Hotel Tryst [MF] [exhib, bd, ds]

You follow the familiar route to our secret getaway, the path a blur of street lamps and red lights, until you arrive at the hotel. The valet trades your claim ticket for your keys, the engine purring back to life as the car disappears into the garage. You’re left slightly shivering in the cool evening air, before walking inside and entering the elevator.

As the lift lurches up each floor, you can feel the tug of anticipation welling up inside you, unsure of what awaits you. Leaving the elevator, you furtively scan the hallway, ensuring no one saw you steal away to our sanctuary. Slipping the key into the lock with a muffled click, you open the door and enter the suite, a rush of humid air escaping the room like a pleasured sigh.

Inside, a single lamp was lit, casting a glow on an envelope. Tearing the thick paper open, a small card flutters to the floor. On it, simple instructions:

“I’ve drawn you a bath. Warm yourself in the water. I’ll be along shortly. Wait for me.”

Entering the washroom, you see the tub steaming, sensually smelling soaps, lotion and shampoo set out on the corner of the tub, next to a thick towel. Undressing again, you slip beneath the surface of the water, the chill of the evening leaving your body.

You rub the soap along your skin, the scent wafting up to your nostrils, filling them with notes of cucumber and mint. Washing away the events of the day with the rich later before ducking your head under the water, wetting it. You squeeze a dollop of the aromatic shampoo into your hands, then run your fingers through your locks and massage your scalp.

Opening the drain, the tepid water drains as you rinse your body with the shower head, splashing water out of the tub and onto the floor, slightly dampening the towel. Rivulets of water roll down your body as you reach for the towel, catching a blur of your curvaceous body in the foggy mirror. Wrapping yourself in the luxurious fabric, you step out of the bath.

Underneath the towel, another card, the ink slightly running from the water that escaped the tub.

“I’ve left you a present. Open the box next to the sink. Dress quickly and come find me.”

Suddenly noticing the package wrapped in ribbon on the counter, you untie the bow and lift the lid. Inside, you find a lacy sable corset and matching thong, a tiny triangle of fabric held together by strings. Donning the corset first, realizing the top just hardly covered your breasts, the trim grazing your nipples as you fasten the clasps, stretching your arms behind you, pushing out your chest slightly.

Stopping to admire your sexy silhouette in the mirror before you slip the panties up your legs and tie your hair back, still damp from the bath. Rubbing the lotion on your skin after a final brush of the towel, caressing your calves and thighs, chest and arms, spreading the silky smoothness across your exposed midriff and across your neck.

Reentering the room proper, the shades drawn back from the floor to ceiling windows, the suite now illuminated by the scarlet of the setting sun, painting the walls a deep crimson and emphasizing the flush of your skin. From the corner of the room, a familiar voice.

“Did you enjoy yourself, pet? Now it’s my turn. Come, sit on the bed and allow me to admire how well you wear the outfit.”

Following the instructions obediently, curling your legs under your bottom as I set my glass on the table with a clink of ice cubes I stand and cross the room to you, my eyes tracing the curves of your body, a shadow backlit by the fading light. Getting closer, I brush my fingertips across your temple, along your hairline, then back to your chin, lifting your face to admire your beauty.

The gentle upward push causes you to rise to your knees, back straight. Removing my tie, wrapping your wrists in the slippery silkiness, crossing it expertly and cinching your hands together behind you, letting them fall between your ankles. Stepping around the bed, my shadow covers you, as I then pull a blindfold from my pocket and slip it over your eyes, tucking it under your pony tail.

As I cover your eyes, I shake a few drops of water free, and you feel them drip down your shoulders. Deprived of your sight, the soft sound of my breathing intensifying; the rushing water inside the walls thundering in your ears. The scent of the lotion becoming intoxicating and causing you to sway slightly, the immediacy of your other senses increasing. A swift slap falls on your ass and stern words follow:

“Display yourself for me, and do mind your posture.”

Straightening your stance, catching your breath from the unexpected sting, waiting with longing to submit to your master, to please him, the fabric between your legs moistening, a gentle pull of desire beginning at your core.

