Finding Mrs Channing

[Sir_Roger]

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OOC
Josh Barnes, 29 years old, 5-11, brown hair, and eyes.
Josh is an IT/Computer advisor/technician at Staples.
He is always well dressed and smart looking, it is a thing with him.

Josh will eventually blackmail Mrs Channing into having a relationship, aka fucking

IC
I still could not believe that this was Mrs Channing on the website I was looking at. Not only was she here, but she was posting photos too, nude ones, showing everything. And asking guys to send her photos of themselves, coming on her pictures!

As I say, I could not believe it, I mean, she is a class act. In her 30`s I guess, and stacked? is she ever, damn I would love to stick my cock, among other things into her, and no fucking mistake.

ANyway, I sold her a computer, 6 weeks ago now, top of the range, and I went round to install it as well. Her husband is a Captain on one of those gigantic oil tankers, away for months at a time. It seems that he had told her, get the best PC there is, so that they could communicate via theInternet.

Fuck me but she was communicating all right, showing the world her tits and pussy!
Not that I was complaining, far from it.

I had seen her close up.
I knew where she lived.
And I was sure, that given the right circumstances, well you know.

I read her words again,

"Come on guys, send me pics of you cumming on my tits, give a lonely lady a little lift, ya know"

It did not take long, minutes even, to print of her pic, and snap my 7 and half inch cock, adoring it.
I sent her a Private Message, with the photo, under my nicname of ITman, wondering, would she respond at all?

 

[July06]

OOC
Samantha Channing, 31, 5-9, red hair, hazel eyes
Samantha (aka Sam) is a fashion consultant for some of the more rich ladies in the neighborhood.
She is almost always dressed formally outside the house, but loves to just relax in sweets at home (though no one knows that)
Married to Richard for almost four years, she loved him, but he was away a lot, too much in Sam’s opinion

IC
I can’t believe I did that. I posed that picture, the one Richard, my husband, took, on the internet. I didn’t even take my face out of it!! What was I thinking? And then to put my e-mail address and ask for pictures of guys cumming on it? I must be certifiably insane. In wonder if there is some way for me to get it all off?

Even as I sat their thinking this, my mail box just started to fill up. Unable to help myself I opened the first one.

“Oh…My…God” I whispered.

It didn’t seem to matter how wrong this was, just seeing some guys cock and cum on my picture was getting me wet. I couldn’t stop it. And after seeing the first I couldn’t help looking at the rest.

Thoughts of Richard kept popping in to my head, that he wanted me to get this so that we could talk more, not so that I could betray him. But I couldn’t stop. I hadn’t been this excited in a long time.

Seeing that my message box was filling, and because it felt so nice, seeing all these, I figured it was only polite to write a quick thank you to everyone that sent me a picture. And so I sat there for the next 15 min, just typing a quick thank you.

 

[Sir_Roger]

Josh at home

Of course I had not been able to check at the store and see if july, that was her nic by the way, had replied to my PM.

If I was caught on a sex site at work,? Well, instant dismissal at the very elast, not to mention shame. I hurried home when we closed, rushing in the apartment, and checking my PC. And yes! there it was, a little note from Mrs Channing, of course no one else knew it was her I hoped, she was just july to them.

I was a little disappointed though, I had hoped for more from her, then I thought about it, and realised that a stack of guys would have sent her a PM.
With photos also, saying they wanted to suck her tits, and to fuck her, lots of stuf flike that.

Then it occurred to me, that was it!

I needed to be a little more subtle, to stand out from the crowd, that way I would get her attention. And hopefully, begin to build a relationship, allbeit online at first, but a relationship that could grow.

Only one thing for it I figured, and began to ype my note to Mrs Channing aka july.


Hello again july ,
And thank you so much for replying to my message. I was worried that my picture might offend you, as I have never done anything like this before. You know, taken such a private photo. It is a little embarassing, and takes some getting used to I must admit.
And I have to say, you are very brave indeed, posting your wonderful photos must have taken a lot of courage. And for that I admire you july, very much so.

Please tell me if I am being too forward here, but, I would dearly love to talk more here with you, and see more of you. Oh dear, that sounds awful, didnt it?
What I mean is show you more of me also, as well.
Damn I feel foolish now.
Please reply dear july, that is all that I ask for now
Please

ITman.

