It’s a wet spring evening out on the street, the on/off English drizzle giving everything outside a shine in the lazy orange street lights. I’m sat at the hotel bar, looking across and out the ceiling high window, idly scrolling through my phone and waiting for you to arrive. I’ve not been here long, but the anticipation is building inside me. Even though we’ve been sharing messages online for a while now, this will be our first face to face meeting. I’m on my barstool wearing a shirt and trousers, hair swept back, a light scent of cologne around me, when the bartender comes to ask me for my order. I’m hesitant initially, should I wait? Eventually I decide on an Old Fashioned, just to steady the nerves, simultaneously hoping you’ll arrive before it does.
I look back across the room, and catch a glimpse of a figure walking past the bar window and towards the main entrance. I tell myself that wasn’t you and go back to scrolling though one app, then another. After a minute I look up, and there you are, weaving your way through the tables in my direction. I try to keep my eyes in my head as I look at you in your thigh length dress and tights, a jacket protecting you from the English chill. I quickly grab the bartender’s attention and order you a glass of white wine, before turning to greet you. The way you say hi and hug me is both slightly shy and unerringly cute. I tell you look stunning, to which you shyly say thanks, almost blushing. The drinks arrive and we both reach for them, trying to overcome the initial awkward silence by taking a sip or two. We make some small talk about the day we’ve had, the cocktail menu, what a nice bar it is, the spring weather (of course), both of us trying to look each other in the eye and not at each other’s bodies. As the drinks run low, I decide to address the elephant in the room. “You’ve never been here before have you?” I ask, knowing your answer will be no. “Do you want to come up and see the view from my room?” You nod your head as you look away coyly, letting out a quiet “Yeah”.
I take you by the hand and lead you out of the bar towards the elevators. I hit the button and the door closes, taking us up and giving us a moment of privacy. You find your courage and press your body to mine, looking up at me. I can’t resist and give you a furtive kiss, closely followed by another, longer, and slower. My arms wrap themselves around you and hold you close, and just for a moment I forget where I am until the world literally stops and emits a ping as we reach our destination. Leading you by the hand again, we walk down the corridor to my room. I press the key card to the reader, and hold the door open for you, closely following you in. As soon as the door closes, you turn and wrap your arms around my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. We stand there for a moment, kissing slowly and passionately, bodies pressing together in mutual desire. As much as I don’t want to stop, I force myself to pull away from you and look you eye to eye. “I need to know you’re ready for this. Are you ok with what’s about to happen.” Discussing our plans for tonight online is one thing, but I need to know, now that you’re here in the moment, that you’re ready. You nod your approval and try to kiss me again, but I hold you away. “I need to hear you say it” I tell you, and you finally find your voice.
“I’m ready” you tell me.
“Ready for what?” I ask more sternly.
“I’m ready to become your sub, sir.”
I let those words hang in the air between us for a moment, before pulling you tight to me and kissing you, this time with more intensity and passion than before. My hands run all over your body, grabbing you through your clothes, holding you to me as with one hand as the other grabs your ass, slowly slides up your back, up your neck, to your hair, which I take a firm grip of and pull your face away from mine. “You’re gonna be the best girl for me, aren’t you?” You gasp from the dual sensations of the pain and the complete release of control to me. “You want to be my good girl don’t you?” I ask before you respond. At this question you practically melt in my arms. “Yes sir” you respond, desire burning in your eyes. I turn you around so that your back is to me, and with one hand on each of your shoulders, I push you through the room, passed the door to the en-suite, towards the wardrobe mirrors. The room is large for a hotel suite, with a big double bed in the centre, but you’re not really trying to take in the view, just trying to ignore the aching between your thighs.
