Role Play
Chapter One
It was sheer boredom that drove Joe to do it. He had come home from his job, an increasingly tedious one in an accountancy office, to his poky rented flat tucked away in one of the least salubrious streets of the town and then eaten yet another tasteless microwave meal. The television beckoned or the pub but neither particularly appealed. There was the usual crap on the goggle box and he had no desire to watch vain, pouty girls snipe at each other on a reality show as he could watch that at work with the office staff! If he went to the pub then he would just sink a few pints aimlessly and chat about the dismal results of the local football team before wandering back home and then wake up with a horrendous headache the next morning. There had to be something more to life than this surely? he thought as he stared out of the rain-streaked window at the bleak brick wall opposite.
University had been okay although somehow he had not managed to throw himself into it headlong, preferring to stay away from the social side so that he could get all the work done for his business and economics course whilst supporting himself by working in a restaurant at night. That had kept his student debt to a reasonable level of just a few thousand rather than the tens of thousands that many of his fellow graduates had emerged with. There had been the occasional girl there but nobody serious as there always seemed to be something missing: no flash of lightning jolting his heart into action, just his cock wanting to find some pleasure for a while. Sex had always been okay with the girls he had met and yet he was conscious that there was something missing in every relationship he had had, however long or short. He needed something more to maintain his interest and he had wondered why for years.
Perhaps it was something to do with his sexual awakening? he mused, staring out into the rain. He had taken to sneaking into his mother’s room and then fondling her panties and brassieres for a while, finding the touch of the soft materials aroused him. Unfortunately, his older cousin, Nicola, had caught him once when she had popped in to say hello to his mum. The back door, as usual in their little village, had been open and Nicola had wandered in then caught him busy wanking away furiously, silken knickers wrapped around his cock. He had looked up just as his cream had spurted out of his cock all over the place. Her mocking laugh echoed in his memory even now as did the aftermath when she had wiped the mess up with the knickers then smeared them all over his bright red face. After that, she had made him roll over and smacked his bare arse cheeks, making them as red as his face before she had walked out wordlessly. Joe had hoped that she would return and take charge of him again but she had disappeared off to university a few days afterwards and the next time he had seen her was at her wedding to some older guy. But Joe was still youngish, free and therefore should be having fun yet that seemed to be a rather elusive, nebulous thing indeed.
Frustrated, he grabbed his coat along with an umbrella and decided to go for a walk despite the showery rain that was falling outside. Having been stuck behind his desk for most of the day trying to sort out a local company’s tax returns, he needed a breath of fresh air even if he did get soaked to the skin! Slamming the door behind him, he stepped out and mooched along, deliberately going the other way to his local pub just in case his resolve weakened and he popped in for a quick pint that led to several others.
The rain splattered down on the taut skin of the umbrella as he strode along, wandering towards the seafront so that he could watch the waves crash into the promenade as the wind blew strongly. He had always liked seeing such a sight, marvelling at the sheer effortless majesty and power of the water as it cascaded over rocks, belittling them slowly but surely until they were reduced to just stumps. A shower of spray added to the rainfall as a wave thundered into the stone of the promenade and he dodged swiftly to the left to get out of the way. Unexpectedly, he met resistance and he bounced off somebody, dropping his umbrella which blew away in the strong wind.
“Watch where you’re going, idiot!” hissed out of the semi-darkness and he looked straight into a pair of angry, green eyes.
“I didn’t see you there,” Joe muttered, blushing furiously as the woman started to rub at her ankle which he had inadvertently kicked. “Are you alright?”
“Twisted my ankle a bit when you changed direction and bumped into me,” she stated, still glaring at him.
“I am so sorry but I was avoiding the spray,” muttered Joe as another wave crashed into the prom and sent white mist shivering through the air just a few yards away from them.
“Well, give me a hand over there!” she commanded, pointing at a large building tucked between two shops.
Joe supported some of the woman’s weight as she limped slowly across the promenade, her own umbrella protecting her from most of the rain while he got soaked. By the time they reached the building, her limp had eased and she was almost walking normally although her arm remained around his shoulder.
“Right, in you come then,” she stated firmly, her hand clutching an iron railing at the bottom of a set of steps.
“What?”
“A man who injures a lady should at least offer to buy her a cup of tea or a glass of wine!” the woman stated, a slight hint of mockery in her voice. Joe frowned as he looked up and saw that the building was a theatre. He had passed it a few times before but it had never really registered in his consciousness. Now he took in the faded posters on the outside, the ornate Victorian lettering inscribed above the double doors and the light spilling out onto the steps. A babble of voices echoed out for a moment just as his eyes noticed the café sign on top of the steps and, oddly excited by the prospect of buying the woman a drink to apologise, he helped her up the steps and into the warm, dry interior.
It was only when Joe had purchased a glass of wine for the woman and sat down opposite her with his own pint of beer that he noticed how attractive she was. She was a few years older than him, he estimated, possibly in her mid-thirties with just the slightest trace of lines appearing around the corners of her sparkling green eyes. Her hair was the colour of a raven’s wing and lustrous, framing her heart-shaped face perfectly whilst he judged her build, under the heavy raincoat she wore, to be slim to match her petite stature. Well out of my league, Joe thought as he sipped at his beer whilst casting an eye round the little café, which was actually more like a few tables haphazardly dotted around what he assumed had been the foyer of the old theatre.
