Birds of a Feather (Candy- Crusade)

Tom could still remember the first time he'd logged onto that site. It was more out of desperation than anything else. His deviant sexual desires had isolated him for too long. On the off chance he was able to find a woman who could handle him, he was going to make sure he didn't let her get away.

As he perused the requests, it took him no time at all finding Beth's thread. He could remember his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he read through excitedly. It was almost as if she had laid out every one of his kinks in one place. She was willing to submit completely to him and he eagerly took the slot, finding it oddly erotic how much just typing those words helped him get off.

Beth was a dream partner and as things progressed, they started taking their relationship to new heights. Instead of merely keeping things in the roleplay, they started incorporating their webcams. It started out innocent enough, the two just looking back at each other's faces, talking about everything under the sun. But then, things started getting a little more wild. Tom would instruct Beth to take off her clothes and play with herself. He'd deny her of orgasms until she could barely take it anymore and then he'd tell her to go wild. Her body was incredible. Large breasts, curves and a face he couldn't help but want to see covered in his cum.

Things just felt natural and right with Beth. He felt no qualms with undressing for her, centering his cock in the middle of his cam and jerking off until he came for her. Afterwards, they'd just look at each other and talk for seemingly hours. What was even more incredible in getting to know Beth better was just how close the two lived. Living in only the next town over, Tom had always flirted with the thought of the two of them meeting and turning their depraved sexual fantasies into something legitimate. Honestly, Tom was going stir crazy looking at Beth's body and knowing in a sense, he couldn't have it. In fact, for the past few weeks, he told her to keep her clothes on. The longing had become too much.

The week before he told her they should meet, Tom had mulled it over heavily. He didn't want to scare Beth away, but it was obvious they both wanted the same thing. He trusted her and he hoped she would trust him. There was such a sense of relief when Beth agreed, that Tom literally shook with excitement. It had been a long time coming and it was finally coming to a head.

Tom rarely left his home other than to buy essentials for his house. Purchases he made for his particular kinks he made online. Those goods were stored in a large closet in his bedroom, a room Beth had grown familiar with from having seen him on cam so often. Working as an independent software developer, Tom never had to leave the comfort of his room. He was paid handsomely, but lived modestly. Yes, his home was nice, but it was understated. Black drapes hung over the windows that ordinarily would've let in tremendous amounts of light. The place was designed specifically to his unique specifications and he liked it that way.

His place was already impeccably clean, so there really was no prep work in terms of that he needed to get done before Elizabeth's arrive the next day. Instead, he lay in bed after the two of them had logged off. Hooking his thumbs into his boxers, Tom tugged them down. It was no surprise to him that his cock was already hard. Tom glanced down at his naked body. He was tall and thin, with tattoos covering his left arm and back. He had a fair amount of muscle definition and a pair of jutting hipbones that pointed right down to his cock. Where a nest of hair would ordinarily reside, Tom shaved clean. There was no hair to speak of there or on his balls. He liked keeping it that way.

Taking a deep breath, Tom grabbed hold of his thick cock and began pumping it. He let his eyes close and his head fall back, letting out a series of groans as he envisioned Beth's body in front of him. He jerked off until he was right there on the verge of cumming and stopped. He repeated this process for hours, wanting to torment himself so his release with Beth would be even more intense. His body ached for that release, his cock slick with precum. He finally reserved himself to stop, turning onto his side just to try getting some sleep.

Sleep came relatively easy, despite the fact that he was uncomfortable from the friction of his sheets against his overly sensitive cock. He woke around ten the next morning and kept himself busy by doing some programming. He would occasionally click over to some nude pics he had of Beth, reaching down below his desk to rub the head of his cock through his boxers.

As the time got progressively closer, Tom felt so eager for her to get there, he almost called her and told her to come earlier. He took a hot shower and toweled off. If those commercials he'd seen were accurate, Tom probably should have consulted a physician. He'd been hard for twelve hours.

He changed into a black button down shirt with a black wifebeater underneath, a pair of Jockeys had hugged and accentuated his bulge perfectly and a pair of black slacks. He tightened his belt and looked at himself in the mirror. No turning back. He knew what he wanted and if Beth had no second thoughts, he'd be hearing that doorbell any second.

