Helen, his wife and my slut

Helen, his wife and my slutThis happened to me about forever and a day ago. Back then I was subscribed to a casual dating website. My goal was to set up a couple of “friends with benefits” type of arrangements to always have somebody to fuck with no strings attached. It backfired and I actually fell in love with one of the girls and have been dating her for a while. But this is not a story about her. This is the story about one memorable experience from that site and the only encounter that was interesting enough to carry some aspects of it into another relationship…but more on that later.Helen was a housewife who was slightly older than me, 37 to my 33. She had a lean body with small tits and a firm little ass. Her profile pictures showed as much, she was layed out next to a pool in a skimpy bikini in one of them and was wearing an open blouse over a bra in the other. Both pictures showed her with big sunglasses to conceal her identity but it was clear that she had a great body and liked showing it. It was also clear from her profile that she was married and looking for an affair.I wrote her a message complimenting her body and asking her what exactly she was looking for but it was clear from her answer that she was not sure about that herself. She said she was looking for a dominant guy willing to fuck her hard and own her for a while but she also mentioned that she tuzla escort was feeling neglected by her husband which sounded to me like she was looking for emotional support but I was not looking to offer her any. So I decided to see how much she would be willing to be dominated and owned and forego the emotional stuff.- “I am not sure if you are ready for this. So here’s a challenge for you”, I wrote her from my cellphone while at work. “I want you to send me a picture of the outfit you would wear to our first meeting. Show me what you have to offer but not so that my neighbors would think I am a pervert who orders pros to his apartment.”I wanted it to be a challenge, wanted to see if she had some fantasy. I send her my credentials to one of the anonymous messaging services and waited for the pics. When I got home and opened to messager I was disappointed. It was a mirror selfie. She was wearing a knee length skirt, a top and a scarf.- “If this is the best you have to offer I am not interested.” I wrote- “You said not to scare the neighbors.”- “But I did not order you to bore them to death either.”The phone rang again 2 minutes later. The scarf was gone. So was the bra under the top and she had hiked up the skirt to show more of her legs.- “Better. Get closer to the mirror, I want to see more of that cleavage.”Another picture arrived seconds later. It was a top down tuzla escort bayan view into her top.- “Lose the top, show me your tits.”The phone rang again, she was topless. Her perky tits stood upright and the nipples were hard and threw shadows in the overhead light.- “How many guys have sucked on those nipples?”- “Do you mean total?”- “Yes.”- “About 10.”- “And how many since you have married?”- “Just my husband.”So this was it. She had no idea what she was doing because she had been married for the last 15 years and this was totally new to her.- “Do you like taking my orders? Does it make you wet?”- “Yes.”- “So, what is it you are looking for exactly.”- “I want to be a slut. I want to be fucked by a stranger. I want it up my ass. I NEED it up my ass.”- “Have you ever been assfucked?”- “No.”- “Then why do you need it now?”- “Because it means that I am owned and because it is going to hurt. Please, I need it.”- “Are you fingering your cunt right now?”- “Yes.”- “Show me, slut.”The pictures appeared on my screen. First just a mirror selfie of her spread legs, her cunt wet and gaping open. Then another one with her fingers in her cunt.- “What is the sluttiest thing you have ever done?”- “I was fucked on a billiard table once, and I let a guy come on my face.”- “I am not impressed by billiard tables. And if I come on your face then I would expect you to shove the escort tuzla jizz in your mouth and swallow it.”- “I will do whatever you order me to do. Please, make me your slut.”- “I want you to tell me your fantasy. How do you imagine the night you fuck your first stranger to be?”She wrote down her fantasy. She was not getting it. It was not a fantasy of her getting dominated. It was a fantasy of her getting serviced by a dominant guy who, of his own will, did everything for her, fingered her, ate her out,…- “That is not the way it is going to go down, slut. If we meet, I will own you. I will use you. I will push you to your knees, fuck your mouth, drag you to the bed by your hair and fuck your holes till I am done. If you cum, good for you. If not, I don’t care. Because that is how I use a slut.”- “Oh god, I just came so hard. Please, please, let me be your slut. I will do anything.”I agreed…with conditions. She lived a distance away but I was in the vicinity on business every now and then. 2 weeks later would be the next time. I told her that I would have a hotel room there and would tell her where and under what name…provided she put in a bit more effort with her next pics. I told her that I wanted her to send me one new pic of herself every evening. And if they were all good enough I would send her the name of the hotel and my room number when I arrived. I also told her that I did not want to chat with her anymore. I just wanted to pictures and then I would tell her where or wouldn’t. I wanted her to be worried and put some effort in. This time she did not disappoint.To be continued…