 

[July06]

After looking at what felt like the millionth picture, they started blurring together. The novelty of it was wearing off; no more little spark when I looked at them. With this I had shut down my computer, figuring I could try back later tonight. But although I spent the whole day going about like normal, I felt like everyone was staring at me. I tried to ignore it, but my neck kept itching.

Finally after a mostly boring day I finally was able to go home and just soak in a nice warm bath. Figuring I had spent enough time away from the computer, that hopefully some of the spark was going to return, I booted it up when I got out. Sitting in front of my computer in my oh so soft bath robe, I opened my mail. There where a bunch more pictures and the now standard vulgar sentence or two. Though they still sent a spark down my spine, they started grossing me out more often than not.

But then there was this one message. I think the only reason I opened it was that it didn’t have any attachments. That, today, was an oddity with what I had posted. Opening it up I read what this guy, ITman wrote. And read it again…and again….and again….and again. Something about it drew me, it felt so genuine. For some reason it felt so nice when he said I was brave. When that thought popped in my head I quickly shut it down. What was I doing? I was married. This was indecent. What would my friend think?!

I made myself something to eat, and sat down with a good book, but my mind kept drifting to that letter. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore and opened it up again, a little relived that I hadn’t deleted it. I just sat there, in front of the computer, gazing at the screen. I couldn’t decide whether I just wanted to read it, or write back. If I actually wrote back then who ever this guy was would take it as consent to write back. Was that what I wanted?

Still extremely nervous, I finally decided that this was only on the computer, it’s not going to go beyond that, and I’ll never meet this guy, and I’m feeling lonely with Richard gone for so long. It’s not going to hurt anyone. Talking myself into it I started typing:

Hi ITman
No your picture didn’t offend me. It is what I posted I wanted after all, wasn’t it? Though, to be honest, I don’t really remember which one was yours. As you probably guessed I received a lot today, and often just deleted them after I looked at them.

As for brave, I don’t know. I think I’m just going to actually take the picture off. I did it on the spur of the moment, and am kind of regretting it right now. But for some reason, I wouldn’t mind, um…maybe…talk to you some more another time, maybe. If you want. Though I’m not sure if I’m up to showing you (physically) anymore of myself right now, but we can talk. And seeing as I’ve only seen one part of you, do you think I can see the rest, or at least have a description.

If I’ve put you off, then I am sorry and just forget it. But if not, talk to you later

July

 

[Sir_Roger]

I could not believe it at first, an answer from July, in under an hour. My plan must have been a good one, to be subtle, and not too intense. I opened the mail, and read her words, smiling softly to myself. For some reason, i felt like a spider, drawing her into my web. But, I had to be careful, she may indeed be a Black Widow, we would see no doubt in the fullness of time, no doubt at all.

I had to answer immediately, I just had to, but first, a photo or two.
I set the digital camera on self time,a nd took a few shots, all without showing my face though. And only one of me naked, and holding my half erect cock , which I was not too sure about.

Sitting naked at the computer, I started to type.


Hi again July,
And again thank you
You ask what I look like, or something like that, well, I am 29, 5 foot eleven tall, and quite well built, you know, a little muscular, from the wights. I have brown hair, and brown eyes also.

Oh yes, I just took some photos, not like that other one, well, in one I am naked, but I am not sending you that one, unless you ask to see it of course.

Here is one of me without my shirt, from the neck down. I do hope it meets with your approval July, I really do.
If you want tos ee more, just ask,
Oh yes, as you may have guessed I work in IT, my nic gave it away I imagine. I wonder if yours does, is your name Julie? Or were you born in July?

Oh dear, too many questions I fear

Please write back soon
IT

 

[July06]

After I sent the message, I just sat staring at my computer. Kind of in a daze by the mere fact that I sent it. I don’t even know this guy. Why the heck am I writing to him?! That thought wouldn’t go away, but I just sat there.

I was startled out of my daze by a loud ding. It was my computer telling me I had a message. I almost fell out of my chair it startled me so much, and so quickly too. I really hadn’t been expecting an answer so quickly.

Seeing that there was an attachment I opened that first. It was a nice body. The chest was bare. There seemed to be something familiar about it, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. But what ever it was, it was making me a little nervous.

