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Sunday
Jonas
I wake up to the sun’s rays peeking through the thick hotel shades. It is early, and Sabrina is beside me, stirring, but still asleep as far as I can tell. My mind goes to last night. The intensity of the sex was beyond anything I’d ever experienced; or thought possible. My body is a little sore and achy from using muscles I don’t typically use.
When she opens her eyes, I try to hide that I’ve been adoring her while she slept. “Good morning,” she says, her voice cracking from dryness. Her lips curve into a smile, and strands of her thick, wavy black hair have fallen over her face.
“Good morning,” I say back.
We share a moment of gazing into each other’s eyes, feeling the authentic connection we’ve forged this weekend. Then, her face straightens, and her eyes return to the lusty look I’ve grown to appreciate. Except it looks a little different. It takes me a moment to realize that she’s morphing into her dominant self. My heartbeat quickens in an instant.
“You. You dirty, disgusting fuckboy.” Her stare and her movements like that of a panther, she climbs across the bed and on top of me. She looks down at me, the ends of her hair tickling my shoulders. “You stuck your giant cock in my ass last night,” she sounds disgusted, outraged. “And you liked it.”
Slowly, deliberately, she leans down and licks the side of my face. Her warm tongue catches the stubble all along my cheek, making a scratching sound. “Today. You’re. Mine.”
I inhale deeply and fill with excitement. “Anything you want,” I say, surrendering my body to her.
She squints, “You’re goddamn right anything I want.” Sabrina bows her head for a moment, in thought. Looking back up, she orders, “Don’t move. Don’t you dare touch that growing cock until I say you can.”
Gracefully, she dismounts me and tiptoes to the bathroom. I admire her plump ass bouncing under her black parties. She has no top, allowing her round tits to breath. By the time she closes the bathroom door, my shaft is full and pulsing. I try to obey her command.
My tent pole has risen under the white sheet when she comes out. She examines me, looking skeptical as she climbs up the bed, straddling my torso between her delicious caramel thighs. “You’re going to start to make it up to me.” She tucks herself into me, lips at ear lobe. “However. I. Want.” Goosebumps flash over my whole body.
She looks thoughtful for an extended moment, her gaze wandering around the room. Then she looks down, knowingly. She scoffs, disgustedly, “Another day of lame ass meetings.”
“At least it’s a half day,” I chime in, forgetting that I’m her pet today and shouldn’t be speaking without permission.
Her look down at me is deliberate and domineering. She takes my cheeks between her thumb and fingers, making my lips pucker like a fish. It feels humiliating. My cock swells another few centimeters.
“You shut your goddamn mouth,” she ordered. “This mouth of yours is far too bold. I think this mouth needs to learn its lesson.”
She begins to shimmy up my body, her black, heady panties approaching my puckered lips. With a swift motion, she lifts her body and somehow removes her only remaining layer of clothing. “This dirty mouth is going to be my bitch until I come on it.”
Again, jolts of electricity shoot through my veins. I am quickly learning that I enjoy being her subject. Sabrina brings her warm, glistening pussy lips to my mouth that she continues to pucker. “How’s this fuckboy? Do you have anything else to say?”
“MmMm,” I hum through my puckered, labia-laden lips. I try to shake my head, but she has me viced between her strong, thick thighs. She releases my fish face, and grabs hold of the top of the headboard with both hands. Her grinding and thrusting into my face is not subtle or gentle. Her essence has nearly covered me from ear to ear, and she is just getting started.
Her breathing deepens, and she leans her head back, displaying her enjoyment of riding my face. “Aww yeah, that’s right,” she moans. “Show your boss how you eat pussy.” I feel her clit expand with arousal, the blood rushing to her center nub. The stiff bundle of nerves is harshly smashed into my tongue, and the speed of her gyrating quickens.
“Mm. Ah! Oh! Uhhuh! Yeah! That’s it!” she yells, as I feel her thighs quake around my head. Her trembles travel to her hips, which vibrate as she reaches climax. “Fuck!” She lets out, coming down from what I assume will be her first of several peaks this morning.
Her motions eventually come nearly to a stop, but never completely go still. She uses her flexible hips to make slow, round circles, my mouth now licking and sucking all corners of her sex. The slow, wide circling continues for a few minutes, and she moans and hums quietly.
Her eyes are closed, and her hair is draped around her face. Her light brown skin is flushed. Beads of sweat begin to gather under her breasts, and travel down to her belly button. I want to lick it off. I feel a dial inside of me begin to turn. My greatest desire is to surrender to her. To please her. I’ll do anything.
Without saying anything, Sabrina’s body travels farther up me, and her asshole is now pressed up to my mouth. I offer my tongue for her to abuse. She rotates again, this time on a different axis, and my tongue orbits around her forbidden hole that is no longer chaste as of last night.
