Chapter 1
I cannot believe what I did last night! I have been sitting here at the kitchen table all morning, going over it in my head. Reliving it. I am shocked, mortified, and even worse, excited.
I am a happily married woman. Well, mostly happy. My husband has this great new job, lots of money, and we have a very nice house. Unfortunately, he travels all the time. So I find myself sitting around the house bored to death.
We recently bought a new computer, with a modem. My husband uses it when he works at home. I use it to play when he is out of town. I discovered "chatting", and that led to the opening of a whole new horizon. I was shocked when I first went on line and saw the channels that people could explore. Sex with animals, rape, something called watersports, and sex with kids. I also saw channels that were for people who apparently shared my most secret fantasy. For a long time I resisted going in.
I don't know if I was just trying to avoid trouble, or if I was afraid of making the fantasy too real. I have had fantasies of being a sex slave to an older man since I was in my early teens. Usually to someone who was not attractive, and who was mean and took pleasure in making me do things that were nasty and perverted and humiliating. I have no idea where these fantasies come from, but I frequently fantasize about them while masturbating, and even when making love to my husband.
Finally, one day, during one of my husband's many trips out of town, I went in. Well, it was fantastic! I was invited to chat by an older man and we acted out my fantasy on line. I described myself to him. I am 23, 5'7", 118, natural blonde, 32B, and I am considered quite attractive. He was 48, 5'10", 225, and he insisted that he had a thick 9" cock. He even sent me a picture of it. But of course, I don't know if it was actually his picture. It was very impressive though.
I agreed to do everything he ordered me to do. At his direction I took off my t-shirt, my jeans, my panties, I wasn't wearing a bra. Now I was totally naked, talking to a strange man about sex! It was very exciting. I imagined that he could see me and he made me touch myself and brought me to orgasm as he described all the things he would love to do to me.
I was hooked! From then on, whenever my husband was away, I was on the Internet. In that chat room, or a similar one. I told strange men my fantasies, in great detail, and acted out their fantasies as well. I was hooked. I explored some of the other kinky channels, including the rape channel. I found a lot of excitement there too. But I always went back to looking for a man to tell me what to do, to use me and abuse me.
Well, last night things got a little out of hand. My husband has been gone almost two weeks, I was incredibly horny and lonely, and I had drunk a couple of glasses of wine. I am not a total non-drinker, but my limit is usually one glass.
I was talking to a guy from Australia, an older guy, who was a bit wilder than I was used to, but he was so far away that I felt safe, and I was getting pretty tipsy, so I was enjoying it. He convinced me to get a third glass of wine as we talked. BIG MISTAKE!! I did, and as the evening wore on I was doing everything he ordered. He was pretty good at it too.
He talked about making me fuck and suck strange men for his amusement. Undressing me in public, letting men touch me intimately in a public place. He made me touch myself. He got me so aroused, and I was so tipsy, I guess I just got carried away.
He told me to call a taxi, and when the driver got there I was to go out to the car, naked, and bend over the hood and beg the driver to fuck me. I could not do that, of course, in this neighborhood. I told him I wanted to serve him, but I couldn't obey that order. He kept after me though, and as unbelievable as it seems, we reached a compromise. I would call a taxi, and when it arrived I would go out in my robe and ask the driver to come in and help me with my bags.
I cannot explain why I agreed to this. I guess it was a combination of the wine, being so aroused, and a desire to experiment with my fantasies. Maybe doing it on the computer just wasn't enough anymore. I actually made the call!
As I waited for the taxi to arrive my Australian master began giving me instructions on what to do when he arrived. He kept trying to get me to do something outside, but finally he became more reasonable. I would go outside, in only my robe, and invite the driver in. I would ask him to sit in my chair at the computer, and my master would explain that I was his slave and I would do whatever he wanted. He was going to tell the driver that I was going to lick him and suck him and then let him fuck me. While I was doing this, the driver was to tell him all about it. And I was to have our poloroid camera ready so that the driver could take some pictures of me to send to him. I thought that would be safe, he was half a world away, and I was half drunk.
