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| By Paulina |
Dream Girl
She finally relented, and took a chance, a chance to meet the man whose voice she hadn't even heard. She only saw his words on her computer screen, echoing what she longed to hear, to feel, to experience.
She entered the dark musky bar that was crowded to capacity. Eyes turned toward her as she made her way inside, past the tables with half empty glasses and filled ash trays. She wondered how she would recognize him. The most recent photograph that he sent of himself wasn't very clear. She knew that he was tall and had dark features, but wasn't sure she would recognize him in this sea of faces. She told him she would be wearing a crisp white button down blouse and a short olive green skirt, since she would be coming straight from work. She looked around, glancing at faces for any sign of recognition. She saw some men eyeing her, and wondered if any of them were HIM.
She decided that if she did not see him right away, she would leave, taking that as a sign that this was all wrong. Giving the room one last glance, she turned toward the Exit ready to make her escape. As she made her way toward the doorway, she noticed in the far corner of the bar a single table nestled in a dark corner that she hadn't noticed when she first came in. There he was. She knew the instant that she laid eyes on him. He too saw her, as soon as she walked in. He knew it was her, even if she would not have described what she would be wearing. He sensed her, he knew her. He could almost feel her heart beating with his own. He saw her instantly when she came in. He watched her as she nervously looked around the establishment, glancing at faces, sensing that she almost hoped that he had stood her up. She stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that he had been watching her all this time, and looked at him. A cool hint of a smile crossed his lips. He looked better than the hazy photographs she downloaded on her computer. He wore a dark turtleneck sweater, and black jeans, that appeared to fit his lean body well, very well indeed, she thought. She too gave a tentative smile, not sure if she should run; she knew that if she did not, it would be a path with no return. She knew that her life would never be the same after this moment, no matter what did or did not transpire between them. Sensing her ambivalence, he motioned with his finger beckoning her to come closer, willing her against her own will. She could almost hear his words in her ear: "Come on little girl, come to Daddy".
She took a first tentative step toward him; his eyes fixed on hers. Almost in a hypnotic trance, she followed the crook of his beckoning finger and stood in front of his table. He slowly looked her up and down, admiring the vision. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes, and she felt flushed at that gesture. He patted the seat next to him, inviting her to sit down, yet almost challenging her as well. He was toying with her, and she knew it yet she felt trapped and uncertain of her own emotions. Nervously she sat down next to him. A look of cocky satisfaction crossed his face. He finally looked deeply into her eyes, and she into his. A familiar feeling came over her. He didn't seem like a stranger but someone whom she might have known all her life.
"You are beautiful," she finally heard him say. His voice was as she expected: warm and rich and confident. She didn't trust herself to speak, knowing that her usual melodic voice might sound shrill from her nervousness. But to her surprise, when she told him that she found him attractive too, her voice did not betray her. Her heart was beating fast, as he looked her up and down, stopping at her hair line, and down to the top buttons of her blouse. She had left two buttons undone, revealing a smooth neck with just a hint of her cleavage exposed.
"Open another button," she heard him said nonchalantly, as though he were ordering a hamburger from the waitress or commenting on the weather. It wasn't a request or a command, just a matter of fact sort of way. She was shocked and looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean? Here, now? In front of all these people?". "Yes", he uttered, taking a sip of his beer without taking his eyes off of hers, "now." She could almost hear her own heart in her ears and her breath quickened visibly. He smiled confidently. It wasn't a dare or a threat, it was just a casual statement. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of all of this; feeling her body begin to betray her usual cool exterior. To her own surprise, she rationalized that the bar was dark, and they were seated in a far corner away from most other people, that probably she would not be seen. With trembling fingers, she reached down to the top button, still staring into his eyes she undid it.
Fear and excitement rushing through her body. She did not believe what she was doing; she knew that this was impossible, yet here she was, unbuttoning her blouse scandalously in front of all of these people. He turned away from her in satisfaction, toward his beer, and took another sip and casually said, "good girl." She felt both confused and excited and not sure, if she should bolt for the door while it still was not too late. But she knew she wouldn't, couldn't, even if she wanted to. "Open the blouse," he said coolly, watching her intently again. Without hesitation now she parted her blouse, and the bra that she selected that morning was totally exposed. Staring boldly into her eyes, he reached down unceremoniously, and undid yet another button, pulling her blouse apart roughly, completely shocking her. He casually inspected the undergarment that she had chosen. "Very good, you remembered that I like lace," he said, pleased at knowing that she had wanted to please him. The sheer white fabric concealed very little, and he could see her hard nipples pushing against the material. She could feel his eyes searing into her flesh. Her face felt flushed again. She didn't know what to do or say, but just sat there seemingly under his spell.