“Tell me, what do you dream of when we’re apart, in those quiet moments you steal away to enjoy your body?”

Your trite answer earning a reprimand, physical and verbal, a sting on the other cheek, slightly stronger than the first. Then, you confess, a flood of words pour from your lips, of unspoken desires, and dirty thoughts. You surprise yourself with how much you admit, causing you to blush as the confession made the flush of arousal spread, warm on your chest.

“Such a naughty girl. I had no idea you had such delicious thoughts.”

A reward, a touch, a finger crossing your collarbone, from shoulder to shoulder, then the top of my hand brushing your jawline, cradling your chin in my hand, rubbing your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth. Shifting slightly from holding this position for so long, your breathing becomes shallower with expectation. Then, a slight gust from the motion in the room blowing across your nipples, causing them to stiffen slightly.

You hear a tiny clinking in the corner, then the sound of my footsteps approaching again. You recoil slightly and earn another smack as an icy block presses against your breasts. The coldness rubs over your nipples and up your chest, water dribbling drown the front of you and dripping to your thighs as you straighten again, pressing against the frigid touches.

Then, I lift the ice to your lips, you instinctively suck on it, letting slightly more slip between your lips each time, a stream of water flowing over your chin until all that was left was a puddle between your legs.

“Mmmm, I can feel your heat. We mustn’t let that get out of hand.”

Sliding a collar around your neck, rough leather scratching against your skin, buckling it tightly in the back. Then, pushing you backwards to the bed, grabbing you by the neck, leading you to your feet and swiftly across the room, causing you to stumble and fall across my lap as I sit down in a chair.

Clasping a hand around your wrists, I push your thong to your ankles to expose you fully. The scent from your naked pussy encouraging my blows over your ass, leaving tingling red marks and causing you to squeal in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. I hear you whimper in between slaps, and j begin caressing your bottom with my strong hands, soothing the ache.

Spreading your legs, extending the strokes down your thighs, feeling the warmth between them, teasing your slit, coating my fingertips with your wetness. I pinch your clit, causing you to gasp; causing you to beg your master.

“Is that what you want? Release? Fulfillment by hands other than your own? Patience. Don’t let yourself go yet.”

A moan of desire escapes you, pleading. My attention focuses on your bud, causing pleasure to swell up inside you, blocking out the pain. I feel you tremble, your breath quickening. I stop just as I feel you begin to peak, leaving an ache. Working my fingers over and inside your cunt, bringing you so close, and then backing off abruptly. As I feel you struggle against the restraints, I hold you tighter in my grasp.

Slowing my strokes in and out of you, letting you feel the texture of my fingers as they plunge ever deeper, only to remove them a moment later. I repeat this, faster and faster as I feel your cunt squeeze and try to hold onto them as they withdrew, your slippery wetness allowing them to escape. I slide my fingers deep inside you, working your nub with my thumb while my middle fingers rub along the top of your tight cunt. You plead for permission to cum, your head shaking, your body tense. Then, the command:

“Cum for me. Tell me how it feels.”

A torrent of words, mixing with squeals of pleasure escape your mouth, as satisfaction tears through your body, releasing a deluge of wetness over my hand. I continue my touches until your body goes limp, and you struggle to catch your breath with the tightness of the collar.

My hard cock pushes firmly against your stomach. I release your wrists, grabbing your waist and rolling you over, turning you so your shoulders rest on my knees. Your legs hang over my shoulders, you feel my breath, hot against your soaking wet pussy.

“I’m going to taste your juices. I give you permission to touch me. If you do well, I’ll let you have me inside you.”

Burying my face between your legs, licking with urgency as you shift your arms to stroke my stiff shaft through my pants, grasping for it, rubbing your palm against the fabric. Drawing my tongue in and out, I swirl it around the outside of your lips, tasting you. It then plunges it back inside you, licking up and down, tasting your sweetness. I give you a taste of your juices as my fingers fill your mouth.

