Taking Advantage by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2006, 2009 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. Abstract: When you pretend to be someone else on line, you should be careful about carrying that over into real life My wife was out of town, so I was snooping in her computer. Not that I expected to find anything, she's about as vanilla as they come. I'm the kinky one, but she doesn't know about that. When I opened her instant messenger though, I got a double whammy. She had it set for automatic logon, so I didn't need to guess her password to read her saved message logs. She was IM-ing as a *man*. Not just a man, but a rather stern dominant. While I was digesting this, one of her contacts came on line and popped up a message box. "Master Karl, this lowly woman's husband has left town on short notice; i can be Yours if you so desire tonight." I blinked. "deborah" in lower case. A submissive woman who thought she was talking to a Master. My cock reared at the possibilities. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. Deborah, whatever her real name was, lived in a nondescript suburban house. I knocked on the door and a tall redhead opened it. She was wearing a red silk kimono, and from the way it draped on her I could tell that was all she wore. She closed the door, sank to her knees, and quickly unfastened my slacks to get my cock into her mouth. I had to balance myself against the door; she was deft and skillful. I came hard and fast. She licked my cock clean and kissed the tip, then stood up and posed for me, slowly removing the kimono and turning a pirouette. She was nude and shaved, her nipples fat and swollen, and the end of a plug protruded from between her luscious bottom cheeks. "Sir will be more comfortable in the living room," she suggested, and I agreed with that. I followed her, ditching my briefs as I went. I probably looked silly in just my shirt and shoes, but hell -- this was a real scene, not one of my on-line fantasies! The sofa was upholstered in some material that scratched my ass, and the discomfort didn't even bother me. Deborah brought me a drink. "Rum and Coke, as Sir told me." I'm a bourbon man, but I could hardly contradict what "myself" had told her. I drank quickly, the liquor giving me a buzz while she removed my shoes and socks and massaged my feet between her breasts. It was so good, I felt giddy and light-headed. I *was* light-headed. Then I was out. I woke up with a headache, bent over the back of the sofa, naked with my hands bound behind me. The acrid taste of plastic filled my mouth, pinning my tongue down, and something hard was pressing against my asshole. My muscles were fighting that intrusion, but I wouldn't be able to keep it out for long. "Sir had too much to drink, perhaps," came Deborah's mocking voice from behind me. I felt the head of the thing pop past my sphincter, invading me and shoving my insides into places they didn't belong. I tried pushing my feet against the floor, but that only made the thing shift more. Her smooth hand curled around my cock; the damn thing was hard and pulsing in her grip. "Sir will remember all the things He had me do on line, I trust. We have plenty of time to explore them." Deborah twisted the prod forcefully in my ass, making me grunt around the thing in my mouth, even as her other hand maintained and encouraged my erection. My desire to get away from the thing in my ass fought against my mounting need for an orgasm. She didn't seem to be in any hurry, and I suddenly had a dreadful thought – whose spouse was going to be out of town longer, mine or hers? /END/