One Time too Many (1st in Lynn/Daniel series)

[Please note that the character telling the story (Lynn) has the English accent of a well educated man, but not a pompous accent. It will give the story new light. But as the reader, you may interpret it as you wish.]

I knew I\'d been bad. Just how bad was a matter of question.
I\'d so enjoyed the past few weeks greatly. After the grueling work of the boardroom, presentation after boring presentation, I am always ready to relax.
Looking over 28 employees in a growing company is no small task.
But it\'s all so mundane. I love my work, but still. If the mind is allowed to fester, it can undeniably be a most dangerous thing. I needed excitement, something with a spark. And indeed it had been found in a most unusual source.
Daniel had been my secret lover for more than a year now.
No one knew.
Not even my wife of 4 years.
I knew I was doing something wrong. I wasn\'t supposed to break our vows. But there was something about Daniel that I just couldn\'t describe.
The way he made me feel was beyond words.
Daniel had recently become my \'Master\', from time to time. Not every single time we made love, but I found it occurring quite frequently as time passed.
Of course the whole thing was my idea.
You see, my name is Lynn...and this is how it began:
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I would invite Daniel up to my penthouse in that I shared with my wife. We had no children, and my wife often traveled at her leisure. Looking back, it was the perfect setup.
One particular night, Daniel and I were sharing some coffee and cake at the window, overlooking the beautiful Manhattan skyline.
I remember getting lost in his brown eyes for a long while as we discussed events of the day. Placing down my cake, with my coffee still in my hand, I led him to the soft sofa that sat near the fireplace. It was cold that night, so that was an excellent excuse to nuzzle into him.
I leaned the back of my head on his chest, and he placed a loving arm around me. Unfortunately, I lost the grip on the coffee and spilled it on his lap.
Of course, he was very upset. Who wouldn\'t be?
But before I go on, let me tell you this. I used to pay this man to come see me. I\'m not going to sit and lie to you, I just won\'t. I have no reason.
You see, in certain circles, one cannot just tramp down to the Village and pick up someone from the local bar. No, it doesn\'t work that way. Being discreet is so important. This is why, when I heard about Daniel\'s massages from a good friend in the steam room, I had to contact him. Don\'t worry...the friend told me in confidence...
Moving along, when Daniel first showed up at my door my wife was there. He calmly told her that he was there to give me a massage. Of course my good wife let him in and he got to work. Sometime during the course of our meeting my wife stepped out. And just when Daniel and I got on the subject of sex I cannot remember. I was very frank with him. I asked him what types of services he offers, he answered me just as frankly.
From that, I was extremely pleased. I like someone who is forthright with me.
As the months passed, Daniel confessed to me that he was becoming quite attached to me. I was hesitant at first. The first word that came to my word was \'scandal\', followed by \'blackmail\'. Well, soon my fears were assuaged when dear sweet Daniel stopped accepting my money for his visits.
And soon after that, our lovemaking became more passionate. He was always my adoring and loving top man. Although we often switched up, just for the variety of it all, you know.
Now that you know a little background, I must tell you, that the night I spilled that coffee in Daniel\'s lap. He was less than pleased. He\'d had a hard day at work, as had I. Except his work was much more stressful with much less pay. Daniel worked at a small (but busy) café in downtown Manhattan. He did masseur work on the side to bring in extra cash, along with his special services. Shortly before this incident, he related to me that he\'d been having problems with his job. And indeed, he later confessed that he could be in danger of losing his position because of company downsizing.
Well, I wasn\'t about to pay for a place for him to stay. He could earn his living just like anyone else. I didn\'t feel for him as he felt for me at the time.
At least, that\'s what I thought at first. But after the night I spilled the coffee, that all changed. And in the end, I ended up paying for Daniel\'s rent, and most of his bills.
You see, his temper had been horrible lately. And spilling the coffee just did it.
He jumped up and screamed at me, calling me a profane name.
I just didn\'t believe it. Not that he had yelled at me, but because no one had ever called me this name before. -Or for that matter, any other name.
I just stood there for a moment. A feeling was coursing it\'s way through my body that I wasn\'t familiar with...yet.
I do not know what possessed me to do this that night, but I did.
I stood there, my mouth gaped open and immediately dropped to my knees, bowing my head like the obedient slave that I was to become.
I can remember looking down at his feet saying, \'Master, I am sorry...\'
Well, Daniel didn\'t know what to think. But he soon caught on.
I looked up at him and asked him, \'Master, how can I make it up to you?\'
I inched my way towards his feet and kneeled, inches from his crotch.
