A near death experience

Yvonne, over a couple of years, had found many sex sites where she could lust over the wonderful photos and videos that turned her on so much.
Being careful in the utmost not to risk being found out by her husband, she rarely made any input in the way of messages to these sites, and although she initially displayed her photo as an avatar, she soon saw the hazards associated, and removed it in a matter of weeks.
She had very intentionally sought out these pornographic sites, but then, quite by accident, she had stumbled upon a new site that absolutely astounded her – it was dedicated to those kinky people who enjoyed what was generally referred to as ‘sado-masochism.
Looking over the many photos that were displayed on the site, Yvonne’s eyes were really opened to this bizarre form of sex.
Yvonne found herself absolutely fascinated by everything about that site – the amazing photos, the incredibly cruel and bizarre stories, and most of all, the personal messages that people posted.
She was astounded by the gratuitous cruelties that some men offered in their various personal postings, but the even more astounding thing that she found, was the fact that she was so sexually stimulated by it all.

Each day, as soon as her husband was safely out of the way and the children were off to school, Yvonne would eagerly log onto the computer and go straight to this newly discovered site. She would sit reading all of the new postings for the day, and she would imagine fantastic situations in which she was involved.
Many times Yvonne became so very excited that she actually wrote outlandish replies to some of the men’s postings, but she never ever sent them on. She would excite herself with her pretence of answering, but then would quickly erase all of her wild writing.
One particular day, because her cycle had reached ovulation, she was so deliriously worked up that she had to go and fetch her favourite shampoo bottle and work it deliciously into her pussy, as she sat reading the latest bunch of messages.
She was busily reading the ramblings in one particularly exciting posting – a man looking for “a dirty, perverted slut who knows her place in the gutter. A cunt who I can beat and torture to extremes. A slut with few limits who is prepared to totally submit to my sadistic perversions.”
“Oh my God,” Yvonne marvelled, feeling a surge of lust, and working the bottle right up into her pussy.
She read over and over that posting, getting more and more worked up and savouring every word of it.
She decided to play her self teasing little game of pretending to answer. She typed out a reply, but then, as she always did, she simply hit the delete button.
More and more worked up and lustful Yvonne became. Her mind began to think thoughts that she’d never before considered.
Looking at the man’s profile should have warned her to take her game no further; it turned out that he was located not that far from where Yvonne lived, and what she was considering went against her every precaution she’d ever taken in her scrupulous efforts to remain anonymous.
Finally, with hands physically trembling with excitement, she began to type her message. She simply told the truth that she was happily married with a family. She informed the guy that she’d never done anything in this way, but that she was so incredibly excited with what he had written.
Her mind was in a whirl, her lust was surging to deliciously unbearable levels, she very deliberately pressed the send button and then fell to masturbating with her bottle, bringing herself on to the delightful orgasm that had been hovering so close.

The guy who had posted, being in the same time zone, happened to be on line and received the message immediately. He was used to the occasional reply from sluts who just wanted to tease but had no intention of doing anything. This message was different though, it mystified him. Usually the teasing ones went into great detail about how they would submit to his sadistic cruelties, but this one said none of that, it actually sounded genuine, and as such, it hugely aroused him.
He quickly typed a reply, addressing Yvonne as “you dirty slut”, and asking for more detail on what she meant.
A number of messages ensued, and the guy realised that here was a slut who really was genuine, although it seemed so very naive.
Once Yvonne had started on this course, she found that she couldn’t resist pursuing it. She eagerly responded to every message that the guy sent to her.
It was only a matter of days before the arrangement was made to meet at an outdoor cafe in town.
Yvonne, reaching the cafe, draped the pink scarf about her neck as the signal that they’d arranged. She nervously glanced about. It was only relatively early in the morning, and there were only a couple of single men sitting at separate tables. Neither of the men seemed to take much notice of her. She ordered coffee.
The coffee came, and then, once the waitress had moved off, one of the men pushed back his chair, and picking up the book of maps that Yvonne had noticed him studying, he moved the few paces to her side. “Excuse me,” he said politely, “you might be able to help me with this map of the town.”
Momentarily, Yvonne had thrilled at the guy’s approach, but she now realised that he was just a tourist needing information.
He stood close beside her leaning over as he put the folder of maps on the table in front of her. “I’m sure you’ll know how I can get here,” he said as he opened the book at the place his thumb had kept marked.
Yvonne gave a half a gasp and felt her face flush hot. At the page the guy had opened, lay a fabulous photo of a naked girl, tied and hanging half upside down, her breasts bound tightly so that they formed two reddish-purple swollen orbs, and she was at the same time being fucked mouth and pussy by two guys.
Yvonne quickly closed the book in case the waitress or one of the other customers should happen to see. She went to speak but only a whisper came. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Oh yes, I know the place,” she said, her heart pounding and hoping that no one noticed how flushed she no doubt appeared.
“I was sure you would know,” the guy said, picking up the maps. “You wouldn’t happen to be heading that way now?” he asked with a smile.
Yvonne’s heart was racing as they left the cafe together.

