Taking Advantage

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2006, 2009

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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?

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