Things didn't go exactly as planned, but just about. It was like I was watching myself from outside my body! I heard the cab pull up in my driveway. I put my robe on and hurried out. I invited the driver in, he seemed a little put out, but he agreed to help me with my bags.
I don't know what I was expecting, he was very unattractive, very overweight, in his mid to late 40s, and he didn't look all that clean. I cannot explain why I didn't come to my senses and tell him it was all a mistake, but it was like I was in a trance.
I led him inside; I could almost feel his eyes on me, trying to see through my thin robe. I led him into the computer room and asked him to sit in my chair.
He looked a little worried, he could tell that something unusual was going on. I opened my robe and as his eyes bugged out I told him that someone on the computer wanted to talk to him.
I cannot explain how I felt when I stood nude in front of this strange man. All of a sudden I was in one of my fantasies. I was embarrassed. I was aroused. I was totally without free will. At that point I was ready to do whatever I was told, the nastier the better.
He finally tore his eyes away from my now naked body and looked at the computer screen. I leaned over and told my Aussie master that I was now nude and the cab driver was sitting in my chair waiting for him to explain.
My master told the driver that I was his sex slave slut, I would do everything he told me to do. And he invited him to explore my body while he talked.
I jumped as I felt his large clammy hands touch my skin. He started at my thigh in the back, moved up over my ass, up to my tits, exploring every inch of me, thoroughly, roughly. His hand moved down to my pussy and he left it there as he turned back to the screen.
My master told the driver that he wanted him to tell him everything I was doing as he ordered me to touch him and suck him and fuck him. Here was where the first hitch occurred. Our driver could not type. So I was to service the driver, and keep my master informed at the same time. All during this conversation the driver's hands were all over me. Humiliating me, driving me crazy.
I knelt and unzipped the driver's pants. He stood and I pulled them down, along with his shorts. He balanced himself by putting his hands on my head as he stepped out of his pants. He had a very large stomach, and very fat cock. Only about average length, but very fat. And it was already hard and oozing pre-cum from the tip.
My initial impression was pretty close, I guess he bathed more or less regularly, but it had been a long hot night I imagine, because I could smell the sweat from his crotch. The driver sat back down and, as instructed, I knelt between his legs and began to kiss his cock. It was very distasteful, but so highly erotic, I could not believe I was actually living out my fantasy! I was sucking some strange man's cock, or about to. I was naked in front of him. I was totally under the power of a man. Two men, actually. I did everything I was told. Licking his cock and his balls. Taking his balls into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue. Lifting his legs and licking his ass. I was on the verge of an orgasm just from obeying these nasty orders.
Finally I took him into my mouth and gave him the best blowjob I had ever given anyone. Not that there were that many. I had only been with two other men before my husband, and I was so young and naive that I really had very little experience.
Luckily he didn't last long. His cock was so fat that my mouth was really getting sore. After about five minutes he grabbed my head and held me as he moved his hips up and down and shot his huge load into my mouth.
It was very hard to keep up, but I managed to swallow all but a couple of small drops. However, he was kind enough to catch them with his finger and shove them into my mouth.
I stayed on my knees and turned to the computer to tell my master what had just occurred. As I typed I felt the driver's hands all over me again. I was instructed to hand the driver the camera and he typed out to the driver what pictures he wanted him to take.
Like a stupid, stupid fool, I followed every order. I took his cock back into my mouth and looked at the camera, I licked his balls, and I sat back and spread my legs and even played with myself for the camera.
I even had several orgasms as I posed!
Then I was ordered to suck him hard again, so that he could fuck me. I had to admit that I was in such a sex-crazed state, I wanted that ugly old man's fat cock in me.
Unfortunately, his days of getting seconds were over, I sucked and sucked, but I could never get him more than about half hard. Finally my mouth could take no more. Fortunately, my master was getting bored and decided that was enough.
As a final humiliation, I was ordered to give the driver twenty dollars, to pay him for his time!
The driver got up and dressed, gave my body a few last gropes, and left. I saw him to the door and after a few more minutes of talking to the Aussie, going over what I had done, agreeing to meet him again, I signed off and went to bed.
Before going to sleep, however, I spent at least half an hour molesting my vibrator. I came and I came and I came as I relived everything I had done in my mind. Finally I more or less passed out.