Now reading the letter, I blushed a little at his saying I had to ask to see the picture of him naked. That wasn’t fair. He didn’t have to ask to see mine, why was he making me ask for it? That was just so annoying. And now I couldn’t get the thought of that picture out of my head. It was teasing me, tempting me, just waiting for me to break and ask him for it. But I decided not to. I wasn’t going to. If he didn’t want to show it to me, then he didn’t have to. I wasn’t going to chase after it.

But some how, but getting even the picture without his face, it seemed a little more real. The question was whether I wanted it to be more real. I kind of wanted to see his face, so that we where on even footing. He had seen my face, why couldn’t I see his? Maybe then this nagging in the back of my mind would go away. Something telling me to be wary.

No sure exactly what to do with all these confusing thoughts I figured I might as well write back. I can end it when ever I want, right? And he doesn’t know me…right?

ITman

Thanks for the picture, you look nice *blush*. You’re a little younger than me, but that’s ok. I don’t mind your question, as long as you answer mine . And yes, as you guessed, July stands for my birthday, the 6th actually, so it’s coming up. Is that a good thing, or not? I haven’t really decided yet, lol. When’s yours?

Totally different questions, do you like your job? The people you work for? With?

And, I know this may sound weird, but we haven’t met, have we? Your picture kind of reminds me of someone, but I can’t remember who. Oh never mind

Talk to you later

July

 

[Sir_Roger]

All was well, until I read the question about, "Have we met"?
That threw me completely, for I had spent two hours in her home, not 6 weeks ago, setting up her PC!
How the fuck was I going to get out of this one? I had to think, and to think fast also. I could tell her who I work for, and that I visit about 10 to 15 homes per day sorting IT problems. Then I would have an excuse for "not recognising her?". I see so many people.
I decided on something else too, that might also deflect her attention.


Hello again,
My birthday is at Christmas unfortunately, the 24th, but never mind that, Happy Birthday for the 6th, when it gets here.
And as an early gift, i am sending that photo, the naked one, and please, promise you wont laugh at it.

I work with people yes, going round sorting out virus problems mostly, sometimes ten places a day. And yes, I love the job, I get all over the county some days, and I meet so many people, it can be fun.

I am still worried about my photo, promise not to laugh?
Please?
Oh yes, I am single by the way, a divorce, but, it happens I guess.
IT

 

[July06]

After I sent that message, I just sat waiting. He was still on, I think, so he’d probably write back quickly. And I was right. Not ten minuets latter I had his response. This time I read the letter first. When I saw that he had included the picture of him naked, everything else flew out of my head, I quickly opened it. WOW! That was all I could think. He was so hot. A little flustered, I went back to his letter.

When he wrote that he was single, I felt a sharp jolt of guilt. I’m not, what should I write? I was feeling very confused right now. Deciding just to lay my cards on the table I wrote:

So…um…*blushing so hard and flustered*…very nice picture. Laughing was not what I was thinking about when I looked at that picture, don’t worry. It was…no is very nice.

And I guess I should be honest, I’m not exactly single right now. But he is unable to be around a lot lately, so I’m kind of lonely, and I figure that it is easy to resolve that through the internet, right? Tons of people use it that way, right?

So we can keep talking, but I gotta get some sleep now, its late enough.

Talk to you later

July

(totaly forgetting about the quesiton i asked before)

 

[Sir_Roger]

So she was tired, and ready for her bed?
That was reasonable I supposed, we had talked a while, and it had been fun.
But? What now?
I did not want to move to fast, or seem to be too eager, it was still a delicate situation.
I had a plan for later, when she was more comfortable with me online. That involved using Company notepaper, and writing an official letter about her PC, and possible viral infection. But as I said, it was too early yet for such things.

She had admitted to being married though, which I knew anyway, and lonely, which I had guessed. I mean, it wasnt rocket science was it, with hubby away for 6 months at a time?

I was still naked, and had her photo on screen, as I stroked. She had seemed to like my cock, so I took some more shots. Including a couple of teasing ones, hiding some of it with outstretched fingers. My thoughts being, dangle the carrot in front of her. And maybe she too would take shots as well? We would see.


