My Night to Remember
The following is, to the best of my recollection, one of my most memorable nights. Hope you enjoy reading about it as much as he enjoyed me! ;)
I can’t believe how long of a week it has been! It started off like any other week with a normal work day on Monday. I go into the office, walk out of the elevator, say hi to the creepy guy who stands there waiting for me every week, I pass by the kitchen with the old ladies gossiping about the latest TV show, and into my seat in my cubicle. I do not hate my job but it can be super stressful! Monday was not too bad, but Tuesday is when my week got really terrible!
You see my job is one of those where it can be boring as crap, or stressful as fuck! This week, as it turns out, was streasful as fuck. I work in sales and my job is to do all the prep work on the sales presentations for my boss, who is a jerk, as well as to be the “pretty young lady” with the low cut top and short skirt. I don’t mind my boss objectifying me to the clients like he does, i mean i do rock a set high heels in a skirt!!! But what really annoys me is the long hours and no personal life. I have not had a date in over 6 months and im DYING to sit across from a handsome young man and tell me what a beautiful young woman i am.
So on Tuesday we had to meet a new client in the evening for dinner which means i need to show up early in the morning to prepare the presentation and material. My boss typically has me re-do everything twice and this time was no different. By dinner time i was exhausted and had to change into my “sales clothes”. This consists of a short black skirt with light grey pinstripes that hugs my ass so tightly I have to wear a thong. I usually compliment it with white loose blouse where i unbutton the top buttons. Just enough so that anyone taller than me – 5 ft 5 inches – can see all by boobs, bra, and stomach when they look down. This is usually by design as I am SUPER proud of my perky c-cup tits! (Thank you gym membership!).
When we got to the restaurant there was a group of businessmen and women around a table and we did our pitch. I won’t go into the details but we kicked ass and everyone was happy. Between the numerous rounds of drinks and food there was one person who grabbed my attention. He introduced himself as Mr. Johnson, which I remembered because everyone else introduced themselves by their first name; who calls themselves that?!? Little did I know at the time I would later regret questioning him on that point.
Mr. Johnaon was taller than average, athletic build, broad shoulders that made his suit look amazing on him. He had dark hair and eyes to match. The one thing I remember the most was his dominating personality. When he shook my hand he smiled warmly but you could tell his eyes were undressing me as they looked down my blouse. I turned red looked away but he gently but firmly touched my chin and turned it back towards him saying “never be ashamed of your beauty.” I remember that bringing butterflies to my stomach as he turned away and kept talking to my boss.
The rest of the evening went as well as to be expected as i was glad to go home and pass out in my bed with my clothes still on.
The rest of the week only got worse as i went from meeting to dinner to meeting to sleep until friday after lunch when I basically walked out of the office refusing to come back until monday morning.
I went home and took a nap so i could be rested from the week of sleepless nights. I also texted a few friends to see if they wanted to grab some happy hour drinks and of course no one was available…arg!
I told myself “You are a big girl! Put on that pair of red sexy thong and bra and slut it up girl!”
So thats exactly what i did! I took the office slut approach amd grabbed the “sales outfit” from tuesday with the tight black skirt and loose white top and put it over my sexiest lace red thong and matching see-thru bra. I looked myself in the mirror and thought “fuck girl! I look so good i might just stay home and have sex with myself!!” But the thought of drinks, company, and possibly and handsome man, made me grab my phone and dash out the door.
I arrive at the bar hungry and thirsty for a drink of something strong enough to make my inhibitions go into a 3 day vacation.
I sit down at the bar at the end next to an empty stool and order a glass of wine to start as I ask the bartender for the food menu.
I see out of the corner of my the guy two stools over slides over next to me and says “it’s good to see you again!”
I look over and find to my horror the business man from Tuesday night, Mr. Johnson.
The evening flashes back in my memory and how his compliment of my perky breasts left me in butterflies the whole night.
“You know the last time I saw you, you were in these same clothes, and i’m glad we ran into each other again!” He replies as he leans over to give me a hug.
