The Seduction of Bill Written by: Dianna Vesta
The Seduction of Bill Written by: Dianna Vesta I watched him stroll across the parking lot of the shopping mall. His timid gaunt frame gliding like a bird in flight. He held a small shopping bag in his grip as he approached his Ford Tempo. You could see the sweltering heat vapors rise from the pavement. I sat in my air-conditioned car watching him get into his. I waited for him to start his car and begin driving away before I put my car in drive and began following him. He pulled up to the traffic light that led onto the highway. I was parked right behind him. He had no reason to suspect that anything was wrong. I glared at his head through his rear window and watched him fooling around with the dials on his radio. I read his bumper stickers, "NIN", "PROGRAMMERS WILL RULE THE WORLD! " - no doubt this kid was a computer geek. I guessed he was in his early twenties or he was younger and looked older. The light changed and he began a left turn onto the highway. I followed him. I had been following him all week. I first spotted him at a record store. He was thumbing through the alternative section and I stood behind him in classical. I watched the sale girl walk up to him. "Can I help you?" She asked him. It took nearly 60 seconds for him to say "No Thank you" and when he did he stuttered. I watched his face turn two shades of pink and he dropped the CD he was looking at as he watched her walk away. He was a nerd. A very shy nerd. Just the type I'm looking for. I knew where he lived and worked. He attended college at a near by university. I watched him there too. He didn't seem to have many friends. Actually he rarely spoke to anyone. He lived in an apt. Studio attached to a house and I never saw anyone leave but him. He lived alone. This was perfect for my plan. I felt confident the time was right and that he was the right one. This needed to happen soon. It was just a matter of time before he spotted me and realized I had been following him. He pulled into a Mobil station. I pulled around to the other side of the pumps. I decided that this would be the time. I got out of my car, walked over the pump, stuck the nozzle in the tank's opening and began pumping. I could see him doing the same thing right next to me. I stepped over to the front of my car and pretended to open my hood. "Damn it!" I shouted. I got his attention. "Could you please help me with this?" I asked. He walked over and opened it right away. He barely looked at me. I could tell he was nervous. "Don't you work at the mall?" I asked him. He nodded a yes but barely acknowledged me. "I thought so. I see you around a lot. You must live around here too." He nodded again. He still wasn't looking at me. He stood there unable to move or speak. I walked over to him, placed my hand on his chin and directed his eyes to mine. "You don't need to be shy. I won't bite you...at least not hard!" I joked and smiled wickedly. I watched his face change colors and I felt his tremble in my hand. "Can't you speak?" I asked while still looking him straight in the eyes. It took him a few moments to gain his composer. "Yes, Ma'am, I can speak." He answered. "That's wonderful and what is your name?" "Bill." "Well, Bill, my name is Dianna. Why don't you follow me to Starbucks for a cup of coffee?" He nodded a yes. I was happy this was turning out to be so easy. I finished pumping, got in my car and started to drive. I watched in my rearview mirror to make sure he was following me. I didn't want him to escape now. It would ruin my plan. I pulled out into the street and headed south bound towards Starbucks. He followed behind me. I could tell he was nervous by the way that he drove. He had both hands on the wheel and his nose close to the wheel. I knew his heart was racing and the thought of this made me wet. I could bathe in his fear and savor every drop. I pulled in and parked the car. He parked his Tempo next to me. We walked into the coffee shop together without a word. The counter was crowed and there were only a few tables left. "Why don't you grab us a table and I'll get these? What would you like?" "I'll have whatever your having." He answered and went to search for an open table. I watched him as he walked away. He seemed eager to please or at least this was the impression I was getting. I certainly know how to pick them! I turned and ordered two cappuccinos. I have always liked being in control. It's like an addiction for me. The more vulnerable my conquest the better. I enjoyed watching a man shake and blush. It meant that I affected him. I could have any man I wanted. Men often approach me but I'm just not interested in the average man. I want a man who is easy to mold into what I want him to be, submissive and attentive