach and her breasts, until she was straddling Sarah's face. She pushed her panty-covered groin into Sarah's face, rubbing against her nose and mouth. Sarah used her tongue to lick the woman through her panty.
"It's time to fulfill your promise," she said as she pulled the panty aside.
Sarah was confused, but didn't care. She lifted her head and put her face in between the woman's legs. It was the closest she had ever been to another woman's vagina. It looked odd this close up, and the pubic hair was sparse, some even gray. It had a nasty, foul smell, but she didn't care. She stuck out her tongue and licked the woman's wet slit.
"Stick your tongue inside me," Rona said as she lowered herself.
Sarah let her tongue run deeper into Rona's slit. She licked her pussy walls, then moved her head up and down to lick her pussy from the bottom up to her clit. It tasted as foul as it smelled, but she kept licking. She was there to suck her until she came.
"Too bad Al had to miss out on fucking this slut." Rona was grinding her cunt hard against Sarah's face. "But he didn't miss out completely. Before I left the house" - she arched her back and reached one hand between Sarah's legs - "I took him in the bedroom, and I knelt before him, and sucked him."
As Sarah kept licking, she felt her own pussy respond to Rona's fingers.
"And then I laid him on the bed and sat on top of him. I had his cock deep inside me and I fucked him." She reached her free hand into her own pussy to part the lips. "He came so hard inside me. All of his cum, deep inside me." She rose up a bit, and gave Sarah a bit of space so she could see her pussy, could see the white glob that was starting to seep out. "And I kept it inside me, and rushed over her. I knew you promised to lick his cum, so, slut, it's time."
Sarah rested her head on carpet and waited. She watched as a small trail of goo slid out the pussy, down along the lips, and landed on her lips. This was Al's cum! She licked it, then raised her head for more. She clamped her mouth fully on Rona's pussy and opened wide. She slurped up the woman's cunt to suck the juices out, vaginal juices and Al's cum, and as she did this, Rona's fingers slid in and out of her cunt. She couldn't believe she was sucking cum out of another woman's pussy. She couldn't believe she was about to have another orgasm.
"Suck me, slut," Rona ordered, pressing her pussy fully down on Sarah's tongue, nearly suffocating her. But as she started to cum, Sarah kept lapping it up, and soon Rona was moaning loudly, humped Sarah's face harder. When she finally exploded, she fell forward, landing on her elbows, with her crotch still above Sarah's face. Her panty retracted, covering her again. She crawled off and sat on the floor, her back against the sofa.
The room was so quiet, silent except for the breathing of these two women. Sarah started up at the ceiling. Pain radiated through her ass cheeks. Her arms were sore from the restraints, her back tight from lying on the floor. Her pussy was sore as well; Rona's fingers had been rougher than she realized. But she felt so good, satiated like she hadn't been in years. She wanted to turn her head to face this woman, but she was afraid to break the spell. She remained motionless, staring at the ceiling, grateful for the wonderful punishment this surprise visitor had given her.
Written during January, 2007 / Revised January 23, 2007
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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