“Thanks Mr. Johnson, I had another meeting earlier and decided to go out for dinner and drinks.” I reply lying so he doesnt know i chose this outfit with intent.
He laughs a little seeing through my lie as my cheeks turn a little red with embarrassment.
“Regardless, I do love this outfit on you” he says smiling as he places his hand firmly on my shoulder.
“What brings you out this late Mr. Johnson?” I ask as i look him in the eyes for the first time.
“Oh, just a long week and i’m looking to relieve a little stress tonight. Are you eating dinner? Do you mind if I join you?” He asks as he motions for another menu from the bartender “and another whisky for me please” he adds.
I won’t bore you with the small talk but we eat dinner and I truly enjoyed his company. It was the first time in months i had gotten a chance to talk, flirt, and be myself. I felt so comfortable with him and his domineering nature complimented by my shy and reserved personality. He would flirt with me telling me how beautiful I look and then follow it up with a cocky comment about how small and delicate i am, implying how easily he could spin me around and throw me over his shoulder, which really pissed me off.
“So can I ask you a question?” He says as he takes the last sip of his whisky after we finish eating.
“Sure, as long as i can ask you one too!” I respond with a sly smile
“You have the most amazing perky tits i have seen in anyone! And you obviously like to show them off as your blouse is practically unbuttoned” he said as I shifted awkwardly in my seat and closed the top of my blouse together in embarrassment.
“Oh don’t close it little girl, keep it open, I inist!” He complimented.
His voice was so demanding and forceful i found myself obeying without hesitation.
He leaned in close and whispered in my ear with his hand on my knee boldly asking “do you enjoy showing off your slutty body?”
“I….uh ….don’t…maybe?” I stutter surprised at how bold and filthy he talked.
“Answer me, now” He responded a little more forcefully
“Yes” I sheepishly respond while looking down. I’ve always had a submissive streak and I always obey dominant men, especially ones like Mr. Johnson who look sexy in a suit and have that forceful but gentle nature.
“Why do you insist on being called Mr. Johnson? Like iis it a title, instead of by your first name?” I ask boldly.
“Haha” he bellows out loud, then leans in and whispers “I’m not sure you are ready to hear that answer baby girl”
I think about my response for a minute knowing my next words could get me into trouble. I think about the long stressful week and how ive had butterflies in my stomach for the past hour while we were eating. I think about how i haven’t had sex in 6 months and how the stress from my job is so high i need to feel it pounded out of me for hours on end. I think about how i have not orgasmed in weeks and i know if i go home alone tonight i would regret it tomorrow.
I take a deep breath. “What if I insist on hearing that answer?” I say bravely.
My heart throbs as the words escape my lips, the butterflies increase as my stomach starts to feel scared at his next words.
He pauses for a second looking at me with his deep dark eyes. He motions to the bartender for another whisky turns back to me pondering what he should say next. He looks me up and down, down my shoulders and breasts, from his angle he can see my red lace see thru bra, perky tits, and flat stomach. He looks down my skirt to my bare legs crossed delicately with my foot tapping my heel nervously.
His drink arrives and he takes a sip. “I’ll explain the answer to that if you do two things. The second is for you to finish another drink with me.” As he motions for another glass of wine, my third, expecting my submissive and obedient response.
“And the first?” I ask inquisitively
He slides over the glass of newly poured wine and leans in to whisper, “go to the bathroom, take off your thong and bra, slide them in my pocket, and finish this glass of wine with me.” He ends it with a smile and a wink.
I take a sip of wine to gather the bravery to complete my task and stand up. After two full glasses of wine in such a short time, combined with the excitement of what im about to do makes my legs weak. I grab his shoulder for balance as I slide the stool back in as i walk to bathroom giving him a wink as i walk past.
As i close the stall door behind me i look at the small mirror on the back of the door. “You can do this!” I say out loud to myself. I reach under my skirt and pull down my thong down my legs and over my heels. I then pull my loose blouse over my head and quickly unbutton my bra in one smooth motion. I turn to the mirror again and look myself over as i stand there topless in short skirt and high heels.