Hello again July,

It will probably be morning before you read this, as I think that you are maybe in your bed now. Anyway, I was reading what you said about being lonely, and I understand that, we all get that way sometimes.

I looked at you againtonight as well, you know, the photo, the beautiful photo of you naked, at least I think you are naked.

Anyway, sitting here naked myself, i got kind of ummm, excited again, you know. And you seemed to like the other photo I sent, sooooooooo, I hope you dont mind, but here are a couple more.
I am in a slightly more advanced state of, well you know.
I do hope this is OK with you July
goodnight
IT

 

[July06]

Waking up after a somewhat fitful night I went to my computer. I hadn’t been sleep wonderful for the last few weeks, so it was nothing new. But this time his body was the one keeping me up, and when I did finally fall asleep, invading my dreams. Opening my mail, I saw I had a message from him, with some attachments as well. After reading his letter first I felt, a little that, who ever he was, somehow understood me, at least a little, the loneliness that just seemed to have taken up residence inside me. And those pictures, again WOW. These I didn’t delete, I kept looking at them.

I started picturing him here in my room, showing this to me. I got more and more wet. But instead of the nice passive like guy that seemed to be writing the letters to me, this fantasy man was more commanding, more forceful. He liked the way I responded to the pictures, and though I felt uncomfortable looking at them, he wouldn’t let me look away. He made me just star at them, all of them, one right after the other, over and over.

This fantasy man of mine started telling me to touch myself, slowly so he could watch. I didn’t want to, but he said he’d tie me down and I wouldn’t have a choice if I didn’t, so I kept at it. I ran my hands all over my breasts, up and down, and all around. Pinching the nipples when I came to them, harder and harder he kept telling me, and I did it.

Unfortunately the phone rang right at that instant, and I was startled out of my fantasy. Trying to catch my breath and slow down my heart rate, I waited a few rings and answered it. It ended up being just a telemarketer. But when I hung up I was too embarrassed to continue. What had I been doing?!

Deciding I must be crazy, I sat back at my computer and wrote him back.

Hi IT

Yea I know that everyone gets lonely, but it’s still damm annoying. I hate feeling like this, and the only time it seems to really go away is when I’m reading, and often some…um… very interesting books .

I’m…um…glad you still like my picture. But once I finish writing to you, I’m going to take it down. I decided that I’m not as brave as I thought. And the e-mails are just getting annoying now (not yours of course).

As for the pictures you sent me. I … um…can’t decide what to say. I really…um…*blush*…liked them. You looked really good in them.

(as I’m writing this I still feel how wet I am, and since he did send me a picture of himself in an “interesting” state, I figured I could return the favor, and my face doesn’t have to be anywhere in it. So taking out my digital camera, I snap a few of how wet I am, of my soaked underwear, and then one without my underwear. Blushing the whole time, I uploaded them and attached them.)

And I really liked looking at them, here let me show you. I’ve attached some pictures. Um…*blush* hope you like them.

Talk to you later

July

 

[Sir_Roger]

I turned the PC on the moment that I arrived home, looking, hoping for a message. I need not have been concerned, there it was, mail from july06.

I smiled to myself as I opened it, wondering, had my little hint, and the photos that I sent had a result. The first thing I looked at were the attachments, and beautiful they were too. July`s wet pussy, he rlips swollen and very moist, glistening, just for me.
I licked my lips, and then started to read the mail.


Hi july,
And I have to say THANK YOU SO MUCH, the photos are delctable, and have me in an even more interesting state, as I write these words.
And yes, I agree about the photo on the site, it might be best to remove it, if only to stop poeple calling you, and messaging.
I was intrigued to hear that you like to read errr, interesting things. I like to write about them, little scenarios, nothing grand like a novel, just ashort story. I am not sure if you will like them though. Would it bother you to read of someone tied to a bed, being pleasured july?
I hope not

IT

PS, two more photos, as I am now, very hot, and as you can see, very hard indeed.
Damn I wish that you were here.

 

[July06]

I waited a little bit around my computer to see if he was on, but after about 15 min and no reply I decided that I had to get on with my day, no matter how hot I was. I went and deleted the picture and post, then went to the bathroom. Getting in the shower I washed everything, and even took the time so shave. Getting out, I dressed in a cool summer dress, and went to work. The day alternatively was slow and quick. Whenever I stopped to think about ITman (I can’t believe that that’s what I’m still calling him) time flew, but reality was just too boring right now.

