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To Have or Not to Have
by The Mistress
John was married to a woman who was as straight as she could be when it came to sex. John, however, wanted, no needed, more than that when it came to sex. His mind, since a very early age, had been filled with fantasies of various acts that he wanted to experience. Like most men, he had married his love and hoped she would expand her horizons over the years. Unfortunately, this was not to be, so John went in search of something or someone to fill his needs. He had several affairs over the years, thinking this woman or that woman would be the one to fulfill these fantasies.
John always "surfed the net" looking for interesting things to read, or look at, namely stories about his desires or pictures that showed others experiencing these acts. Many nights, when he went to bed, his thoughts were of "only if" and he would broach the subject of one sexual act or another with his wife. She ordinarily would snort or turn over and go to sleep. Occasionally, she would say
"hmmmm," and his heart would leap with hope. Over the years though, she never gave him what he needed, though she did half heartedly try to do some of the things he suggested.
One night, while surfing, John began chatting with a woman who seemed to be very much in tune with his desires. They chatted for hours and he hated to quit talking but knew he had to go to bed or his wife would be suspicious. The two said good night and said they would talk again if they ever saw each other again. He slept that night with dreams of serving a Woman in many ways, waking up with a woody like he had not had in many years.
Every night he was online looking for this elusive Woman who intrigued him. They talked of sexual acts, physical and mental, looked at urls together and discussed them, even talked on the phone twice. More and more he knew that She understood his needs.
One night She had been feeling rather frisky and decided to play with his body and mind. By now, she knew most of his desires and she had tweaked these desires in chat. Tonight, she began by having him stroke for her. She counted the strokes to twenty. She told him to lightly enclose his cock with his fingers and stroke up to just below the head and to touch his balls with his pinky finger on the
down stroke. She told him he must not orgasm as they played or she would immediately stop the chat. John stroked as directed and thought he would burst around the count of 16, yet he held off because he knew She would not talk to him again and he needed these talks by now with Her. At the stroke of 20, She said "Good night, sweet
dreams," and logged off.
What????? What did She think She was doing to him. He decided to masturbate as he was so hard and full of cum. His balls were heavy and hanging low between his legs. Then, a little voice in his head reminded him that he had promised not to
come till She approved it. This was new to him and he debated with himself until, he softened and then went to bed, hoping for dreams of Her.
The next night, they met online and when he told her that he had a most uncomfortable night trying to sleep , yet couldn't for thinking of Her. She laughed and said "Weak, weak man! How could you handle Me in person?" He first was irritated with her ego and then admitted to himself that She was right, he did not know if he could endure this treatment in person.
She described what she was wearing that night, a black gown, long sheer with a bra that made her breasts stand up and make cleavage, black heels, black stockings and a red garter belt, no panties. She told him She was playing with Herself and licking Her juices off Her fingers. He moaned and at the same time wondered if she really was telling the truth. She told him to call Her and listen. He called as quickly as his trembling fingers would allow. He heard Her throaty "Hello,
darlin," and a noise in the background. He heard Her moan and breath quicken, then an
"ahhhhhhhhh," and asked Her what She was doing. The noise became louder as She put the phone closer to Her pussy and She laughed. Then She asked, "Wouldn't you like to be between My legs like this toy is?" She told him to stroke as they talked and She used the toy on Her pussy. Within five minutes She groaned and called his name, "John!" She directed him to quit stroking which brought a groan from him. Surely,
She would tell him to come tonight. He did not know how much more he could take. Instead, She said "Good night, sweet dreams" and hung up the phone.
John decided he did not want to do this anymore if he was not going to get anything out of it except the hardest cock he had had in many years. He needed to release his jism. Yet, the next night he was online for an hour before he saw Her arrive online. He told
Her he thought She was playing with him and he wanted more. She told him to do as he wished, that She was in control and it was Her way or no way. They talked some more and he began to feel like he was outside his body with no control over it.
This night, She told him to squeeze his balls which he did and liked the feeling very much. She told him how many times and when to squeeze his balls. He told Her that he was really hard and precum was coming out is great portions. She laughed and said lick it off your fingers. This astounded him! Lick his precum off his fingers!!! He did it and reported to Her that it was not bad. She laughed and told him that many things he would taste would
n ot taste bad. He wondered what She meant. He told Her that he was softening and She told him to smack his cock for Her. He did this and WOW, he was hard again. Surely tonight would be the night. He asked Her if She was going to allow him to come tonight and She laughed and laughed, telling him that he would come when She wanted him
to come. After talking for an hour like this, She had him squeeze his balls as he smacked his
cock, making him very hard and ready to come. When he told Her this, She said "Good night, sweet dream,
darlin."
Damn Her! Who did She think She was??? He would masturbate and be done with it. He started to stroke and then he stopped as he discovered it was just not the same with out Her. He needed
Her permission. He tossed and turned in bed that night dreaming of a Woman standing over him laughing and saying, "Weak, weak, man." and he knew it was true. He was weak for Her. He was getting a bad case of blue balls and even that felt good, though it hurt.
Two nights went by before they made contact again. He had thought about Her so many times and the things She had made him do, yes, made him do, as he felt he had lost control of the situation. Finally, he saw
Her nick come online and his heart began speeding up and his breathing got labored.
She began by telling him that She was in black stockings and garter belt with a long red gown and no shoes. She put Her feet in his lap and began to stroke his cock with Her stockinged feet. The material against his cock felt so exciting, then She put Her toes under his balls and pushed them up. She smacked them back and forth while he grunted and closed his eyes. She smack his cock back and forth and he was definitely at attention them. Finally, She got up and stood in front of him looking down at his hard cock. She laughed, turned around and bent over, exposing Her ass hole to him. Sweat broke out on his forehead and he thought surely not that. She started backing back to him until She felt Her legs against his chair.
At this point She bent over deeply and stuck Her ass in his face and began to grind it on his mouth. To his surprise, his tongue came out and he began to fuck Her ass hole this way.
She pushed back further and he thought he would smother, yet he knew if he died now, he would be a happy man. She raised up for him to breathe and then stuck it back on his face again. She began to pull his balls, squeeze them, roll them in Her
hands, squeeze again and with Her other hand, She stroked him, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She ordered him not to come unless She gave Her blessing.
Just as he thought he could not hold it any longer, She laughed and said "NOW! Give it to Me now! It belongs to Me!" Hot , white, sticky jism poured forth, over and over again. He trembled with weakness and excitement. His eyes were still closed and he was smiling. After a couple minutes, he opened his eyes to say thank you to this magnificent woman. He looked around, and saw...... no one. There was a note on his desk. It read,
"To have or not to have?"
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