“It’s not much but it helps keep the theatre running,” she suddenly stated, observing him while her finger slowly circled the rim of her wine glass.
“It’s still going? I thought that the café had just replaced it,” answered Joe honestly as he tried not to blush under her scrutiny. That was hard though as he found himself hoping that she was impressed with what his mother had always called his open face, short brown hair and hazel eyes.
“We do our best to keep putting on shows. Strictly amateur of course but it provides us with some amusement, especially during the pantomime season. I am Samantha, by the way, Sam to my friends, and you are?”
“Oh, sorry, Joe, Joe Jenkins.” he stammered back, feeling like a schoolboy as she just kept looking at him thoughtfully.
“And what do you do then, Joe, apart from tread on poor, defenceless women in the street?”
To his surprise, Joe, after recovering from the unexpectedness of the question, started to talk about his life and the malaise he found himself in. When he faltered, Samantha teased out more, nibbling away at his reserve and gradually discovering that he had lost his parents: his dad had gone quickly, killed almost instantly by a stroke but his mum had lingered, ravaged by cancer before passing away just the year before.
“No siblings then?” Samantha inquired, reaching across the small table and squeezing Joe’s hand tightly in sympathy. Her touch sent a bolt of lightning through his veins and his cock felt like a bar of iron as it suddenly pressed against the front of his trousers.
“No, none,” he managed to squeeze out past his suddenly dry throat.
“So all alone and down in the dumps?”
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry,” Joe blurted out, realising that he must have been boring her witless with his depressing tale. “Look, I’m not always like this, I promise!”
“Hey, don’t worry. We all need a shoulder to cry on sometimes even if it is a stranger’s in a café! Now drink up and then you can come with me and I guarantee to cheer you up with some good company!”
Joe downed the remainder of his pint swiftly, heart beating faster as he wondered what she meant. His fervent hope was that she was going to invite him back to her place but she did not seem the type to rush into such things. Even a quick kiss from her soft lips would be a bonus, he decided, visualising the gentle touch of her flesh on his then hoping that she could not see his erection sticking out as they both stood up. She crooked her finger and he followed her out of the little café section and deeper into the theatre.
Chapter Two
“Well, you are a bit of a dark horse!” observed Sam a couple of hours later, green eyes twinkling as they walked out of the theatre and down the marble steps.
“Pantomime one?” quipped Joe, almost skipping along by his new acquaintance’s side as he thought back about the drama group and the acting he had just done.
He had almost turned back when Samantha had led him out onto the massive stage and into the middle of a crowd milling around aimlessly. He had stayed because he wanted to be with this woman whom he had literally bumped into and not for any other reason although it had reminded him a little of his school days when he had become involved in some of the school plays. Being slight of stature and beardless even when fifteen, he had always ended up playing the female roles in his all boys’ school and he had enjoyed dressing up and being someone entirely different. It was incredibly liberating to be a different character entirely.
Samantha had greeted many of the crowd, introducing him and he had slowly been drawn out of his shy self then catapulted right out of his comfort zone when the director, a buxom lady in her early fifties, had taken control of the group and got them all acting in little groups, playing impromptu characters. Joe had been a frog, a witch, a policeman and a damsel in distress in short order and had thrown himself into each role, determined to impress Samantha. His mood had lifted as he had become someone else: it was hard to remain down when you were being an evil villain stalking an innocent victim through the foggy streets of London.
“So are you going to come again?” Samantha asked, disturbing Joe’s reverie as she reached out and took hold of his hand. “There is another get together on Tuesday at the same time. Josie, the director, wants to start casting soon for the pantomime so she needs to know who is good enough to take on a starring role.”
“You are!” Joe said immediately. He had watched her and marvelled at how she had thrown herself into certain characters, different mannerisms and voices changing her completely.
“And so are you, Joe!” she replied, startling him. “You did really well for a novice. Are you sure you haven’t secretly been an actor?”
“Only a little at school,” responded Joe, enjoying the warmth of her hand in his as they strolled along in the now dry night time air. “Though sometimes I think the whole of my life is just one big acting role and that there is a stage exit somewhere to real life!”
“An actor and a philosopher too! Not sure that I can handle both!” Samantha giggled, stopping suddenly and facing him before she added, “I am going up this way, Joe.”
“Oh right…can I walk you home?” Joe blurted out anxiously.
“Not on a first date, young man! Whatever would my neighbours think?” Samantha teased him before she pulled him into one of the bus shelters on the promenade. “You want to see me again, don’t you?”
The blunt question caught Joe by surprise and his mouth fell open which made Sam laugh before she added, “You were quite keen to walk me home just now, weren’t you? Wanted to get your hand down my knickers?”