Getting home a little latter than I usually did, though not really late at all, I quickly made a simple dinner, lit a few candles, and sat in front of my computer. I don’t know why I wanted to practically “set the mood” but that was the mood I was in, and didn’t question it.

Logging on I saw that I had some mail. Most of it was junk, still some guys sending me their pictures, delayed reaction and all that I guess. But then there was one from HIM. I couldn’t believe how much my heart just sped up seeing that I had mail, I hadn’t even opened it and I was starting to feel tingly. What was wrong with me?! I was a married woman, I shouldn’t…no couldn’t be feeling this way.
…
But I was.
…
And I couldn’t stop it.
…
So I opened the letter. This time I opened the pictures, and put them right next to the letter so that I could read it, and look at them at the same time. I felt unexplainably happy that he liked the pictures I sent. The tingles that had began to recede came back full force. I kept reading his first sentence over and over. When he said he likes to write I got even more excited, and when I read the words “tied to a bed” I got so wet, I soaked my panties, the skirt I was wearing, and probably the chair a little.

Before I even started writing back to him, I wanted him to see how hot I was. Somehow, for some reason I felt like I needed his approval. I got my camera, and slowly stripped for him. I took one with me fully clothed, and slowly taking one thing off at a time. First my shirt, it was a T, so I actually took one of it scrunched up above my breasts, 40 D, but without my face. I totally chickened out since that first one, but I bet he could see how blushed I was. My whole body was red. Then I took one with it off, in just my bra, then without my bra, and a close up of my breasts, so he could see how hard my nipples where. Then, because I was getting impatient, I just took off my skirt did a close up of my panty clad pussy, and then one without, with me spreading myself.

Hoping he’d like them I sat down to write

Hay IT

First, after writing that, I was wondering, can’ I call you something else? It feels so weird calling you it. In my head it’s not even I.T., its it, and that just feels weird, like I’m writing to an inanimate object.
Thanks for the pictures, I’m really liking them *blushing so hard*. If you want to know how much, just look at the ones I sent you. That is because of your pictures as well as…um…you story idea. No, it wouldn’t bother me in the least reading a story about someone (female I hope) being tied to a bed, being pleasured *blushing again*. I’d probably wish I was her. Not having control. Not having to make the decisions. Not being held responsible. Just responding. Just obeying. Yea…um…*blushing, it seems to be my natural state when writing to you*.

So...ya…talk to you later

July

 

[Sir_Roger]

I could plainly see how aroused that she was, and I was beginning to sense a little more now, about her sexual needs.
I decided to dispense with normal words, well, almost, and to go straight to the bedroom scenario of the story.

Hi again, the story begins, about you, and I. You are July, and I am Sir, it is that simple.

Hot July Night.

I stood there, looking at her, my new sub, whom I had christened july, in keeping with the time of year.
She lay on my bed, spreadeagled, and tied by her limbs, ankles and wrists. The freshly shaved pussy glistened with her moisture as I approached.
I carried something, under a towel, it was an ice bucket, filled with ice, and the new 8inch glass dildo. The one thatI had chosen for july`s initiation into my life.
I moved closer, looking at her, warm hazel eyes looking up at me, expectant, hopeful.
Without warning, I quickly removed the towel, laying it over her eyes, a temporary blindfold, that would be removed at my leisure.

"July, now, you are Mine, and I will take you to undreamed heights of ecstasy, but only if you behave, and do as Sir orders.
Do you accept this, and understand what Sir requires from you july? Complete obedience?"

I decided that I would stop then, and await her reply, a reply that may well prove to be very illuminating I thought.

 

[July06]

Oh…My…God…
…
Oh..My..God.
…
Oh.My.God

That was all that was going through my head, repeating over and over as I read his letter. Just the first sentence had me so wet again, I could hardly think. Somehow these words aroused me so much…even more than any of his pictures.

He wrote so well. I could imagine myself laying there. But I knew it was only a fantasy. I would never be able to give up control like that, no matter what my body wanted. I would have fought. Make him work for it if it had really been me. But oh god was this still good…just imagining being blind, not able to see what was going to happen. It would be nerve racking.