You look in the mirror and see yourself, hair and clothes slightly less immaculate than you’d like, with me stood behind you, almost towering over you. I pull your jacket off your shoulders, slowly, letting it fall to the floor almost soundlessly. The soft light of the small lamps by the bed cast everything you see in the mirror in an almost golden glow. I reach up to the zip at your back, gently tugging it open and peeling your dress off your shoulders, down your body to your waist, and finally over your ass and down to the floor next to the jacket. With more roughness than you were expecting, I pull the straps of your bra down off your shoulders, pulling it down to your waist, exposing your breasts to me. Suddenly you feel powerless and vulnerable, but the fear quickly gives way to the sensations of watching my hands slide up your stomach to your breasts, grabbing you, exciting your nipples with a delicate touch, switching between roughly handling your body and teasing you gently, making you watch every moment of it. You find your breath catching in your throat as my right hand slides down your stomach, barely brushing over the top of your pants before moving up and away. Slowly my hand traces a circle on your skin, this time my fingertips finding a way under your pants, lingering for a tantalising moment over your perfectly shaven mound, the anticipation making the ache throb throughout your body, the hesitation almost too much, until finally my fingers push down and find your pussy. The slightest touch as my fingers glide over your clit is almost immediately overwhelming, and your legs almost buckle underneath you as you moan in relief.
You don’t even realise your eyes are closed until I tell you to open them and watch, and the view in the mirror turns you almost as much as my fingers exploring your wetness. With my left arm around your waist, holding you up and tight to my body behind you, my right hand is disappearing beneath your panties, slowly teasing you, your naked body so defenceless in my arms, yet so safe and secure at the same time. “God you’re so wet, I love it” I whisper in your ear as my fingers alternate between circling your clit and exploring the folds of your pussy, sending pulses of pleasure across every nerve in your body, always edging, but never quite sliding in you to meet the centre of your burning ache. Suddenly you realise you can feel something hard pressing into your ass, instinctively you press back onto it, arching your back to meet the hardness of my cock as it presses urgently against my trousers. Again I whisper in your ear, “You look so sexy, like a perfect little sub. I want you so badly, right now.” The mix of pleasure, powerlessness, and dirty whispers in your ear is almost too much for you, when you feel my hand pull away from your panties as I take a step back from you. You practically pout in response as I look you up and down. “Take your heels off, and slide those panties to the floor” I tell you, relishing the view as I like your wetness from one finger, then another. You look at me with pure bratiness in your eyes, and shake your head, “No.”
A jolt of shock flashes through you when you see the anger in my eyes. I grab one of your wrists, gripping it tight, and pull you towards me as I move towards the bed. You feel me forcing you into position, and before you realise it, you’re bent over my lap, head down, ass up, my left hard pressing on your back to hold you in position. “You don’t get to say no to me, do you understand?” I growl at you before bringing my right hand down hard across your ass. You cry out and try to fight being held down, kicking your legs as your soft skin turns a hot and angry shade of red. I spank you again, the slap of skin on skin cracking loudly, forcing another cry of pain and shock out of you, trying to wriggle free. I tell you to stop moving as my left hand grabs the hair on the back of your head, pulling it tight and making you arch your neck and spine backwards. You can feel my right hand gently caressing your ass, the soft sensations blending with the stinging of being spanked and having your hair pulled, and the breath-taking gratification of being dominated, pain and pleasure multiplying each other deliriously. “You’re my sub, my fuck doll, you don’t get to have control, and you don’t get to say no. Is that clear?” I ask you.
“Yes sir…” you mumble, almost lost in your thoughts. My hand comes down again, forcing you back to reality with a gasp, fighting your urge to move or resist my punishments.
“Answer me clearly, you little brat.” I tell you, before spanking you again for emphasis.
“Yes sir!” you call out, working to control your breathing as every nerve in your body tingles with sensation. You feel my hand roughly pulling your panties down off your ass and down your thighs.
“Are you going to be a naughty girl like that again?” I ask you, pulling your panties off of you completely and dropping them to the floor.
“No sir” you obediently reply, feeling more and more like a powerless slave to my desires. My hand lightly slaps your ass, almost playful compared to the others, but still sore from your spanking, large red handprints overlapping each other, almost as brands of ownership.
“There’s my good girl.” I say, my voice softer now. I release your hair and take your arms behind the small of your back, holding you across my lap still, naked and vulnerable as I trace my fingertips delicately up the inside of your thigh.
“You’re gonna be a good girl for me” I tell you, my hand gently brushing up the inside of one thigh, and down the other, leaving traces of electricity across your skin. Part of you wants to relax into the sweetness of the sensations, but you’re turned on to the point of aching, your pussy anxious to feel the touch of my fingers again. My fingers continue to trace up and down your thighs, each time passing tantalisingly closer to wetness, and again closer to your swollen clit, the frustration building, making you gasp in anticipated pleasure, each time denied. Then the touching changes, and you let out a long sigh as my fingertips finally find your wet pussy, and begin gently running up and down the folds of your sex. Slow, deliberate traces around your clit, down your aching slit, always teasing, hesitating, never slipping inside you. The urge to move your hips is almost too much, only beaten by the desire to be a good girl, and the fear that this pleasure will end too soon if you’re naughty again. You hear yourself mumble something without realising you’re saying anything, and I barely hear what you said. “What was that, sweetheart?” I ask.
