It was just another boring cocktail party until she walked in.  I saw her look around with a “Why in the hell am I here” look on her face and then our eyes met.  I’ll swear to my dying day that a spark jumped between us.

She made her way toward the makeshift bar and I excused myself from the group I’d been talking with and headed for her.  I moved next to her at the bar and before she had a chance to order herself a drink I said:

 “You don’t want to be here any more than I do.  May I suggest that we leave and go some place where we can get to know each other?” 

I saw the smile behind the cool, appraising glance she gave me and then she said, “Do you have any place in particular in mind?”

“Well, it is too soon in our relationship to ask your place or mine, so I was thinking about some place close by.  Maybe Mario’s?  They make a killer martini there and it’s just around the corner.”

Over martinis I learned that her name was Fiona, that she was twenty-seven years old and that she made her living as a painter of portraits, still lifes and landscapes.  When I asked her if there were any men in her life she looked me right in the eye and said, “Not until now.”

“Does this mean that it’s time for the your place or mine question?”

“How close are we to your place?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

She reached for her purse, “Mine’s only five - lets go.”

Following her to her place I wondered what was happening to me.  I’ve chased a lot of ladies in my time and I’ve been successful with quite a few, but it was never like this.  Never had I looked at one and knew - just knew - that she was the one that was meant for me.  And never, not ever, had things moved so quickly.  From opening conversation to leaving Mario’s it was less than forty-five minutes.  I wondered if she too had felt the spark or whether she was just easy.

It did not take me long to find out that she was perfect for me.  She unlocked the door of her apartment and was taking off her clothes before I was even inside.  She pulled me toward the bedroom.

“Hurry, come on, hurry.” 

There was no foreplay - we hit the bed and went after each other like two people possessed and it was perfect.  I instinctively knew what she wanted, where and how to touch, and she knew the same about me.  The only way to describe it would be to say we fit - we were made for each other.  After the first frenzied fuck she brought me back to life with the best head I’d ever gotten.  Our second coupling, while not as frenzied as the first, was still intense and when it was over I surprised her by going down on her cum filled pussy.  She told me later that no man had ever done that to her before.  We went twice more before falling asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

I woke to find her leaning on an elbow and looking down at me.  When she saw that I was awake she said, “Will I see you again or was I wrong in thinking that something special happened between us last night?”

“I felt it, but I didn’t know if you did.”

“Oh I felt it all right.”

We did not leave her bed until six that evening and only then because we needed something to eat besides each other.  After eating we went to my apartment so I could get a change of clothes, but we were no sooner in the door than she asked me where the bedroom was.  I pointed and she headed for it stripping as she walked.  I had more sex that weekend than I’d had in the previous two months and I was pretty much exhausted when I dropped her off at her apartment on Sunday night.  As she got out of the car she said, “Are you sure you won’t come up?”

“If I come up I’m liable to miss work tomorrow.”

She laughed, “Yeah, you probably would.”

“I get off work at five.”

“I’m sorry baby, but I’m busy tomorrow night.  How about Tuesday?”

I told her that I would see her then and I headed on home.

For the next three months Fiona and I saw each other every night but Monday and Thursday.  When I asked why I couldn’t see her on those days she told me that those were the two nights when people sat for portraits.  I told her that I’d love to watch her work, but she said no.  “You would be too much of a distraction for me baby, and I couldn’t afford to be throwing down my brushes to rip off a quick piece.”  It was something that I could understand so I didn’t press her on it. 

At the end of three months I proposed.  Given the way we felt about each other I expected the proposal to be a slam-dunk so I was stunned when Fiona said no.

“But why not?  We are perfect for each other.”

“I won’t marry you because I don’t want to give up my independence.  What we have is working and I don’t see any need to change things.”

I worked on her for another two weeks, but she wouldn’t budge on the matter.  I finally decided to drop the matter before I ended up screwing up what we already had.

Another three months went by and one day I was having a business lunch with a client and I saw Fiona walk into the restaurant on the arm of a man I didn’t know.  Frank saw where I was looking and he smiled and said, “She really is a looker, isn’t she?  I wish I had the price.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s a very high priced call girl.  She gets five hundred for a four-hour afternoon visit and a thousand bucks for an all-nighter.  Unfortunately that’s way, way out of my league.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No.  I met her once through a mutual friend who was one of her clients.”

I didn’t believe him.  How could I?  He was talking about the woman I wanted to marry - the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.  Fiona and her escort sat on the opposite side of the restaurant from us and Fiona was sitting with her back to me and even though she couldn’t see me, I never took my eyes off of her until it was time for me to leave.

I knew Frank was wrong, but even though I knew it, it was still in my mind and eventually human nature took over - I had to know for sure.  I couldn’t take time off from work during the day and I knew where she was every night but Monday and Thursday so I decided to play detective on those two nights.  The next Monday found me camped out in a dark corner of her apartment parking lot.  At seven I saw a man climb the stairs and knock on the door to her apartment and Fiona greeted him with a kiss and the two of them disappeared into the room.  I was crushed.  I doubted that kissing the customer was part of sitting for a portrait.  I sat out there in my car watching the windows of Fiona’s apartment for over four hours and when the lights went off and the man still hadn’t come out I knew that Frank knew what he was talking about.

The next night Fiona could tell that something was wrong and she kept after me to tell her what it was.  Finally I told her about my lunch with Frank, what he had said and about my night in her parking lot.  I looked at her hoping that she would get mad and tell me how wrong Frank was and that she would have a perfectly good excuse for Monday night.  Instead she looked away from me and said, “I hoped that you would never find out.”

“You mean it’s true?”

“Yes, at least a little bit.”