to my needs. My needs are very complex on a sexual and emotional level. I know I'm not like most women. How boring that would be! Some people might call me sick. I call it creative. I work for a very prestigious Fortune 500 company. I can't take risk. I'm independent and aggressive. This isn't a secret. I don't share my dark secrets with anyone. I prefer calculated discreet encounters. Many times it would take months planning the right event and picking the right male to serve my kinky ways. I always made sure to keep my distance and pick males who weren't a threat to my job and lifestyle. I avoided married men because I found it frustrating to be denied. If I wanted a male to bring me something in the middle of the night I didn't want to hear excuses. I had a few males in town who I toyed with but I was growing restless and needed a change. It was time for something fresh. I walked over to the table with the cappuccinos in hand. Bill stood up and pulled my chair away from the table. "What a good sign! A well mannered boy!" I thought to myself as I sat down scooting my chair closer to his. He was very aware of this and I noticed him shaking when he sat down. His hair was a medium brown with a short buzz cut. He had fair skin, hazel eyes and the most beautiful full lips I had ever seen on a man. I imagined those fat lips around my toes sucking away or my vagina pressing down on them like a soft pillow while I smashed my clitoris into his parting mouth as he gasped for air. It was always nice meeting someone new and to feel the excitement of the hunt. Anticipating the moment when you'd finally realize the fantasy. I could get lost in the mental aspects of it allowing it to completely fuck my mind. The most important part of my lust was fueled by the psychology of my prowl. If my mind wasn't stimulated my body would never follow. "Bill tell me about your family. Do they live in the area too?" "No, my parents died about 5 years ago in a car crash." You could hear the sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry to hear that. You must have relatives close in the area looking after you?" I didn't mean to sound condescending but I realized after I spoke that I did. "I have a grandmother who I lived with up until last year. She lives in New Haven, Connecticut. I moved here to go to college." "Oh that's far away. You must miss her and feel very alone here all by yourself?" He smiled for the first time. "No, I don't miss her that much. She's getting very old and cranky. It's actually nice being out of the house and on my own. I get lonely but I'm very busy." "That's too bad." I said. "Huh?" he replied looking at me. "I mean about being lonely. Don't you have a girlfriend?" I thought I frightened him with that question because he turned two shades of red and looked away. After a long pause he just nodded no. "I can't imagine that a handsome young man like you doesn't have a girlfriend or women chasing you!" I teased knowing I might be pushing him to hard. I'm not the shy type and I've been known to be pushy. He continued to look around the room blushing and barely looking at me. Once again I grabbed his chin with my hand and pulled him into eye view. "Bill, don't be shy. I'm just curious. I'd like to spend some more time with you. Is that possible?" Still fixed in my stare he nodded yes. I changed the subject and we finished our coffee talking about computers. He loved to talk about computers. I listened to him babble about programming and the projects he was working on. When he talked about Perl (a programming language) his eyes lit up and he became very excited. I would need to find a way to get him as excited over the things I was going to do to him. It's a process in taking a male to a place he has never been before and teaching him not only to enjoy it but also to become addicted to it. This addiction would fuel new adventures and soon he'd find himself helpless to my dark passions. He would never deny me anything or he would risk the worse punishment of all...banishment. "What do you have planned for this evening, Bill?" "I was going to work on a new script. Nothing real exciting." "Would you like to have dinner at my house tonight?" I asked. "Ok, sounds good." He was feeling more confident and pretending to be nonchalant. "Great. Here are directions to my house. Be there at 7PM sharp. Come dressed as you are." I wrote directions on a small piece of paper I found in my handbag. Purposely I pretended to drop my pen on the floor and then waiting for Bill to pick it up. He bent down and reached under the table. I felt his eyes on my black seamed stockings. As his hand reached over for the pen I moved my high-heeled foot over and slightly stepped on his hand forcing onto the floor. He became very still. I