AUTHOR	MeaCulpa1999
DATE ADDED	1st January, 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL	MeaCulpa1999@aol.com
STORY CODES	M/F

I had placed an ad on an a usenet newsgroup. I was a graduate student at the time and had my own apartment in a highrise apartment complex a few miles from the school. It was a larger building at the back of a complex, nice and private, no one bothered to notice who was coming and going.

Most of my classes where at night which left my days free to troll the internet and have cybersex with those others home during the day.

Linda had answered my ad and we had begun to chat online. Linda's husband worked during the day leaving her free during the day. We talked and she asked me if she could give me a call. The though of giving this person I had just met online my phone number was both scary because it strips you of the anominity. But I had though of this before and the idea excited me. So I typed my number in the chat box, hesitated for a brief second and then sent it. She responded that she would give me a few minutes to get offline and then would give me a call.

Linda was aggressive. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. And now she wanted to have a fling during the day with a younger man, and here I was. The phone rang minutes later and after some small talk, went right into phonesex. She asked me to describe what I would do with her if she ever visited me. I began to describe a wild sex session and I peppered it with innuendo about dominating her and forcing myself on her. She seemed to respond to this the best and I added more and more of it.

Our sex sessions where repeated again that week, and on the third time she suggested that we meet. By this time I didn't know much about her other than she lived about a half hour away, her husband worked during the day and she wanted a fling. As was typical for her she was direct in her question whether I would go through with a meeting and afternoon sex session. She needed discretion and wanted to come down to my place during the day, consummate the act, and then just walk out of my life as quickly as she came in. No strings attached. The idea thrilled me.

We agreed on the following Tuesday, and I suggested her coming over right after her husband left for work in the morning, that way we wouldn't have to rush and would have plenty of time to go home and wash off any sign of her infidelity before her husband came home. In fact, it was barely ten o'clock when I buzzed her into the building.

There was a knock at the door and there she was in the flesh. She was a bit shorter than myself, at least ten years my senior and of moderate good looks. I invited her in exchanging a nervous handshake with pleasantries as she walked passed me. She sat down on the couch and despite the early hour of the day, poured each of us a glass whiskey over ice.

I sat down next to her on the couch. It was so formal, like a business transaction; we were about to have an exchange of lust completely devoid of the intimacy normally shared by lovers. My stomach was full of butterflies and a hard warm feeling grew between my legs. Our small talk lasted to the bottom of our drinks. We talked about my studies and the internet and other people we each have chatted with. We talked openly about cybersex like it is a natural part of our daily routines. She told me that she was tired of fantasies and she needed to make some experiences reality. I offered my services in that regard. Blushing she looked down at the floor, all sense of the dominant character from before was gone, she said that she hoped that I would dominate her.

"Take off your top," I said without warning. She hesitated for only a second before crossing her arms pulling the sweater up and over her head leaving her ample breasts covered only by her white lace bra.

"Now stand up, right over here. I want your to remove your bra, slowly, place it on the floor and your feet and stand with your hands at your sides." It was delicious watching her comply with my orders. Slowly and deliberately her fingers worked the hooks in back of her bra until she was able to bring the ends together in the front rendering the garment lifeless at her feet. Her full, ample breasts hung on display.

Under the couch my toys were waiting in anticipation of this afternoon. Pulling out a set of handcuffs, I walked behind her putting my hand around the base of her neck and locking a cuff around her right wrist. I joined it together with the other one and made sure that they were tight. With her hands secured behind her, I came around and put my mouth to hers. She obediently opened and I sucked her tongue. My fingers then found her belt and unbuckled it. I took her jeans off, one leg at a time. Her socks came off too.

She stood before me in lacy white underwear. The garment was both modest and sexy in the way it thoroughly covered her sex yet accented her curvy middle age hips. I was getting excited and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. She showed no signs of resistance or reluctance to my increasingly harsh orders. I was stripped down to my jeans as I buckled the ball gag under auburn hair. I roughly fondled her breast from behind and pulled down her panties.