I sat there…in front of my computer, just reading it over and over, getting wetter and wetter. I couldn’t stop myself from touching myself just making it feel nice, slowly rubbing my pussy.

Knowing that I had to write something…even just to get the rest of the story I wrote a quick reply

Please….more.

Please.

(and after a long debate added) Sir

 

[Sir_Roger]

Please….more.

Please.
Sir
I smiled, the bait was taken it seemed, well, Now that I had her, I was not going to disappoint her.


The response was as I required, and I smiled at her, an unseen smile yes, but still a smile.
I did not need to see her sex, her wet velvety lips would now be glistening, just at the thought of what might happen next.


I placed the bowl on the bedside table, and remove a single ice cube. I held it over her hard right nipple, waiting for the melted ice water to tumble.
She gasped as itr landed, splashing gently off the nipple, and onto the warm soft flesh of her breast.
I pulled my hand away, licking the ice, before moving to the other nipple.
This time touching the cube to it, and circling, coating her in the cold water.
Placing my head directly over her breast, I positioned the ice cube, and as my mouth covered the nippke to suck, I slipped the cube in between her wet swollen lips. Pushing it inside her, as I sucked and pulled hard on her breast.
I bit down on the nipple, not too hard, and pulled, as my fingers followed the ice cube, slipping into her wanting pussy with ease.
Kifting my head a fraction, I whispered to her

"So tell me July, is Sir good to you tonight?"

 

[July06]

I could hardly breathe when I read his reply. All the air that had been in my lungs whooshed out. I felt more cum drip out of me, my hand still between my legs. I couldn’t stop reading it, wishing that I could truly feel these things. My body was humming, and though I had my fingers, and toys, that was all I had, no one else. That thought depressed me a little, but I read this man’s words, Sir’s words, over and over.

Although all these thoughts where going through my head, I didn’t really want to give everything away, even though I feared that I had already with my last post. So I wrote:

So far so good. We’ll see as the night goes on…it man. *cheeky grin*
Please continue, what would happen next?

 

[Sir_Roger]

So far so good. We’ll see as the night goes on…it man. *cheeky grin*
Please continue, what would happen next?

I looked at her words, she still was calling me IT man, and not Sir!

"I see that you have forgotten what to call me already july!!!!!!
That is not good, but, it may be forgiveable my dear.

Provided that is, that you perform a penance for Sir, of His choice.
This must be done, before I continue with the story, when I will decribe exactly what, in GREAT detail, Sir will do to His subbie next.

You will go now, immediatel to your toy collection, and you will take a series of photos, with your favorite toy inside you.
For my pleasure.
You will do this, not because I demand it, but, because you want to do so, to please Me,

DO IT NOW!"

 

[July06]

OOC: Was what you italicized part of the letter? I assumed it was, even though it wasn’t blue.

IC:
When I received the next message my body responded so powerfully I almost orgasmed right there…but at the same time my brain totally rebelled. I sat there, staring at the message, my mind whirling. Who did this guy think he was?! We are just messaging, nothing more. He can not tell me what to do! Yes, I really liked reading what he had to write, but that didn’t give him the right to get disappointed in me! No definitely not.

With this righteous anger filling me I wrote back:

Who do you think you are?! I thought we where just having some fun? I never agreed to call you anything! As for more pictures, you don’t deserve them. The story isn’t worth that much. I could get one of my own and finish. I think that’s what I’m going to do!

If you come to your senses I’d be glad to talk to you some more, if not then bye…it man!!

After I sent this I started feeling a little guilty. Maybe I had led him on when I had called him Sir before. But I had just been playing…right? I was really regretting sending that now. His stories drew me so. I didn’t want him to stop, but my head wouldn’t let him talk to me that way, no matter how much it turned me on. Still feeling a little off (too intrigued by what he had written and my initial response for me to easily accept), I decided to finish myself, and go to bed. I’d see what he wrote tomorrow. Maybe I’d be feeling better and know what to do. Who knows?

 

[Sir_Roger]

Her answer was delayed a while, which did not surprising me, I had expected my note to confuse her at the very least. She had not rolle dove rlike a puppy, with her legs in the air, the woman had spunk.



