Chapter 2 An Opportunity

Charlie's POV

Everyone who writes to me, as long as they provide a working email address, gets a response. I replied to her right away. She answered and included some lovely pictures. I thought the images were almost too amazing to be real. It's not simply that the images were of such high quality and professionalism.

The female seemed to have just left Playboy Magazine. She was unquestionably the most stunning lady I've ever received a snapshot of. I had almost no doubt that she was sending me pictures that she had obtained online.

I remained silent. I had no cause to grumble. Whether or not they were of her, they were still beautiful images. I quickly understood that I was in error. There were images of the stunning young lady who was contacting me!

Her fantasies and her actual life were addressed in great depth. She kept sending me images of herself that she said her elder sister was taking. After that, she asked me if I had any particular demands when she informed me she was going to see her sister.

I asked for a series of photos showing me wearing and then taking off a few pieces of clothes, and a day or two later, I got precisely what I wanted. I was in awe! She was there!

We kept talking about fantasies, and when we spiced things up a little, she started to submit to me. I would email her with a task to do. She would finish the task and then fill me in on everything.

It was fun for me to write about the things I had her do. Naturally, this cute young lady was making me feel sexy in a way no other woman ever had.

Her desire to live out her dreams and her will to remain honest to her husband clashed, which led to the tension that started to arise. We had made the decision that we could never, ever meet. That constraint sounded reasonable, and we were strongly attracted to one another. I could be a sexual monster in the making. But I don't want to ruin anyone's marriage.

The issue with that is that as we got closer, our shared desires of meeting, touching, and experiencing the things I talked about, became overwhelming.

I never would have expected to run across her by happenstance. She was raised in a wealthy neighborhood and married into another wealthy family in the city where she currently resides. High society defines her. Ich bin a biker bar. And the two will never cross paths.

But as time passed, I began to ponder what would occur if the two were to truly cross paths. She claimed to have finished all but one of the repulsive sexual duties I assigned her.

She posed for many sets of graphic photos, which she then sent to me. She also gave me unflattering images of her two beautiful sisters. For the other tasks, though, all I had was her word. She had to fill a glass with her warm feces in the shower, per my command.

She was instructed to taste it first before being covered with it. She said that she disregarded my advice and drank the full glass of hot urine instead. I told her to fetch a baby bottle, fill it with hot, fresh poop, and use it to breastfeed.

The next day, she replied to let me know that she had finished the assignment and was eager to do it again. After intercourse, as her husband's sperm began to drip from her pussy, I told her to pick it up and consume it. She made no hesitations.

I told her to take a book and a very short skirt to the park. She was to read while sitting with her knees apart, exposing her underpants to anybody who happened to be there that day. She replied right afterward and spoke about how thrilling it had been. I was falling in love with the ideal lady very soon.

Unfortunately, the ideal lady already had a wonderful husband and hoped to keep it that way.

We kept in touch with each other. I liked reading her letters in which she described many of the obscene behaviors I had written about in my books and how they had impacted her. She said that she yearned to partake in several of those naughty sex activities in person.

I started to consider how much I would like fulfilling her wishes more and more. And at that point, the chance came along. In the state where she and her husband reside and where he worked, the state government passed many significant reforms that had an impact on the construction sector.

To give everyone involved time to react and adapt before the implementation of the new legislation, they were organizing one-week seminars in Atlanta to advise builders and contractors of the changes.

The guests included Sophie's husband and father-in-law, who run a construction business. The class was scheduled to run from Monday through Saturday the following week. From Sunday to Sunday, they planned to stay in Atlanta.

Sophie intended to accompany them for the whole week in the city. However, she made the last-minute choice to see one of her sisters instead. My window of opportunity was at that time. She still needed to do the one homework I had assigned her.

When she informed me of her new intentions, I demanded that she finish her homework before heading out of town to see her sister. I gave her instructions to visit an adult shop and get a vibrator, two butt plugs, and two nipple clamps.

She had been anxious about that task. She hasn't finished it yet because of this. Of course, she has never been inside an adult bookshop. They seem sleazy and sound sleazy. She had a lot of anxiety before entering one.

A week ago, she pleaded with her sister to accompany her, but her sister refused. She had been too afraid to go there by herself.

I decided to gamble. I sometimes go to her city. It makes for a fun day excursion on our Harleys for myself and a few pals. I wouldn't go so far as to claim that I am used to the locale.

But I know how to get around.

I looked up a potential bookshop online and rode my bike down to see it one day. It was flawless. It was close to the city limits. It was close to the Interstate and situated all by itself.

Evergreen trees line the parking area, perhaps to conceal the identities of the perverts who frequent the establishment.

It suited what I had in mind just well.