Who is this pale nervous creature, I wonder as I gaze in the mirror, touching up my eyeliner and checking that my lips aren’t too sticky from the gloss. The butterflies are unforgiving today. Should I ditch? I mean, what do I really know about this guy? We met once. Had a few drinks, compared Spotify playlists, had a drunken romp in the taxi ride back home…that was fun. There was chemistry there, no denying it.
Urgh, he makes my heart flutter. Or is it the thought that he could be a psycho killer on a rampage and I’m his next victim? I let my mind muse on that for a while, as I often do. The macabre always has held a weird fascination for me.
I shake my head in frustration and cap the eyeliner: a perfectly winged eye after days. That has got to be a sign. No way am I gonna die the day I actually like how I look. I had on a tight black sheer top with a black satin bra underneath, perfectly accentuating my small but well-formed breasts, paired with a red leather mini skirt, black stockings, and booties. I’d been getting appreciative glances the entire night from random guys across the bar, even as I had allowed myself to peek under the table discreetly towards my date’s thigh area. The shine of his suit pants couldn’t disguise the slight raise in the fabric, which took on more prominence whenever I moved my hand up his legs, the last time dangerously close to the raised portion. His sharp intake of breath had been very rewarding.
Just thinking about the sexual tension from that night is getting me hot.
I allow myself one final look, take a deep breath, wink at the sexy figure in the mirror, and walk out of the swanky restroom.
There he is, at the table by the corner, patiently waiting as a storm rages outside behind him. He looks up and catches my eye, his face lit with a warm welcoming smile. All my fears instantly dissipate as I walk towards him.
“Paid the bill, here’s your half of the change,” he says as he hands over the notes. I notice the shine of his silver watch beneath his finely woven cotton shirt, and rub my thumb over it. With my touch, I see goosebumps form on his fine golden arm hair. I know my hands are warmer than usual, so his reaction is… pleasing.
“Ready to get out of here?” I whisper in his ear, lust overpowering my prior anxieties. His smile widens as he nods and takes my hand, leading the way to his suite. As we enter the lift, I throw caution to the wind and grab his tie, pulling him against me. His hands roam all over my body as we make out, spanking my ass lightly. I’m about to unzip his pants when the lift doors slide open with a soft ping. We pull apart instantly and try to act normal, but clearly fooling no one as the couple who enter barely struggle to hide their amusement. After a few interminably long seconds, we finally reach our floor. Sobered up a little by that mortifying experience, we make our way down the long corridor to his suite.
I had an idea of how his room looked. We had shared some, um…aesthetic images a few days ago. But suffice it to say, I was distracted by other objects taking up the screen. And man, did it take up the screen! So I had a healthy curiosity about where he was staying for the next couple of days.
He turns and gives me a cheeky little wink before opening the door. I look around his suite, luxuriously furnished with large windows. I notice with a smile that his bed is rather messy with shirts strewn about. Had he been trying out different outfits as well? It was an endearing thought that he might be as nervous as I am.
“Make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?” he innocently offers.
I walk over and sit on the edge of the plush bed, legs crossed, look up at him seductively and whisper, “Mmm, yeah, I’d like some… juice.”
Catching on immediately, he pushes me down on the bed and kneels over me, his alabaster skin glowing in the dim light.
My first white cock. The thought makes me bite my lip in anticipation.
Clearly a turn on for him, he growls, “Fuck, you’re so hot,” as he grabs my hands and holds them tightly over my head.
Locked in place by his knees and gorgeously strong arms, I feel his warm lips crash over mine, tongue trying to push its way through. I open up, gladly welcoming him in and can’t help wonder what that soft wet tongue would feel like between my lips down below. The thought makes me moan as I reach my hand down more urgently now to feel his large bulge pressed between my legs, tantalisingly above my clit.
Rock hard already.
I start to stroke him but he pulls my hand away, his grasp around my wrist tighter now.
“Naughty, naughty”, he murmurs, “There are consequences to not behaving well, you know”.
“Oh, really?”, I tease seductively, my heart rate quickening.