Joe went bright red as he had, indeed, been contemplating that pleasure and more. He had been imagining his cock sliding in and out of her soft centre while her mouth had feasted on his yet now she was standing there looking straight at him in amusement instead. He could only nod wordlessly, staring down at the ground and wishing it would swallow him up whole.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Joe. I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t! Though I thought I might be getting too old to entice a younger lad into my web! You may yet get that delight but I will warn you now, I like to be in charge…totally! Do you understand what I mean?”
“I think so,” Joe muttered, cock stiffening once again as he realised that he might not have blown his chance after all.
“Then I shall test you out now, Joe. Remember, I want total obedience from you and no silly arguing!”
“Okay,” murmured Joe, heart suddenly beating much faster as he wondered what she was going to ask him to do.
“Yes, mistress is the reply you should make!” Samantha snapped back and then he was reeling backwards as her hand shot out and slapped him hard round the face.
“Yes, mistress,” he managed to stammer out as she stood there and stared at him, green eyes sparkling wickedly.
“That’s better! Now get your cock out so that I can see what you have to offer me!”
For a few moments, Joe hesitated, unnerved by what had just happened and frightened of being seen even though they were tucked away in the bus shelter. Then he caught sight of her lips pursing up and knew that he was on the verge of disappointing her so he tugged down his zip and pulled out his cock. It jutted out proudly, already excited, bulbous head emerging from his foreskin as it trembled slightly.
“Hmm, you do have some potential to please a lady then, my little servant boy,” Samantha teased, lips widening into a smile as she saw his prick bob up and down. She slipped a pair of leather gloves from her coat pocket on and reached out, making him shudder as she touched his hot flesh. She closed her fingers round his shaft then snapped at him to move his hips back and forth and Joe complied, throat as dry as dust as he pushed his cock in and out of the leather circle made by her thumb and fingers.
Fear of discovery merged with excitement and pleasure as the soft caress of the leather stimulated his cock swiftly. Her mesmerising eyes bored into his as she told him to tell her when he was going to come and he whispered back that he would, adding the honorific mistress which pleased her. Her grip tightened on his thrusting prick, rolling her leather gloves over his sensitive glans and making him jerk and twitch in response. She teased him skilfully, stroking and caressing his long shaft until pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. His croaky voice hissed out that he was going to come and then he was whimpering in sudden pain as she whipped her hand back and forth over his hardness, snapping imperiously at him that he was not allowed to come until she gave him permission.
“Yes, mistress,” he stammered out into the darkness, already missing the gossamer touch of her gloves on his cock.
There was a wait of nearly a minute before she resumed stroking his shaft, once again encouraging him up towards his climax even though he tried to restrain his lust. Samantha smiled to herself, knowing from the tension she could feel in his body as it leant into her how hard he was trying to resist her tempting fingers. There was no escape however and Joe had to admit to her once more that he was close to exploding. Another few seconds of blinding pain as she struck his rock-hard cock with her gloved fingers and then it was back to pleasure and being teased once again into bliss.
Samantha took pity on Joe after the fifth occasion, having decided that she did not want to push her novice submissive too far.
“You may come when I have counted to fifty,” she announced before she deliberately started to manipulate his long shaft more quickly, making him gasp as tingles of delight raced up and down his body. By twenty, Joe was struggling to cope, body tense as he fought off the incipient orgasm. Every number seemed to take an age for her to say and he clenched his muscles tightly trying to forestall the pleasure as Samantha neared forty. She gloved his glans then, squeezing on the most sensitive bit of his prick underneath at the same time and his resistance gave in, conceding defeat. A huge groan shot out of his lips just as his cock began to spurt, sending jet after jet of creamy come into the cupped glove of her other hand. Joe felt as if his soul was being torn out of his body as she kept on milking his length, squeezing tightly and draining his balls completely, adding as many drops as she could to the sticky mess in her hand before she stepped away and looked at him in mock disappointment, shaking her head slowly from side to side as she stated, “Only forty-two, Joe. I am going to have to train you to do a lot better in future!”
“I’m sorry, mistress,” he mumbled, face flaming red in response to her words even as his heart thumped faster at the prospect of being trained to please her.
“Now, a lady can hardly walk home with this mess on her glove, can she? I think that you need to clean it up for me…with your tongue!” Sam snapped, lips quirking into a little smile at the look of horror and shock on his face.
The thought was humiliating and disgusting and yet Joe was oddly attracted by the idea as she pushed her hand up towards his face. He swallowed hard as he saw the creamy come swirl round slowly on her palm and then he parted his lips and tentatively licked at the gooey substance. A slight saltiness coated his tongue and lined his throat as some of his own semen slipped down as he obediently slurped away at the mess he had created. A little tinkle of laughter from his mistress as he now thought of her and he blushed but kept licking, eager to please her so that he would be able to see her again.
“Such a lovely tongue,” she murmured. “I wonder if it would be even more eager if it was licking away at something else?” Joe visualised her softness spread for him and his face between her thighs, inhaling the sweet scent of her slit and he moaned out into the glove. Sam laughed out loud and pushed her hand into his face, smearing the residue of his spunk over his cheeks and chin before she stepped away and announced that she would see him next week at the rehearsal.
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