Room Service
Your phone buzzes, ‘Be in the room by 1:00, ready.’
You bite your lower lip prettily, checking the time. You grab your bag and rush to your car, heels clicking. Giving the valet your keys, you hurry to the elevator, fumbling for the keycard in your purse.
Inside, you drop your things and look at yourself in the mirror, brush your hair and freshen your lips. You hang your dress in the closet, checking the mirror again: matching panties, bra, garter and stockings, new black heels. You turn to the closet door, your hands reaching for the top corners, and wait.
Soon you hear the click as I open the door and come in. I open the minibar and take something out, exhaling with a loud sigh as I finish it.
I walk over to you and run my hands over your shoulders and down your back, along the back of your thighs, then possessively curl my hand over you. My hand is warm and gives you goosebumps.
I nose your hair aside to breathe your scent, gently squeezing your breast with my other hand.
‘I hope you’re very smooth for me lovely. Or I may have to punish you…’
‘I am Sir, very smooth and fresh for you.’
I tug your panties taught, growling in your ear, ‘Should I take them off, or rip them off?’
You shiver, surrendering, ‘You pick.’
I take a firm grip of your hair and lead you to the table.
‘Hold the edge, and don’t let go.’
You feel my fingers tug your silk and lace panties to your ankles, then my hands moving back up along your ankles, your knees, your thighs. I tease you, sliding my fingertips along your soft flesh, spreading you and touching you all over.
‘You’re very wet, such a naughty girl.’
You hear my buckle and zipper, then you feel my hard cock rubbing along your ass and between your thighs. You sigh and arch your back.
Deliberately, I rub my cock along your wet lips, slowly back and forth, making you groan. You feel me pause, lining up.
Slowly, so slowly I slide all the way into you, pulling you back. Holding you pinned to the table, now fucking you with short hard strokes.
Soon, very soon, you feel your spasms, squeezing clenching milking my hard prick. You grip the table with white knuckles, ‘Yes, god yes, pound me, fuck me hard!’
Slow and steady as one wave after another washes over you until you lose count. You’re breathing heavily, feeling me pound you… 3, 4 hard deep strokes.
Then I pull you back fiercely, muttering ‘Fuck, oh fuck I can’t stop it, fuck!’ I fall, heavy on top of you. You feel me pumping and twitching inside you, panting as I empty myself.
You lay there, pinned and satisfied.
After a long moment, I raise and help you up.
‘Water, then get to the bed. I hope you’re hungry.’
You grin back at me, ‘Starving.’
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6gl8qy/room_service_mf_hotel_fsub_roleplay
Excellent! As always – such perfection in your words.