The cold air reaches my nipples as they hardened and goosebumps start to form, less so from the air temperature and more so from the excitement of the moment. I pull my blouse over my head slipping it easily over my bare chest and tuck it back into my tight skirt.
I look at myself in the mirror with my hard nipples showing through the white top and think “girl do you look like a slut!” I smile at the thought and ball up my thong and bra as tightly as i can so as not to be TOO obvious and with one last deep breath i walk back to the bar.
With every step i take the blouse rubs against my bare chest and i can feel everyone’s eyes on me as i walk out of the bathroom with a bra and thong balled up in my hand. I get back to my seat, walk up behind Mr. Johnson and slide my underwear in his suit pocket.
He takes my hand as i pulling it out pulls me closer kissing me on my cheek saying “theres my good little slut! Are you ready to finish your drink?”
I nod my head and sit down on the stool facing him with my legs crossed.
He turns towards me and smiles as i see his eyes start to lower looking down my blouse. Before he could only get a glimpse of my breasts but without my bra he could see my entire bare chest. With every breath I took the fabric of the blouse would move just enough to rub my nipples sending little shivers down my stomach. I start to feel the excitement of him looking at my naked tits and I squeeze my legs together nervously.
He takes his hands and firmly rests it on my bare thigh pushing my skirt up another inch. The grip of his hands on me makes me feel even more excited as I grab my glass of wine and take another sip. The alcohol is starting to get to me now as i know that the more I drink the less my inhibitions will stop me from doing what my groin desires.
“Have you ever had whisky?” Mr. Johnson asks handing me his drink
“A little, its not my favorite because it stings my throat.” I say as i take a sip. The moment the liquid hits my lips i feel slide down the back of my tongue and burns my throat. I shiver a little as it hits my stomach and i feel the rush of alcohol hit my system.
Mr. Johnson reaches inside his pocket and pulls put my thong looking over the red lace in his fingers. “You dressed for intent tonight didn’t you?” He asks nonchalantly.
I nod my head a little and look down.
Mr. Johnson leans in and whispers in my ear sharply “Slut, you will answer me out loud when i ask you a question do you understand me?”
His hand grips my leg a little tighter as he whispers and i can feel my pussy start to get wet with when he calls me “slut”.
“Yes i did” i say with a smile following his instructions.
“Yes sir, Mr. Johnson” he corrects me as his hand slides far up my skirt pushing my legs apart.
I breath in sharply at the feeling of his strong hands against the inside of my leg.
“Yes Sir, Mr. Johnson” I beg.
I grab the glass of wine and take a big gulp as he slowly pulls his hand out of skirt, past my knee, and rests it on my shoulder. I look at him with my big eyes helpless in his presence, begging him to tell me what to do next.
Mr. Johnson takes another sip of his whisky and looks around the bar trying to see if anyone is watching us. Satisfied that we are not the center of anyone’s attention he looks into my eyes, then down my blouse to my tits and asks “how long has it been since you have been helpless and used for another mans pleasure?”
“Too long” i reply as I glance down at his suit pants for the first time. I see the outline of his cick start to grow as the sexual tension increases between us and I unconsciously lick my lips.
Mr. Johnson, ever the observant one, chuckles and says with a cocky smile, “don’t worry little one, we will get to that later. Have you ever been tied up?” He asks changing the subject.
“Yes, once, i enjoyed it a little, but….” I trail off.
“But, what?” He prods me to continue as he traces my arms and shoulders with the finger tips of his right hand.
“But, I…I Needed more. It was too short and i need someone to take charge.” I say looking him in the eye hoping he will be the one to push me into submission.
“Well then, take your hand and rub my cock over my pants.” He instructs.
I stop and look around the bar at the other people and stammer at this request. “I…I…”
“Haha, its ok, I do not expect you to be so bold on your first night. I just wanted to see how you would react. I do not think you are ready yet” He says handing my glass of wine.
