As I readied myself for what was to come, it only took a moment to flashback to how it all started. One night, during a night out with the girls, one of our group blurted out about how she was getting a little satisfaction on the side. She went on to tell us how she learned about internet chat rooms from her son, who used them to keep in touch with his friends.
She started out as an innocent person in the room, and over the months became more and more involved, until she was regularly keeping online company with a stable of men, each deriving whatever mutual pleasure they could by typing dirty and erotic things to each other. She giggled as she told us that it allowed her to be either a giggly 16 year-old teenager or a fully-grown sex goddess that could bring men to their knees at her feet.
As she went on, I could not help but think about how much fun it could be. Maybe reliving some of my past dalliances, or even better, playing out some of the fantasies I wanted to try, but my husband was either unable or unwilling to try. The internet was like an adult fantasyland... Why didn't I think of it?
My husband Ben and I had not been getting along well of late. He had not even shown an interest in me for the past few months. I like to think of myself as fairly attractive at five feet, four inches tall, 120 lbs. and my measurements are 34C-26-34. I even keep my brown hair down past my shoulder blades, because Ben likes it. Or liked it, at any rate. He was working hard, I knew, and traveled some as well. But for the past several months, it was like he seemed to hate coming home. I would try to talk to him, but usually he was too tired. He didn't want to discuss it, he didn't want to discuss anything! I was getting lonely, and couldn't understand why Ben was acting this way. Finally I just gave up trying, and started to get myself ready to move on.
Late a couple of nights later, I logged in to my first chat room. It was all just a blur, the names, the abbreviations, each person knowing the other. It took a few days, but I eventually began to become accepted, even after I blew off the first few guys who tried to get my personal information, even going so far as to ask me to meet them. Some of the rooms had definite themes. One was a Gorean Retreat, whatever that was, another was a Domination Dungeon. I was even surprised to find a few online Brothels. I found these to be very interesting, as they were run almost like a real business. I even got an online job as a hooker, the online term is "working girl", at one of the houses. It was so very much fun, being given clients at random, and fulfilling fantasies, his and mine.
The favorite fantasy I got to enjoy was having interracial sex with a black man. I had lost my virginity to a black man, and have lusted for big black cocks ever since. I love my husband, but there is something about being fed a long, fat, dark cock between my parted thighs that gets my motor running! As the months went on, my online activity grew to several times a week, usually for a couple of hours. I grew my own stable to regular men, many of them black. One in particular became my favorite. We would have a hot session of cybersex, and then spend a little bit just chatting, getting to know each other, learning more about how to please each other. I was even forming an emotional attachment to him. As it turned out, I eventually felt comfortable enough with him to be collared as his cyber sex-slave. He and I would meet online and I would fulfill his commands. Many times they were to please him in a particular way. Many others were for me to please others, sometimes with him watching, sometimes not.
I began to get immersed into these roles, to the point I would wear the same clothing in front of my keyboard as I was "wearing" online. Twice, my husband would come home to find me just clicking off the screen, my cheeks flushed, wearing a sheer blouse, miniskirt and heels. I would then attack my him, using his body to play out the online fantasy. I even started to go out during the day, running my errands dressed in revealing outfits, whether is a blouse one-size too small, a satin circle skirt hemmed well above my knees, thigh-high hose and 4-inch heels, or any combination of the above. One thing was sure, I stopped wearing panties unless I had to, and I only wore a bra if I was worried about being arrested for indecent exposure. It was after I started to do this I realized my online fun was more than fun. It was my addiction. I was addicted to being online and playing out fantasies. Some of them pure and sweet, but more of them dirty and nasty. My Master would up the ante to the point I told him where I lived. It turned out he only lived a little over 100 miles away from me. That cyber session made me climax more than once, the very thought of how near he was driving me crazy.
Which brought me to today. My Master finally commanded to meet Him. So I did. And I was introduced to Darin. Darin was true to his descriptions online. He is almost six and a half feet tall, well muscled, with bulging muscles and dark black skin. He was well-dressed, in tan slacks and a maroon shirt, the fabric taut over his frame and muscles. I wore the commanded outfit, a thin, champagne satin halter dress, the circle skirt hemmed above my knees, dark thigh high hose and 4-inch black patent-leather pumps. No other clothing was permitted. We had a small lunch as we talked, and I made it a point to tease him a little as we ate. Even though to date our relationship had been online, there was no doubt Darin was going to up the ante, so to speak. It was just a matter of time. Darin spoke of how he wanted to do things to me, and it made such an impression I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. Of course, since I was panty-less, I was making a growing spot on the seat, too!
Darin pondered aloud about taking me across the street and down the alley, then having me grab my ankles and feeling his cock inside me from behind. Another was to perhaps restrain my wrists overhead and after he was through with me, leaving me to the homeless men who might find me. Each fantasy became wilder and wilder, until my vagina was burning to be used. Fast, furiously, and often. Finally, Darin motioned for us to leave, and I happily placed myself on his arm, making sure each step made my hips sway a little more than needed, the hem of my skirt flipping about to tease any other men who saw me, and letting them know I belonged to Darin.
Darin led me down the street, the passing cars creating a brief maelstrom of wind to play with my skirt, exposing more of me than a proper woman should. And I loved it! My heart raced as Darin's big, meaty hand cupped my rear end, and slipped around to grope my breast. We stopped mid-stride and he turned me to face him, a deep longing in his eyes as my upturned face stared into his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and parted my lips to kiss him, passionately and longingly. My voice moaning as his tongue mashed over mine, his hands on my hips as he pulled me to him. My nipples rubbed against his hard-muscled chest, the thin satin covering them not doing much to insulate our bodies, or conceal my growing arousal.
Darin broke our kiss, my lips upturned in a wide smile. All thoughts of my husband were well and buried in the back of my mind, hidden under piles of lust and raw sexual desire to mate with this man I saw as a man superior to my husband. Darin led me back to the restaurant, and to our cars. I started to mine when Darin pulled me back.
"My slut rides with me." he ordered.
I shrugged my shoulders and got into his car with him, letting the hem of my short skirt rise as it needed, and sat in the passenger seat, the tops of my thigh-high hose exposed to him. Darin then reached behind the seat and dug in a paper bag for a moment for something, then turned to face me, one hand still draped over the seat.
"Online, you play a good slut, obedient, pleasing, and willing. You play a good fantasy. Are you ready to make it for real?" he asked.
My heart was pounding at the thought of being used by this Ebony god, my body quivering lightly at the thought of being taken by him. My mouth was so dry I couldn't talk for a moment, then I cleared my throat and answered him.
