Some years ago, way before i indulged in dating on the world wide web, i had some very lustfull and interesting encounters while responding to adds on telephonelines. Although many of these were mainly jerk-off facilities, a select few were for a short while quite good. Perhaps the same applys to websites. It starts of in a reasonable way and has some succes and sooner or later the scammers, assholes and degenarates move in. Ah well, that's another blog.

Back to my train of thought. Dating via adds on telephoneslines. Of course there were many that, after a promising start vaporated and disappeared in thin air but one very memorable one i would to share with you. It all started with my responding on a add by a couple who were looking for a dominant male to join them. These adds were spoken word and thsi one, very unusual was a woman and i was immediately interested. However, when they gotn back to me, i left my cellphone number in my replymessage, i was addressed by the male half of this couple. After the usual pleasantires i asked him what they were looking for and he explained that his wive was sexually submissive and wanted to be dominated. Because he really love his wive he had tired it for a bit but it was not for him. So after much discussion between them they decided that another male was to be found to take the part of the Dominant. But that was his story. And there was more to it as i found out later on.

Over a period of a week and half the male (i believe his name was Peter) and i had several conversations by telephone i which he tried to establish i was the one and i tired to get a picture of waht they looked like and what was expected of me. When the initial verification and getting acquainted was out of the way, he called me one day and said that they made their choice  and i was invited to meet his wive at their house. Well, that got the juices flowing.

We came to an agreement on a certain date (it was a weekday i remenber) and i arranged that he woudl pick me up at a nearby trainstaion as i am traveling by publictransport (still am) and the place were they lived was in a wooded area not near any public transport. You can imagine that when the moment came closer for me to meet them and especially her, i was quite nervous. I had gone on dates with couples before but this was quite different as he had made it clear that his wive was expecting as certain level of experience and was not sure if i could deliver.

During my trip to the station all went well and at the station on the spot in the parkinglot we had agreed he was waiting with the car. It was a big car, American and one that you did not see much at that time in Holland. We greeted each other cordially if a little tense and i got in and we drove away. It took about twenty minutes to reach the house and it was, as the man, let's call him Peter had told me. It was situated in a wooded area, secluded and only to be reached by a small dirt road. As the car swung into the parklot in front of it i saw a woman standing before a large window that, i found out later was the living area of the house. I stepped out of the car and followed Peter to the frontdoor that was already opened. A smal light was burning inside. When i walked Peter closed the door, took my coat (it was quite chilly spring weather although it was already May. He then went before and opend a door to the left side of room we entered when walking through the front door.

It walk past him into a spacious and sparcely lit room where a logfire was burning. The door i had walked through was closed and Peter had not followed me. Besides me there was no one else in the room and as i looked around it, admiring some of the art work that was displayed her and there, i heard a sound form the other side of the room. It was a door opening and closing. And then i heard the sound of heeled shoes on the stone floor. And i was trying to see where the sound came from, a woman appeared at the far end of the livingroom. It was L - shaped so it could nt see her entering. It was a bit theatrical, i remember thinking, the way she appeared onto...well maybe onto a stage. I never asked her if that was the case. If that was what she had planned it to be.

In the light of the fire and one or two smal lamps a woman walked towards me extended her hand and said; "Hello, nice to see you. I am Margot. Would like to drink something. Peter and i always have a drink at this hour." I answered and said that i cared for a glass of red wine. She walked to a small table where a bottle of wine was already standing a poured me a large glass. While she pdid that and made a drink for her self and Peter, she gestured and said; "Have a seat, anywhere you like". I choose a rather big and comfortable looking near a window and close to the fire as it was getting rather chilly. Perhaps she noticed that because as she had handed me the glass of wine she walked over to the side and closed a large sliding door that had opened slightly. Turning around she smiled at me, a little nervously eyed and said; "let's make it a bit more comfortable in here". I replyed to her in a positive manner and sank back in the chair and sipped form the wine wondering where Peter had gone. But then Margot pulled up another chair, a kind of stool sat down on it beside where i was laying back in the big old chair and sat on it. She raised her glass, a whiskeytumbler and said; "Cheers".

Next time things will get rather jiffy;-)

After a while our conversation that started of quite animated with the usual chit chat about life and everything it sort of quieted down a bit as i was wondering where the hell Peter was. It must have been obvious from the expression on my face as Margot gave me an anxious look and said; "you are wondering where Peter has gone?" "Well", i said, " i do." "He's not coming back", Margot said. There's something that he did not tell but in time it'll become clear. And then she fell silent, toying with her empty tumbler.

Since i had been seated in the big chair i had a good chance to observe her i now saw what kind of woman she was. On the service a rather ordinary although in a way quite attractive woman. Of slim build, dark curly shoulder length hair and medium size breasts and standing about 1.70 high. This evening she was wearing shoes with moderately high heels a skirt and blouse.

"Peter has told some about you and what you desire", i said, "but now it is time for to confide in me and tell me your wishes". "Or shall i start it all". In a strange the sounded if somebody else had spoken them but they came unmistakenbly from my mouth. Nest thing i knew were standing beside each other, i grabbed her dark hair that was hanging loose and starting kissing her passionately. My cock in my pants were rockhard. After some miniutes of severe and rather messy tongueing each other i pulled away and said, ï am going to fuck like a the slut you are. Deep, long and hard. And as the words sunk her eyes became bigger and her mouth opened slowly and she sort of sighed a low yes. I took the tmbler that she was still holding i one hand a guided that to the zipper of my jeans. With nimble fingers she opened it, a started pulling out my hard cock. To make it a bit easier and less painfull for me (scraping you erect menber against a sharp metal zipper is no good to get it in working condition. With one arm wrapped around Margot, fondling her ass i undid my belt and button of my jeans. Now there was plenty of room for Margot to put her hand in and free to object of her desire. Just as i was thinking about shoving her hungry mouth over my cock i realised we were standing in shaded but sparesly lit room, in front of large window and as i grew darker outside, we were silhouated very nicely for everyone outside. I brought my mouth close to Margot's ear and whispered, "before i start ploughing all your holes, and i mean ALL let's go to a more private place". She just nodded and took my hand and we walked to the other part of the living area. There was a more private area with a small desk and a chaise longe. There too were large windows but outside was a fenced of garden and for some part there was a windowscreen that blocked the view for outside.

I grab Margot by the arm pushed her down on the chaise longue, whipped out my cock and presented her with it while i said, "suck on it".