As he headed out of his bedroom and towards the living room, the sound of the bell caused him to freeze. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. Tom could feel his heart racing, knowing they had finally got to the point it was so obvious they'd been striving to reach from the moment they got on cam together.

Those initial pangs of nervousness quickly subsided as he made his way to the door. He smoothed down his shirt and took one more deep breath before he opened the door and took a moment to study what stood beyond it. A wicked smile played out over his lips as he extended his hand to take hers into his own. "Beth, Beth, Beth. Finally," he said, pulling her inside. "You look incredible," he added, closing the door behind them. He locked the series of locks not to shut her in, but more just as a sign of dominance. He wanted her to see that since she had taken the plunge, he was too. He was going to fully invest himself in giving her exactly what she wanted and what he wanted as well. The thought of this beautiful girl submitting herself to him flushed his skin and had him envisioning all sorts of things the two of them could do.

"I haven't stopped thinking about this moment for weeks, Beth. I'm glad it's all finally happening," he admitted. Once he'd let her into the living room, he let his fingertips trail over her cheek, his eyes studying her. He licked his lips and let that same hand trail down her neck to her breasts. It didn't linger there. Instead, both hands found their way to her hips and stopped there. Tom stepped forward and pressed his body against her own, feeling those large breasts he'd seen on numerous occasions press against his pecs. His erection would also become evident to her as he pressed his hips forward to meet hers. He felt wanted to feel her body close to his own. He wanted to become acclimated to every inch of it.

The same hands that had been at her hips wrapped around her body and found the curve of her ass. He gripped it firmly and pushed her in to his body, creating even more friction as a groan escaped his lips. One hand still planted there, he brought the other to the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of hair in order to give it a hard tug, causing her head to fall back. He let his lips linger right at hers without them actually making direct contact. "Mm, look at you," he muttered before finally sensually dragging his lips over hers, letting them move all the way down the front of her neck before he finally freed her from his grip. He was just playing for reactions at that point.

The day was still young and Tom planned on pushing Beth to the brink fairly quickly to make sure she really wasn't bluffing as so many other women he'd been with had. If their time onlne together was any indication, he anticipated Beth being the one.

The wait at the door had seemed to take eons, over and over again Elizabeth had thought she should just walk right back down the stairs, find the nearest bus stations and go home. But her feet wouldn't move, her body in general wouldn't allow it. She had made the commitment to shower, shave, tweeze, and a plethora of other 'torturous' things to give the impression that she took care of herself. Continuiously she had to tell herself, 'You will be fine, it's not as if this guy is a complete stranger and you've never seen him before.'
The young woman had been so busy, trying to convince herself that she was going to be alright, her hadn't even seen the door open and Tom's lanky, gorgeous form standing there, smiling at her deviously; gods if she had, her cheeks would have been instantly burning hot with the familiar crimson blush.

When he had called her name however, Beth jumped and looked towards the door, staring at the figure beyond it. "Hello Tom," she had finally managed out after finding her voice. She was in a stupor. Tom was gorgeous by any woman's standards; he was tall, perhaps six foot five inches, perhaps a little shorter or even perhaps taller. All Beth knew was he towered over her, something she had always wanted in a man. He was thin, but not sickly so; his body was covered in hard stringy muscles, muscles she had envisioned running her fingers down on more than one occasion. Beth could have literally stood there for hours just staring at his form clothed in all black.

He had pulled her in by her wrist, already he was dominating her, not even setting down ground rules or a safeword. All that came to mind was 'damn'. The moment she was safely within the confines of home, he set a series of locks behind her; he didn't want her going anywhere, and she didn't want to go anywhere. He lead her back towards his living room, "Trust me, I haven't been able to think of much else either." Her previous night's sleeplessness had been evident enough, of course, she wouldn't openly admit it.

"S-so, um w-"was all she managed to get out before Tom touched her. His had raised a hand slowly and touched her cheeks gently, letting his fingers linger on her feverish skin. The two stood there in silence as they gazed into one another's eyes, lost in the moment of meeting their respective sub/dom. Beth had never done anything remotely like this, had been far to shy to ask any of her partners for the sort of sex that she had craved from when she was a teen.

