My sir has brought me to a hotel room. It's just the two of us… for now. As soon as the door clicks shut, he blindfolds me. I tense. I wasn't ready. But I trust him. He orders me to stand still. I do. He starts stripping me clothes off. He's been gentle, tender. It feels good to have his hands gently caressing my body, gliding over my bare skin. A soft gentle stroke along the small of my back. The kind that he knows gives me goose bumps and makes me weak in the knees. My lips search for his and he allows me to kiss him. I moan gently, leaning into him as he keeps strumming this one sensual spot. He chuckles, probably knowing just how tightly he has his slut wound around his finger. I lean into him, wanting to feel more, wanting his warmth, wanting his touch, wanting his permission. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Are you my good little slut?"
Yes, Sir.
"And do you want to please your sir tonight?"
I nod. He gives a warning grunt. "Yes, Sir."
"Good slut"
And he guides me to my knees. I start to feel myself getting wet as I blindly wait for him to present himself to me. I take him, as best I can on my own, sliding my lips deeper on his shaft, feeling him thrust towards the back of my throat. His hands on my head, tangled in my hair, encouraging me to take more. I feel myself getting more worked up as we get into a rhythm. I gag more than I breathe but he's so close. I can feel it. I can hear him. And I want to please my Sir more than I want to breath. I want to feel him release, to show him his load, show him what a good slut I am for him. He finishes and I hold my mouth open wide for him to see until he gives me permission to swallow. He praises me, helps me to my feet, and tells me to wait.
I hear him ruffling around in bags, furniture moving. I'm curious, but I stay put. I don't peek. Sir grasps my arm and guides me to the bed. I'm on the mattress on my knees. "Put your hands behind your back"
"Yes, Sir"
He pulls out a length of rope and binds my hands together. Another length of rope and he binds my ankles. Another moment and he has me bent over, cheek on the bed, ass in the air, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy with an urgency that has me screaming out. He stops, shoves a gag in my mouth and tells me he's going to the bar for a drink, that I shouldn't move an inch and he wants to walk back in the door with my ass presented and my cunt ready for him. Do I understand? Yes, Sir.
He puts some ear plugs in my ears. I hear him say something. Maybe it was the TV turning on. The gag muffles my scream when he smacks my ass. I think I hear the door click. He's taken everything, my senses, and left me alone with only thoughts of him. I can't reach out and touch anything. I can only feel the warmth and sting as the outline of his handprint raises into a welt. I can't see. I can only taste his cum. I can't hear. I'm left with the fresh thoughts of him and how he was pleased. Left with the anticipations and questions of how my Sir would like to use me when he gets back, how he might reward me if I'm good. . . . . .
I have no concept of time. He was just here… or was that 15 minutes ago? A half hour now? My ears strain. I want to hear the door opening, feet shuffling, his voice… anything. Finally, I think I hear the door. Yes! Someone came inside. It feels like an eternity before he comes over to the bed. He pulls out an earplug and tells me what a good slut I've been. He rubs one hand up and down my back as the other massages my tit.
"I've got a reward for you" and suddenly there's another set of hands exploring my ass, testing my waist line. I feel my heart rate immediately go into over drive, my breathing quickens, I make a move to roll over, to kick off this unexpected intruder, but I'm held fast. My sir bends down and whispers in my ear, "Now slut, is that any way to treat out guest?" I writhe and buck and try to escape their grasp. I'm on my back now, my hands trapped uselessly beneath me. My sir has me pinned at the shoulders and this stranger has my legs. I can't move. It's no use. I feel my body relax as I submit to my Sir and this new stranger.
My heart is still racing and my breathing is shallow. Sir puts a hand on my chest. It's comforting. They begin to talk about how wet I am. I'm half proud, half embarrassed. Sir tells me to listen to both him and the stranger tonight. Do I understand? I make the slightest nod but he does not seem satisfied yet. He takes off my gag. "Do you understand"
Yes, Sir. My voice is quiet and timid.