giggled at him. "Looks like you're trapped." I teased. He nodded yes. He just remained there still waiting for me to lift my foot and release him. He seemed to enjoy my game. When he sat down he adjusted himself to hide his lap. No doubt he was trying to hide a hard-on. Poor boy. At this point he was going to show up or not. After our good-bye I rushed home. I took a long bath shaving my legs, trimming my pussy, giving myself a pedicure and applying perfume in all the right places. I admired my curvy body in the mirror. I'm not a waif model type but voluptuous with large full breast and hips. My legs are strong and solid. I could easily crush a man between my thighs if I wanted to. I work out with weights and it shows. My quads and hamstrings were well defined. Carefully I wrapped the sheer black stocking around my toe and gently guided it up my leg, high on my thigh and fastened the tops to a solid black lace girdle. I loved the way the girdle tightly wrapped around my hips. It was sexy. In my opinion much sexier then those frilly little thin strapped garter belts. I stood in the mirror adjusting the seam that went up the back of my leg. I loved these stockings. I ordered them by the case. I often left them as prized trinkets for well-behaved boys. I don't like bras. I enjoyed having my breast bare and the feeling of fabric rubbing against my nipples. I slipped on a silky black dress with small buttons going all the way down the front. I left the last 5 buttons unbuttoned exposing my thighs. If I turned, just so, I'd reveal the tops of my stockings and garters. I planned on seducing this young boy with all kinds of tricks. I'd lure him into the spider's web and he'd be mine forever. I glanced around the kitchen to see what I would prepare for dinner. I had two bottles of Pinot Noir. "Would that be enough?" I thought. What if the boy didn't like wine? Oh well, more for me. I giggled to myself and looked into my liqueur cabinet to see what else I had. I had all the ingredients for a MudSlide. That would certainly relax the boy! I pulled some cheese from the refrigerator and sliced a baguette. After adding a rosemary crust I placed the rack of lamb into the oven. I lit candles in all the rooms and prepared music I'd play for evening. This was going to be hard since we didn't exactly share the same taste in music. If he liked Nine-Inch Nails, he might find Depeche Mode interesting. I pulled out the CD from my collection. There was a song I really liked on the CD called "Master & Servant". I only hoped he wouldn't bring his CD's with him. The doorbell rang. I slipped my 4-inch heels on and went to the door. There he stood there all clean shaved and dressed. He held a bottle of wine in his hands standing there like a boy on the night of his first prom. I invited him in and took the bottle of wine from his hands. It was Pinot Noir. "Isn't that funny." I thought to myself. I showed him to the candlelit living room and he found his way to the sofa. "Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked. "Yes, please. Thank you." I went into the kitchen and poured two glasses bringing the rest of the bottle with me into the living room. I caught him looking at my CD's. "Do you like Depeche Mode?" He asked. "Yes, a few songs. I'm not much for alternative music but I heard that CD at a party and bought the CD. Shall I play it for you?" He nodded as he reached for his wine. He seems much more relaxed. I wondered if he had a bottle of wine before he came over. All that changed when "Master & Servant" played. I jumped right to that song skipping the beginning of the CD. It was apparent that he knew the song. His cool composure changed back into the nervous nerd boy I had been stalking the past few weeks. This is how I liked him. I didn't enjoy males who got too comfortable. I preferred them walking on eggshells. He listened to the song and drank his wine. "We have the same taste in wine. Do you like red wine?" I asked. We both sat next to each other on the sofa. "Yes, I love red wine. My mother drank red wine. This was her favorite." "It's mine too." I replied. He was a mama's boy. Very sentimental young man. "I hope you also like lamb. I made a few racks. Let me go get some cheese to nibble on." I returned back to the living room to find him reading the lyrics on the jacket of the CD. I sensed he wanted to be sure of the words to "Master & Servant". There's a new game We like to play you see A game with added reality You treat me like a dog Get me down on my knees We call it master and servant We call it master and servant It's a lot like life This play between the sheets With you on top and me underneath Forget all about equality Let's play master and servant Let's play master and servant It's a lot like life And