I take a sip and as alcohol hits my system slowly reach my hand forward and rest it on top of his suit pants. I can feel the shaft of his cock as I press on it measuring how hard he is and I then move my fingers tracing his thickness. He is slightly bigger than my previous boyfriend, who was the largest i have had, so i know he will need to stretch my pussy out before getting all the way inside me.
I think more about him inside me and that feeling of being filled up with a hard cock. My pussy is getting wetter and I can feel my clit started to throb. I snap out of my trance as someone walks past as i look back up at Mr. Johnson.
He is sitting there whisky in hand looking down at me with a smile and when our eyes meet he whispers “that’s a good little pet.”
“It is friday night, what are you doing tomorrow?” He asks.
“Nothing planned yet” I respond.
Mr. Johnsons eyes light in anger at my response as he leans in close and shoves his hand up my skirt disregarding whomever was watching. His fingers find my clit as he presses on it gently, which sends electric shocks throughout my body as I freeze helplessly in pleasure.
“Excuse me?!?” He growls
“Nothing planned yet, Mr. Johnson” I respond obediently.
As he growls into my ear, “If you ever disregard my one rule again you will regret it, do you understand?” While he takes his other hand and pinches my nipple.
The combination of pleasure from my clit being rubbed and the shock from my nipple being pinched in public makes me audibly moan as I start to melt into my stool.
He pulls both hands away quickly as he wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me up to help me steady myself.
“Now you are ready” Mr. Johnson responds and he motions to the bartender for the bill. When he arrives Mr. Johnson asks to purchase the remaining bottle of half drunk whisky saying “we will need this later.”
Aa he is getting our bill i finish off the last of my wine saying to myself “i will need every bit of this to help me get through this night…what the fuck am i getting myself into?”
“Ready?” He asks sweetly as he turns towards me
“Yes sir I am Mr. Johnson” I carefully reply as I take his hand. “Can I ask where you are taking me?”
“Back to my place of course. I live just around the corner.”
As we walk down the street hand in hand everyone assumes we have been lovers for years. He talks to me sweetly, holds doors open, helps me walk when i stumble. In public he is the perfect gentleman and no one would he only moments ago had his hand shoved my skirt rubbing my clit as he pinched my nipple.
As the night his me my nipples grow harder as it becomes more obvious to anyone looking i do not have a bra on. The cold air spreads up my legs as it hits the dampness of my pussy.
We turn the corner and reach the bottom of a building with condominiums on top. The door woman opens the door instantly when she sees the man whom i am about submit to for the next 24 hours.
“Good evening Mr. Johnson, welcome back
Sir” the door woman says as she holds open the door for him. She gives him a knowing smile and a wink as she sees me walking up with Mr. Johnson holding a half full bottle of whisky.
“Thank you!” Mr. Johnson responds and leans over to whisper something in her ear as he walks by and gently slaps her on the ass.
“Thank you Mr. Johnson, I will be looking forward to it.” She says as i see her blush.
He looks down at me and guides me inside as i look him in the eye not daring to question the exchange.
We walk to the side of the lobby as he guides me to a small private elevator behind a small locked door. As Mr. Johnson opens the door the elevator is there waiting for us to which we both step inside.
The elevator is small, but plenty big enough for two people. The doors close behind us and i turn around to look through one of the glass walls that overlooks the street. We start to fly into the air after he presses the button labeled “Executive Suit.”
Mr. Johnson turns toward me and smiles and casually asks “do you wish to have an orgasm tonight?”
“Yes Mr. Johnson I hope to!” I eagerly respond.
“Well this elevator ride takes exactly 1 min and 35 seconds to reach the top floor and if you want to cum tonight you must prove to me you deserve it by sucking my cock. You must make me cum before we reach the top floor. Its now been 5 seconds since the doors closed, you better hurry up my beautiful slut.” Mr. Johnson says, while looking at me as he unzips his pants.
