20{F}ucking with my {M}ind and body | 2016

It has been awhile since I've posted consistently on here and I'm about to explain to you why.

In early June I was at a Best Buy looking to buy a new TV. I couldn't quite figure out which one I wanted or why this one was different from this one etc etc. as I continued to look in frustration a guy came up to me and asked if I needed help. I told him that I did and he asked me what I was looking for, how much I wanted to spend and what room I wanted the TV in. At this point I noticed that he wasn't a Best Buy employee. At least he wasn't wearing the blue shirt.

I looked him up and down and tried to figure out why he was helping me. Who the fuck impersonates a Best Buy employee? He was older (44) and really attractive. He was wearing a tight shirt and I could tell he doesn't miss many days at the gym. His hair was slicked back and a hint of grey sprinkled through it.

I told him I needed it for my bedroom because my old one died on me. He walked me over to one that was 60 inches and almost $2000. I laughed and told him that was a touch out of my price range. He didn't miss a beat and smoother than anyone that I've ever met he said "Well if you go to dinner with me, I'll buy it for you."

I was taken aback. I laughed at him but his expression didn't change...he was serious. I told him that I couldn't accept that but he insisted. That's when I noticed the ring around his finger.

I grabbed his hand and spun the ring around his finger and said, "I don't think your wife would approve."

He laughed a little bit and told me that it was his problem to worry about and not mine. Something about him saying that really hit me and sort of turned me on. I decided to call his bluff and accept.

Within seconds he had the real Best Buy dude over there and the next thing I know we are checking out. He walked me to my car and asked for my address. Now I've been known to do some crazy things but this felt crazy even for me.

Something about how he looked at me made me feel at ease and melted all my worries away. I gave him my address and he said he'd pick me up at 8pm.

I drove home, my mind racing and wondering wtf this guy was up to and if I should of really accepted this gift. Obviously he's going to expect to get laid, with him being as good looking as he was, I didn't see a problem with that but still it was weird.

I got home, lugged the tv upstairs and got it all set up. Then I got ready for our date, making sure I looked my obsolete best and put on my favorite tight little lime green dress.

Exactly at 8pm I heard my doorbell go off. Strange nerves welled up inside my stomach. I had no reason to trust this guy and wanted to just hide in my room and not answer the door. I felt bad though , he did just spend damn near $2000 on me so I almost felt obligated to answer the door.

I pushed the nerves down, walked down the steps and answered the door. He was in a nice gray suit, looking impeccable and smelling so good. He asked if I was ready and he lead me to his car by the hand where he opened the door on his Audi.

We drove for about 25 minutes and I was pretty sure he was taking me somewhere to kill me. We pulled into a very nice restaurant, driving right to the valet line and headed in to our waiting table.

It was a fantastic place and obviously expensive. We had great conversation during dinner, him telling me all about his job, his childhood and everything in between. One thing he didn't mention was his wife. I didn't want to ruin the dinner but I had to ask. He took it in stride and explained to me that he had been married for 20 years, very happily and once again it was his problem to deal with.... Not mine.

I decided to leave it at that. Why should I care? I didn't need to know anything about her, obviously she didn't meet his needs or he wouldn't be out with me.

We finished dinner and headed back to his car. Once the valet brought it we got inside, he sat there looking at me, leaned over and gave me a light kiss on my lips. It was so slight but something about it made my heart beat almost out of my chest. He then asked if I'd like to join him at his hotel? Hell yes I do is what I was thinking but for some reason, I felt like I couldn't speak. I just shook my head yes and we headed off.

Once there, he parked the car and led me up to his room. It was a fantastic sweet with a huge bed, giant couch and enough other seating to hold a massive party.

He turned and faced me and in a pretty stern voice he told me to lay on the bed. I felt those nerves again well up inside of me but I did as I was told. He walked over to the little bar, poured himself a drink and sat on the couch that was at the end of the bed.

"Now take off your dress" he ordered.

