The Erotica of Al X
(MF MDom Mild-Humil Oral)
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Summary: A woman meets her online lover for a a DOM/SUB encounter.
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Sunny's heart beat fast as she packed her suitcase. From the closet she found the bag of goodies hidden from her husband, things she had bought the week before: a riding crop, candles, S&M videos. She hid the bag in the bottom of the suitcase. From her dresser drawer she found the white thigh-highs, as well as a sexy red lace panty and bra.
She had told her husband she was spending the weekend in Orland for a Massage Therapist convention. In truth she was going there to meet an online lover for dinner. And if they both agreed, they would return to her motel room for sex.
And not just plain old, boring sex. That she could get from her husband. No, theirs would be exciting and creative sex. An exploration of her darker desires. B&D. Light S&M. Even humiliation. Just the thought of it got her damp between the legs as she closed the suitcase and snapped the locks.
Leaving the house involved a final bout of lying to her husband, who suspected nothing. "Have a great time," he told her. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, then headed for the living room to watch TV.
What guilt she felt dissipated as she drove away. She thought only of Al now. The man who had explored all of her darker fantasies. The man who knew her sexual history, how she had cheated on her husband and let other men fuck and suck her pussy. The man who knew her cravings for a forceful hand on her ass and stern words to control her, who knew her need to be controlled and humiliated.
She had a safety net: "Any red flags and I'm out of there," she told herself as she got onto the highway. "We meet, we talk, and only if I'm OK with the situation do I invite him back to the motel."
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The motel room was cheap, but clean. Sunny set down her suitcase, turned on the TV, and laid on the bed. The ride was exhausting and the need for sleep overtook her. When she awoke hours later, it took a moment or two to realize where she was. And what she was doing here. From her portable cooler she opened a small bottle of wine and poured it into a plastic cup, then placed the bottle in the room's tiny fridge.
After a long shower, she walked naked through the room. As she blow-dried her hair, she examined her body in the mirror. She was full figured, and comfortable with her size. Men loved her 42D breasts, and had caught more than a few guys stealing appreciative glances at her big ass. Today she had time to pamper herself. She rubbed herself down with body lotion, shaved her armpits, painted her nails (hot red - her favorite color!) and spent twenty minutes on her mane of reddish/blond hair. Next came makeup and perfume, then it was time to get dressed.
She pulled red lace panties up over her thick legs. When her palm brushed against her sex, she took a minute to slip a finger inside herself. How easy she got wet thinking about Al. She considered getting herself off, but, no, she wanted to wait. Better to stay in this heightened state. She slipped on the matching bra, then a white button-down blouse that was tight and sheer, with enough buttons open to reveal a sizeable amount of cleavage.
She wasn't a fan on thigh-highs, but she knew Al was. She put on a sexy white pair with a fishnet look, and as they slid up legs she found herself getting wetter. "I'm such a slut," she told herself, and the thought thrilled her. She put on a short plaid skirt and white heels. At first she felt kind of silly but when she glanced at the mirror she realized what Al would think. "God, I look like hot!"
It was a nervous ride to the restaurant. The sun was getting low, traffic was heavy, and Sunny's heart was beating hard. Despite the car's air conditioning, a layer of sweat formed on her forehead,matched by the dampness between her legs. Stopped at a light she spread her thighs and adjusted her panty.
She found the restaurant and parked in the lot, but let the car run for five minutes, debating if she could go in. She smoked another cigarette, which lessened her anxiety. "Oh, hell, I made it thus far," she told herself. She turned off the car, got out, and headed inside. She felt so sexual tonight - so free, so open, so womanly. She noticed one couple at table: the man ogled her until his wife caught him and slapped his arm.
"Is there a table for Al?" she asked the maitre de.
He smiled and said "This way" in a Latino accent. She followed him into the side room, which was half full. In a corner table sat a lone figure joking with a waitress.
She had been expecting someone tall and forceful, stern and serious, with a low authoritative voice. A sexual force to be reckoned with. The kind of man her mother would warn her about. But her first impression of him was that he was pleasant and cheerful, nice and sweet. The kind of man her mother would love.
And as she walked to the table, she was disappointed to see him joking - no, flirting - with the young waitress. It wasn't that she was jealous (well, maybe a little bit); it was that it ruined her whole expectation of what their first meeting should be like.
"Here she is now," he told the waitress when he saw her approach. The waitress - so skinny and pretty - turned and half-smiled at Sunny. "Would you like a beer?" Al asked,pointing to his Dos Equis on the table.
