My Stories, encounters & fantasy's
By
Evie Von Blonde 

Sifting through my emails on the swingers site I subscribed to. Uneventful, uninteresting, self-centred, jargon, followed up with dick pic after dick pic. Boring reading the same old badly formed sentences, I did not want a hook up unless I wanted to just screw anything with a pulse that is, admittedly some of them were big pulsating pulses. 

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But then I stumbled across this guys profile.

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A gorgeous face pic is already available…TICK, location…TICK and praise be to the lord of darkness he’s dominant. I read through the profile….

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My name is Andrew but you’ll come to know me as an alpha male. I won’t accept anything other than the best of you and you will have the same of me.

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I’m told that my approach to a sexual encounter is different and to me, that is one of the best compliments.

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I’m above average in most things apart from my body size. Saying that regarding my physique, I would say I’m fit but I’m not a fitness junkie.

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I’ve also been told I have a presence about me apparently it’s all in the eyes but you can be that judge. If we ever get to the part when we are looking into each other's eyes that is.

As said I am an Alpha male, I am also Bisexual. But let’s not label ourselves or get caught up in preferences as that can change can it not?

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There’s nothing better for ticking my boxes than arranging a scene involving a groomed, pretty, Transvestite TV or Crossdresser CD. And even better if that sexy bitch is wearing a female scented pair of knickers right before the fun starts. Female friends of mine often adorn me with their moistened undies, knowing full well that I get a kick out of teasing my bitches. Juicy thongs are either given as something to wear or something to smell or both. My female Fuck Buddies wear my boxers after their pussy holes have been filled with cum and leave a post-coital puddle in them for me to pass on to any panty pervs.

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For any ladies that wish to enter my world of BDSM, we will meet for a coffee and I will know if you are right for my needs.

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That was a snippet from the Profile that caught my eye as I scrolled through the male suiters.

Holy Hell I need to meet this man.

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I sent an initial email trying to curb my enthusiasm.

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Hi Andy

I’ve recently lost contact with a much loved male fuck buddy. I am dominant myself but I like to switch occasionally, to free my mind and my body and leave the thinking to someone else. I’m wondering if you fancy a coffee soonish? See if there’s an attraction?

Evie x

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I did receive a response from Andy saying how about this week sometime?

That he would check his diary in the morning and get back to me.

 

Already my inner goddess was purring gently at the thought.

 

The first meeting……….

Coffee at my workspace, and for those of you familiar with my therapy rooms you’ll know how innocent they look at first glance.

I never get nervous prior to meeting a new “friend” I’m a confident woman. This morning though I felt a real wobble. I decided to dress casual no make up and bespectacled, the bare me. If he doesn’t like the minimalist me then so be it.

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He turned up on time and Jesus feckin christ, just wow.

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What a sexy air he had about him. Well dressed, well-groomed, beautiful to look at and he smelt gorgeous. Those goddam eyes. I absolutely knew that I was going to fuck him, I didn’t have a choice, I was sure my body language was giving me away.

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The confidence was oozing from him as we talked about what BDSM meant for him. What he looked for in a submissive, how he trained a new sub, how I would address him in future and how I would best serve him.

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All I really took from that was, there would be a future. His sexiness oozed from everywhere. He had the most amazing eyes, I felt that I couldn’t look away. I wanted him to touch me but I didn’t want to seem too eager. Of course, he knew all of this.

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As a dominant myself I understand the game. Reading body signs, eye colour changes, facial expressions, non-verbal language, the automatic signals we cannot help to show. These tell's help a dominant disarm the submissive.

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Oh, how I wanted him to take all of me and rid my mind of everything but him. For me to feel the release of my inner tension. For him to control my pleasure, my orgasms. I knew instantly that he could train me to be anything he wanted me to be.

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Before long he moved from his seat and we were sitting face to face. He astride my massage couch, me opposite him. Eye contact, don’t you just love it, honestly makes me melt. I have no idea what my eyes were saying to him but he took his cues and pulled me into a kiss. Grabbing hold of my hair, keeping my head tilted towards him. The taste of his mouth was coffee and desire. His grip at the back of my head was firm but I knew I could stop him if I wanted to. I didn’t want to.

Immediately we were tongues and gasps and moans until he whispered a question.

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How wet are you for me right now Evie? I didn’t answer with words, I deepened our kiss and guided his hand towards my breasts. All I heard was a moan of appreciation and a fuck yes.