I fucking felt helpless and I never feel that way. It was so strange. I did as told and slowly slipped out of my dress, laying there in my marching bra and panties.

"Nice, now the rest of it" he demanded.

Once again I did as I was told and lay there completely naked and vulnerable.

He sat there and stared for a moment, just staring while drinking his drink. I figured he just liked taking it slow and wanted to tease me a bit.

"Spread your pussy for me" was his next demand.

Once again I did it. Sliding my fingers down, spreading my lips apart and showing him all of me. I was surprised at how wet I was. I was a bit freaked out but so fucking turned on.

"What I want you to do now, is make yourself cum for me. I want to see how you get yourself off." He was so serious and made me feel like I had no choice.

I slid a finger inside me and spread my wetness all over my clit. I took my other hand and pinched my nipple. I was so worked up, as soon as my finger made contact with my clit, I could feel an orgasm already building inside me.

I looked at him as I played with my pussy, wondering if he would join me. Still he just sat there and it drove me wild. Within minutes I was moaning loud and couldn't hold back anymore. If he wanted a show, I was going to give him one. I spread my legs wide, pulled my pussy apart and let go of an amazing orgasm, squiring all over the bed.

Still he didn't move, just sitting there drinking his drink and enjoying the show.

"Good girl" he said as he stood up and walked to make another drink. He brought it over to me and told me to drink this and he was going to take a shower.

I sat up in the bed when he walked away to the bathroom and downed the drink. It was some type of strong whiskey and I choked it down. I'm not a huge drinker bit like to think I can handle a few drinks before I'm drunk. Whatever this drink was or whatever was in it, hit me like a brick. My head started spinning and I felt soooo sleepy. I laid my head down and closed my eyes.

A few moments later, at least I thought it was a few moments, I opened my eyes and looked around the room. He must still be in the shower I thought but I didn't hear the water running. I stood up and that's when I noticed that it was light out. I was so confused as I grabbed my purse to grab my phone so I could see what time it was. I felt groggy and strange and my phone wasn't in my purse. I looked around and saw it sitting there on the nightstand and I hurried to check the time.

9 am? wtf I slept all night. I tried to clear my head and remember what happened but I couldn't. The last thing I remember was drinking that drink he gave me. That's when it hit me. That fucker drugged me. Did he rape me? I felt myself and inspected the bed. There were no signs of sex ever happening. My pussy didn't feel like it usually does after I've been laid and no obvious signs on the bed. Matter of fact, I fell asleep on top of the covers but when I woke up I was tucked in under the covers. I could t figure out what was happening. Where the fuck was he?

On the nightstand there was a piece of paper sitting there. I walked over and grabbed it.

"Thanks for the fantastic evening, I hope you slept well last night. Feel free to drive yourself home in my car. I called uber and let you sleep. I left the car for you, keys are on the bar. I'll call you soon."

Now this really made my head spin. What the fuck kind of man was this? I really didn't know what to think. I got dressed, cleared my head and headed out to pick up the car. I drove it home and parked it in my driveway, not knowing what else to do.

I didn't drive it for the next couple days... I just let it sit. Late on the third day of not driving I received a text from him. I never put his number in my phone so he must of done it while I was knocked out. He asked why I wasn't driving his car? That he would appreciate it if I did.

Fuck it, I thought. If he wants me to drive his nice car, that's what I'd do. The next day I drove it all over, basically acting like it was now mine. In the back of my mind though, I knew he'd expect something in return.

When I got home that night there was a box on my porch. I went inside and opened it. Inside there was a very nice small red dress, matching heels and a pair of red satin panties. At the bottom of the box was a note.

"Where the dress and shoes whenever you want. As for the panties, I want you to put them on now. You are not to take them off for any reason. I want you to sleep in them, work in them, go to the gym in them, sleep in them and shower in them. Even if you have sex with someone, you're not to take them off."