Hi again july,

No, I will not be going away, because you proved something to me last night. I had to know, were you just a horny and lonely housewife, looking for kicks?
Or, was it possible that we could become friends even, and have fun on here?

Your response answered this perfectly, and while I apologise for the subterfuge, I do not apologise for doing it. For that would be shallow of me, and untrue.

Hopefully, you will reply to this, and then we can continue to talk, and I, my name is Josh by the way, I can continue with the story, of what SIr does to his little cum slut next.

I do hope that you reply soon july

IT aka Josh.

 

[July06]

After another fitful night I woke up and practically ran to my computer. The whole night I was thinking about what he wrote and how I responded. Maybe I had been too harsh. Maybe I had led him on. I really hoped he wasn’t mad, cause I really liked messaging with him.

When I booted up my computer and saw that there was a message from him. Feeling unexplainably relieved I opened it.

After reading it, I felt like I should be insulted, but I kind of understood where he was coming from. I knew first hand from all the messages I got that there where a lot of one nighters out there. But one thing struck me as odd, why did he call me a house wife. I never told him I was married, just that I was single. Deciding to be honest, and not try to stay mad I wrote back:

Hi Josh

I should be mad, but I’m not. I understand where you were coming from, but no more, k? I don’t like tricks and games. But one thing that I was wondering about, why did you call me a housewife?

Well…where ever you got that idea from, I would still like to talk to you. I like our “conversations” (most of the time ). And thanks for telling me your name. I guess it’s only fair to tell you mine, Sam, well actually Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam.

And I’d love for you to continue the story. I really like it.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Sam

After I finished typing this, I shut down the computer, just to prove to myself that I still had some self control, got ready for work and headed out, hoping that there would be a message waiting for me when I got back.

 

[Sir_Roger]

why did you call me a housewife?

Well…where ever you got that idea from,


For a moment I thought that I had made a mistake, then i realised, it was something that she had said, in an e mail, I quickly found it, and replied immediately.

Hi Sam ,
I got the idea from an earlier PM of yours that you were a housewife, when you said,
quote:
And I guess I should be honest, I’m not exactly single right now. But he is unable to be around a lot lately
:unquote.

And thank you for telling me your name, it is very nice indeed.
Josh

I sent this mail, and then started the one that would continue the story.

I bit down on the nipple, not too hard, and pulled, as my fingers followed the ice cube, slipping into her wanting pussy with ease.
Kifting my head a fraction, I whispered to her

"So tell me July, is Sir good to you tonight?"

She just muttered something quite unintelligable, mixed in with her moans of pleasure.

I stood, and slowly removed the glass dildo from the ice. watching the cool icewater as it melted and evaporated, and dribbled along the bulbous beast.
Saying not a word, I moved between her legs, and pressed the cold dildo cock head against her sex.
She gasped audibly, crying out almost,as I proceeded to slide it up and down her slit.
Pulling it back, I spread her with my fingers, revealing he rinner pinkness, and the beautiful delights of her entrance
her fuck hole
her cunt.

Slowly, i rubbed the bulbous head on her hole,
pushing,
but not quite enough to enter.
Teasing almost, and picking up her juices.

I moved back to the head of the bed, the dildo in my hand, its head adjacent to my mouth.
Removing the towel that covered her eyes,
I spoke
one word

CUM

And I started to lick her juices fromt he sticky head of the dildo, while watching her orgasm welling up from deep within her soul

After reading the text three times, checking it, I decided to send it to her. Wondering, what kind of reaction I would get this time.

 

[July06]

When I got back from work, today a lot earlier than usual I had two messages waiting. Feeling a little apprehensive, but excited I opened up the first one. I thought for a moment, I guess he could have guessed from what I said. What ever. It doesn’t matter. It’s not like there is only one house wife in the world.

Muttering to myself about how paranoid I can get I opened the second. This one was a lot better. It was a little on the soft side to get me as hot as I could get. Honestly, the one he sent last night got me a whole lot hotter and wetter. But I had to keep reminding myself that I had shut that door myself, not him, and he didn’t even really mean it, so what did it matter. I did wish I could cum on command like the girl in the story…but…what ever.

