niteowluk2003
01-16-2020, 04:33 PM
Joan and the porn theatre.
©copyright 2020 Niteowluk2003.
Chapter 1. first contact.
Joan was a woman of wealth, not super rich or even rich enough to be a spoilt brat but at 32, she had an ex husband whom supplied the alimony payments which meant she did not have to worry where the next dollar was coming from. There was one more thing of note, despite her blonde hair, steely blue eyes and trim 36,24,35 figure; Joan was a slut. This was probably the one thing her ex-husband failed to detect, otherwise he would not have needed to stray and ultimately divorce this sexually needy woman.
Joan simply felt something was missing in her life and began trolling the internet trying to find that missing piece. She never even connected that when reading adult stories, she always found the ones where submissive women made to perform strange sexual favours the most exciting and stimulating. And so it was, one day she found a writer whom, really triggered a nerve with her; as she read how this woman was simply told to go to the ladies room and seduce the next woman whom entered the toilet, they lady never said a word and simply trotted off to the female toilets and undressed in a cubicle waiting for the sound of the door to open. Just as described in the story, as the woman waited for that tell-tale sound, Joan also found her pulse begin to race as her cunt became hot and irritable. She could not resist as she hitched up her skirt and pushed her hand down inside her panties.
Her hand brushed passed her fine curly pubes and she silently groaned as she found her cunt hot and slick with pussy juice, eagerly she scanned the next few lines of text but the author had deviated away from the slut in the toilet and was now describing the Manageress of the coffee shop. Joan had two fingers buried in the heated juicy entrance to her cunt, as she sensed the terrible wait the slut was having to bear. Suddenly in Joan’s mind there sprang a question, to say she was asking herself the question would be a lie, it was if her mind was challenging her resolve as the question posed, How do you seduce a total stranger why you don’t have the choice of finding someone you are attracted too? Even worse for Joan was the thought, could I obey that demand?
Her heated cunt challenged her that the answer would be yes, some way she would have found the courage to obey the instructions. Joan was seconds away from her own orgasm, when she read that the manageress was the one to enter the female toilets, now her eyes glued to the monitor as she read, the slut opened the cubicle door and naked approached the manager silently from behind. The manageress pretended not to see the reflection in the mirror and waited to see how the slut would handle the situation as described to her by Master Roy.
The slut, whom by this time had taken on the appearance of Joan, suddenly tapped the manageress on the shoulder and as she turned round, the slut suddenly kissed her full on the lips and pushed her tongue towards the pale pink loosely closed lips of the manageress. There was a small amount of resistance before their tongues touched and the there was equal pressure pushing back towards the slut, whom now found the manageress squeezing the slut’s nipples and making her squirm to boot.
Just as the manageress broke the kiss, she ordered the slut to kneel before her and to lick her cunt through the manageress’s panties. The manageress grasped a large chunk of the slut’s hair and almost dragged her down on to her knees. The slut licked furiously at the nylon material between her tongue and the woman’s cunt but for Joan, she imagined pulling the panty gusset aside and as she licked fresh air, she imagined the taste of this stranger’s cunt.
Whilst Joan’s fingers worked feverishly in her own cunt, Joan lost herself in the story which she imagined was happening to her. Even walking back from the toilets, Joan staged braless and soaking panties in hand she actually walked out of her study and into her bedroom, laying the panties on the foot of the bed as she had read that the slut had been ordered to spread her panties in open view on the table in front of her master. Unfortunately for Joan though she had to race back to the study in order to continue the story. Before she had finished reading the story, Joan had self-administered two orgasms to her cunt.
As she now calmed down, Joan decided she just had to tell the author about the incredible way his story had not only drawn her in, but also had left her total sated for the night and she praised the writer for what she described as the best sex story she had ever read. Next morning, she logged back into her computer, not expecting a reply from the writer, but there it was. She read it with a quivering heart as it said, “Thank you for taking the time to tell me you enjoyed my work, I found it interesting and curious in equal amounts, You say that you are not a slut nor a submissive person and yet you related so closely with the slut in the story. I will make a challenge for you. I am in London, I think you are in the states somewhere, not to worry though, I order you to go to a local park wearing a blouse, bra and skirt plus shoes only. You are to sit on a bench and flash your cunt to three different people, male or female, but they must be the first three people whom pass you! Is that understood. If you agree to this task, I will expect an email from you by tonight telling me what happened, how you felt as they approached and during the flashing. Also, I will expect you to include how you felt as you went home afterwards. Do not disappoint me if you are the submissive slut, I believe you to be. I will be in Florida for a month in the next five weeks and if all goes well, we can meet and explore things further. Kindest regards, Master Roy.”
Joan replied in an instant saying yes to the task and yes to meeting up on Master Roy’s trip to America.