That was it. That was all the instructions I received. I felt a little strange about it though. How the fuck would he know if I wore them or not? Them again he knew I didn't drive his car...I didn't know what this guy was capable of. Part of it did excite me if I'm being honest. I decided to comply. I stood up, took off my shorts and the panties I had on and slid the new ones on. They were very nice and felt good up against my skin. Somehow knowing that I couldn't take them off made them feel even better.

Usually I sleep naked so I had to catch myself that night when I went up to bed. I started to slide them off but remembered my instructions just in time. Same thing when I got up in the morning and went to get in the shower, I had to keep them on and it was really strange trying to wash myself and shave with these panties off. I also had to use my blow dryer to dry them off after I got out. It took me a couple of days to get used to the routine of never being able to take them off.

I ended up wearing the dress he bought me the next day. It fit pretty well. A tad tight in a couple spots but for the most part it fit well. I felt naughty for some reason and a little bit dirty for wearing it.

Everyday when I got home there was a new box waiting for me on the porch. Inside there was always a new outfit for me to wear. Somedays it would be just a pair of shoes or just a pair of expensive jeans. There wasn't anymore notes though, just the articles of clothing.

This went on for two straight weeks. Everyday the same, except for one day when I didn't drive his car. I needed gas in it and didn't stop the night before so I just took my car. When I came home that evening, there was no box waiting for me. I instantly made the connection that because I didn't drive his car he didn't bring me a gift. The next day I drove it and what do you know, another box was waiting for me. This time it was a very nice necklace. I was so confused.

On the Friday of the second week , he texted me for the second time.

"Will you be home tonight?" Was all it said.

"Yes" was my short reply.

"I'll be there at 10pm...please be home, be in your bed and wearing nothing but your panties. Leave your door unlocked."

Once again my head was spinning. Wtf man? This guy is fucked up. I told myself that I should stop this now but my adventurous side had to know.

I waited until just before 10 to get in bed. I took off all of my clothes, except for the panties and climbed in bed. Right at 10 I heard my front door open. Those familiar nerves once again grew inside of me. I really didn't know what was going to happen.

He walked through my bedroom door and entered my room. He commented on the TV that I put in there and thanked me for wearing the panties. He told me how he couldn't wait to see me and how sorry he was for not being able to get away from his wife to come over. I just laid there not saying a word. I just watched him, trying to figure out if I should trust him or run my ass out of there.

He sat down at the bottom of the bed by my legs. He put his hand down by my ankle and gently rubbed up and down my leg. His hand felt amazing. It was like I was craving his touch even though I didn't really know why I craved it so much.

"So will you play with yourself for me again" he asked quietly.

"Why don't you do it for me instead?" I asked him.

He smiled and said "I wish I could, not yet doll."

I was frustrated inside. I wanted him to fuck me. I felt tormented by him, teased by him and tortured. I felt like just getting up and putting a stop to all of this but I felt like I had made a deal with the devil. Also part of me just wanted to obey him. He has this cool confidence, like he can get anything he wants and other people are powerless to resist.

I pulled the panties to the side and started in on myself again. For the first time, I felt timid and unsure of myself. It was like I wanted to please him but I was unsure of myself. I didn't know what exactly he wanted.

I felt, for the first time in my life, myself having trouble bringing myself to orgasm. I felt so so conscience with him watching me that my head was working against my body.

I think he could sense my apprehension and he laid his head down on my leg, his head mere inches from my pussy. This calmed me and I felt myself getting more comfortable. My orgasm built inside of me, he kept rubbing my leg, making me feel amazing. He let out a soft moan and I felt his cool breath hit my pussy. That was it. I fucking lost it. My body shook hard and I swear it was the hardest orgasm that I've ever given myself. I didn't squirt...this was different. It came from deep inside me, it was like a full body orgasm. I think he cast some kind of spell on me or something..fucking bizarre.

He kept rubbing my leg as I came down, I figured it was his turn as he stood up. I was so ready but he just walked up to me, kissed my forehead and thanked me. I watched him as he started to walk out of my room. I couldn't believe he still wasn't going to fuck me. He turned to me as he got to the door

"Do me a favor, I'm happy that you're keeping the panties on but the point of it is that you don't touch yourself. Quit shaving and quit washing it. I want you pure and not until you're pure will i fuck you."