He was older than Yvonne – she recalled that his profile had listed him as forty seven, while she was just turned twenty one.
“My God,” the guy whispered as he slipped his arm about her waist, “I wasn’t expecting anyone so young and lovely.”
“How much time do you have?” he continued, “we could go to your place, or book a hotel room, or we could be at my place in half an hour.”
Yvonne knew this was so wrong, she nevertheless whispered in reply, “I have all day, so long as I’m back by four.”
“Shall we drive to my place then,” the guy suggested, obviously tremendously excited. He paused for a second, then added, “that would be the best thing, I’ve all of the equipment we need.”

The guy turned the key in the lock and they entered his house, “by the way,” he said, “my name’s Harry.”
Yvonne thought of how perverted and crude this was, he was going to fuck her and goodness knows what else, and she hadn’t even known his name.”
Inside the house, Harry pulled Yvonne close and kissed her softly and lingeringly on her lips.
Yvonne had to stand on tip toes to reach up to him, she was just five foot two, while he was almost six feet. Her lips parted and she closed her eyes as their lips lovingly enjoyed each other.
As the pair kissed Harry let his hand slide down onto her backside.
Yvonne kissed even more passionately. She was ready to totally give herself to this man.
Harry pulled her tightly against his body and pressed his hard cock against her. She felt the cock press against her and she slightly changed her position so as to have a leg either side of Harry’s and to press her pussy onto his thigh.
“Oh God, you’re so sexy, you little minx,” Harry sighed. His hands fumbling at her dress and beginning to remove it.
“Oh fuck, you’re superb,” Harry lecherously gloated as he looked at Yvonne’s naked body. She was so young, so lovely, so perfect in every way. “Oh fuck,” he continued with great enthusiasm, “I’m going to love abusing and hurting you.”
They began to fuck, then Harry pulled out and put his face down between Yvonne’s spread thighs and began to lick and lap at her so very wet and slippery pussy.
Harry was absolutely thrilled when Yvonne wriggled right around so that they were in the sixty nine position and she began to suck lovingly on his raging cock.
“Ooo, fucking yes,” Harry moaned, “you are the perfect girl.”
They fucked and sucked and felt and fondled, on and on and on. Harry discovered that Yvonne loved to experiment with all sorts of angles and positions, and so he didn’t disappoint her, and added his own variations to their fucking and sucking.
They fucked and fucked, and sucked and licked, they touched and played with each others bodies, deliriously lustful in their mutual greed for carnal pleasure.
The more sexually aroused Harry became, the more degradingly crude his talk became, calling Yvonne a whore, a cunt, a slut, a harlot, a bitch, and many other degrading names.
“You know that I’m really going to punish you for being such a filthy, immoral, little whore,” he told her, savouring each degrading, belittling word that he addressed to her.
Yvonne was busily licking and sucking on Harry’s testicles, and so she merely gave a giggle at Harry’s words as her tongue lapped up and down his large pair of balls that hung between his thighs.
Harry knew that this was the start of what they both wanted.