©copyright 2020 Niteowluk2003.
Chapter 1. first contact.
Joan was a woman of wealth, not super rich or even rich enough to be a spoilt brat but at 32, she had an ex husband whom supplied the alimony payments which meant she did not have to worry where the next dollar was coming from. There was one more thing of note, despite her blonde hair, steely blue eyes and trim 36,24,35 figure; Joan was a slut. This was probably the one thing her ex-husband failed to detect, otherwise he would not have needed to stray and ultimately divorce this sexually needy woman.
Joan simply felt something was missing in her life and began trolling the internet trying to find that missing piece. She never even connected that when reading adult stories, she always found the ones where submissive women made to perform strange sexual favours the most exciting and stimulating. And so it was, one day she found a writer whom, really triggered a nerve with her; as she read how this woman was simply told to go to the ladies room and seduce the next woman whom entered the toilet, they lady never said a word and simply trotted off to the female toilets and undressed in a cubicle waiting for the sound of the door to open. Just as described in the story, as the woman waited for that tell-tale sound, Joan also found her pulse begin to race as her cunt became hot and irritable. She could not resist as she hitched up her skirt and pushed her hand down inside her panties.
Her hand brushed passed her fine curly pubes and she silently groaned as she found her cunt hot and slick with pussy juice, eagerly she scanned the next few lines of text but the author had deviated away from the slut in the toilet and was now describing the Manageress of the coffee shop. Joan had two fingers buried in the heated juicy entrance to her cunt, as she sensed the terrible wait the slut was having to bear. Suddenly in Joan’s mind there sprang a question, to say she was asking herself the question would be a lie, it was if her mind was challenging her resolve as the question posed, How do you seduce a total stranger why you don’t have the choice of finding someone you are attracted too? Even worse for Joan was the thought, could I obey that demand?
Her heated cunt challenged her that the answer would be yes, some way she would have found the courage to obey the instructions. Joan was seconds away from her own orgasm, when she read that the manageress was the one to enter the female toilets, now her eyes glued to the monitor as she read, the slut opened the cubicle door and naked approached the manager silently from behind. The manageress pretended not to see the reflection in the mirror and waited to see how the slut would handle the situation as described to her by Master Roy.
The slut, whom by this time had taken on the appearance of Joan, suddenly tapped the manageress on the shoulder and as she turned round, the slut suddenly kissed her full on the lips and pushed her tongue towards the pale pink loosely closed lips of the manageress. There was a small amount of resistance before their tongues touched and the there was equal pressure pushing back towards the slut, whom now found the manageress squeezing the slut’s nipples and making her squirm to boot.
Just as the manageress broke the kiss, she ordered the slut to kneel before her and to lick her cunt through the manageress’s panties. The manageress grasped a large chunk of the slut’s hair and almost dragged her down on to her knees. The slut licked furiously at the nylon material between her tongue and the woman’s cunt but for Joan, she imagined pulling the panty gusset aside and as she licked fresh air, she imagined the taste of this stranger’s cunt.
Whilst Joan’s fingers worked feverishly in her own cunt, Joan lost herself in the story which she imagined was happening to her. Even walking back from the toilets, Joan staged braless and soaking panties in hand she actually walked out of her study and into her bedroom, laying the panties on the foot of the bed as she had read that the slut had been ordered to spread her panties in open view on the table in front of her master. Unfortunately for Joan though she had to race back to the study in order to continue the story. Before she had finished reading the story, Joan had self-administered two orgasms to her cunt.
As she now calmed down, Joan decided she just had to tell the author about the incredible way his story had not only drawn her in, but also had left her total sated for the night and she praised the writer for what she described as the best sex story she had ever read. Next morning, she logged back into her computer, not expecting a reply from the writer, but there it was. She read it with a quivering heart as it said, “Thank you for taking the time to tell me you enjoyed my work, I found it interesting and curious in equal amounts, You say that you are not a slut nor a submissive person and yet you related so closely with the slut in the story. I will make a challenge for you. I am in London, I think you are in the states somewhere, not to worry though, I order you to go to a local park wearing a blouse, bra and skirt plus shoes only. You are to sit on a bench and flash your cunt to three different people, male or female, but they must be the first three people whom pass you! Is that understood. If you agree to this task, I will expect an email from you by tonight telling me what happened, how you felt as they approached and during the flashing. Also, I will expect you to include how you felt as you went home afterwards. Do not disappoint me if you are the submissive slut, I believe you to be. I will be in Florida for a month in the next five weeks and if all goes well, we can meet and explore things further. Kindest regards, Master Roy.”
Joan replied in an instant saying yes to the task and yes to meeting up on Master Roy’s trip to America.