I had a look of pure shock on my face..I'm sure of it. What the fuck kind of request was this? I was creeped out but also turned on once again.

I didn't respond. I just laid there and watched him walk out, not knowing what in the world I had gotten myself into.

Over the next 3 weeks he continued leaving me gifts each time I drove his car. I continued wearing the panties and now directly washing or shaving my pussy. Anyone who knows me intimately, knows how much of a clean freak I am and I shave everyday if I don't have it waxed.

He started asking me to send progress pictures to his phone. I would get texts at random times throughout the day and he would make me take a picture wherever I was. I'd find somewhere private, pull the panties to the side and send him a picture.

I hate having hair, it itches like crazy and I just don't like the look at all. After the second week I finally got used to it and it started feeling really soft. The problem I was having now though was that my pussy smell was getting really strong. I would spray perfume down there because I was sure that someone was going to be able to smell me. I felt really dirty.

At the end of the third week, on a Friday, he texted me once again and asked if I'd be home. I told him I would and once again he'd be here at 10. Once again be in bed in just my panties.

The time came and I heard him heading up my stairs. I wasn't nervous this time. I was excited. I felt like a kid, I couldn't wait to show him how well I had followed his directions.

He came in and greeted me. I pulled the panties to the side to show him how much hair that I'd grown. He smiled and told me what a good girl I was.

To my surprise he reached down and pulled my panties down and off. This made me wet right away. Just laying there exposed to him, knowing that I had pleased him.

He lowered his head and kissed my inner thighs. I was panting, my body moving all over. I just wanted him to touch me.

All of a sudden I felt his tongue bury inside of me and I screamed out, not believing that he was finally going to take care of me.

He are my pussy with such passion and fury that it didn't even take me a minute until I came all over his face.

As I was coming down, he had stood up and removed his clothes. His body was nice and his cock stood up perfectly. I just wanted to attack it but I was afraid to move as I didn't want to make him stop.

He got back in the bed and told me to roll over. I did as told and he grabbed hold of my ass, massaging it and spreading me apart.

I felt him touch the tip of his cock right on my waiting hole. I couldn't stand it anymore, I kept trying to push back onto him but his hands on my ass prevented me from doing so.

Finally after a minute of teasing, he pushed himself in me. Not having sex for so long made it feel like I was a virgin again. I felt his dick completely rip me open. He didn't go fast and he didn't go slow. He just used a steady pace and it drove me wild.

He kept talking to me the entire time, telling me how beautiful I was, how perfect my body was and how perfect my pussy felt. My breath was short and fast and I kept biting the pillow each time he drove inside me.

I gathered myself enough to look back at him. In between my erratic breaths, I asked him to "please cum inside of me."

His face lit up with a smile and I knew he liked that.

"Please baby fill me up, I need to feel all of you filling up inside me. I don't care if you get me pregnant."

I don't even know why I said that last part. At that moment I didn't care.

In seconds he gave a large moan, I felt his dick swell and start spurting his built up load inside of me. My body shook as his jizz triggered my own orgasm. I collapsed on the bed, his dick slipping out of me, cum running down my leg as the most intense orgasm I ever had overtook me.

He laid down next to me and kissed my neck and my lips, my forehead, cheeks, everywhere. He was treating me like the most important girl on earth.

He told me That he had to head home and I was bummed. Usually I'm ready for the guy to leave but I really wanted him to stay. He told me I could now shave and didn't have to wear the panties anymore.

I think he saw the disappointment on my face and assured me not to worry. He would have more instructions for me soon. With that he gave me a deep kiss and left.

I thought about jumping in the shower but I wanted to keep his cum inside of me for as long as I could. So I just went to sleep like that.

More things have happened since and hopefully I'll get some time to fill all of you in.

Hope you enjoyed -kisses