Without a warning, he reached down, cupped her left breast in his right hand and squeezed it firmly, feeling the fullness of her breast. He could feel her hard nipple against his palm, and reached to pinch it with his fingers while continuing to knead her breast in his hand. He then leaned down and quickly drew his mouth to her nipple through the material of her bra. She could not move; all she was aware of was his mouth on her nipple, taking it deeply into his mouth, feeling his teeth gently bite it through the fabric and sucking it. His hand held her breast firmly as his tongue made her nipple wet through the thin lace. He sucked it hard, very hard. Pain engulfed it and a strange aching sensation sent waves of electricity to her belly; she could feel her panties becoming moist. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, hoping to stop the moisture from overtaking her.
She looked down as his head was moving at her breast up and down, and in circles, and his tongue and mouth devoured her tender flesh. She became oblivious to the people around them. All she knew was that she didn't want him to stop. His teeth bit harder and she felt his hand at her tightly clenched thighs. He pulled her right thigh toward him, parting her now limp legs. His mouth was harsher now, sucking harder, biting stronger and she had to bite her lip to stop her mounting moans. She felt his hand at her now open legs, reaching for her lace panties. She grabbed his hand, in an effort to stop him. She knew that she was losing control. This was so out of character for her, to be with a man she actually just met for the first time and in a public place, knowing that she was not free to be with any man in any place, yet here she was, letting him suck her nipple in front of other people.
He stopped and lifted his face to hers, looking her dead in the eyes, not releasing his hold of her inner thigh. "I can't," she finally whispered breathlessly. "I must have lost my mind." "Let go of my hand," she heard him say, in a voice that sent chills up her spine. Like a robot, she complied without hesitation, and took her hand away. He did not take his eyes of off hers. "Open your legs," she heard him say, in a voice that was more commanding than it was before......
She looked into his eyes, hoping against hope, that she could resist, that she would resist, but instead she felt herself parting her legs while his hand was still at her inner thigh. "Don't stop me again, is that understood"? he said in a hushed voice that did not conceal his resolve at having her exactly as he wanted her. She found that she could not even utter a sound, but shook her head yes; her eyes still fixed on his, wondering what he had in mind for her. She knew that he knew, that she was under his spell, under his control. Her will left her, without a warning. She prided herself on being strong willed and in control of her life and her high status position. Yet now here, with him, she was a like a puppet, and he the Master Puppeteer pulling her strings at his will.
With her thighs still spread apart as he has instructed, he lifted his hands and buttoned her blouse up, leaving her very stunned and confused. He leaned back in his seat and swallowed the last of the beer that was in his mug. She sat there just watching him. As silly as it sounded to her, she was waiting for his next move, his next instruction. A woman who told others what to do, whose lives she had held in her hands, was waiting for a man she hardly knew to lead her out of the emotional jungle that she found herself lost in. This was new territory to her, and she did not know the terrane, did not know what to do or think next. Time hung like a heavy curtain over her, not revealing the next moment. This instant is all that she knew. Her past had vanished into an oblivion of these new emotions. Her future did not exist. If she were to die this very moment, she would not regret it. For this brief moment in time, she felt something that was confined within her all of her life, becoming liberated, being set free; something that she had no idea was even inside of her till this very instant.
Before she could collect her thoughts, she felt his hand take hers, helping her to her feet. As they left the bar, the cold air of the spring evening did not shake her out of her trance. She followed him like a child being led by her daddy to some secret adventure. His hand was warm in hers. As they walked, he took his jacket off and placed it around her shoulders, shielding her from the cool night air. "It's cold," he said, as he placed his arm around her shoulder protectively. She smiled up at him tentatively and just nodded feebly.
They walked for what felt to her was hours. Time stood still, as did her thoughts. All she was aware of was how her body felt, how that electricity that he turned on in the darkness of the bar, did not go away. She felt her moist lace panties chafe her as they clung to her crotch, sending more excitement through her with every step. He finally stopped in front of a brownstone building, rummaged for his keys in his pocket and held the door open for her as she walked into his lavish apartment. He did not turn on the lights but took her hand and led her to a large bedroom, which was dimly lit. The large picture window illuminated the city street below them. He faced her, looking down at her shivering body, he removed his jacket from her shoulders and tossed it on a nearby large leather chair. "What now," she thought, as her body continued to betray her.
He did not say a word, but reached up for her blouse again, and one by one undid her buttons till they were all undone. He pulled her blouse out of her skirt, and tossed it on top of his jacket on the chair. She realized, that he hadn't even kissed her and looked at his lips, which looked warm and soft. She just stood still almost like a statute, allowing him to do what he wanted. He reached behind her and unzipped the zipper on her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She now stood in her high heeled pumps, the thigh high hose that she had chosen carefully that morning and her white lace bikini panties and matching bra. He looked at her approvingly and walked around her, inspecting every morsel of her from the back, from head to toe, running his fingers gently at the elastic of her panties. "Nice," he finally said with satisfaction, "very nice." She lost all sense of herself. Usually being modest, now she didn't seem to care that she was standing in her undergarments in front of a man whom she just met in person less than an hour ago.