“Fuck me sir” you moan, the urge to have me inside you starting to overwhelm. “Finger me sir, please…” I continue to tease you for a moment, admiring just how sexy you look across my lap, hair messed, ass red raw, horny and all mine.
“I’d love to baby girl, but after your little outburst, you’re going to have to earn it, ok?”
“Yes sir!” you reply almost immediately, desperate to satisfy the burning ache throbbing from between your thighs across your body.
I lift you off my lap and stand you up for a moment, before guiding you to lie down on the edge of the bed. You watch as I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, pulling my dick out, already hard and thick for you. Your eyes are practically glued to it in anticipation, watching my hand glide up and down the shaft. I lean closer to you lying on your back with your head turned to me, and hungrily take me in your mouth. The taste of me, the firmness of it and softness of the skin, the heat of my cock on your tongue, all feels so sexy, driving you to work harder to fit your mouth around me, take me down your throat, pleasure me. “Mm fuck, that feels good” I tell you, my breath almost catching in my chest, letting the sensations wash over me. With your eyes closed, lost in lust as you focus on making your master feel good, you’re startled for a moment when you feel my fingers on your mound. You shudder and moan as my fingers move down, brushing lightly over your clit, and one gently slips inside you. For just moment you stop sucking on my cock, relishing the feeling of my finger slowly sliding inside you, briefly searching for just the right spot, before sliding back out again, briefly quenching the ache. Remembering me, you redouble your efforts with your mouth, and begin using your hand to stroke my shaft at the same time. “Fuck yes baby that feels so good! You’re so good with your mouth” I tell you, sliding another finger inside you. Again the ache is satisfied, yet still wanting more. For one eternal moment we stay there, my beautiful sub working hard to suck her masters’ cock, simultaneously being rewarded with my fingers exploring your pussy. It’s not long though before we both need more. I pull my cock free from your eager mouth, and tell you stand for me again. I bring my fingers to my mouth, and taste your wetness on them as you watch, with something like a look of envy creeping into your eyes. I tell you to undress me, and you set about the task with an urgency, but also trying to relish the moment. You undo the buttons of my shirt one by one, revealing my chest and stomach, pulling off my broad shoulders and off my arms. You let the shirt fall to the floor as I kick my shoes off, and you begin to pull my trousers and boxers down, bending down to pull them off my feet, and you can’t help but take my cock in your mouth again as you bend past it. I let out a sigh at the feeling, but I have other plans in mind.
I pull you up, practically lifting you onto me as I sit down on the bed, and you straddle me. Face to face again, we kiss, with as much passion and intensity ass before, hands fully exploring each other’s bodies, grabbing at each other but holding on tight. You can feel the hard heat of my cock between your legs, and begin to gently grind against it. “You want me inside you?” I ask, feeling your wetness all over my cock already. You nod your consent, to focussed on moving your hips to reply properly. I place my hard around your neck, and make you focus on me properly. “You can ride my cock, but on one condition. You have to ride it hard, and cum for me only when I tell you. Is that clear?” Your hand is already reaching down to hold my cock to your hungry pussy.
“Yes sir!” You reply as you lower yourself onto me. You can’t help but gasp and breathe hard as you feel yourself stretching open to take me, riding my cock, lowering yourself further down each time, feeling me deeper inside you as we both feel waves of pleasure coursing through us. After all this tension, the ache you’ve been feeling deep within since the bar is finally, gloriously, relieved. It feels so good to have a cock inside you, to be made to be a useful slut like this, it’s exactly what you fantasised about. Keeping my hand on your neck, and starting to squeeze, I watch you as you alternate between grinding your hips back and forth, and riding up and down my cock, working your pussy, gently moaning and whimpering.