"No. Red wine, please," she told the waitress, disappointed that Al had forgotten her preference. Did he even read her e-mails, she wondered.
"It's good to finally see you," he said as she sat down, in a voice that was soft and calm.
"Likewise," she told him. "Do you mind if I smoke?"
He said he didn't, but she could tell from his expression that he disapproved.
She set her unopened purse on the next chair. "I can wait," she told him, even though her body craved the nicotine.
"So, am I what you imagined?" he asked. "Reality rarely matches our fantasies completely."
That was so true. Their rendezvous had gotten off to a shaky start, and Sunny grew more disappointed as the evening progressed. She knew she was partially at fault - she wondered if she was actually sulking - but Al seemed to be nothing like she imagined. Although she had a 'nice' time, she knew Al wasn't the kind of person who could fulfill her darkest fantasies. Sure, she could take him back to her room for a quick fuck, but was it worth it?
And so, after desert, after he paid the bill and they walked to their cars, she held out her hand. "I don't think I can go through with this."
He didn't protest. "No, no, I understand. You don't need to explain."
"Maybe next time?"
"Whatever," he told her without even a hint of disappointment in his voice.
She kissed him on the cheek and hurried to her car.
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Driving home she stopped at a liquor store for another bottle of wine. It was going to be a long, lonely night. Back in the room she threw her keys on the dresser, kicked off her shoes and threw herself on the bed. She switched on the TV and called her husband. "I'm getting ready for bed."
"Already? It's early?"
"It was a long drive. I'm bushed. I'm going to get undressed now." She looked at her reflection in the mirror across the room. She parted her white stocking-ed legs until she saw the reflection of her crotch - the red panty she had hoped Al would have seen. She reached down and placed her palm on her groin. "I'm just lying here in bed..." Could she get her husband interested in phone sex?
No, not tonight: "Well, I wish I could lay around but I need to get to Home Depot."
After the call she poured another glass of wine, stripped off her blouse and skirt, and slipped in the first video she had brought. The video started with trailers from an assortment of S&M movies. Sonny propped up the pillows against the bed's headboard and slipped one hand under the leg band of her panty. Her sex was damp; how quickly the video had gotten her excited! "I am such a slut," she told herself.
She squeezed her breasts through the red lace bra. Her nipples were hard as fat rocks, and she pulled one breast out of the cup. She squeezed it until it hurt, as she watched a woman on TV having her tits roughly pulled until she screamed. Already she had two fingers dipping into the folds of her vagina.
When the trailers ended, she opened the fridge for more wine. The movie started. Sonny sipped her wine and massaged her pussy. The disappointments of meeting Al slipped her mind. It would be an enjoyable night - she would bring herself off quickly, then spend the rest of the movie massaging herself gently. Right now she just wanted to feel her fingers gliding through her lips. The movie was so hot. Her fingers felt so good.
And then: KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The knocking was loud and forceful. Was it the TV to loud? Was it a neighbor complaining? The motel manager? Was there a problem with her car in the lot? With her bill? Oh shit!
She jumped out of bed and found her blouse and skirt.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Hold on!" she yelled, angry now. She slipped into the skirt, lost her balance and tumbled onto the bed. She grabbed the blouse and threw it on as she headed for the TV to turn it off. She buttoned the blouse on the way to the door and was about to do another visual check of the room when:
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"I'm here!" she yelled. Too frazzled to think about her safety, she forgot to check through the peephole. She undid the door lock and opened the door. "What is it?" she asked in a cranky voice.
And there he stood. Al, with his arms crossed, his head cocked slightly, and no smile on his face. He seemed taller now; Sunny was barefoot and leaning against the wall. He looked stern and sober; Sunny was a bit dazed, a little drunk from the wine.
"That's no way to talk to me." His words were concise, sharp, authoritative. His next word was a order: "Apologize."
It was confusing. The situation was changing so siddenly. Al had changed.
"I said: apologize."
"I'm- I'm sorry." Had she drunk too much wine? She tried to clear her head. "I- I shouldn't have talked to you that way."
"No, you shouldn't have." He stared at her. "Open the door."
Still surprised, she backed up against the wall and opened the door, and watched as he brushed past her into the room. He looked around the room, then back at her. "Shut the door. Now."
She closed the door and, with her back to him, she flicked the door lock.
"You're learning to obey me. Good."
Before she could turn around she sensed him behind her.
"And you will obey me, won't you."