Her noises evolve into lower registers of her vocal range. “Huuh. Ohhmm.” Her eyes still closed, she looks present and in the moment. She looks like she’s no longer worrying herself with being a powerful woman in a man’s world. She looks at peace. I want to try harder.
In effort to please her further, I wrap my hand around her thigh and reach for her clit. Once I reach it, she lets out a higher pitched groan, and allows me to pleasure her with both mouth and fingers simultaneously. We find a rocking rhythm between all of our moving parts and her thighs begin to quiver again. I revel in her ass cheeks crashing into my face, nearly cutting off my breathing.
She stops abruptly, then reaches to the side of the bed. When she rises back on to me, she has a thick purple vibrator in hand. Her face looks impatient as she flips the buzzer on, then starts to lubricate the silicone with her wetness. She’s returned to sit on my face when her fake cock is properly slippery, and she guides it into her self with a deep exhale.
It strikes me how prominently the vibration is conducted through her ass. I can feel the strong pulses of the toy on my lips and tongue as I tease and lick her hole. I also take pause at how nearly situated her holes are; I know the anatomy, but it is another thing to feel the pressure of the large dildo through a different part of her body.
She drops her other hand down to her clit, and she’s now running on all cylinders. The moment feels harmonious, complete. At its surface, it’s casual sex between strangers, but it feels more authentic, more genuine. Our bodies are so intertwined, it’s easy to forget where one ends and one begins.
Her final morning orgasm is a slow burn compared to the first. Her climb to climax begins with a subtle quiver, and gradually builds her rocking and fucking herself forcefully. Instinctively, I reach for my throbbing, desperate cock and begin stroking myself in effort to come in unison with her. Thankfully, she allows the act of self-pleasure, and I quickly and easily catch up to her on her ascend to orgasm.
Our bodies both erupt with spasms and fluids gushing and visceral moans and groans. Excess precipitation from her pussy storm dribbles down on my face, and I savor it. She remains on top of me for an extended moment; both of us needing time to re-align ourselves. Finally, she climbs off gingerly and falls lazily on her back next to me. We lay there, heads to each other’s feet, still working on catching our breath. I look over and marvel how even her feet and toes are perfect.
– – – –
Sabrina
We utilize the oversized, luxurious shower and bathe together. A hint of heaviness lingers in the space between us. For me, it’s the onsetting sadness that this wondrous weekend is soon coming to an end. Despite the dom/sub and kink avenues we’ve been exploring, our shower together is sensuous and gentle. He lathers and rubs my shoulders while I run conditioner through my hair. The generous showerhead pours down hot, steamy water on both of us.
When it’s time to decide who will drive us to our final day of the conference, the somber tone fades, and my inner dominatrix crawls her way back into my consciousness. I throw the keys at Jonas, and say sharply, “You. Drive.” His face lights up, showing excitement that the game is back on.
I’m sure to direct him where to park, not giving him the slightest bit of control. He glides the SUV into the spot of my choosing, and shifts into park. Before he can turn off the ignition, I turn to square my body towards him, reach between his legs, and wrap my palm and fingers around his entire package through his khaki dress slacks. I turn my eyes into piercing darts, and say in a menacing tone, “Don’t you forget who owns you. I want you to be on your best behavior.”
He nods in agreement. I tighten my grip. “And don’t you dare go flashing your pretty little smile at any corporate whores. You’re my slut, not theirs.” His eyes begin to bulge a bit, so I fall back and release my hold.
“Yes. I understand,” he replies submissively.
I had been racking my brain all morning for what, if anything, I’d have Jonas do during the half day of workshops. The absence of a lunch hour as a natural break to the day made it difficult to find time for things to get frisky. For the day’s first two hours, he and are in separate meetings. There is a short 15-minute break at 10:00. I instruct him to meet me at the other side of the building, several hallways separated from the main conference area. He’s to wait for me outside of the low-traffic restrooms.
I sit in the manager’s meeting, still pondering how to use the precious 15 minutes together. As the higher-ups drone on, my imagination wanders, and I can feel my body’s arousal awakening. I feel a particular thrill at the prospect of engaging in some risky behavior. Getting caught would surely damage my reputation. The danger only gets me wetter.
It seems to take forever to reach the 9:00 hour. My body is growing increasingly impatient. I’m probably terse to the others as we settle into the second meeting, but I don’t care at this point. My body is aching for him, and their snobby opinions seem so far from important. I squirm in my seat as I pretend to try and pay attention to the PowerPoint up front. I’m no longer concerned about what I’m going to have him do, I just need to get there.