My legs start to squirm under him, trying to get that hard bulge against me. I wonder if he can feel how wet I am under all the leather. Almost as if he read my mind, he starts tearing off my clothes. Possibly the fastest strip I’ve ever experienced, I find myself lying there on the bed, under him, with nothing on but my cute suede booties.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
I let out a whimper of consent with a gentle nod, all I can manage in my aroused state. He gives me a mischievous grin and unclasps the belt around his waist.
“Oh,” I mutter, a little nervous now. I love a nice hard spank as much as the next bad girl, but the leather and steel buckle look like they could really hurt.
“Um, I’m not quite sure…” I begin before realising what his plans for me are. He looks over at me again for reassurance, which I now eagerly give, my back already arched in anticipation.
“Fuck, such a goddess,” he says, with an appreciative look at my naked form bathed in the moonlight, my perky breasts and erect nipples holding his gaze for a few seconds before he gets back to work. He places my hands over my head so they touch the headboard. My fingers trace the headboard’s ornate floral designs as he binds my hands to the posts with his belt.
As he’s tying my hands, the tie dangling over my face, I bite it to draw him closer.
“Oh, you want this? Take it then,” he says as he removes his tie. I reach for it with my teeth but he moves it further up, beyond their reach. “You won’t decide how to use it.” Drawing the tie taut, he lowers it over my eyes and ties it gently but firmly behind my head. Now my other senses become hyperactivated; I can only smell the soft silk of the tie and feel his short breaths above me. I feel my ankles being pushed down and spread out towards the corners of the bed, then bound by some stretchy but strong fabric. I’m now fully helpless, so ready to give in to what’s in store. He draws his lips closer to me and I search for them with mine, but he draws away at the last second.
“Let’s try something else,” I hear him whisper as he clambers off the bed. For a few seconds I’m alone on the bed, completely naked except for my suede booties. I lick my lips in anticipation. I hear the clink of ice cubes in a glass and the pouring of a drink. He sits back on top of me, with the glass nearby. I’m quite thirsty. As if reading my mind, I feel two drops of cold water on my lips. Then I feel intense cold right at the hollow of my neck. He’s dragging the ice down my body slowly. I gasp as he circles it around each of my breasts; I feel the ice quickly melting against my hot body. He goes down even further, past my belly button and down further. I draw a sharp breath and spasm involuntarily as it touches my clit. Still moving the ice in circles, he starts working on my breasts with his tongue, cupping each one with his fingertips and urging it deeper into his mouth as his tongue laps at each rigid tip. I remember the last guy who spent an hour just playing with them and made me come…fuck. Thinking of a different set of hot lips on me as I enjoy the current ones makes me feel so naughty and turned on.
Wave after wave of pleasure hits me. After a while, my senses heightened as they are, I can’t quite differentiate between his warm, wet tongue on my nipples and his cold, soft fingers on my clit. Or is it the other way around? My arms being restrained, I have no way of knowing where his head is placed. I feel his fingers (or tongue?) go between my lips down below, penetrating into the sweet, dark depths. Lapping up everything I’m producing. Fuck, that’s hot! I’m so close… but then he stops.
I feel him move farther up so he’s over my chest. My lips welcome the tip of his hard cock. I lick my lips and draw him in. I really was so thirsty. He starts pressing in slightly deeper. His toned ass tightens against my breasts with every thrust. I wish I could grab it, but he’s done too good a job of tying my hands.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, the tension building between my legs as they strain against the bed. I have a fleeting regret that I’ll be spoiling these beautiful sheets. Fairly certain the thread count is in the thousands. Ah, well. It’s for a good cause; the pleasure is overwhelming.
I feel his cock pulsating in my mouth, but at the last minute he withdraws it. “Are you ready?” he asks. I nod, as a tiny whimper escapes my lips. He lowers himself, holding my waist down as he guides his cock in between my legs. I feel it slowly filling me up…first the tip, then a bit more each time, each thrust going slightly deeper. The waves suddenly break through and I jerk under him, coming harder with each push as I feel his warm breath on my neck. I moan louder as I feel him explode inside me, feeling even more gushing warmth between my legs, as he keeps pushing over and over again, until he is at last still.
We lay there silently, panting, feeling the cum drip onto the pristine hotel bed sheets. I certainly won’t be cleaning up these sheets alone. He unties his silk tie, allowing me to see the results of our encounter. I look down and see my ankles tied by–what–my stockings! How dare he use my own clothes against me!
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