"Sit down" he instructed, motioning with his head toward the king size bed. She sad down, stepping out of her skirt that was now in a heap on the floor. He bent down to pick up the skirt, and carefully folded it, and placed it on top of the other garments on the large leather chair. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him intently. He stepped out of his loafers and removed his black turtle neck sweater, revealing his well toned upper body. He came closer to where she was sitting, still in his black jeans and reached behind her to unfasten her lace bra, revealing her full round breasts. Her nipples hardened at once and he rubbed her right nipple with his thumb as he tossed her bra on the chair. "Mmmm nice," she heard his say approvingly. She looked up at him standing in front of her and saw him reach for the zipper of his black jeans, drawing it downward. Her heart stood still and she held her breath. He smiled knowingly and unclasped his pants.
He told her in one of his e-mails that he didn't wear underpants and when he pulled his jeans down she saw for the first time his erect penis. "You know what is coming next, don't you sweetie," he said sardonically. She nodded, without taking her eyes off of his eyes. "Good," he said in satisfaction. "Now open your mouth for me sweetheart," he said almost tenderly. She knew that it was useless to resist and opened her mouth tentatively. He smiled down at her in amusement, and rubbed her lips with the pad of his thumb. "Now darlin', you know that won't do," he said, still smiling in amusement at the naive girl. "Open wide," he said, with much less amusement. A bit stunned at his change of demeanor, she opened her mouth wider, as he inserted his thumb into her mouth. "Show me how you suck," he said coolly. Still stearing up at him, she began to suck his thumb. "Suck harder," he instructed.
She complied and began to suck with eagerness, noticing herself becoming increasingly wet. He removed his thumb from her mouth, and told her to keep it open wide, now that he sampled her eagerness. With her mouth open wide, she closed her eyes and felt the tip of his penis brush against the tip of her tongue, tasting him for the first time. "Good Girl," he said as he stepped closer toward her, sending his penis deeper into her mouth. "That's a good girl, now suck it" She hesitated, and opened her eyes, and saw a look in his eyes, that told her that it was useless to resists; this was inevitable, despite any reservations that she might be entertaining at this time. She began to suck him tentatively at first tasting him, taking his scent in. She then proceeded to suck more vigorously, licking his cock with her tongue when he almost was out of her mouth. Her saliva moistened his hard cock, making it glisten in the darkened room. He could feel her tongue working the head of his penis, sucking it harder as her fingers wrapped around his shaft firmly, stroking it deeper into her hot wet mouth. The sucking sounds excited him even more, as did looking down at her.
With her heart shaped lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock, she looked up at him. Her eyes seemed to be glazed over, as her mouth was relentless on his cock. He could feel her teeth gently scraping him as she took him deeply. Her wet tongue lapping at his opening then nibbling gently on the head of his cock, and once again plunging deeply into her mouth. As her sucking became stronger, he could feel her taking him deeper into her throat, sucking faster and deeper and harder. Her moaning became louder, as her warm hand held him firmly, sending shivers down to his balls. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and plunged her mouth deep onto his cock, holding off his impending explosion. He loved the sight of his cock going in and out of her mouth, watching her satisfaction at sucking him deeper and faster. "That's it, that's a good girl," he groaned under his breath. "Take it all in," "that's a good girl." He knew that he could not hold back much longer.
Her mouth was so sweet on his cock; he loved the feeling of being in her warm, wet mouth, feeling her suck and lick him. He finally pushed her hand away, taking another fistful of her hair, he humped her mouth faster and harder than before. He heard her gasp, and moan, watching his cock go in and out of her mouth faster, leaving a stream of her lipstick on him. God, he loved that; watching her lips pursed around his enormous hard on. He pumped deeper and harder still. "Ever swallow cum?", he finally asked, in a controlled voice. She shook her head no and he smiled. "Good," he said, still humping her mouth, "always a first time for everything." "You are being such a good girl, I will be gentle," he said sarcastically. And with that he thrust deeply into her mouth and held still, while the eruption of his cock was becoming imminent. He felt his cock give in to the pressure that was becoming unbearable and exploded into her mouth violently, sending his thick sticky cum deep into her throat.
"Swallow," he said as he heard her gagging. She hesitated for a moment and began swallowing his cum with every spasm of his cock. "Mmmm.....ohhh yes.......good girl, yes....", he whispered as he continued to pump her wet, cum strewn mouth. As his own orgasm was coming to an end, he saw and felt her spasms overtake her and she shivered and groaned loudly. He realized that she had been rubbing her own pussy with her hand the whole time, while she was sucking his cock. He smiled approvingly. "This one is a keeper," he mused to himself in satisfaction.
The alarm clock rang loudly. Half awake, she reluctantly turned lazily to shut it off, still relishing the dream that left her pajama bottoms soaking wet. "Mmmm".....she sighed to herself with a satisfied smile, licking her moist fingers. "Not a bad way to start the day"...she giggled, as she leaped out of her bed.
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Articles: The New Patient
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