I can’t help but bite my nails and tap my foot feverishly for the final few minutes. The presenter asks if there are any final questions. I decide I will tackle anyone who has that last question that takes this thing past 10:00. Thankfully, my will is not tested, and I scurry out the room and dart to our rendezvous point. I notice that I receive some strange looks as I barrel past the chatting crowd, but I don’t care, as I’m thinking more between my legs than between my ears
I arrive before him. 10:02. I’m a little out of breath. Looking around, I notice a maintenance room between the men’s and women’s restrooms. Then I see him, strutting down the hallway in his dress slacks, tucked in shirt, and brown leather messenger bag. I lick my lips in anticipation, and feel the butterflies flutter in my stomach. I take one final look around, and the coast is clear. Once he’s within arm’s reach, I grab him by the front of his belt, open the maintenance closet with the other hand, and throw him in. I follow, then close the door discreetly behind me.
The small closet smells like chemicals and is dark. We giggle in amazement at our current situation, and feel the walls for the light switch. Jonas finally finds it and turns the light on. I can’t help but pull him in for an urgent kiss before I make him please me. He tastes and smells minty, and his lips are soft, like always. Our embrace lingers. I’m not sure how long.
Once it ends, I morph back into my dominant weekend persona. “Get on your knees,” I demand.
He drops to the floor, and pulls off his bag. His soft brown eyes are eager and willing. I can’t help but think he looks like a puppy when I look down at him. I instruct him with my eyes pull up my skirt. He pulls up the polyester fabric, and I pull his head between my legs. “Make it good. We only have a few minutes.”
“Mmhmm,” he replies, already taking my clit into his mouth. He makes good on working quickly; my knees go weak within moments of his lips touching me. His enthusiasm, plus the danger of the encounter causes my climax to load and release quickly. I tuck his face closer into my center as my body pulses with orgasmic intensity.
He pulls himself out from under my skirt, and I reluctantly release his hair from my fingers. I want his cock so badly, but I know there’s no way to truly enjoy it and make it back to the next workshop in time. I devise the next-best thing. “Pull your pants down and stroke your cock until it’s hard,” I demand.
He goes to undo his belt, then unbutton his pants, zipper, and finally his pants and boxer briefs drop, revealing his almost fully erect shaft. Again, he looks at me with desperation in his eyes, and I briefly have pity for him. “You heard what I said,” I hissed. “Stroke it for me.”
He reaches down between his legs and begins to tug on himself with his left hand. His body tenses and releases, and he closes his eyes momentarily. His free hand roams to his balls, which he cups and fondles. I enjoy the show. I savor the tension and discomfort he’s going to be in for the next few hours. When he starts to bite his lip and his intensity picks up, I interrupt, “Stop!”
I pull his hands down to his sides, lean into him, take a long gaze from his precum-dripping cock, up to the pathetic expression his face wears. I use my long fingernail on my index finger to lightly tease along the top side of his shaft. His cock pulses under my touch. “That’s all for now. The rest will have to wait,” I say as I pull up his pants and underwear, creating a tent pole underneath them.
He whimpers, and begrudgingly loops and fastens his belt. My body aches for more; I feel cheated that we have to end our encounter here. The devilish side of my conscience tempts me to brush aside my responsibly and make Jonas fuck me in this storage closet. That side does not win, however, and we look longingly at each other once we’re fully put together and ready to go back to the hallway.
I grab hold of his package and taunt, “This is mine once this shit is over.”
He allows a dim smile to cross his face, showing his disappointment at the shortened get-together. He cracks the door open, and checks to see if the coast is clear. He says it’s all good, so we slither out of the closet and scurry to our next workshop.
I begin to think we are home free as we approach the familiar meeting rooms, when we run into none other than Chad. He’s the one who Jonas spoke with the first night, who saw the way I looked at him and how I never hooked up with anyone at these events.
Chad is the only one in the hallway, and eyes us up and down. Our ruffled exteriors and rosy cheeks make us a dead giveaway. He smirks and lifts an eyebrow. “Somehow this doesn’t surprise me,” he remarks, then splits off into his next placement. Jonas and I share a sigh of relief, then divide to our respective assigned rooms.
— — —
Midday finally arrives and we are released from the mind numbing workshops. We re-convene and giddily skip to our Ford Escape company car. As he turns the ignition, I realize that we were holding hands and touching each other openly in front of the others. For the moment, I don’t care. No panic sets it. I don’t worry about my reputation or career. I’m allowing myself to savor the moment, and I feel more free than I’ve felt in a long time.
We chat casually on the short drive back to the hotel. I enjoy our easy time together too much to only be a dominatrix. It’s a different story, however, when we park. My glare turns into a scowl, and I’m ready to pounce on him. I can feel my body paring to him to impale me, and I can’t wait any longer. I shoot him an immediate, pressing glance and say, “Upstairs. Now.”