I sat there for a little bit, just trying to imagine being that girl, just lying there while he did these things. When my body started to get used to the pictures, and didn’t tingle as much I decided it was time to write back, see what will happen next.

Hay Josh,

Thanks for the next installment. I really like it. Do you do these kinds of things in real life, or is this your alter ego’s chance to come out and play? Either way, please continue. Does it end here? Or does something else happen?

Sam

 

[Sir_Roger]

I decided almost instantly that I would continue the story first. The questions I may answer later, but then again....
I just called the message It Continues,
and sent it off to her as soon as I had written it.
Yes, I was writing it "on the hoof" so to speak, as we went along.

The orgasm, as a spectacle to behold, was beautiful. july`s eyes seemed to roll in her head, as she thrashed from side to side, while still restained by her bonds.
I licked, and sucked the fat head of the dildo, as her hips raised upwards in the throes of her coming. Almost begging me to attend to her need.
No, Sir resisted, for she had to discover humility, to accept that my word was law.
I would take her, in my own time, in my own way.

I released her wrists, and then retied them, tying them together above her head. Same with her ankles, they too were released, and then tied together.
Rolling her onto her front, I attached her wrists to the bedhead.
Lifting her hips, I made her kneel, sticking her ass in the air for me.

She turned to look at me, fear, need, apprehension, all written on her face it seemed.
I stroked my cock, inches from her mputh, as she strained to reach it,
flicking out her tongue.
I shook my head, and spoke softly.

"Sir has yet to decide slut, Mouth? Pussy? or Ass?

No slut, not ewhich one,
but,
in what order to take them.
And TAKE THEM he will!"

 

[July06]

Not realizing how anxious I was, waiting for what would happen next, I almost fell out of my seat when my computer sounded that I had a new message. Opening it quickly I read it, once, twice, three times. All the while getting hotter and hotter. Something about the way he wrote made me feel so hot. I forgot that I was married, that my husband was working to make use money, that this was just a story on line. I just was able to sink into the story and be this woman, his woman. It felt so good, I don’t think I could have stopped it if I tried…which I certainly didn’t.

The part that I read the most was the last two sentences. They seemed to be “said” so powerfully. I know that if I was there I would beg for my mouth to be first so that I wouldn’t have to taste anything else. I loved sucking, but never swallowing or tasting myself. And I was definitely not into scat…but it was his story, so I guess it was up to him what would happen next.

Kind of impatient for the next chapter I wrote back:

I know I would like the order to be mouth, pussy, than ass, but as it is your story I guess it’s up to you.

I wish I could be there (as in my fantasy, not asking to meet you or anything, just imagining, so don’t get any ideas). But I love imagining I was her, tied there, but I know I wouldn’t have given in so easily .

But I was wondering, who is the he in “TAKE THEM he will?” Is there someone else in the room? he he he.

Looking forward to your response.

 

[Sir_Roger]

I know I would like the order to be mouth, pussy, than ass, but as it is your story I guess it’s up to you.

Yes it is, and you will see what happens either later, or tomorrow

I wish I could be there (as in my fantasy, not asking to meet you or anything, just imagining, so don’t get any ideas). But I love imagining I was her, tied there, but I know I wouldn’t have given in so easily . .

It all depends on the circumstance of the moment I would think Sam, as to whether or not a person "gives in".


.
But I was wondering, who is the he in “TAKE THEM he will?” Is there someone else in the room? he he he..


Laughing here Sam, for you know perfectly well, that TAKE THEM, refers to her mouth, pussy, and tight little asshole, dont you?
And now I must leave you, but I will be here tomorrow, same time, same place, same hard cock , to talk to you, goodnight sexy Sammy
Josh.

I added a pic, of my hard cock oozing a little cum, just to keep her interested maybe?
next I pulled up the vcompany letterhead, and type dout the letter that I was going to send to her in the morning.


Dear Mrs Channing,
We are sorry to have to inform you that our suppliers have let us know about an inherent problem with your new computer.
It is not a serious problem, but it will require attention from one of our in house experts. Our representative, and IT expert Mr J Barnes, will call on you this Friday afternoon, June 29th at 2.00PM.
Please do not hesitate to contact the store, and arrange a different appointment, should this one be convenient
Yours Sincerely,
W, Brown, Store Manager