Her surprise was turning into fear. She nodded her head slowly.
"Don't move," he told her.
She froze and waited, then felt his hand on the small of her back, through her sheer blouse. It moved upwards, finding her bra strap before moving higher. The hand left her back, but seconds later she felt her skirt being raised.
"Put your hands against the door."
She reached up and placed her hands on the wood door, level with her face. She felt her skirt roughly pulled up, and knew Al was soaking in the sight of her big ass squeezed into sexy red panties.
"Did you wear these for me?"
Again she nodded her headed slowly.
"Did you wear these sexy panties to get me hot? TO get my cock hard?"
"Yes," she replied meekly.
"Say it."
It took a few seconds to realize what he wanted. "I wore something sexy to turn you on. To get your cock good and hard."
"Tonight your big ass belongs to me. Understand?"
"It's yours," she replied.
"What's mine?"
"My big ass is yours."
"Of course it is."
She felt his other hand on the back of her head. He palmed her head and pushed it forward until her forehead was pressed against the door. Next he slipped his foot between her legs and roughly kicked at her instep, forcing her to spread her legs. Her forehead, pressed against the door, started to hurt. Sunny opened her mouth and could smell her hot breath. Forced up against the door with a stranger controlling her, her heart raced inside her chest.
Then her skirt was released and as the fabric cascaded down, she felt Al's hand slip under it to palm her cheeks over her panty. His fingers squeezed the fleshy mounds, then his hand slipped underneath her panty. His middle finger quickly found her crack. She felt it press down into her crack, then move lower until his dry finger was situated at her opening. The sexual thrill was too much for her. She turned her head slightly so she could just see his face - Was he smiling? - then once again faced the door.
"Very well," he finally said. He released his hold on her and walked away.
Sunny relaxed but knew not to move until he told her to. He was in control. he was her master. Time passed slowly as she waited. She heard him walking round the room, then heard the TV volume turned up: The sound of slaps against skin, each followed by a woman's anguished replay.
"Is this what you like?" Al said behind her.
She turned to see him sitting on the foot of the bed. He used the remote in his hand to point at the screen. His other hand held the DVD box she had forgotten to hide. She glanced at the current scene: in a classroom, a professor had a blond student placed over a school desk. She watched him cane the girl a few times, mesmerized.
Al spoke again, more sharply than before: "I said: Is this what you like?"
She looked over at him. His stare was so intense she had to look away, down at the floor. "Yes, I guess so."
"You GUESS so?" He tossed the DVD box onto the bed. "Get over here."
As she took several steps toward him, he patted his lap twice. She stopped just inches from him and waited. What happened next happened quickly. He reached up with his right hand and grabbed the front of her shirt. Ashe pulled at it roughly his left hand reached up and grabbed her arm. Sunny tumbled forward, roughly landing over his lap.
"We'll see how much you REALLY like it," he spat at her. "Lift up your skirt."
Her right arm was contorted between her back and his stomach; she moved it lower and tugged her skirt up. Her other arm was resting on the floor, propping herself up to hold her balance; Al reached for her bicep and pulled at it until both arms were pulled behind her. Leaning over his lap, blood rushed towards her head, filling her with a dizziness. Once again her panty-ied ass was exposed to him, and once again she was in a restrained position. She listened to the muffle screams of the woman on the DVD. Now, she knew, it would be her turn.
Once again he made her wait. Lying over his lap, she anticpated the spanking, and with each passing second she grew more excited. The dampness between her legs was growing as well. After what seemed like hours, she felt his hand grab her panty and bunch it up, squeezing it into the crack of her ass, so that her ass cheeks were fully exposed. And then it began: WHACK! His hand landed square against her left cheek, hard enough to hurt. WHACK! Another slap, this time on her other cheek. WHACK! She felt her body press down against his lap. WHACK! Al's palm slapped her over her crack.
Then a series of hard slaps: WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Enough?" he asked.
She swallowed hard, surprised that he had used so much force. Her cheeks were stinging. "Enough," she replied meekly.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"It hurt," she answered.
"But did you enjoy it?"
Before she could answer, she felt his hand on her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart. Then his hand moved up and pulled her sticky panty away from her crotch. "Your cunt is soaking wet. You're like a bitch in heat. Aren't you?"
She looked down at the carpeted floor. "Yes."
And then he lowered his hand until his fingers rested on her sex. He pushed his hand hard against her vaginal lips and began to move it up and down, up and down, and she moved her hips in the same rhythym.