“What does a little bit mean?”

“It means that there is a side of me that you don’t know about.  Yes I used to be a high priced call girl, but I quit three years ago.  That is, I quit most of it.  I kept two of my regular customers.”

“What is it about those two that is so special?”

“They pay extremely well and they each have something that I need.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, I suppose since our relationship is pretty much toast it won’t hurt to tell you.  The two customers that I kept like to be bullied and humiliated and there is a part of me that has to bully and humiliate.  The irony is that I could never have a serious relationship with a man who would allow me to treat him like that, but I still have the need to do it.  I get some of my most intense orgasms when I fuck a man up the ass with a strap on dildo and listen to him squeal.  I get off on having them under my thumb and it is a part of me that I can’t give up.

“Do they fuck you?”

“Sometimes, not often, but sometimes.”

I sat there looking at her and my mind was in turmoil.  I had found the perfect woman for me, the woman who fit me like a glove and now I found that my perfect woman has a flaw - a serious flaw.

 “I suppose that is the real reason why you won’t marry me?”

Fiona nodded and said, “I know myself well enough to know that if I married you I would try to be a faithful wife, but that eventually the need to be dominant would cause a problem between us.  If I tried to dominate you and you let me I would lose all respect for you and we would be finished.  My only option would have been to step outside the marriage and if I did that and you found out it also would end it for us.  Not getting married gave the me the best of all worlds - I had my two regular wimps and, at least until now, I had you.”

I was silent for several moments and then I said, “You still have me.  I can’t walk away from what we have.  I’ll find a way to come to grips with this, but I’m not going to give you up.”

“I’m sorry lover, but it just won’t work.  Now that you know about it, it will be all you think about when I’m not with you and eventually it would poison our relationship.”

“No, I don’t think it would.  Actually, the thought of you dominating some poor wimp turns me on.”

“Oh yeah?  How turned on?”

To answer her I pointed at the bulge in my trousers.

“Honey, that’s just hormones.  That’s here and now stuff.  How are you going to handle my coming home to you after one of my dates has fucked me?  No baby, it just wouldn’t work.”

“I’m not just going to walk away.  There must be some way I can show you that I won’t let what you do have any affect on my feelings for you.”

“Well, it would be easy enough to find out.  I’ll let you watch from the closet while I do my thing.  I’ll let him fuck me and when he is gone you can come out of the closet and eat my cum filled pussy.  If you can do that you just might be able to handle what I do.”

Despite the disgust I felt at seeing a grown man allow himself to be treated the way Fiona was treating him I none the less had a very stiff cock as I watched the expression on Fiona’s face as she plowed the man in his ass with a 10” strap on dildo.    He was squealing like a pig and begging her not to stop.  His dick jutted out beneath him and leaked pre-cum on the sheets as Fiona fucked his ass and beat on his ass with a ping pong paddle.  I watched, amazed, as his cock, untouched by human hands, suddenly erupted and spit cum all over the bed.  The man fell forward and laid in the mess he’d just made as Fiona un-strapped the fake cock and tossed it aside. 

She laid down next to the man, “Come on worm, you’re not done yet.  You know what you have to do now.”  The man got up and Fiona said, “Lick my ass and eat my pussy.  If you do a good job I just might let you put your pathetic little cock in me.”  The man knelt between her legs and I couldn’t see what he was doing, licking her ass or her pussy, but I could see her looking at the closet and smiling.  After several minutes she said:

 “That’s enough you pathetic little freak.  You may fuck me now, but be quick about it; I need to get you out of here so I can do my nails.” 

The man positioned himself over her and slid his cock into her pussy.  Her facial expression told me that she was enjoying it, but she still continued to heap verbal abuse on the man.  Even though his cock was a good seven inches and pretty fat Fiona said:

 “Come on, put it in, I don’t have all day.” 

The man was pounding into her as hard as he could and she was saying, “Are you going to fuck me or not.  If you can’t do any better than this you should stop and go into the bathroom and get yourself off by hand.”

 I saw Fiona’s eyes glaze over and her nails bite into the man’s ass as she had an orgasm, but I don’t think he realized it as he was too wrapped up in being humiliated.  I was surprised at the control Fiona had.  Even as she was having her orgasm she was saying:

 “Is this the best you can do?  You call this fucking?  No wonder your wife has to go out and fuck other men.  I’ll bet my fifteen-year-old paper boy can do better and he is probably still a virgin and doesn't know what to do.”

  The man lasted a long time and Fiona had two more orgasms before he finally collapsed on top of her.  She pushed him off of her and told him to get dressed and get out.

When he was gone I came out of the closet and Fiona was lying on the bed, legs spread and waiting for me.

 “Okay baby, come on over here and clean his cum out of my pussy.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

The smile left her face and her face turned sad, “I knew it wouldn’t work.  I knew that you couldn’t handle it, but then I don’t suppose that any man could.”

“That’s not it sweetie, that’s not it at all.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple sweetie.  You have already admitted that you can’t respect a man you can boss around so there is no way I’m going to let you tell me to come on over and eat another man’s sauce out of your cunt.  If you want me to eat your pussy you are going to have to ask me and ask me nice.”

“The smile came back, “Please baby, will you please come over here and eat my pussy?”

“Why should I?”

“To show me that I’m yours baby, to show me that you don’t mind my being a slut sometimes.”

I looked at her as she lay there fingering her pussy.  “All right, I’ll eat your pussy, but only on one condition - you have to marry me.”

She held up her arms to me, “Whatever you want baby, whatever you want.”

I smiled at her, “Just you remember that” I said as I got on the bed and lowered my mouth to her sopping wet box.