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Mid-Day Directions

She hated his trips out of town. She missed their time watching movies and just enjoying being together. They did lead to some interesting “excursions” of her own though. Trips to the “Dark Side” as he often referred to them with a devious grin and a twinkling in his eye. She had been open with him since day one about wanting to be dominated in the bedroom. He was new to it but liked the idea and had even devised ways to assert this dominance, long distance.

While he was gone, he would direct many of her masturbation sessions. He definitely had an active imagination. She often wondered where some of this stuff came from but trusted him and obediently obeyed his every direction.

On one occasion in particular, he had her strip down to only her panties, he had a bit of a panty fetish, and lie on the bed rubbing herself through the satin. She began caressing her pussy, waiting for his next command. The mystery was a turn on and soon her satin panties were soaked in her sweet nectar.

The text with the next step came soon. “Take off your panties”, he instructed. “Hmmm, that’s easy enough”, she thought. Then the proverbial “other shoe” dropped.

“Now, roll over, and lift your hips and ass into the air toward the bedroom window.” It was broad daylight. The blinds venetian blinds were closed, but she still felt vulnerable and exposed. She knew it was still possible to see through them if you were close enough. Still, she complied, after all, she had asked for this. With herself exposed to what seemed like the world, she waited for the next text.

“It is the middle of the day.” “You won’t want to be too loud”, came next. “Stuff your panties in your mouth.” She hesitated, “WTF!?”. They were drenched in her juices, but she must do as he commanded. Hesitantly she touched the moist satin to her lips. She could taste herself, a sudden over whelming wave of arousal came over her. This was so deviant, so outside her comfort zone, yet so fucking decadent. She stuffed them the rest of the way in.

She wasn’t waiting on his next command. Her hand was between her legs feverishly rubbing her clit. Occasionally, she would slip a couple of fingers inside. “This is exactly what he had in mind”, she imagined.

Soon her juices were flowing down her thighs, the ceiling fan causing waves of chill to come over her bare skin. She began texting him updates as well as she could. Some of her messages were quite garbled as her body would get caught up in orgasmic shocks that felt amazing and rocked her entire body. He could get the jest of her messages and picture the scene in his mind. Such an awesome sight!

She longed for a hard cock inside her. She was in the perfect position for it. If she let herself go, she could feel his firm grip on her hips, the pressure against her as he pushed to slide his cock inside her. She was so tight that she could feel every detail of his cock as he filled her with his throbbing manhood, the shape of the head, his veiny shaft, hitting all the right spots.

Before she knew what was happening, a wave came over her, her toes curled, she felt drunk, a loud moan struggled against the panty gag as her back arched and a strong orgasm burst forth from deep inside. Her calves and feet were now soaked. Then came another and another. Steaming nectar spurted from her and ran down her thighs, soaking the bed beneath her. She collapsed on the bed, removing the panties from her mouth to catch her breath.

She lay there panting and messaged him, with trembling hands, all the details. Five hundred miles away he smiled to himself. He was already planning their next session………

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