I pulled Linda's panties down and her excitement was obvious from the string of sticky fluid that stretched from the lips protruding from her pubic hair to the retreating panties. With a slap on the thigh, I ordered her legs farther apart and it must have been embarrassing for her to be on display like this. I worked my hand over her mound wiping some of the wetness onto my flesh. She was soaked with the musky fluid. I led her to the back of my couch.

"Keep your legs apart." I said fastening leather cuffs around her ankles. Followed by a wooden bar between her legs that clipped to the hooks on the ends to the cuffs effectively fixing her legs wide enough apart that she had trouble standing.

"Lean forward. Put yourself over the back of the couch." She bowed over presenting her ass. I slapped it with my hand and she shot up in surprise. "Forward!" I said pushing her back over.

Unlocking one of her cuffed hands, I brought her arms over her head and joined her wrists above her so that after a rope was fed between the links in the cuffs and joined to a ring under the front of the couch, her ass was placed high in the air on the back of the couch. I then joined a rope from the spreader bar between her legs to another link in the floor under her. In this position, Linda was completely immobile and on display for my use. The top of her sensitive mound, including her clit, was pressed mercilessly into the rough rug-like material that made up the back of the couch.

From this position, Linda's pouting vaginal lips protruded out from under the folds of her sex and contrasted against the neatly trimmed pubic hair nestled between her thighs. Her ass crack was relaxed and somewhat open, leaving a straight, dark cleft separating the cheeks and continuing in a gentle oval pattern betraying the location of her anus within.

Placing my hand on the globes of her ass, I opened her up spreading all of her most intimate body parts open obscenely for my inspection. The inside of her crack was warm with a slight sticky feel on my chin and nose as I began to taste her. I did a thorough cleaning of the entire inside of her checks before turning my attention to flitting my tongue over her dark, wrinkled asshole. My tongue continued to her opening, at first gently then growing more bold with each pass until I graduated to using my fingers to stretch it open to get my tongue in as far as possible.

Linda's breathing behind the gag grew quicker as I worked on her backside and my cock remained swollen and pressed firmly in the denim prison of my jeans. Satisfied that I had enjoyed all the taste out of her ass that I could get, as well as some of the musky flavor out of her vagina, it was time to fuck her. I stood up behind her doubled over form and ground the lump in my jeans in her crack.

"Want some cock bitch?" I called out to only to be met with incoherent grunts and groans in return. I wasn't entirely sure she was happy with what we were doing or even if she had intended to be penetrated when she came over today. At this point it didn't matter anyway because she had already decided to give up her ability do chose when she asked to be dominated. Either way, I didn't intend on stopping until I was fully satisfied and that included sex.

I unbuckled my pants and slid them off unceremoniously along with my underwear, leaving my bare cock nestled in the her crack and sandwiched between her cheeks. A little work moving it up and down her crack and against her wet lips was all it took to get her moistness to begin forming on the stretched skin of my cock. Oh, what heaven! I worked it all over her openings while the first thoughts of whether or not I should use protection crept into my mind.

Really, there was no good reason not to use a condom. I didn't know this woman, whether or not she was on birth control, how many times she had fucked random people or even if the name she gave me was her true name. It was all so filthy and arousing having this older woman tied over my couch in this position with all these questions about her twisting around in my mind and the only course of action I could do was to open her cheeks as far as possible and push my unprotected cock straight into her now gaping pussy hole.

Some sort of squeal come out from behind the gag as I drove the swollen head into her right up to the entrance of her womb. The force of my thrusts pushed her tortured clit that much harder into the couch and the wetness caused the hair between our legs to matt against our bodies as it soaked up the sweat and secretions of our lust. The final consummation of our adulterous act was well on its way and the orgasm that followed spurted my seed deep into Linda's body.

I withdrew my cock from Linda's pussy holding the lips so as to prevent any of semen from leaking out of her body. I used a strip of duck tape on the tender folds of her flesh, and as much of her pubic hair as possible, to seal in all of the wetness and discourage removal of the tape until much later in the day.

Linda dressed and walked out of my life as quickly as she came in. Before leaving she thanked me for exceeding her expectations and left me only with her underwear and one really great memory.

BACK TO MAIN