Sweet goodness...I could smell him so well. His smell was fascinating to me.
That\'s when it hit him, I believe. He knew then just what I wanted.
Daniel slapped me right across my face and I fell with a thud to the side and whimpered.
\"How dare you! How dare you injure your Master!\"
He said this in such a cold and metered tone, I was sure my hair was standing on end from the sheer excitement.
\'Oh yes,\' I thought, \'punish me...\'
I was still over on my side from where he\'d knocked me to the carpet when I felt a boot sole on the side of my neck.
I looked up with my eyes, and sure enough it was attached to Daniel\'s body. It was very surreal.
Oh to have your very being hang on the decisions of one man. The man you live only to serve. Your Master. There is nothing like it in the world.
\"I am sorry Master,..I...\" I\'d said, feebly.
\'Silence!\' Daniel yelled at me. \'I ought to ground your head into the carpet...but I won\'t. Get up.\'
I stood up and faced him, expecting, no, hoping for the worst.
\'On your knees in front of your Master...\' He grabbed my brown hair and led me down.
\'You WILL learn your place.\"
Oh the pain him grabbing my hair was causing me. I needed it. Yes, I still need it.
\'Now,\' Daniel had said, \'take me out, and suck it. And for your little infraction tonight, ...swallow it.\'
My mouth hung open, surprised at my streak of good luck that night. Who would have thought that a café server could be so forceful and in control?
I quickly removed his already hard penis from his pants, smelling the unique fragrance that was all Daniel, and began to suck on his large, mushroom head.
\'Shit...\' Daniel\'s hand reached for the back of my head and grabbed my hair rather roughly and moved my head back and forth over his swollen penis.
He was a large man, he knew that I could never take him all the way in and I\'d never tried. This time, Daniel decided it was time to see what would happen if that ever occurred.
I can remember him slowly easing his cock down my throat until I made a gagging noise.
He just looked down at me with a cold look, daring me to try and move my mouth off of him.
\'Choke on it. That\'ll teach you respect for your Master.\'
I made inaudible gagging sounds as Daniel just looked down at me, moaning and forcing himself down my throat.
I am going to tell you, I could not take much more. At one point, I felt as though I may vomit from the length of him, but I did not. And the thrill of it all was well worth it.
Then, as sudden as he started, he stopped; pulling me back and forcing my head back to look at him in the eyes. I coughed and gagged, looking up at him.
\'Tell your Master you\'re sorry...tell your Master you want him to stop. Beg. I want to hear you beg for mercy...\'
Oh the feelings that raced through my body as I started up into his dark brown eyes. The punishment was enough to drive me up the wall, but the begging...I didn\'t know how much more I could take of that.
I pleaded with him, \'Please, Master, this will never happen again. I am sorry...I am but a feeble servant, I will never...\"
He slipped his hard penis down my throat once again, right in mid-sentence.
\'Not good enough.\' Daniel said to me.
I can still feel his balls slap against my chin as he rocked back and forth into my mouth. With me, still gagging every now and then, but slowly adjusting to his size.
That\'s when I felt him begin to slow up a bit, and he pulled out.
Held wrapped his fingers up in my hair and held my hair back, looking into my eyes. He furiously began jacking himself in my face. My mouth was open a bit, and I could see the muscles flex under his shirt as he pumped himself.
I just kneeled there in front of him. Letting my Master relieve himself on me. It gave me so much pleasure to see him flinch when he came, and to feel his strong hands firmly tugging at my head to keep my eyes on him. I can remember ever word he said as if it were yesterday.
\"Yeah maggot...what do you have to say to your Master?\"
\"I serve only you Master. I live for you.\"
And at that, let me tell you, he let out one of the most guttural screams I\'d ever heard and proceeded to ejaculate all over my face and into my open mouth.
I simply closed my eyes and savored every moment. Everything felt so ethereal.
He breathed heavily and came to gently wipe my face with a cloth.
There was something about Daniel that was different from the other few men I\'d been with. After we made love he was gentle and soothing. It\'s almost like he was a changed man from whole experience. The rest of that night he held me and touched me as we slept on the plush carpet.
Mind you at any time my wife could have come home early from her trip.
But, somehow, that didn\'t matter to me anymore. I started to get the faintest of feelings that I was falling in love with Daniel. And I threw caution to the wind. Nothing mattered. Nothing.
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So you see what a pickle I\'d gotten myself into. Once Daniel became my Master, I believe, is when I fell for him. This was one of many escapades to come. Some surprised me more than others. And as time went along I got bolder with him. I even went with him to some events about town. Because, you see, Daniel not only had my heart and soul, but he had my mind. And when the person you fancy has your mind, it is the most absolute of loves...


(note from author: more to come in this series)