I instantly drop to my knees and reach inside to pull out his hard cock. “Holy shit! Its massive” I think to myself “there is no way I can make him cum in a minute and a half.”
“You better hurry time’s ticking if you want to have an orgasm tonight.” Mr. Johnson says with a smile
I open my mouth as wide as i can and start to suck his cock vigorously. I focus on the head of his cock and lick all the way around it. I take my hands and stroke his shaft as I think about my stressful week and the orgasm that i will hopefully win tonight. I open wider as my head starts to bob faster on his cock as the elevator starts to speed up as it rises.
“Don’t focus on the people looking into the elevator, they can’t help you.” Mr. Johnson says “the only thing that can help you get an orgasm is to make me cum before we reach the top floor.”
I suck faster and his cock stretches my mouth wider as my life existence is to make his cock cum. I gag when it reaches the back of my throat.
Mr. Johnson looks down at me, skirt hiked up, heels fallen off, blouse half open with my tits already hanging out as i am begging to make him cum. “I HAVE to make him cum” i think to myself as I absolutely NEED an orgasm tonight.
“Here this may help you” Mr. Johnson says as he unscrews the cap from the whisky bottle in his hand. I look up and open my mouth as he pours a shot down my throat. The instant the whisky hits my mouth it starts to burn as I eagerly swallow all of it in one gulp knowing once the alcohol hits my stomach the remainder of whatever inhibitions i had will be gone and i will then be his obedient sexy woman.
For good measure he pours a little more whisky on his cock as it splashes down my chest over my perky tits covering my nipples.
I devour his cock and suck it vigorously and with my gag reflex as gone as my blouse, i deep throat him over and over as I beg him to cum in my mouth. As I sit there topless in an open glass elevator as it rides up to the top floor, I look down and see the faint outline of the door woman looking up waving at Mr. Johnson.
“Fuck, you are good at this” Mr. Johnson moans “time is almost up, we are starting to slow down”
As we slow down i speed up and i start to stroke his shaft with my fingers as my mouth moves up and down on his cock.
“There you go my little slut, now you are getting the hang of it!” Mr. Johnson says “suck that cock!”
The elevator dings as we reach the top floor and the doors start to open. I speed up even more begging him to cum.
“Please Mr. Johnson, cum in your naughty sluts mouth!” I plead in between my strokes.
The doors open and i feel dejected at thought of being teased all night without the possibility of having an orgasm. I look at myself in the reflection of the glass and a wet mess. My hair is all messed up, my blouse has come off my shoulders with the top buttons are undone with my breasts out dripping with whisky, and my skirt gas essentially turned into a belt exposing my naked ass and pussy.
I look up at him pleading for a second chance. “Mr. Johnson….sir….im sorry…can I please…?”
“Haha its ok baby girl. No one has ever completed that task on their first night.” He responds. “Come on, let me show you around, and don’t worry you will get another chance to earn that orgasm.”
He tucks his cock back into his pants and reaches down stretching out his hand. I grab it to pull myself to my feet as the alcohol and the cock in my mouth made me dizzy. I grab my shoes which had long since fallen off, pull my skirt over my ass and pull my blouse back on my shoulders to bring some semblance to my appearance.
I follow him into his apartment and I could probably spend the entire rest of this story describing how nice it was, but suffice it to say it was right out of a real estate magazine; the perfect example of a high end top floor apartment.
He walks into the main room and shows me around as i stand there in silence shocked at how big and expensive everything is.
He walks past the kitchen and into the master bedroom “this is where we will be spending the next few hours” he said with a smile.
He walks me over to the king sized bed which i sit on the edge and watch as he takes off his suit jacket, dress shirt, shoes, and places the whisky bottle on the nightstand.
He walks toward me with his bare muscled chest and suit pants. “Now where were we? Ah yes, you needing to earn that orgasm!”
“Please Mr. Johnson” i beg “i promise if you give me another chance i will do exactly what you say without question. Ive had a long week and im stressed and I just need to….”
