Her Gentleman Caller (Closed for SC RYW MLK KKE)

[Suthern_Rock]

Her Gentleman Caller (Closed)

Three people whose lives interact without them knowing it fall into a life altering situation. The fourth, a man who loves to be in control, toys with their emotions, their desires, their wants and their fears. Walk this path with us as we show you what happens when she finds herself playing tease with Her Gentleman Caller.

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Carly Lived an ordinary life. She was married to a wonderful man who could give her anything she wanted. Just like every other working woman, she spent most of her adult life doing just that, being an adult. She was respected in the community. An upstanding citizen, and volunteer. Shy, reserved, she loved helping others and would often assist total strangers. Of course there were times when she longed for the carefree days of her childhood. But lately, she had found herself straying more and more outside the norm. She would spend hours surfing the web, looking for explicit pictures of women being taken in every orific possible by men that seemed not to care. Often, she would sit for hours entranced by the lewd images she found on the screen. She had always been comfortable sharing her desires, wants, and needs with her husband, but, this was something she kept to herself. Several months ago, she had found her way onto an adult site, where she could browse stories written specifically on this topic. She had dreamed in imagination of the acts written on her screen as if it were she in the stories. She would read until the wee hours of the morning searching out the most intense and obscene stories until she was unable to hold her eyes open. Often, those sessions would leave her wanting and almost sick with desire. Searching out this site more thouroughly, she found her way onto the forums. There, she could digest and explore writing her desires. She lived out this sick sense of need with several players, all anonymous, all as creative or nasty as her imagination allowed.

She met her Gentleman Caller a few months into one of these sessions. He was a normal man, living a normal life. Yet, he too seemed to share several of Carly's own desires and soon, the sessions led to calling. She spoke often to him, waiting for her husband to leave so she could quickly dial him and talk hours endlessly about her secret desires. Now, months later, she has found herself so sick with desire that she couldnt hold it back any longer. She had been discussing the possibility of living out a fantasy with him. She wanted to be the ladies in the stories being taken roughly and handled as a fuck toy, a sex object. She often rambled to him her need for it, her absolute want to do it. But, the only thing that really seemed to stop her was her husband. Lately however, he had been working strange hours and always seemed to blow off her advances. He never wanted to talk to her much and often found excuses for being out at odd hours, dragging his cell phone with him where ever he went.

Carly was aware of his work responsibilites. He was lead detective and yeah, he worked some pretty fucked up hours. His two other partners, whom he never discussed, seemed to always be around somewhere lurking in the shadows. When Carly found herself thinking this way, she imagined some dark depressing music and the announcer fading in and out as in the old radio show days. So, she found herself pouring out more and more of herself to her Gentleman Caller. As the week started, she found herself discussing the possibility of again being taken by two or three strange men while her husband watched. She had voiced this fantasy with gusto the last time she spoke with her caller. When she called the number she had committed to memory, she waited. Holding her breath with each ring until the familiar voice came on the line. She found herself intoxicated by the smoothness and silkiness of his voice. The way he spoke her name, the way he would drop the tone and deepen if they were talking particularly explicit sex talk, the way he would describe the acts she so wanted to feel. More often than not, her fingers would stray to her cleanly kept cunt and work her into a wave of orgasm. Today however, he proposed something to her. He told her he could make her fantasy come true. That he could make it a reality. He could give her what she wanted if she choose to take his invitation.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Carly Lewis

Carly Lewis is a 31 year old, curvacious brunette standing at 5'7" tall. Her eyes are as blue as the sky and always twinkling with mischief. She is soft spoken and believes in putting others before herself. She is shy, and reserved. She volunteers often at the local hospital and with teens in the afternoons. She has no kids and her husband works for the local police department.

She lives in a quiet suburban neighborhood, where all the houses look alike and most her neighbors have the standard 2.5 kids, a pet and a two car garage. Carly is sexually active with her husband often finding herself on the receiving end of pleasurable sex at least two times a week. However, Carly has a dark desire. For a while now, she has found herself wandering into chat rooms and online adult erotica sites. This desire, being watched by someone as she is taken in lewd and often deviant positions, has grown increasingly and within the past six months has ran out of control.

You see, six months ago, while frequenting one of her favorite adult sites, Carly stumbled upon a man who took immediate interest in her ideas and her writing style. He has become her Gentleman Caller. Today is no exception. Not long after her husband has left for work, she crawls back in bed and picks up the phone. Each time, she hesitates as she dials the number left for her. Will he speak to her each way? Will he cause her to feel butterflies when he says her name? Will he give her his slow, sexy voice? Carly is never sure what to expect from the man she speaks to on the phone.

