Saturday, February 16, 2013

First Contact by Sillien


First Contact

She was watching tv, but not really watching. She couldn’t even tell you what was on. Her eyes darted to the bedroom door every minute or so. She couldn’t stop them no matter how much she tried. It was five months now since they had first met online. They tried to work in a weekend together for the last three, but she couldn’t make it, or her couldn’t make, or both. Tonight would be the first time they met in person.

Technically they already had. She met him at O’Hare. He smiled and tried to hug her, but she put out her gloved hand to stop him. It hurt her to see him so sad at that rejection, but it had to happen. The car ride here was made in silence, too. It was so unlike the warmth the two of them usually shared that Martin was biting his lip the entire ride, wanting to ask if everything was okay but thinking the better of it.

She led him to her room in the same manner you’re brought to a bed in the ER by a nurse who would rather be anywhere else. He stripped as he was told, and noticed that she didn’t even glance at him the whole time. All she did was get the rope on the bed posts ready. He sat there, his back straight and against the headboard, as she fastened him down with those damned gloves denying him her real touch. A blindfold was slid over his eyes and a ball gag strapped to his head. Then she killed the lights and closed the door behind her.

Denise stared through the tv for about an hour before shutting it off. There was no more time for waiting, she thought, and hoped the boy might understand why she wanted it to be like this. The gloves finally came off. She walked through the bedroom door. She turned on the lights.

Her face lit up for the first time that day as she looked at what was all hers. Not a perfect body, but her body. Every inch. She sat on the bed. Her hand reached out to his chest, stopping no more than an inch from it. She took in a deep breath and finally, after these long months, pressed her palm to her submissive’s skin for the first time. Martin let out a soft moan through the gag. They both did. Her hand slid across his upper body, from breast to breast, her fingers sliding over each nipple, Not pinching, not yet. Just feeling them. Just listening to the noises coming out of him.

The hand travelled down to the boy’s belly. It was a furry belly. She leaned in, placing the side of her head against the center of his chest. The sound of his heart soothed her, every beat almost lulling her to sleep. His breathing now deeper; faster. Her eyes walked down his body and rested between his legs. His cock was starting to grow. Her fingers touched his sack, and his breathing became even more labored. She moved them up to the base, slowly, Martin moaning now, and she dragged the fingertips up the underside of his cock only to hear him practically squeal. Her fingers wrapped around it now, clutching it, starting to stroke it. Once. Twice. Three times. A fourth for good measure. And she was done with that.

His legs hadn’t been tied down because there was another thing she wanted to do. A drawer was opened and a dildo was removed. A rather generous dollop of lube was spread over it and she crawled onto the bed. A few taps in just the right spot told him to lift his rear a little. She rested the dildo just at the opening of his hole. Oh, his breathing was quickened at that. The free hand grasped his cock while the other pushed the tip in, Denise soaking in every moment of her first time truly violating this boy.

Shoving the dildo all the way inside of him. Pumping his cock. Martin breathing through his nose like a panting dog, muffled moans trying to escape his mouth. She fucked him and pumped him, cackling just a little while the slut bucked his hips to the rhythm. She listened carefully and waited. Waited for that moment when those moans were right next to each other, when the breathing was quick and so shallow. That moment when she could feel the boy was ready to erupt all over her nice clean sheets.

And she stopped. Moans were now whimpers as she let go and pulled the dildo out, setting it aside. Denise waited for a minute for him to cool down before straddling him. She unfastened the gag. She slid the blindfold off. She looked in his eyes and smiled. That was enough to make him smile too. And she leaned in, took his chin in her hand, and kissed him. Deeply. Passionately. Lovingly. She kissed him for a very long time.

She could touch this boy for the first time only once, and now she would always feel satisfied that it had happened precisely the way she wanted it to.

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