He interrupts me by kissing me on my lips passionately. I melt back onto the bed as he follows on top of me. I run my hands around his back as he runs his fingers up my leg to my stomach, and squeezing my breasts.
I pull my blouse over my head exposing my breasts as he kisses each one tasting the whisky he poured on earlier. He kisses my nipples and expertly moves each one around with his tongue as his hand reaches down to pull my skirt off. He runs his hands back up to my feet while still kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples until he reaches my clit.
At the first touch of my clit I jolt and moan in pleasure. The alcohol in my system enhancing the tingling in my body while i close my eyes at let Mr. Johnson explore my naked body. I crawl up to the head of his bed smiling at the pleasure and warmth Mr. Johnson is bringing me.
He kisses my lips again as i look into his eyes. “Thank you Mr. Johnson, i really need this.”
“I know what you really need” he replies as he rubs my clit again. “I know what you are begging me to do” he continues as he kisses down my neck. “I know what you will do ANYTHING for me to do to you.” He says as he slides his finger inside me.
I moan in pleasure at being penetrated for the first time in ages. “Please…” escapes my lips.
“Are you a good little slut?” Mr. Johnson asks as he continues to rub my clit.
“Yes sir” I moan in return.
“Good, now do as I say if you want to earn this orgasm tonight.” He says looking down on me as he pulls his finger out and reaches under the head of the bed.
I look up to find him pulling out leather straps. “If you want to earn your orgasm you must tie yourself to this bed and allow me to fuck you all night.” Mr. Johnson says looking at me.
“I…uh….I don’t know.” I studder in return
“Do you want that orgasm?”
“Yes” i nod
“Yes sir! Mr. Johnson!” He corrects me “and that mistake alone will increase your debt! Here, take a drink and put these straps on. The quicker we get started the faster we can get to your orgasm.” He hands me the whisky bottle and unscrews the cap.
I take it obediently and then take a swig as it tingles down my throat. I take a look at the black leather straps, stretching out from the corners of the top of the bed, and I run my fingers over its cold black leather. My naked body starts to tingle with excitement. I take a deep breath and take a second swing thinking to myself numbness is my friend.
He takes the bottle from me taking the last drink for himself. Then he gently takes my right hand and wraps the black leather strap around it tightening as I wince in surprise. The butterflies continue to rise up my stomach as my breath quickens with nervousness.
I lay back as he takes my left wrist and does the same pulling both tight. I’m now laying naked on my back arms stretched above my head tied in leather straps. I try to pull on them but they wont budge and it only puts tension on the straps holding my wrists.
Mr. Johnson walks over the other side of the room and pulls his pants and boxers off exposing his hard cock which springs out. He then walks back over to me bending down to kiss me on my lips. “Thank you for submitting, I promise, you will enjoy this. The safeword is BUTTERCUP.”
Mr. Johnson then starts kissing down my neck slowly as he runs his hands down my legs. He then kisses the center of my chest between my breasts which are fully exposed to him. He guides his hands up the side of my waste to my stomach as he kisses my right breast and finally my nipple. When his tongue reaches my nipppe my body jolts in pleasure as my arms instinctually pull down wanting to touch him, but the leather straps prevent me and only add to the sensation.
Mr. Johnsons hands are all over me as he kisses my breasts. I moan in pleasure begging for more as he starts to kiss down my stomach while his hands remain on my breasts gently twisting my nipples with his fingers. He kisses past my belly button as my breath quickens and when his kisses reach my waist I’m breathing so fast i could be running a marathon. The feeling of helplessness as he slowly pleasures my body is more than I have ever experienced.
He kisses along my waist just above my begging pussy to my right leg which twitches and earglerly moves open for him. He starts kissing the inside of my leg where it meets my pussy and i instantly moan again pulling harder on the straps holding my hands stretched out above my head. I push down on my legs to try and move my pussy into the path of his tongue as I moan in pleasure.
“Mr. Johnson, Please..please…please sir”
“No, no, no my little slut. Not yet. You haven’t earned that yet. Im still taking my time with you!” He responds.