“God damn you look so sexy like that baby. Keep riding it, that feels so good.” I tell you. You can only moan in response, grinding harder against me, feeling a different kind of pressure building inside you, one you can’t ignore. “Are you ready to cum for me?” I ask, your body and breathing already betraying the truth. You nod, focussing on breathing hard with my hand around your neck. I begin to squeeze harder, almost choking you, making you feel light headed as blood fights to get to your head. “Not yet baby, don’t you dare cum for me yet.” You struggle to focus, the pleasure from your pussy and the lightheaded feelings threatening to overwhelm you as you keep your hips moving. “Don’t cum yet baby. Don’t be a greedy whore. You’re gonna be a good girl from me and cum only when I tell you, aren’t you?” Again, you can only nod, focussed as you are on holding back the pressure of a thousand fireworks within you, your ragged breathing making the task more difficult with each moment. “Do you want to be my best girl?” I ask, already sure of the answer. You nod vigorously, arms around my neck as if holding on to me for dear life, desperately waiting for me to give you permission. I squeeze your neck tight and hard, “Then cum for me my little slut. Cum all over my cock like a good girl. Cum now.” The words barely leave my mouth, and you gasp. I feel every muscle in your body tense and shudder. Your body explodes in orgasm, and for a moment you almost lose consciousness, holding me closely as you shake, my hand still on your neck. You let out a long groan of delirious satisfaction, and resume riding my cock, each thrust magnifying the orgasms sensations, making it last longer. Finally you slow down and stop, collapsing your head onto my shoulder as I release your neck and hold you, letting you come back down to earth and recover.
You take a moment to regain your breath, then look up and kiss me, gently at first, then with growing passion. The room smells of sex, but to us there is nothing beyond these four walls and this bed, just us. Without a word of command from me, rise up off of my lap, and sit yourself on your knees between my legs, and begin cleaning my cock with your mouth. I sit back on my elbows and watch you as you go over every inch, licking your cum off me. The blending of tastes on your tongue only makes you hornier, and you have a moment of realisation. You truly are a sub. Not just any sub, by my submissive little slut. As you finish cleaning my cock and begin stroking and sucking it for my pleasure, you realise this is exactly what you want. To be a sub, free of decisions and responsibility, living just to make your master happy. Watching me moan and gasp as you suck my cock makes you feel alive, feel sexy and desired, like a good girl. This is what you had been fantasising about all this time. Being a good submissive girl. Your mouth feels so good around my cock, your tongue swirling around me, but I can’t help but grabbing your head with one hand, and guiding you. My cock reaches the back of your throat, and you fight the urge to gag, choking slightly on your own saliva, but wanting to please me. You stop stroking with your hands and let me guide your mouth up and down, releasing control of yourself to me. Sensing this, I stand up over you, naked and on your knees, and with both hands on your head, fingers wrapped up in your hair, I begin face fucking you. I begin to get lost in my own world of pleasure, my cock twitching in your mouth as I groan and thrust my cock down your throat. “Is this what you wanted? To submit to me completely? Become my good little cock slut? Because *fuck* you’re good at it baby” I can see you’re not yet used to this, but it turns me on so much more that you’re trying so hard to please me, even as you gag and gasp for breath. You feel so good, but I want more, I want to take you, I want to fuck you properly and make you mine.
I let go of your head, giving you a moment to breathe deeply and wipe some drool you’re your chin. You look up at me with a flushed but happy smile on your face, making me smile back at you. I help you to stand, guiding you up onto the bed and sitting you down before pushing you onto your back. Automatically you spread your legs for me, your pussy still slick with wetness from your first orgasm, and I take a moment to absorb the image in front of me. “Goddamn you turn me on so much” I say as I stroke my cock, beholding the beauty in front of me. You almost go shy again, coyly smiling back, looking me up and down in the same moment, admiring the muscles of my figure, the thick cock in my hand, the devilish look in my eye. I can’t wait any more, climbing onto the bed and over you, the head of my cock finds your pussy and with one movement slides deep inside you. You gasp, before relaxing into the sensation of being filled completely by me, wrapping your legs around my waist, and your arms around my neck. Immediately as you do, I pull your hands down, pinning them to the bed above your head with one hand and enough strength to know you can’t wriggle free from this, not that you want to. I lean down, kissing and nibbling from your shoulder up your neck, holding you down until my face in just above yours, eye to eye as I gently work my cock deep inside you. “You’re all mine now” I say, barely a whisper, but still full of assertiveness, “My good girl, and I’m gonna fuck you just how you want it. No, deserve it” I kiss you, hard and intensely, before I start fucking you. With every thrust, I start pulling out more and thrusting deeper, with more and more force and speed, it doesn’t take long before you shaking and moaning loudly, thrusting your hips up to meet mine as we fuck. Our bodies work together in perfect unison, both of us sweating hard, both groaning in pleasure from the rough, raw, almost animal-like lust. I can feel your body shaking and your breathing getting more ragged and shallow, your twitching hips betraying your building orgasm. You feel my free hand sliding up your chest and around your neck, choking you hard as I put my weight into gripping you tight. “Now cum for me you little slut.” The words are too much, your body detonates in orgasm, your mind melting in overload, and you have no option but to succumb to the sensations overwhelming you, surrendering yourself to me utterly. I release your neck, unsure if you’re even still conscious, until you inhale a sharp gasp and let out a slow moan of complete contentment.
