It started with a phone call to a chatline. I was alone and curious. I recorded my bio message, describing how old I was and how I looked. It said my name was Alice. I was twenty-one, with long black hair, dark brown eyes, curvy. I wanted to find a nice guy to chat with.
I went through several messages from men wanting to talk to me. But I only truly noticed one man’s message.
“My name is Chase, I’d love to chat and get to know you, baby girl,” he said.
He sounded so much older. He had such a deep, sexy, intriguing voice. I loved the way he said “baby girl”. It drew me in, as if he knew my secret. We connected on the Chatline shortly after, and spent most of the night getting to know each other.
The following night we spoke again and the conversation started to become more and more intimate; knowing our sexual likes and dislikes; how he could tell I was submissive. It was something I had never really told anyone. I craved that lifestyle more and more.
We talked and exchanged pictures for several months, until the week came for us to meet. I came into town, and we decided to meet in public first and then go back to the hotel. I was excited, scared and turned on.
We met by a church. I had my suitcase in hand, rolling it down the block towards him. He was so tall, with dark hair and dark eyes, in his peacoat and work attire. I stood in front of him, looked up at him and bit my lip.
”I’m really happy you came, baby girl. Have the Chapstick for me?” he asked, using our funny little code words to see if I wanted this or not.
”Yes, sir. Would you like some?”
He gripped the base of my neck towards him and kissed me, so softly at first. Then it developed into a passionate kiss that made me whimper.
We were very close to our hotel. We checked in and went to our room. I told him I had to go and freshen up with a shower. I closed the door behind me and started to get ready.
After my shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. Was I really ready to give him all the control?
I put on a see-through black lace, clingy dress. Underneath I had on a black lace bra and thong. I put a little gloss on and opened the door to find him sitting by the bed.
He was in his white dress shirt, slacks, and tie, looking more fuckable than in the pictures he had sent me. I stood by the doorway.
He asked, “Are you ready for this, Alice? Do you remember your safe word?”
I nodded.
“I need to hear you say yes. That nod won't do.”
“Yes, Sir. I'm ready. And the safe word was... periscope!”
“I want you to crawl towards me, slow, sexy. Then, I want you to give me the lap dance we talked about.”
I took a deep breath, wanting to please him and be his good girl. I got on my hands and knees, crawling to him. His legs were open already. I stood up and sat slowly on his lap, pressing my back against his chest.
I started to move my hips and arms, listening to the music in my head. I pressed harder on his lap, grinding myself in rhythm. I could feel him getting hard under me. I swayed, slowly, down and back up as I straddled him.
I had been thinking about this moment for months. I pressed my breasts against his face, while I ground on him, moving my hips back and forth. I gripped his tie, grinding my cunt over his hard cock even more, while he stared at me. I lost myself in his eyes; his lips twitched at the sound of my moaning.
“Alice, I want to see you take off that dress slowly.”
I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
I rose up and stood in front of him. Pressing my hands on my chest towards the top of the dress, I slowly started to glide the strapless dress down, then pulled it down even more across my hips until it slid completely off.
I was standing in front of him in just my thong and bra. Self-consciously, I covered my soft stomach.
“Baby girl, don't you dare cover yourself again. Remember, I own you for the next couple of days. You’re mine. Can't you see how much you turn me on?”
He pointed at his hard cock. I giggled nervously.
“I want you on the bed, arms above your head and fingers interlocked.”
I moved to the middle of the bed and did just as he said. He took off his tie and draped it around his neck while he removed all his clothes. He was naked before me, and I could see a bit of precum on the top of his dick. He looked clean cut and lean; a bit muscular and fuck, was he impressive.
Leaning over me, he parted my legs and tied my wrists with his tie. “If you move, baby girl, or try to touch me, I'll spank your pussy. Understood?”
I moaned, “Yes, Sir.”
Just the thought of him doing that to me made me itch to touch him. He unclipped my bra and played with my big breasts, teasing my nipples, pulling them slightly. It made me jerk a bit.
“Oh, little Alice, you’re so responsive. I bet that pussy is soaked already for me, isn't it?”
I moaned in response. He reached down and pulled my thong off.
“Please, Sir.”
“You’re so smooth for me, baby girl. So fucking wet for me.”
He dipped his finger in me. I jerked and closed my legs, with his finger still in me.
“What did I say about moving, Alice?”
“Not to move or you will...”
“I will do what Alice?” He opened my legs.
“Spank my pussy,” I sputtered.
Smack!
“Fuck!” I screamed. The pain and pleasure of it made me lightheaded. All I could do was moan and move my hips up and down for more contact.
“Such a needy girl, aren’t you, Alice? You want my cock in you already, don’t you, sweetheart?”
My fingers were still interlocked above my head. My pussy throbbed in front of him while he stroked his hard cock.
