The Wilmington Woman s ClubChapter 19 February 1984 Laura Meets Lou
- 3 years ago
- 12
- 0
The Wilmington Woman's ClubChapter 21: Laura & Lou free porn video
Laura got very little sleep that night. She kept wondering why Lou had deprived himself as well as her of coming. She fretted about the matter during her work day, drawing comments and glances from her co-workers throughout the day.
And on retiring for the evening that night, sleep evaded her best efforts, until at 1:30 she called Lou's number.
To her surprise she did not awaken him. It was as if he were waiting for her to call.
"Yes?"
"Lou? It's Laura."
"Hello Laura, what can I do for you?"
"I ... I couldn't sleep."
"Oh ... have you tried NoDoz?"
That caught her off guard and she stumbled, saying, "Um, no ... I ... I was thinking..."
"Thinking about sex, Laura?"
"Um ... yes ... um, no ... Oh, I don't know what I'm thinking."
"But you can't sleep," he said, making it a statement of fact.
"Right ... I was wondering..."
"You know where I live?"
"Yeah ... I think so."
He gave her the address, waited while she wrote it down, then said, "Be here in twenty minutes. Don't be late, or I won't answer the door."
"But..."
"Shut up, and get your ass over here."
He hung up before she could utter another word.
Laura glanced at the bedside clock, jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and peed.
She brushed her teeth, and threw on the same dress she'd worn the night she'd met him; and hurried out the door after making sure she had her house and car keys.
Her hand was shaking as she rang his bell. It was exactly twenty minutes since he'd hung up on her. Laura said a quick prayer that he'd answer the door, and thanked God when he did.
What kind of person am I, thanking God for letting me have a chance to get properly laid? She thought as she entered his apartment.
"Good evening, Laura," he said formerly, and confused her again.
"Yeah ... hi, I ... I guess you're wondering why I called, and why I'm knocking at your door at this ungodly hour, huh?"
He stunned her by saying, "I'd guess it's because you want me to make you cum."
"What?"
"I said you want me to fuck you. Am I right?" Lou knew from prior experience that certain women's desire's increased ten-fold when confronted with the truth about wanting to get laid. It also paved the way for him to restrict her orgasms as a means of controlling her. He could, for example, tell her she could cum, but must wait a half an hour before doing so. Or, as he had the night before, leave her wanting.
When Laura didn't respond, he said, "Well?"
"What?" she said seemingly startled from a far away reverie.
"Did you come here to get laid?"
She turned crimson, and couldn't meet his eye.
He wanted her to ask for it. In fact, he wouldn't proceed until she did. He was well aware that submissives find it hard to ask, thinking perhaps that it will only lead to further denials. The mere fact of asking acknowledges a need, exposes her as powerless against him, and is humiliating.
Of course, for Lou, the humiliation was the point.
"Laura," he said calmly, "you're going to have to ask me to fuck you. In fact, I want you to beg, to convince me that you are desperate. I don't ask that you grovel, but it might help. Of course there's absolutely no guarantee that even if you ask nicely that I'll grant your request. My decision also depends on my whim. I mean, here you are at 1:30 in the morning, wearing the same dress you wore yesterday, am I correct about that?"
Laura could only nod her head.
"I'm a dominant. You're a submissive, and there is no particular connection between what you want and what I choose to give you.
"Oh," she said, and gave his words some thought before replying. "I think I'd rather depend on your whim than ask in the way you want me to."
"I prefer that you answer my question."
That produced a long silence of almost four minutes. Laura bit her lip and tapped her hand against her thigh. Lou remained standing, almost without moving.
Lou broke the silence, saying, "If you want or need something, you have to let me know, because otherwise I can't control you the way I want to. But more than that, it's not for you as my submissive to tell me what I should base my decision on. Don't try to influence me according to what would suit you better.
"So, Laura, if you want to come, you will have to ask me as nicely as you can. The alternative is to turn around and go home."
"I understand," Laura said so softly that he almost couldn't make out her words.
He nodded, and waited.
"I came ... I came here to get ... I came here hoping that you'd fuck me proper." Totally embarrassed, but needing sexual release, she threw up her hands, saying, "Um, make me cum ... please make me cum."
"Nicely said, Laura. Now, why don't you take off that dress and any undies you may have on underneath."
Laura moved as quickly as she could, but not knowing if he had a time limit on her actions caused her fingers to shake, delaying her unnecessarily. When the buttons were undone, she slipped her arms out of the dress and let it flutter to the floor. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples stung as soon as they were exposed in the cool air-conditioned room.
Standing before him in her silky black thong, she gave Lou a questioning look. His nod told her to remove the thong as well, as she did.
"Good girl," he said, encouraging her no end. "Now for some rules: Rule number one. You have to ask permission to come. If you come without permission— you will be severely punished. Rule number two: You need my special permission to come loudly."
He let her stand before him for another minute. Laura, not having know all that many sexual partners, was confused by Lou's taking so long to get down to the sexual aspects of their relationship. It never occurred to her that the long pauses were deliberate, and designed to keep her off-balance, leaving him firmly in control at all times.
"Are you ready to worship my cock," he said finally, breaking the silence.
Laura would have agreed to almost anything at this point, and answered quickly, "Yes, I am."
"Good. Take my clothes off. That is everything but my shirt."
Laura unbuttoned his shirt but left it on. She unlaced his shoes, took them off, then peeled off his socks, placing them carefully inside the shoes. She undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. She took them off, leaving the underpants on till she had neatly folded the trousers. When she had placed the underpants on top of the trousers on the sofa beside him, she turned back towards him and sat down on her haunches and studiously contemplated his cock.
Nadene
- 30.07.2021
- 17
- 0