Tom leaned into her, already Beth's head was swimming; where they really going to have sex right here in the living room without even setting down ground rules? Hot damn she didn't care, all she could think of was how his tongue had flicked against her lips while his hand left a feverish line down from her cheek to her neck and down to the swell of her breasts. Beth's heart was racing, he would feel it beneath his fingers tips, he would hear her breath hitch in her throat and then grow ragged as her desires took hold of her.
Sadly those long fingers of his did not stay long, rather, they continued down her torso until they reached her hips. He had placed both of them on the protruding bones and held her their.
He took a small step to her and pressed his hard form against her own, she instantly felt his erection beneath those black slacks of his. She was trying to have those clothes off of his magnificent form.

One of his hands that had lingered on her hips now took hold of her bottom. His hands were strong, but yet there was a sort of gentle reserve to his touch. Beth could hardly think anymore, if her brain hadn't been designed to control her heart, she would have forgotten. Her mind had been wandering but had instantly snapped back when she heard him groan. That noise! That very fucking noise had been the trigger to so many of her orgasms, and now, after writhing for hours, it had made her slick with need.

She had been holding back a moan, he had to break her a little to get that noise from her. And as if reading her mind, one of his strong, capable hands grabbed a fistful of her silky tresses. He gave her hair a firm yank, forcing her to look up at the high ceilings, already dominating her. He had captured her completely, his eyes bore into hers, his hands demanded attention, his body set her desire ablaze and left her there reeling. Even his lips had held her captive, he denied her the simple pleasure of tasting those petal soft lips of his.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was deep, thick, and dark, like black velvet. It completely captured her, consumed her, broke her into submission without much thought at all. A moan had eased past her lips, her knees had groan weak and all he had done was touch her cheeks, grab a hold of her hair and tease her a bit, and yet here she was already desperate to take her clothes off for him. When those lips of his did finally make contact with her own, she almost wanted to beg him to let her taste him. However, he let his lips slide over her own and then over her cheek and to her neck.

Beth had let her eyes close as she sank into the sensation of his touch. However, when he had pulled away from her, Beth's eyes snapped open and she looked towards Tom. She stood there before him, shivering with desire, breath haggard, and heart hammering her chest. Beth had wanted to speak, had even opened her mouth to speak, but nothing had come out. She was going to enjoy this, far more than she had thought originally she would.

It had been a long, arduous journey to finally get where he stood that day. After so many trysts that had ended in a woman's fearful tears, Tom finally felt as if he could exude his confident dominance without fearing the same thing burning him again. Beth appeared all too willing to oblige his every want and need and although the night was still very young, he felt good about the prospect of being able to open up to her.

Tom loved the way Beth's body responded to his touches. He was able to feel her pulse at her neck as his lips trailed down it, able to breathe in the intoxicating fragrance he couldn't put a finger on. What he did know though, was his body was on fire. His skin tingled from the mere thought of having her and his cock strained uncomfortably inside his Jockeys, the erection being held down by the taut fabric. Having tormented himself the night before was paying dividends as he knew above all else that the overly sensitive state he was in would just prove to make whatever endeavor he sought out all the more intensely memorable.

After stepping back, Tom stood there in silence, taking a moment to gather himself and figure out his next move. Although he had started things off with a flourish, he did realize the need to set some ground rules before they delved too deep in to anything. No safe words or anything stupid like that. He didn't plan on torturing Beth or anything close to the sort. He just wanted to assure himself they were on the same page so things wouldn't hit a wall when something out of the ordinary presented itself.

Tom motioned to the sofa. "Take a seat," he said simply, pacing the stretch of floor directly beyond the coffee table that sat in front of the sofa. He took a few steps one way and then a few steps back, his head bowed as he did his best to ease his restless mind and formulate all of the thoughts occupying it into words that would make sense to her.

"Now," he started, finally stopping his pacing before a wore down the fibers of the carpet. His eyes focused on Beth, a brooding, intense stare that was unbreakable. "I think it's in both our best interests to discuss things before we delve to far into whatever may come of this night. Expectations and things like that are important. Essentially, what I expect of you is first and foremost, cooperation. I tell you to do something, you do it. There's no moment of contemplation, no silently questioning what the fuck you got yourself into. You do as I say and I promise you, I'll make this the best experience of your life. We've discussed this at length and I think we both are on the same page, but I just want to make sure we abide by these rules. Because, honestly Beth, nothing is going to make my cock softer than you telling me no or showing me you're not willing to submit to me and please me."

