I meandered across the street and into the dimly lit hotel bar after a long day of meetings. She sat perched at the end of the bar, as she always did on these trips, sipping a neat mid-shelf bourbon in a black cocktail dress with fire engine red high heels adorning her feet and silk gloves pulled up to her elbows.
I sat next to her and ordered my drink. My usual, a scotch with two ice cubes. As we sipped our drinks and exchanged pleasantries her legs brushed against mine and my left hand crept slowly up her inner thigh.
Minutes later, as I stood up to accept my second drink I whispered into her ear. “Take off your panties and give them to me.”
“Yes, sir” she replied as she scanned the room before retreating down a nearby hallway.
As I stared blankly at the mirror behind the bar waiting for her to return I heard the familiar clicking of her heels resonating throughout the bar. Her hand slid into my front left pocket depositing her satin french-cut panties as she regained her seat. I could sense how warm and wet she was. I reached down and put my hand firmly on her thigh and she let out a muted grunt. As I sipped my scotch with my right hand, my left hand slowly ascended her thigh displacing her dress beneath the bar. I could feel her humidity radiating against my hand. I brushed the outside of her lips and she casually hung her head to hide her anticipatory smirk. My hand withdrew from underneath her dress. I flipped a $50 bill on the table and pulled her towards the elevator.
The elevator opened and I guided her around the corner to my room. As the door locked behind us I pushed her onto the bed and then flipped her over onto her stomach exposing the bottom half of her ass as she hung off of the end of the bed. Her pussy, peaking out beneath her dress, glistened and begged for me. I plugged my index finger inside of her arching it upwards to apply pressure. As I wriggled my finger inside of her for a second time I added another. She writhed on the bed clutching the comforter with both hands. Before she could ask to cum I snagged her glove off of her left arm and stuffed it into her moaning mouth. I began lightly smacking her cheeks as I continued to pleasure her with my fingers. Her cheeks began to blossom into a pleasant light pink color and were warm to the touch. Her grunts got louder as I increased the pace. I added a third finger into her dripping wet pussy and continued to fire into her. She shivered in pleasure and gripped the bed ever more firmly. She spit out her makeshift gag and screamed, “Please sir, may I cum?”
“You can never remove a gag to beg for pleasure. You know that.”
The Training continues.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hdk17y/the_training_on_location_mf_part_3
What a beautiful sight!!