I roll off to one side and watch you return to earth again, taking a moment to look over your beautiful body, the rise and fall of your chest as you get your breath back, the occasional aftershock of orgasm making you twitch, the sweat making you glisten in the gentle light. I can see how flushed red your pussy is still, and the wet mess not just around it, but down your thighs too. I decide I want a taste. I position myself between your legs and spread them open, taking my time to breathe in the scent of your sex. You’re still coming down from your high when you feel you my tongue begin to slide up from your freshly fucked slit to your clit, tracing around it, and again, then again, before kissing your inner thighs and licking cum from them. Slowly my mouth makes its way back to your pussy, swirling between the folds of your labia, brushing over the hood of your clit and back down again. The taste is intoxicating, and I can’t help but stroke my cock as I hungrily lick you. You’ve suddenly regained full awareness, moaning and writhing on the bed, lifting your legs back and holding them open for me like a good girl. I love watching you give yourself to me like this, succumb to my whims, allowing me to do whatever I want to you, it makes me so hard. I have to fuck you again.
Without saying anything, I stand up and pull your hips towards the edge of the bed, flipping you over as I do. Instinctively you spread your feet apart and raise your ass up in the air, and I can barely control my urges as I slide myself deep inside your now sore but willing pussy. I grab you by the hips and begin fucking you, deeper than before, deeper than you can normally tolerate. But between being so turned on, and being so completely subservient in this moment, it feels painful in all the right ways. “It feels so good to be fucking you like this baby” I tell you between deep breaths, fresh sweat forming on my body. “I love using you for my own pleasures, making you my little cockslut.” I spank your ass for emphasis and you moan in response, gripping the bed with tight fists as the soreness of your well fucked hole vanishes, and is replaced by the inexorable tension of another orgasm.
“Fuck me sir!” you hear yourself cry out, “fuck me! I want to cum again! Please!” Your begging has the desired effect, and I start fucking you harder still, pounding you even, fast and deep, raw and sweaty.
“Is this what you want? To be fucked and used? Fuck! You feel so good!” I cry out, my cock rock hard inside you, stretching you and filing you over and over again, tension building within it. You’re too lost to your carnal instincts to reply, somehow aware I’m close, pushing back on me to feel it. “You want my cum baby? Want me to cum deep inside you?” You nod your approval, but it’s not enough. I grab your hair, yanking your head back, and making you cry out in pain and pleasure. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“Cum sir! I need to feel your cum inside me! Please cum!” You scream as another orgasm shatters and courses through your body, making you quiver and your pussy convulse around my thrusting cock. At last, the sensations overwhelm me, and I can’t hold back a roar as I cum. I hold you tight to me as my cock pumps cum inside you, each thrust and twitch filling you. As our dual orgasms begin to subside, we both manage to fall onto the bed next to each other, panting and deliriously exhausted. I just about manage to reach up and grab a couple of pillows, but instead you lay your head on my chest, wrapping your arms around me. I pull the covers over you and hold you close to me in response, kissing your head gently. You look up and to me, reaching forward to kiss me ever so sweetly.
“Thank you sir” you murmur, lazily closing your eyes and snuggling up to my chest again.
“No thank you sweetheart.” I reply, fighting back the sleepiness trying to take up both over. “You’re such a good girl for me. Such a good girl.”
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