With that being said, Tom made his way around the opposite side of the coffee table and stood directly in front of Beth. With how tall he was and the seated position she was in before him, she was just about eye level with his crotch, the outline of his raging hard on was evident even through both Jockeys and slacks. He looked down at her in a position of dominance already and reached down to let his fingertips glide over her impossibly soft cheek.

"And although I'm expecting you to oblige me and heed my every desire and command, that's not to say I don't appreciate initiative on your part. I shouldn't have to voice everything I want done. You should know deep down what I want and just go for it. If I stop you, it's not a personal attack. It's just my way of telling you I want things handled a different way. Are we clear?" he asked, clearly throwing one of those hints right in front of her voice to see if she'd take the bait. It was all about exuding his dominance and pushing her early. He'd know within the first hour if Beth was someone he wanted to pursue a serious relationship with. If she was who he thought she was, he would have no problem collaring her. He secretly longed for the moment he could do that.

All Beth could think was 'Fuck, oh fuck. Oh my fuckings gods!' He was already becoming her person brand of heroin, and all he had done was touch her in probably the most Vanilla ways. Yet here she was, breathing heavily, heart racing, head a tempest of desire and need. She watched him carefully as he moved away from her and offered her to take a seat. There was no please, there was no 'Would you', no, it was a direct order from her dom to do EXACTLY as he had instructed.

Beth didn't hesitate: she sauntered over towards the sofa, collected her skirt into her hands and sank down into the plush fabric. He hadn't asked her to speak yet, nor had he instructed anything else, so the young woman simply watched him pace. To and fro, mulling something over in that head of his. Surly he was going to set down ground rules that both she and he would abide by, a safe word if their bondage sessions got a little too 'advanced' for her. She wasn't expecting him to torment her with pain, well...maybe a little, but nothing that she couldn't handle.
Elizabeth was fond of bondage! She liked the ropes, gags, blindfolds, even those terrible latex body suits and floggers. She had started herself young with those things, but she had never been in direct dom/sub relationship, she was still very wet behind the ears.

When Tom spoke, Beth jumped again, her nerves just as sensitive as the throbbing mass that he had in his pants. He had stopped pacing and had looked directly at her, capturing her gaze once more to make sure it was completely evident that he wanted her full and undivided attention. She looked up at him, yes up, the couch so ironically low that it demonstrated her part in there twisted little 'romance'.

When he began again, she listened completely. He wanted her to listen to him, she had had every intention of doing just what he told her to do. If she was to be his new sub then that would only be expected of her. Alright, so she agreed with the first rule. Though, Beth had always second guessed herself, always asked if she should really do something. It was bound to get her punished, quickly she jotted down mentally to just do something without thinking.
He then used her name, keeping her attention completely on him. She looked up at him with brilliant caramel chocolate eyes, her eyes wild with desire.

She watched him cross the short distance over to her and stand in front of her, his throbbing erecting literally inches from her face. Her breath hitched in her throat when he reached down and touched her face again, letting his fingers linger against her feverish skin. Tom began to speak again, explaining as his sub, she needed to not only listen to his instructions, but also pick up on subtle hints that he gave her. Beth gave a short nod, explaining she understood what her roll was, "Y-yes I- I understand." She was having the damnest time trying to find her voice.

Something in the back reaches of her mind told her to reach up and touch him, to feel his excitement beneath his slacks. This was all a test, it was to see if she could follow his unspoken instructions. Her mind wanted to rebel, it told her not to touch him because he hadn't told her to. Taking a chance, she reached up with a shaking hand and pressed the palm against the mass in his trousers. Gently she ran her silky palm up and down his impressive length, then back down. She kept this steady motion going, keeping her eyes locked on his, never leaving his possessive gaze. She wanted to see if he would stop her, perhaps instead of feeling her hands, he wanted to feel her mouth around him. To sheath his shaft in her feverish mouth and collect the ample pre-cum she knew he could produce.

Tom really hoped Beth took the bait. After all, the test was more about seeing how the future of their relationship was going to be. Without Beth taking any initiative, they would end up in a laborious back and forth of instruction and following instruction. A little spontaneity on her part would go a long way in keeping things fresh and letting him keep her around for the long haul.