"Does my doggie like her cunt petted?"
"Yes," she panted.
"That's not how dogs speak."
She thought for a minute, then replied with a weak bark. When he commanded her to speak louder, she growled out a loud RUFF! It made her feel silly, but also ashamed.
"Does my dog need her cunt fingered?"
"RUFF!" she answered loudly.
And Al obliged. He slipped two fingers roughly into her opening, and as he did this his thumb inched upwards and under her bunched up panty to find her crack. "More?" he asked, and when she barked he let his thumb circle her asshole.
When she turned her head to face him, he placed his left hand on the back of her head and forced her head down. He kept his hand there as his other hand dug in and out of her crotch, and soon slipped a third finger inside her. His movements brought her closer to climax, and to egg him on Sunny let out little yelps and barks, excited now to be his dog. Her belly rested in his lap and she could feel the growing bulge between his legs.
"Cum for me," he ordered, and seconds later she felt the rush of her orgasm overtaking her. Her pussy was getting wetter, and she bucked her hips as if her vagina was trying to suck in his whole hand. Al kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her, until her body exploded.
And when it was over he removed his hand from he back of her neck and his fingers from between her legs. At first she thought he would give her time to rest, to breathe, to return to normal, but instead he pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. He stood up and quickly undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He let his pants fall down his legs and pulled down his underwear, then presented his hard-on to her.
She stared at it longingly, and watched as he stroked himself slowly. She wanted to reach over and grab it with her hands, and take it in her mouth. She looked up at Al.
"Does my dog want to lick me?"
"Ruff!" she barked.
"Stick out your tongue."
She did so willingly, thrusting it out of her mouth. She was sitting on her haunches, leaning forward towards him. Al moved closer, with his penis now just inches from her mouth.
"But you know what dogs really like to lick, don't you." He raised his eyebrows.
It took her a few seconds to realize his meaning. He was going to make her lick his ass! The thought initially turned her off. It wasn't something she did before. Her husband's ass was hairy, and the thought disgusted her. And yet...
He took a few steps away from the bed, but was still facing her. "Are you ready to lick me like the dog you are?"
It was so degrading, and yet there she was getting wet again. She nodded her head.
"Come," he odered her.
She got on all fours, her hands and knees on the motel room's rough carpet. She crawled to him, keeping her tongue out like a panting dog, and brushed past his leg. She rested her head against the side of his thigh, then continued to move behind him, nudging his ass with her cheek. She could see his arm moving - he was stroking himself - but then she diverted her attention to his backside. She set her nose at the bottom of his crack, then lifted her head up, trailing her nose along the crack of his ass.
"That's a good girl - smell my ass."
She stopped when her nose was just above his asshole, and took a whiff. It smelled surprisingly clean and he was shaved somewhat. The sight and smell wasn't nearly as disgusting as she had imagined. She dug her nose in deeper and inhaled.
"Lick it, doggie. Get your tongue in deep."
She needed little prodding. She filled her mouth with saliva then dabbed her wet tongue along his opening. As her tongue began to prod him, he bent towards the bed, sticking his ass out to her.
"Get in deeper - spread my cheeks."
She used one hand to pull at his left cheek, opening up his crack. As her tongue probed his anus, he gave her permission to touch herself. She shoved two fingers into her pussy, and her thumb rubbed her clit. She licked him furiously and fingered herself, and knew he was jerking himself further. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth and clamped her lips around his ass, then sloppily licked him up and down.
His voice was frantic, staggered: "Good dog ... get me ... so hot... so close."
She was getting close, too, her thumb rubbing circles around her clit, and then he stepped away and spun around.
"Open your mouth," he commanded as he brought his cock close to her face. He grabbed it with both hands, and she leaned closer and opened her mouth. "Finger yourself good," he told her, and as she continued to finger-fuck herself, he rubbed himself faster and faster, and as her orgasm exploded he came, too, shooting thick globs onto her face, the sticky white liquid landing on her cheeks and lips. "Lick it up he," he ordered and as her body shook with her orgasm, her tongue tasted the hot cum of this dominant stranger. Then he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his cock to her lips, and he shoved his penis into her mouth. "So... good..." he told her. "So... fucking... goood."
His penis was shrinking now and she easly took all of it into her mouth. SHe looked up at her new master.
"Good dog, Sunny. You've been a very good dog." Al reached down to pat her head. "So far...."
Written during May/June, 2007 / Revised June 18, 2007
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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