 

[RockYourWorld]

The time had come to take this to the next level. Calling Carly on the phone had been an undertaking, one that he knew would need a certain amount of planning and forethought, and the execution of that plan had to happen with perfect precision. Anything less than that would have ruined the image he had created for her to enjoy.

He would miss the way they talked. He had enjoyed the way they had come to know each other, how much he had enjoyed the manner in which she slowly but very surely revealed her inner self to him. All of this had happened to the caller’s delight. These were secrets he knew she held and wanted to release them. When they met his ears in all of their dark wickedness, he luxuriated in the sound of her voice as her lewd desires found the light.

He would miss the way they talked because he had decided it was time for them to meet, face to face. And once they did, even if the calls continued, they would never be the same. The feeling of discovery, the exploration, the revelation – all of that would be in the past. But the bright side of that situation was what would replace it all. When he told her it was time to meet, she would object and for obvious reasons. But he would insist, and eventually, she would agree, because deep down she knew it was her place to do as he said.

So this next call would be the last of this kind. He would tell her that they were to meet and he would describe the exact manner she was to prepare for him. It would be a house not far from hers, but not in a neighborhood she was accustomed to visiting. Proper people such as her did not venture into these parts. She would ask if it was his home, and he would dodge her question, and he would instead focus on what she was to do before he arrived.

But for now, he needed to take her call, and hear her voice. For the last time he would have to settle only for her voice. He knew what she wanted, and that he would provide it for her. The first enjoyable step would be telling her that the time had come.

 

[kittykateater]

Patrick O'Shaugnessy

Deleted by request.....there were more folks to write on this story than needed and it was decided my post wasn't needed after all. Plus what I wrote, although I tried to fit my understanding of what was needed and wanted, didn't seem to fit the intended plot pefectly.

Oh, well......next time...........

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Officer David Matthews...he prefered David, but needless to say 95% of the time he was Dave to the world, his own preferences aside...was not what you would call a 'good cop'. This isn't to say he was a bad cop either, he was just...well, frankly, he was a lazy cop.

He was the first of his family to take up a life of law enforcement; no tin in his blood, as he'd heard it said. Going into the academy, he truly had felt he was going to do some good for the world. Fight the good fight...keep the criminals off the street... make the city a safe place to live. All that poster-boy cop happy horseshit. He studied, trained, kept himself in shape, and even finished near the top of his class. Going into the station that first morning, he would swear he heard the swell of dramatic music and see the American flag flapping behind him; he was going to keep this city protected!

Then, like a hammer to a nail, reality crashed down and drove home the point. True, he was doing some measure of good, but not too much. None of the force really did a lot towards working down the crime rate; they just couldn't. Since realizing that, David took a more lax approach to his work. He'd never be a dirty cop...the day he thought he slipped into that catagory, he swore to turn over his badge immediately. He just wouldn't be a hero cop either. He punched in, did his time, and left, keeping from being terminated but little more.

This day was much the as the others had all been. He came into the locker room to drop off his leather trench, checked his close cropped red hair in a mirror, and started out for another round of just getting by. Except today, the chief seemed to have an eye on him now and again, like something was on his mind. David didn't want to find out what if he could avoid it; he looked up to the chief, but feared him as well, considering David's carreer sat right in this man's hands.

Worse, if it was going to be anything, David knew what it was; his one single slip in judgement. Earlier that week, a few of them had been out drinking and clearly he'd had a little too much beer in his system, because he found himself confessing to the chief.

After two sexless months, his girlfriend had dumped him, and he was in a foul mood. During that night, a night he'd had off until getting called to cover, he made a routine traffic stop that turned out to be an eighteen year old girl cruising in daddys car with no license. She offered herself up if David would look the other way, and he'd accepted, taking out frustration on the girl, bending her over her trunk with wrists cuffed back. It was the most wild experience of his life. All of this, he had told his chief.

Now the axe was about to fall it seemed.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Carly hesitated as she dialed the number. Many mornings, much like this one, she often did, wondering if she was doing the right thing or just the thing right now. She often felt a twinge of guilt when she heard his voice. Mostly because of the arrousal she felt.

She dialed the numbers with shaky fingers. Waiting, it rang, once, twice, three times and without hesitation, he answered.

"Hello Carly" he said. She was so often amazed when he said her name.

"H-hi. I was almost certain today was the day you were going to not answer your phone" she said. Almost whispering, her voice seemed to float from her lips over the phone. Her drawl was more evident when she spoke with him. She often slipped into her drawl more heavily when she talked openly of her fantasies with him. Particularly the one they had been discussing of late.