He orders me to let me knees fall open, to allow this stranger to get a better look at my cunt. I hesitate… but I obey. The stranger works his way up my legs, sliding his own fingers in and out of me. The stranger seems pleased, slipping in one finger, than two. Hearing me gasp here, moan there. He draws circles around my clit and watches as I tense and squirm and react to his slightest touch. He works himself under my legs and I feel his lips on me, his tongue flicking my clit, a finger still thrusting in and out of my cunt. I let out a low, primal moan. I'm tense but I don't want to get away, not from this. My sir flicks and rubs my tits, telling me what a good slut I am. I feel that familiar knot in my stomach as the intensity mounts. My sir turns my head and shoves his cock back in my mouth. I'm at their mercy. My Sir immediately plunges his hard cock deep to the back of my throat. I gag but I want to keep going.The intensity if makes me hungry for my Sir's dick. I can't catch enough breath. I feel myself on the brink. This stranger's fingers thrusting, his tongue and lips driving me wild. I try to let out a scream as I climax but my mouth is so full of cock, it comes out as a cum covered gurgle. My sir has been pleased. The stranger seems pleased as well.
They untie me, but my blindfold is still on. Sir tells me to undress our guest and make him feel more comfortable. I feel unsteady on my feet, but I oblige. I stand before him, feeling for him, his height, his muscle, his stubble. I'm surprised at how aroused I am by exploring this stranger. I feel the hem of his shirt and begin to pull it up. I feel his arms raise and I'm on my toes pulling his shirt overhead. His arms wrap around me and his lips are immediately on mine. He tastes like beer. I drink him in. He guides my hands to the button of his jeans. I work the button slowly, feel it release and pull at the zipper – carefully. I work his jeans down as I help myself to my knees, pulling his boxer briefs down next. I feel exactly when his hard cock springs free and my hands are immediately on it, feeling his girth, stroking from base to tip. Sir tells me to take him. To show him what I can do. I obey and before I know it, the stranger has my face buried balls deep around his member. I gag, I gasp for breath, I obey. I take him again and again. I feel tears running down my cheeks.
Suddenly he's pulled me to my feet and bent me over the bed. He quickly thrusts himself inside my cunt. I gasp at the suddenness. His hands are on my hips as he thrusts harder each time. I push back, wanting to feel him deeper, wanting to show my Sir how eager I am to please this stranger. He smacks at my ass, grabs at my tits, pulls at my hair. I can feel his urgency. His desire to cum. I here him grunt with effort and pleasure. He's so close. I reach back and fondle his balls. He gasps and thrusts harder enough that I feel I might fall over despite the bed. He pulls out and I feel warm cum cover my back.
My Sir invites him to rest while he takes me to the shower so he can clean off his dirty slut. Once we're in the bathroom, he takes off my blindfold, praising me, telling me what a good slut I am. The water feels nice. My Sir's hands feel nice. As he washes me off he asks if I would like for him to warm me up?
Warm me up for what?
His finger draws small little circles around my ass.
Oh. I'm about to protest. I want to protest. But my Sir has already started and I'm stifling a moan. I'm still not used to this. It feels different… but pleasurable in an odd way. I still turn against him. He repositions himself and continues. And so we play this game until my sir has had enough. He shuts off the water, blindfolds me, and leads me out into the cool hotel room air, tying me to the bed. I'm freezing. He knows. He's punishing me. I'm tied face down to the bed. My ass presented. My sir leans over and speaks firmly to me.
"I thought my slut understood how to obey orders" And he smacks my ass "I thought my slut liked pleasing her Sir" And he smacks my ass "I thought my slut would be a gracious host to our guest" And he smacks my ass "You WILL do as you're told and do it eagerly, do you understand slut?"
Yes, Sir.
"Do you understand, slut?
YES, SIR!
And I do, I submit to my Sir and my stranger Sir for the night.
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