As he stood there, cock essentially begging to be touched, he kept direct eye contact with Beth. It wasn't long before she took the hint and her hand was running over his cock through the front of his slacks. The friction was already intense to begin with, but add the pressure created from her hand and Tom had to resist the urge to scream at the feeling.

He reached down and grabbed her hair, the tresses wrapped around his fingers as he had earlier and gave it a rough tug, looking down into her eyes. "Good girl," he said, licking his lips. That would be the extent of the praise he gave her. He wasn't going to heap praise on her. He felt if he did that, he'd be giving her the impression that everything she did was the best and he wanted to think she could always improve.

With her hand still on his cock, Tom brought both his hands to his belt. He undid it swiftly, choosing to work on the button and zipper next until the pants just hung loosely around his waist. His large hand found the wrist of the hand that had been rubbing his cock and pulled it firmly away from his crotch. He let the pants fall down to his ankles, at which point he kicked them free and out of the way. With his jockeys on display, Beth would be able to see the outline of his cock perfectly, a wet spot present on the grey fabric where his precum had already started flowing.

Hooking both his thumbs in either side of the boxer briefs, Tom pulled them down quickly, letting out a breathy exhale as his thick, throbbing dick was finally given the opportunity to breathe. Tom licked his lips again, the tip of his cock glistening with a fair amount of precum. His eyes were still solely focused on Beth's.

Tom reached down and grabbed hold of his shaft. He gave it a few pumps before stepping forward to get even closer to her. He guided the head to Beth's lips, smearing the precum that resided at the tip across her lips like the most vulgar of glosses. He let the head linger there and then freed his hand from the shaft, wanting to see Beth take some more initiative, although he wasn't sure it could even be called initiative at that point. His cock was essentially in her mouth already.

There was a momentary flicker of something in his eyes, something that she couldn't read beneath those warm chocolate orbs of his. The look in those eyes however did not last long.
She watched Tom whilst he enjoyed what she was doing, apparently this had been what he had wanted from her. One of his strong hands had snaked up to her hair, where he grabbed a fistful of the soft locks and gave it a hard tug. A whimper escaped parted lips as she felt the ends of the hairs screaming out in sweet agony. Gods he was fantastic, and they hadn't even fucked!

His praise had almost made Beth smile, almost. As his sub, she couldn't show that she was too overly excited that 'master' had praised her. She simply continued to stroke him gently, even as he released her hair and worked his belt, the zipper and the button that held his pants around his small waist. When he did yank her wrist away, Beth almost wanted to pout, ask what she had done wrong.
However, she had to recall upon the fact that he had said never to take it as a personal attack, it just meant he wanted her to do something else. So, Beth sat there, eyes watching his hands work the trousers down his ankles.

They were quickly kicked away, not even a memory at this point as he slipped his thumbs beneath the fabric of his incredibly tight boxer-briefs. They held him, cupped him, caressed him even and Beth in that moment couldn't wait for the proverbial wrapping to come off so she could enjoy her new 'toy' in all of it's hard, throbbing glory.

He had eased them off slowly, painfully so to the squirming woman in front of him, but all of that torment had been completely worth it when his hardened shaft sprang forward, eager to be touched. Beth as held in a moan for so long, than when she finally did get to gaze on his cock in person, that moan she had been holding back had been eased out of her mouth gently. It wasn't loud, but by no means was it quiet either. She wasn't the only one who had made a noise when he had been freed, Tom too had let out a breathy exhale. That small noise had made Beth grow wetter, she couldn't take much more of this, her sopping twat in literal agony.

Beth watched him take a hold of his shaft, give it a few quick pumps and then stand before her again. She knew what she wanted to do with that cock already, and as soon as he let go, she would. A pathetic little whimper/moan slipped past her lips as Tom teased her with the head of his cock. What precum he had collected on the tip, he used to rub onto her lips, a depraved sort of gloss. He held his shaft there for a long while before he finally let it go.

It wasn't long after that he had released his own shaft that Beth took it upon herself to grab a hold of it with one of her silky hands. She had been dying to taste that precum from the moment that they had first cammed together, this was now her chance. Her eyes had left his for a long while, but she had looked up as her tongue flicked out from her mouth and collected the ample volume that had been used to tease her. Apparently Tom had had a fantastic diet, she couldn't taste but a hint of salt.