"No, I would never do that. I find it very amusing when you call" he said. His voice, like most men, was solid and smooth. Yet the quality was almost unbearable. She could feel the twinge in her boyshorts when he said her name, or spoke certain things to her.

"I, just dont want to feel as if I am imposing if you have something better to do. I know that my situation varies greatly to yours. I just like that little jolt I get when you speak. Its almost instant" she said. If he could see her, he would see the blush creep over her chest and rise into her cheeks.

Carly was aware that the focus of their conversations recently had been centered on sex and a rather interesting fantasy she had. He often kidded her and asked her various questions regarding the details of the fantasy. That is one thing Carly had learned, was that he loved details, and when he asked for such things, she did so almost without thinking.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Vic Harper knew what he had to do. Well, if he was honest with himself, he would have admitted that he didn’t have to do it. But compulsion and excess were two of the constants in his life. Compulsion, excess, and the need to control. Everything.

Such personality traits could be helpful in his career. And they could hurt. Both had come true. Eleven years on the police force had lead him to the rank of Detective 1st Class, in charge of a squad of lower grade detectives. His “crew” was constantly evolving, and the ones that stuck came to appreciate his way of doing business.

The detectives that didn’t stick often became part of the circle of cops that whispered in hallways and locker rooms about how Vic was “dirty.” No one had ever proved anything, of course. Vic would never let that happen. If a cop accused him of anything, Vic would just dismiss it as jealousy. If any one cop became persistent about looking into Vic’s activities, well….accidents had a way of happening, didn’t they?

Before long, Vic had carved out a good piece of ground for him and his boys inside the department. They had cleared enough crimes to keep the brass of their asses, and had been able to keep a steady skim coming in from the dealers and the other “solid citizens.” Word had begun to get around about a sexual predator that was frequenting some of the neighborhood hot spots, and was using a specific adult web site to scout for victims. As it turned out, one of the dealers Vic and his men did business with, one of his ladies complained about a creep coming on to her, then eventually stalking her. The dealer knew how these things worked. He could rub the guy out, sweet and quick. But this type of situation was one where it actually was best to let the law handle it. Sexual predators had it especially bad in prison.

Vic told the dealer he would find the guy, as a business favor. He started by going to the website. It was slow, and before long, he was close to giving up. A lot of creepy people, perhaps, but no predator. At least not the one he was looking for. But Vic did meet Carly.

She seemed so sweet and innocent. There was a shortage of such things in Vic’s life. Despite her naiveté, Carly had been talking about certain things to several men. Things such as her fantasies. Her secrets. Her desires. Vic would read what she posted about how she would like to have several men take her. She spoke in vague and general terms, and most of the men just responded crudely. But Vic would just read along, reading her mind, understanding her thoughts. He had seen this play out in reality, and he was sure that Carly had no idea what it was really like. But he didn’t share that information with her yet.

One night, Vic was on the web site. He had long forgot about finding the predator. He only wanted to see if Carly was there. Not only was she there, but she spoke to him, and to him “privately.” She talked about how she saw him there occasionally, and how she thought he seemed nice. That made Vic laugh, but he didn’t disagree with her. She asked about him, but he was guarded. He then asked about her, asked if anyone had talked to her about her fantasies. Carly asked if he thought her fantasies were weird or unusual. Vic told her that no, they weren’t weird at all. At that moment, he had decided that she was only to talk to him, and none of those other creeps on the website would go near her. She belonged to Vic. He had to find a way to make her understand.

“How about you call me?” Vic said to Carly.

Making her a phone partner solidified Vic’s hold on Carly. That differentiated him from those other guys. The phone calls became more and more frequent, and began to take up more and more of Vic’s time. Vic was becoming addicted to the calls, and he could tell Carly was too. She loved talking about her fantasy, the one about being taken by several men. Vic had reeled her in, brought her under his control by suggesting they talk on the phone. He needed to keep her under his control, and he needed to keep his hooks in her.

“Carly, what if I were to make your fantasies come true?”

The strangest thing about what he said was how when he said it, the first people he thought about were his detectives. Specifically Dave Matthews, and the one new fellow who’s name slipped his mind. Vic had been thinking that they needed a team-building experience, one where those two men would see the dark side of Vic’s world and learn to deal with it. Maybe the realization of Carly’s fantasies would provide Vic the chance to see what his detectives were really made of.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She was stunned into silence when he asked her. "Carly, what if I were to make your fantasies come true?" She didnt know what to say. She held her breath hoping that he would fill the silence creeping between them, but he didnt.