He kissed down the inside of my right leg as I groan in disappointment. His hands have moved down away from my breasts and are now on both sides of my hips guiding me where he wishes. He starts to kiss back up my right leg as my breath quickens in anticipation of him finally licking my throbbing clit. His lips come ever so close to my pussy and brush past it to start the same torture down my left leg. Starting at the top inside part where it meets my pussy and continuing down to just above my knee.
“Have you been a good girl?” Mr. Johnson asks
“Yes i have” i moan in response begging him to lick my pussy.
“Yes…what?” Mr. Johnson quickly responds back as he pinches my left nipple with his fingers.
The shock instantly travels throughout my body as I obediently respond with the words he is training me to use “Yes Sir, Mr. Johnson.”
“That IS better but I don’t think you have been so good tonight.” Mr. Johnson continues as he slowly starts to kiss up my left leg towards my soaking pussy. “You continue to fail to call me by my name.”
“Im sorry Sir” i moan
“And you also failed to make me cum in the elevator. I can tell you are so horny that you may orgasm when i lick your clit, isn’t that true? Why should I continue kissing up your leg?”
“Sir, please, i need to feel your tongue on my pussy. I need to feel my clit being licked by you. I promise I won’t cum until you allow it. I’m a good girl!” I plead
“You are a good what?” He corrects me
“I am a good slut for you Mr. Johnson”
And at that instant he takes his tongue and licks from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit as I scream out in pleasure and my hands pull tight on the leather straps.
He continues to slowly lick all the way from the bottom of pussy up my clit then expertly moving it around with his tongue inside my mouth. I trash my body on the straps as my eyes close at the pleasure overloading my senses. My breath quickens at every second he spends licking my aching clit and my hips move in rhythmic motion with his mouth.
The pressure builds up inside me as i open my eyes and look down at him past my breasts, erect nipples and stomach. My eyes me him as my moans tell him im getting close.
“No, no, no! No cumming just yet. Hold it back!” Mr. Johnson pauses a second to say then continues to lick my pussy and clit.
I use every bit of energy to hold back my orgasm knowing that my body and my pleasure are at his mercy. Mr. Johnson sees how close I am to cumming and pauses the pleasuress torture of my clit to laugh at my desperation.
“You are fun! Lets see how long you can hold back that orgasm.”
He pulls himself to his knees and opens my legs guiding his hard cock to the entrance of my wet pussy. I pull on the straps as hard as i can as i try and impale my pussy on his cock, only to have the leather straps dig deeper into my wrists.
I know as soon as he penetrates me my orgasm will flush over my body but i by this point I am so desperate to cum i do not care if I disobey his instructions to hold it back. My body is focused on one thing right now and that to release the months of stress built up in my body on Mr. Johnsons cock.
He rubs the tip of his cock on the opening of my pussy as i plead him to enter me. “Now don’t you dare cum” he warns.
“I promise sir, I won’t” I lie.
Mr. Johnson finally looks me in my eyes, smiles, and slowly but forcefully slides his cock inside me. The size of his massive cock as it stretches me apart and feeling of being penetrated sends me over the edge as I willingly give in to the orgasm. My body flushes with pleasure, my arms pull tight on the leather straps, my pussy squeezes shut on his big cock, and i scream out in pleasure.
Mr. Johnson noticing my disobedience instantly pulls out of me as my orgasm subsided. “You naughtly little slut!” He growls. “I specifically told you NOT cum and you lied to me!”
“Mr. Johnson sir…im sorry..” i plead knowing how much i just fucked up.
“Now that i know how easily you do orgasm i think I know to punish you!” He says with a smile. “Since you were so desperate to orgasm now i will let you orgasm a second time as fuck you.”
“Thank you sir!!!” I eagerly respond thinking that is not really a punishment at all.
“The catch is that I will not stop fucking you after your second orgasm, or your third, or any other past that.” Mr. Johnson says with a smile “are you ready to begin?”