that's what's appealing If you despise that throwaway feeling From disposable fun Then this is the one Domination's the name of the game In bed or in life They're both just the same Except in one you're fulfilled At the end of the day Let's play master and servant Let's play master and servant Let's play master and servant Come on master and servant "What song are you looking at, Bill?" He quickly closed the case and said "Nothing really. Just looking." He was nervous and didn't expect me to walk up behind him. After killing one bottle of Pinot Noir , I invited him to the dining room. I went to kitchen and returned with our meal. I picked up my folded napkin and shook it open and then dropped it on the floor. He looked up at me for a moment having a very nervous gaze and then quickly knelt on the floor to pick it up. Once again I lifted my foot and placed it on his hand. His body quivered. "Do you like my spiked heels?" I asked. He nodded yes. "So you like my stockings?" He nodded yes again. "If you look closely you can see yourself in that black patent leather. Why don't you have a look." He drew his face closer to the shoe and stared into it. "Perhaps it's smudged. It probably needs to be cleaned." I suggested. I saw him lift the napkin to my shoe to wipe it and then suddenly his tongue quickly escaped his mouth to lick the top of the shoe. He then began wiping the shoe with the napkin. I moaned. "I love having my feet touched and kissed. When you licked my shoe it really turned me on. Will you do that again?" I asked. He lifted my shoe up by placing his hand gently around my ankle and with his big beautiful lips he began kissing my shoe. His tongue would occasionally lick the tops and before too long I felt his lips on my ankle. He was very skilled at this game and I wondered if he had ever done this before. "You are a pro at this. You've must have had lots of practice." He nodded no and continued to adoringly worship my shoe and foot. "Why don't you take that shoe off and let me feel those divine lips of yours on my bare foot?" He gently slipped my shoe off and began kissing and sucking my stocking toes. The warmth and wetness from his mouth made my pussy wet. I lifted my dress up revealing my garters. "I want to feel your tongue on my bare flesh. Come up here and remove my stockings." He complied. At first he fumbled with the garters unable to figure out how they came undone. I helped him with the first one and he finished the rest. "Slowly roll them down and kiss every inch on my exposed leg all the way to my feet." I was amazed at the expertise he used. Only a fetishist revels in this type of worship. He was into it and I knew his cock was hard. I took my other foot, slipped off my shoe and planted it on his crotch. I was right. He was so hard I felt the blood rushing in his penis. I could feel that he had a large cock and I imagined the swollen veins. The more excited he got the more intense he became with his sucking and kissing. He placed all five toes into his mouth and sucked hard. The excitement was driving me nuts. It was time to see what else the boy could do with his mouth. While he knelt on the floor I unbuttoned the top of my dress and pulled it away from my breast. I reached down and broke the suction he had on my toes. I pulled his head towards my breast. He quickly resumed his adoration and began suckling my breast. His large hands caressed my breast as he sucked, licked and nuzzled them like a starving baby. I felt my pussy drip and I knew the back of my dress was wet. I reached between my legs and rubbed my bare shaven crotch loading my fingers with the slippery sweet juices. I brought my hand up to his mouth as he suckled my nipple and placed my fingers into his mouth. He licked my fingers drinking the savory nectar. I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed to have an orgasm. I pushed the boy's head down between my legs. As he knelt there, on the floor, I felt his wonderful lips against my vagina slurping the juices from me. His thick tongue darting inside me and he began sucking my clit. His enthusiasm really turned me on. He was a natural born lover. It's always the quiet sweet and shy boys that make the best lovers. Within minutes my body shook and I shot all over his face. His cock still raging under my foot. I pushed him away with my feet. "Wait here. I'll be right back." When I returned from the other room he was still kneeling. A good sign. I stood over him majestically. I loved the feeling of a man kneeling before me as I tower over him. He looked up at me with magical eyes. A look of total subjugation. He was exactly where he wanted to be and it showed. Rarely am I wrong in finding these rare treasures. He would deny me nothing. I had the key to his darkest secrets