"I, well, um, yeah, no you couldnt do that. Could you?" she asked him. This man she had let into her life, this man she didnt even know his name, had just offered to make her fantasy come true.

Oh how she longed to be on display having two men sexually take advantage of her in some seedy place while a third watched. The third, calling the shots. Having the other men do what he wanted, do his bidding. To fuck her in every hole, every position namable, to touch her caress her, whip her, tie her up, cum inside her, on her. It was almost more than she dared think about. Now, here, this man whom she felt an intense attraction to, this stranger whom she shared intimate things about herself to, the man that could make her cum so many times it hurt when the mood was right and he was telling her what he wanted to do to her sexually, was offering to help her, to make her fantasy come true.

"But how would you do that? I mean, you know I am married, but, if I wanted to go through with it, describe what I might be gettin into?" her voice seemed to deepen as she thought lewd thoughts. Feeling the moisture build between her legs, she opened them ever so slightly and touched her swollen clit with two fingers.

"Tell me what you can do and I will tell you what Im doin" she said and giggled.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Vic reacted and spoke before thinking about what he was saying. “I don’t make deals, sweetheart! I call the shots! If I ask you what you’re doing, you tell me!” He knew it sounded harsh, and it was more reflex than anything. Maybe that was a good thing in the long run. Vic’s men needed to know how he worked and how he rolled. So did Carly.

“How I did it, and what you’re getting into, that’s for me to worry about it.” Vic was being very direct and very stern with her, even though he was making this up as he went along. “You can’t tell me you want to be taken and forced by a group of men, then start asking a bunch of questions and making demands and setting conditions. That’s not how it works, and the sooner you learn that, the better.”

There was silence on the other end, and Vic hoped that was due to Carly’s reading of Vic, that he was very serious and played for keeps.

It was a curse. He had always been that way. Even as far back as High School. People never joked with Vic Harper. They didn’t invite him to parties. They crossed the street when he came walking down the sidewalk. This happened to a lot of people, and some took it as an excuse to wallow in a pool of self pity, setting out on a life of therapy and low self esteem. Vic, rather, embraced this persona. He lived by the mafia slogan that it is better to be feared than loved.

Most people that knew him (at least as much as you could really know Vic Harper) were somewhat surprised when he chose the Police Department as a profession. Many would have guessed the other side of the law if he were chose one or the other. But as Vic moved his way along in the department, it became clear that he was no more a cop than he was a Rabbi. The Police Department was just a way for Vic to do what he did best – control people and places and situations to his benefit. Following the law? Well…..

Carly had become entangled in Vic Harper’s web. Would she be hurt by the experience, or would her fantasies come true? Vic didn’t know either way. That what’s made his life so interesting.

“What I need you to do, Carly, is tell me right now….Tell me you’re on board with this. You’ll find that once you start down a road with me, there’s no turning off until we get to where we’re going.”

 

[SuthernCumfort]

“What I need you to do, Carly, is tell me right now….Tell me you’re on board with this. You’ll find that once you start down a road with me, there’s no turning off until we get to where we’re going.”

She had sat there, mouth open. Stunned. He often exerted his control over her and she loved it for the most part. But, he was rarely demanding. If he were to be there, she was on board for anything he wanted. To be close to him, in the flesh. To touch him, to feel him. To hear that voice face to face, Carly would go to the ends of the world to be there.

She knew she was falling deeply for this man several weeks into their conversations but, she felt that it was wrong to express that. He was so seductive to her and often times, he would be cold and seem to almost blow her off as if she didnt matter to him. Maybe she didnt, but she could not make herself accept that. No matter what happened, he always seemed to make just a small window in his life for her and that, to Carly, was enough.

"I, uh, I want to. I want more than anything to meet with you, and be with you. I have told you that thousands of times and if getting to do that, and making my fantasy come true, I am all for it. I apologize baby, you know how badly I want you sometimes. When you dont acknowledge that, I feel you dont want me as much. But, yeah, I guess I am on board" she said. She hoped he wouldnt read to much into the weighted words she spoke. The last thing she needed was for her feelings to interfere with her fantasies.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Ending the Thread

To any and all of you reading this thread, and hoping it would pick up I apologize. This thread was intended to be shares as a personal fantasy but reality stepped in and bit it in the ass. As much as I would have loved to continue, this is the end.

I thank you to those who posted in the thread and I thank those readers who read with is up to this point. Your support is always welcome.

SuthernC.