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How I met my slave Martina the first time and had

How I met my slave Martina the first time and had her fist me on the toilet and later abused her holes outdoors. by AnnaSiciliana True Story, Anal, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Fisting, Lesbian, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women Posted Tue 10th of March 2015 Introduction: Martina is a slave I met online and at our first real meeting she drank my pee and fisted my pussy in a bathroom and later at a secluded spot outdoors I stretched her holes to the extremes until she was nothing more than fuck holes. I keep visiting lots of online forums and chatrooms related to sex and lesbians, to meet like-minded people and find out more about myself. There, I met Martina. She's 9 years older than me and bored in her marriage, so while looking for a new rush she tried to find out how it would be with a woman. We liked each other right away and were both noobs in the chat (though I've been there a little longer than her) and soon we were talking about what we both like doing and how we'd do it to one another. One thing lead to another and I soon had my fingers on my pussy while I tried turning her on. Martina couldn't or wouldn't masturbate by the computer, but made sure I got my fair share. She had a fetish for tits and was very proud of her own bust, which she classified as a 38 D. It seemed a bit much for me, especially since she said she was otherwise quite slender and kept her weight, but had a great "latina ass". But then, I'm just a 34 B, and I'm a sports ...

... hater. Besides that, she was very submissive and wanted me to call her my "slave". I though it odd at first, but it seemed to really turn her on, so with time I enjoyed our little role-play as well. Some day we wanted to meet in person. We live about 200 km apart, it was summer and we were both curious. So we set up a date, a small town, about halfway between both of our homes. Martina was there before and suggested an icecream parlor by the market square. She gave me another description of herself, so I may recognize her. (We didn't feel comfortable sending photos at the time.) I just said she'd know it's me - that's how it is as a redhead, you'll get noticed. So I drive to our meeting point and the whole time I'm thinking about what I might do with her when I meet her. Are we just acquaintances? After all, I masturbated several times with her, and she knows more about my secret longings than anyone else. And I know about her fantasies with her friend Cora, or that she wants to be my slave. Should I just treat her like I did in the chatroom? That'd be daring in public, but it made me wet just thinking about it. Finally, I decided to just wait and see what happened, but was resolved not to hold back. I found the market square (thanks to GPS) and the icecream parlor as well. She was already there and seemed quite nervous. She wore a pair of tight, stone-washed jeans and a white, halterless tube top which accentuated her body nicely. She didn't lie about her breasts, they were ...