He continued to fondle my breasts, twisting and pulling my nipples between his thumb and fingers. My pussy was pulsating, definitely wet and I wanted him to fuck me hard. He asked me the question again How wet are you, Evie? Then he said that he thought I had too many clothes on, as he slid his hands down my body towards my pussy. I’m not sure if he thought he would feel a barrier of underwear as his touch moved closer but he moaned into my mouth when he realised I was knickerless.

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His kisses became harder, rougher as he plunged one finger, then two, then a third inside me. He growled into my mouth as he finger fucked me, making me rock against his hand and then his thumb found my clit. Oh god was all I could murmur and this feels so good. I wasn’t thinking about anything else other than how good he felt. Then he pulled his fingers from my pussy and put them in between our kisses, encouraging me to suck off my juices from his hand and he repeated the comment about me wearing too many clothes.

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So I stood up and removed my long dress, that was in fact all I did have on. He looked me over and cupped my breasts and commanded In front of me and on your Knees now he said. I complied, kneeling before him and started to undo his fly. The bulge in his jeans was so beautiful I ran my hand over his erection before I freed his cock from his clothing. Nothing beats the smell of soap, cock and precum. The effect on my senses was intense, sending twinges to my pelvis and moisture between my legs.

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Can I taste you please Sir? I asked, noticing the twitching of his erection when I called him Sir.

Yes, Evie you most certainly can. He answered me, catching his breath as my mouth enveloped the tip of his cock. I took him into my mouth, slowly swallowing him inch by inch. Only stopping when the head of his penis bent slightly as it tunnelled its way down the back of my throat. I loved this feeling. A powerful awareness of me giving him sensational pleasure.

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Fuck Evie this feels too good, he said as I continued giving him a slow purposeful blow job. I manoeuvred my mouth back up the length of his cock and paused before I licked the tip of him, running my tongue around his opening. Flicking my tongue slowly, listening for his grunts and moans of pleasure. I took any clues to guide my mouth, my touch, as I delighted in giving him head.

Without warning he pulled my hair, lifting my head and removed my mouth from his cock. I must have looked confused because he smiled at me, saying my skills were too good and he wanted me up on my massage couch on all fours. Of course, I complied and climbed up onto the massage couch on all fours my head facing away from him, with instructions not to look behind me and NO talking unless spoken to

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Having already discussed my extensive naughty toy collection. I could hear Andy rifling through the dildo drawer. He was now standing by my side, rolling a cold glass dildo along my spine, then dragging the leather tails of my whip across my bare arse. A flick of his wrist and I felt the sting of leather, once, twice, three times.

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Are you still with me Evie? He asked.

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Mmmmmm, I mean Yes Sir. I replied.

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Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten stripes and when I thought he was done with me he plunged my glass dildo inside my wet pussy.

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I bit my lip trying not to speak up, as I knew he would punish me further.

His next move was to do nothing, nothing but move in close to my neck and whisper words of inaudible sentences. He was driving me wild.  I knew he was watching me, looking at the cheeks of my arse and at the quivering end of the glass dildo as I clenched it within the walls of my pussy. He came around to my ear and growled at me.  

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Don’t drop that dildo, Evie. Hold onto it, keep it in your wet hot pussy. Don’t you dare drop it?

He said this over and over, each time he spoke he knocked the end of it with his fingers or gave my arse cheeks a slap with his hand.

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I was so turned on by his words and his gestures I didn’t know if I could hold onto the dildo for too much longer. I was soaking wet from arousal and I wanted to touch myself, to thrust the sex toy in and out of my pussy. To hit my G’ spot and to rub my clitoris as I screamed out instructions of my own for him to fuck me.

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He must have read my mind because, at that moment when I thought I couldn’t hold on anymore, he pulled me off the massage couch and bent me over it so we were facing the long full-length mirror. He removed the dildo and replaced it with his hard cock. Holding onto my wrists behind my back and pulling on my hair, lifting my head towards him for a kiss. Thrusting into me again and again. He felt so good.

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Is this what you want Evie? He asked as he pounded into my wet hot hole. Harder and faster he pushed into me.

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Is this what my dirty little slut wants. My tits slapping against the surface of the raised massage couch. It was then he caught sight of me watching the two of us in the mirror. That look he gave at that moment was my undoing. CUM NOW EVIE.     

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