and he would remember this night forever. "Thank you." He whispered. "We're just getting started, Bill. I have a surprise for you. There is something you must do for me. Something that really turns me on. If you do a good job I'll get excited again and then I'll take away your virginity. I trust you are still a virgin, right?" He blushed and then nodded yes. "Good". I lifted my dress and out popped a large dildo strapped on to a harness around my hips. "I want you to suck my cock and then I am going to fuck you with it." A look of terror filled his eyes and for a moment his pulled away. I grabbed his head by the hair and pushed my cock into his face. "Don't disappoint me, boy!" Bill slowly placed his lips around my strap-on and lightly sucked the silicone shaft. "You can do better then that!" I announced. With that he sucked more aggressively. I watched his big fat lips glide up and down the shaft. I felt my pussy get excited again. I wanted to fuck him in the ass and fill him with my cock. I lifted him from the floor and after undoing his trousers I yanked them down around his ankles. I then turned him around and positioned him over the dining room chair he once sat in. "Just relax. I won't hurt you. If you tense up it will hurt. You're going to enjoy this as much as I am." I squeezed lubrication onto my hand and all over my cock. I slid the slippery cock up and down the crack of his ass, teasing him, yet never entering him. I reach forward and wrapped my hand around his large raging cock. I felt it throbbing and I knew that if I weren't careful he'd explode too soon. I teased him until I felt his hips rock. I placed the tip of the dildo at his anal doorway and kept it there still....barely parting the puckered ass flesh. I stroked his cock and his hips continued to move. I watched his ass opening inviting the cock inside. I kept the cock still and watched him ride down the shaft. He was already two inches on my dildo. I pushed slightly entering him another inch. He loved being fucked. He just didn't know it. I knew that if I continued much longer I'd loose his fabulous hard-on. I worried that he'd come too soon. I pulled the dildo out of his ass slowly. "Lie down." I instructed. He lied down on the floor. I took a leather cock ring and tightly placed it around his cock and balls. This would, hopefully, keep him from coming too soon or the bondage will set him off quicker. No sooner did I snap the second snap he shot off like a rocket. Fearful he began to apologize. "I'm so sorry. Please don't be angry at me." He pleaded. Disappointed I looked down at him and threw the napkin still on the floor at him. "Clean it up!" Amazingly his cock was still rock hard after he came. His youth did him justice. He wiped the hard cock clean. As he wiped his cock I took the strap-on cock off. I then mounted his face smashing my pussy down onto his lips. I moved my pussy lips all over his mouth. Once again I felt his tongue enter my vagina. My pussy felt like it was vibrating as I rode his face with my wet dripping pussy. He didn't waste a drop. I pulled myself off his face and moved my hips down to his raging hard cock. I placed the tip of the cock inside me and slowly slid down its shaft. His cock was hot and hard. I felt him inside me and I moved up and down. I felt another orgasm building and just before I collapse on top of him he looked up at me and asked, "May I please cum?" I couldn't talk at that moment so I nodded yes and while I lay on his chest feeling the release of my own orgasm I felt hot virgin fluid gushing inside me. Moments after we were still. I lied on top of him feeling his heart pounding through his chest. We got up and took a shower. "Bill, why don't you heat up our dinner and bring it to the bedroom." With a towel wrapped around his lean body he nodded and started towards the kitchen. "Wait, before you go, come here." I ordered. I opened a drawer in my chest and pulled out a pair of silk stockings and a garter belt. I fastened the garter belt around his hips and motioned him to sit down while I put the black silky stockings on him. "Do I have to wear this?" He asked? I looked at him with a glare that answered his question. "You will be whatever I want you to be. My lover, slave, bitch and my whore. Do you understand, Bill?" He nodded yes and strutted away to the kitchen. It's been two months since that day. Bill immediately leaves school and comes to my house to do his chores or give me whatever kind of pleasure I want that day. He's really an excellent slave but it seems as though he's getting too close and too comfortable. I'm getting bored of him. It's time to go hunting again. Poor boy...he'll never be the same. The end Dianna Vesta (c) 2000
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