My hands pull your nipples and squeeze your breasts, as blood rushes to your head, causing the darkness to spin under the blindfold. Circling my tongue over your clit, increasing the pace until you arch your back, pressing your pussy against my mouth as you shake from cumming for me again. Letting your body slide down my chest, straddling me, I feel your wetness on my thick cock through my pants, and I give my next order:

“Rub your cunt on me, show me how much you want my cock inside you.”

On command, you rock your hips back and forth over the bulge on my lap, reaching your bound hands to the floor to steady yourself. I grab your ass, assisting your motion. Hearing you implore me to fuck you, to be inside you, to fulfill your need, your want so far beyond desire. I feel you move over me, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. I move with you, sliding in the chair.

Grabbing your collar, I tell you to stand, and lead you over to the window, turning the lights on as we passed them. I remove your blindfold, and release your wrists. The lights of the city are on now as darkness fills the sky. From behind you, I speak:

“Undress your master. You’ve been such a compliant pet.”

You unfasten the buttons and zippers on my clothes, knowing exactly where each one is, even blind, and remove them. Carelessly, you let your bottom touch the glass of the window, the smooth coldness soothing the soreness from your discipline. After you strip me, allowing my cock to spring free from the bonds of clothing, I see you grasping for it. I block your hands, pinning you against the window, raising goosebumps and causing you to shiver.

“And now, your reward.”

Kissing you passionately, deeply, massaging your tongue with mine. My fingers locking with yours, wrapping them around my neck, wrapping my arms around your waist. I stroke the small of your back as we continued our embrace, stealing each others breath. My cock throbs against your cunt, rubbing it between your legs, causing you to cum again, the slipperiness of your thighs allowing my shaft to slide easily.

“Come, show everyone what they’re missing.”

Turning your body to face the glass, presenting you to the night, I slide in between your legs, deftly entering your pussy, stretching you as I fill you with my entire length. You pant from the new sensation, fogging the glass, as I draw my cock out of your tight cunt. The realization that you can be seen, nearly naked, in the window causes another flood of wetness over my shaft.

Moving in and out of you, faster and faster, building a nimble pace with my strokes, as you brace your body against the window with one hand while the other worked over your breasts, lifting them to your mouth so you could suck your nipple, I feel your hole tighten as you touch yourself, firmly, purposefully, spurring me on.

Straining from the effort, slamming my hips into your ass and driving my cock deep inside you. Dropping your breasts and beginning to rub your clit, your fingers slick with saliva. Your body pushes back against my strokes, angling your pussy so my cock rubs against your spot. Your moans turn to screams, the city lights becoming fireworks as your vision blurs and your body shakes.

Continuing my rhythm, thrusting into you over and over, pulling your hair as your face presses against the window, the chill of the glass against your cheek and tummy barely noticeable with the heat coursing through you. Fucking you harder, pinning you against the glass, feeling every inch of your cunt squeezing around my thick shaft.

Your screams echo in the room, and pause only to allow you to gulp more breath. Your volume increases, begging me not to stop, a blissful wail filling my ears as I bit your shoulder and neck roughly, leaving white indentations. Breathing heavily, grunting from the exertion, sliding my fingers around your collar, tightening it, increasing the pitch of your screams.

Making shallower strokes, rapidly in and out of you, moving your body so your breasts rub against the window, your nipples fully erect, sweat rolling off your body and down the glass. You tense and explode over me again and again, as the waves of sensation crash over your consciousness.

Pulling your hips towards me and sliding my shaft between your cheeks, I rub my cock against your ass until the tension at my core releases. My hot, sticky cum spurts up your back and dribbles down into your dimples, my legs shaking against yours.

Releasing my grip on your collar, I wrap you in the towel, pulling your body close to me and press my lips to yours in a seemingly never ending kiss. Leading you back to the bathroom, we rinse the passion from our bodies and then curl up together under the covers, still slightly wet from the shower as we drift off to a deep, satisfying sleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7u9eyg/hotel_tryst_mf_exhib_bd_ds