I take a deep breath as the tingles from my first orgasm start to fade away and the thought of endless orgasms approaching on the horizon enter my mind. I look at Mr. Johnson in his eyes as he kneels over my naked tied up body with his cock in hand ready to penetrate me for a second time. Knowing I have a safeword eases my comfort slightly but knowing I would never use it makes me tingle with excitement at what is to come.
I nod at Mr. Johnson and he guides his cock into me a second time. I tense up in pleasure as the feeling of being filled up returns. He grabs my hips and pushes his hard cock deeper into me as my arms pull on the straps. I close my eyes and tune out the moans escaping my lips as I concentrate on the feeling of his cock inside me.
“Damn you have tight pussy!” Mr. Johnson comments “I will enjoy this just as much as you will!”
“Fuck me Mr. Johnson, i need it, fuck me hard” i hear my self say almost instictually
He obliges and speeds up his strokes. Every time pushing in deeper and deeper until his balls are slapping against me. With every stroke my moans get louder as the pleasure builds. I give up trying to hold them back as my body jolts against every stroke of his cock inside me. I feel the pressure building inside me as he fucks me harder and harder.
“Yes…yes…yes…more..” my sub conscience says out loud “Im sooo close!”
Mr. Johnson knowing how close i am to my second orgasm reaches down and starts to rub my clit with his right thumb as he fucks my tight pussy over and over. I pull on the straps every time he rubs my clit. Soon it is too much and I give way to my second orgasm. Mr. Johnson feels my pussy tighten on him as my body tenses up and then relaxes as the wave passes.
I open my eyes for the first time since he started and see him holding on to my hips pulling my pussy onto his cock which is buried deep inside me. I smile at him and mouth “thank you” because i am unable to speak as the residual pleasure waves pulse through my body.
“This is only the beginning! Hold on tight!” Mr. Johnson says as he pulls out and resumes fucking me.
My eyes instantly shut as the feeling of being impaled returns and i hear the moaning and begging for more return. I pull harder on the straps as my mind and body succumb to the waves of pleasure pounding in to me. I willingly give in and become Mr. Johnsons fucktoy. In that moment I exist to please his cock. Another orgasm hits me and Mr. Johnson doesn’t pause this time, he only fucks me harder as I lose control of the remainder of my inhibitions. I lay back and allow him to fuck me over and over.
Orgasm after orgasm pass through my body and my mind has lost track of the time. I only know that at some point Mr. Johnson loosened the straps to flip me over on my stomach. He pulls my ass into the air and i look back at him and smile. “Keep going” I encourage him knowing he has to cum soon.
He looks at me and says “you truly are one of a kind!” And resumes to use my body as his personal fucktoy, while i burry my head in the pillow and moan as the intense pleasure and orgasms resume.
I feel him getting close as his moans increase and his cock is pounding my pussying with deep hard strokes. His massive cock stretches me open with every thrust and with him behind me i can feel him pushing the head of his cock deep inside me. He reaches down around my hips to rub my clit as the sensation of being fucked from behind and having clit rubbed sends me screaming into another orgasm. I gather all my energy and look back at him to say “cum inside me, i want to feel you!”
He obliges and with one last powerful thrust explodes inside me as my body goes limp.
Mr. Johnson pulls his cock out of me slowly and walks to the front of the bed and gently unbuckles my wrists as i pull my arms to my side for the first time in what feels like hours. He kisses me passionately on the lips and says “that why is you call me Mr.”
I can tell you about how i passed out in his bed for the night and awoke to coffee and breakfast – it was delicious by the way. I could also tell you about how sore I was trying to get dressed and walk down the hall to the elevator to the car Mr. Johnson hired for me. But all that is unimportant, what is noteworthy is when i reached the bottom of the building the next morning to get into the car. The door lady jumped up to hold it open for me and I slowly walked (or rather limped) down the hall giving her a smile and courteous thank you.
She looked me in the eye and smiling said “I hope you enjoyed your stay with Mr. Johnson. Can we expect to see you again soon?”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c4bq31/m4f_my_night_to_remember