He’s climbing out of the car before I finish my sentence. We hustle to the front doors, then the elevators, waiting impatiently to reach our floor. I see his cock taking shape through his light colored dress pants. The elevator doors open, and we practically run to my room. We walk in, he whips the door closed behind us, and starts unfastening his belt. I pull off his button up and undershirt. When his bare skin is exposed, I can smell the body soap used earlier in the shower, as well as his cologne. I breathe it in for a moment.
“Get on the bed,” I order, and climb on top of him aggressively. I feel like a panther stalking her prey. My movements are smooth and agile, and I’ve never felt this animalistic before. Adrenaline and lust course through my veins as I center him between my legs. I didn’t bother to undress myself yet. My inner spirit animal was emerging, I retract my claws and dig into his skin, etching long, red scratches on his chest. If I could snarl and growl like a panther, I would.
Under my skirt, I find his rock hard shaft and slide up and down, rubbing his head against my clit. I went commando today, so there is no interference of panties to push aside. I’m merely lubricating his cock, as I’m not interested in pleasuring my clit. I want him in me. Deep. Fast. Hard. I pull off my blazer and blouse, throwing them to the side of the bed, leaving me in my black bra.
I align his cock with my hole and sink down, feeling him enter and fill me. I feel such relief having him in me, like an addict getting their fix. I can hear my own thoughts again, and feel my heart rate settle to a more normal pace. I pull his arms up, pinning them above his head as I rock on top of him. “How do you like being the bottom? Being fucked. Having no control,” I purr. His head is arched back, exposing his neck to me. The tension in his body and face suggest he is trying his hardest to fend off an early orgasm.
I stop with him fully submerged in me, which grabs his attention. “Don’t. You.” I lift up, and fall on him deeply. “Dare.” I repeat, rising and falling. “Come. Too. Early.” With each word, I slide up his aching shaft, then fall down onto it aggressively. He grunts with each of my downward pumps. His noises are responses to the sexual sensations, but also because of the raw force with which I apply on him.
I enter into my own state of bliss now, unconcerned with his wellbeing. I close my eyes. I have gratitude for birth control and I focus my attention on feeling every ridge of his cock inside me. I lift my hips up and down and side to side, searching for just the right spot. I carefully guide the head of his hard shaft into my hidden pleasure spot. Jonas’s cock has an upward bend, making it perfect for g-spot stimulation.
I hold the position for an extended moment – shifting millimeters to find the exact right point. I feel my nerves catch fire from my core. Typically, my orgasms are like fireworks; shooting balls of fire blasting through my body. This is different. The fire does not move, but rather it is only stoked by each tiny twitch of Jonas’s length. The flame extends into my belly, then down to my lower half. It takes my breath away.
I begin to move more confidently, applying more pressure to my spot. Like a fan to a flame, each touch raises and spreads the heat. My body lusts for more. Faster. Harder. Deeper. I feel sweat begin to bead on my lower back. The sound of me riding him is wet and harsh. His skin is flushed pink, still with my red claw marks down his chest. My butt cheeks slap against his thighs, I’m sure it stings him.
I sit straight up now, releasing his limbs. The new angle supplies more pressure to my g-spot. I thud down on him like a jackhammer. The walls of my hole feel sore and abused, but I’m determined to coax an enormous orgasm. I see the familiar look of torment spread across his face, like his load is about to burst. Without thinking, I lift my right hand and slap him across the face. It makes a loud slapping noise, and he looks taken aback. Once his surprise lifts, the lust returns to his eyes, and his look communicates his invitation for more harsh treatment.
“I’m. Not. Ready. Yet,” I say each word with each pounding on him, then I raise my left hand to slap him across the other side of his face. His eyes light up even more, the temporary thrill of being abused has distracted him from the burning in his loins. The animalistic urge returns, and I wrap my hands around his neck, my thumbs meeting in the middle, on either side of his Adam’s apple. “You will wait until I come,” I sneer.
I maintain my strangle hold as I ride him. My internal climax begins to bubble, and I can feel that it is within reach. I begin to fully release my inner panther, choking, and clawing, and digging into his skin as I ride my way to the peak. “Ah! Ah! Oh! Uh!” I scream, along with other, indistinguishable sounds.
The heat floods through my body, sending uncontrollable shockwaves out to my limbs. Warmth concentrates at the epicenter of my pleasure, and hot come squirts out of me, and all of Jonas and the bed. I’ve reached my peak, and am descending. I grab hold of Jonas at his shoulders, and feel his body quiver and spasm under me. His own lava shoots into me, and our fluids swirl to create a wet, sticky masterpiece that soaks us both.
We both come, and come hard. My body falls limp, and I sink into him. His deflating cock is still in me. We’re covered in sweat and my come and his come. Our bodies mash together, I allow my dead weight to blend into him. It feels good to lay here, in silence. Our breathing aligns, then falls out of sync, then counters one another, then eventually falls into sync again. I allow the moment to linger, savoring each second that passes.
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