Beth was more than willing and happy to part her lips and take his shaft into her mouth. It was feverish, even against her tongue, but smooth to the touch and tasted of his body wash. She could taste hints of cinnamon and sandalwood, he was intoxicating! She pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth slowly, dragging her tongue over the head. While one hand worked his shaft, the other cupped and massaged his balls.

Tom stood motionless there in front of Beth, his cock standing at full attention at her lips just waiting to be sucked. As she licked the gloss of precum from her lips and made eye contact, Tom resisted the urge to let out a groan of pleasure. Beth was so incredibly sexy in everything she did. He could still remember how hard he'd gotten off that first time they cammed together. She just oozed sexuality and that was part of the reason Tom had wanted to give her a chance. So far, so good.

When she finally grabbed hold of his shaft and began sucking his cock, Tom nodded his head approvingly. It was really the only sign of approval she would get from him. Tom didn't want Beth to know how good her mouth felt. Having her strive to be her absolute best was going to get him better blowjobs, not praising her for every little thing she did. It wasn't the norm for Tom to just stand idle while a woman slowly sucked his cock. He was much more the type to exhibit control and fuck her mouth. He was tempted as she started to prod her throat with the head of his cock and test her gag reflex, but he relented. He would feel her out and test what she had to offer.

Tom felt it as a sort of moral victory when Beth's hand crept up to massage his balls. Too often he found women who were too solely focused on his dick to realize what a source of pleasure could be brought to his balls as well. From rubs to licking and sucking, it was all welcome. Tom really enjoyed the fact that Beth had taken such initiative. As she took such good care of him, Tom began wondering about her previous sexual partners? Had she ever gotten this level of dom/sub? Was she always so forthright in giving partners what they wanted?

While she continued, Tom started unbuttoning his shirt, starting at the top. He took his time, again, his eyes never leaving Beth's face. He really hoped she wouldn't be like all the rest. He planned on making this her full-time job. She not only had to be fully invested in it all, but she had to know that he wasn't going to let her go without a fight. He'd worked too hard to find someone as perfect as her. He just hoped they never got to that point.

There was that noise again, a sound that made her look up and gaze at him in wonder; she wondered just when her eyes had left his face. That simple groan made Beth feel a stirring within her nether region again: a familiar clenching that signified her desire and need to be fucked. The first time that the two of them had seen each other on the cams had been the most thrilling moment had experienced in such a long time. He had taken control of her as she had always desired; she didn't even ask, right out of the gates, Tom had demanded things of her, and Beth was more than willing to give him EXACTLY what he desired of her. From that point on, she could think of no one but him taking control of her.

Her gaze had not faltered once, in fact, the nod had kept her eyes locked; completely enchanted. That one nod had been the only sign that she was doing as she was suppose to; good. Too much praise from her Master would cause her to grow sloppy, even if she didn't realize it. Perhaps he wants more though? In the back of her head, Beth thought that maybe she should lavish such affection on his balls as she did his throbbing member. It was a risk; not a large risk, but a risk that could be easily punishable. 'What the hell!' She thought, remember that if he didn't like what she did, he would stop her.

Beth slowly eased her mouth from his shaft, dragging her lips slowly, painfully down his entire length until only the head of his penis remained in her mouth. The brunette removed his shaft from her mouth, but not before her tongue lapped at the opening. Giving it one last quick, powerful suck, did Beth remove her mouth from him, however this wasn't for long . The young woman leaned into him, her free hand reaching up and stroking him slowly down his entire length whilest her mouth collected one of his balls into her mouth. Gently she suckled the puckered skin of his scrotum; letting her tongue run over the smooth skin before letting it go and giving his 'boys' a gentle kiss, followed by a long, sensual strokes of her tongue.

As she worked his shaft like a veteran whore; Tom began to work his shirt off slowly, teasingly slipping each button from it's designated hole, letting the fabric slide open to reveal his tone body. That very same form that she had come to love and admire after so many weeks of just caming. All Beth could think while he toyed with the buttons on his shirt 'I can't wait to call you Master,' however the thought slipped away quickly only to be replaced by the thought of their bodies intertwined in a passionate bout of wild, rough sex.