I was so bored, another Thursday night at a networking evening in a hotel conference suite at the start of yet another weekend sales conference.
I surveyed the room, feet starting to feel uncomfortable in my patent black stilettos after a long day of meetings & travelling. I held tight to the second glass of wine I allowed myself at these things. I’d talked to the key people I needed to concentrate on this weekend; chatted to some inconsequential acquaintances; made appropriate small talk with strangers. Time for one last scan of the room before I made my escape.
My eye was caught by a tall handsome man who had recently arrived. Even across the crowded room I could appreciate his easy confidence as he charmed and flirted with the woman he was chatting to. She looked flustered under his intense gaze, glancing at her companions and her glass, blushing every time she looked at him. It was like watching a leopard stalk an antelope. “She’ll be buying whatever the hell he’s selling” I thought to myself.
Fascinated, I broke my 2 glass rule, snagging another glass from the free bar. Forgetting my tired feet, I watched his progress round the room, women responding to the force of his personality, men unconsciously acknowledging him as their superior. His large body looked firm and solid under his suit, his hands occasionally touching an arm or a wrist as he spoke, always bare flesh, his fingers lingering just an instant too long. His fingers were long and strong looking. I started to imagine them touching my bare skin, feeling heat build between my legs.
I shook myself out of my little reverie, enough already, time to go to my room, call room service for dinner then shower & an early night.
As I walked towards the lifts I heard footsteps behind me and caught a heady musky scent coming from whoever stood just behind me as I pressed the call button. Stepping into the lift & turning to face the door I realised it was him. I flashed a tired smile as he asked me what floor. “4 please”
He pressed for floor 4 and we journeyed in silence. I inhaled deeply, trying to identify his scent, sandalwood & other aromas of the woods & wilds, not looking at him as I started to feel my pussy moisten. He was standing a little too close, but didn’t speak. His presence filled the lift & stifled any thoughts of trying to make small talk.
The doors opened and I made my way to my room door about halfway down the hall. He passed behind me as I activated the keycard and stumbled into my room, leaning back against the door as it closed behind me. Fuck, I thought, just smelling him has got me so hot. I knew I’d be thinking about him & fingering my hot swollen clit in short order.
I called in my order for dinner & a bottle of wine, and took off my jewellery as I stood in front of the mirror. I surveyed myself, long poker straight red hair, ample tits, demurely contained beneath the crossover bodice of my dress but the curves unmissable. I ran a hand over my 38F breasts, gasping when my palm grazed each of my nipples which were raised & sensitive. The belt of the wrap dress cinched my waist, fabric flaring out over my hips, my hourglass figure on display but still business-like with the hem to my knee & only my forearms revealed.
My calves were taut and firm, a combination of an intense gym routine & the effects of the 4 inch black patent heels with their fetishistic ankle strap. My one visible clue to the world that i wasn’t as demure as I might seem.
A knock on the door. Surprised room service would be so quick I hurriedly opened the door without checking the peephole.
He rushed me back into the room, kicking the door closed behind him, his palm on my chest, his thumb firmly on my throat. surprise silenced me, as he backed me up against the wall. “You were watching me, weren’t you?” I gasped, panic gripping me, but as I breathed him in, my body calmed. A voice in my head screaming “what the fuck”, but my mouth simply whispered “yes”.
“I noticed you as soon as I walked into that room, it amused me to watch you watching me. I know you liked what you saw.” He looked me straight in the eyes, put a little more pressure on my throat. “You are going to be quiet while I decide what I’m going to do with you” I nodded, adrenalin racing through me, trembling a little.
His right hand stayed at my throat, it felt oddly reassuring as he devoured my body with his eyes. It felt like every inch of me was under his scrutiny. His left hand pulled the knot loose in my belt, he tugged it free of the fabric, wrapping it around his knuckles and opened my dress to reveal my body in black lace panties and plunge bra. “Just what I imagined under that dress” he growled softly. He pulled the cups of the bra down , exposing my nipples, still hard, betraying the lust that was still building in me despite the fact that a stranger had just forced his way into my hotel room & was holding me by the throat.
His mouth closed over my right nipple, sucking and biting on it while his hand palmed my sex, feeling the moisture through my knickers.
Suddenly he released his hold on me, spun me to face the wall and pressed his forearm across my shoulders. My face and tits were pushed into the wall as he quickly pulled my dress off my shoulders and discarded it. My bra straps were pulled down to my elbows, confining my arms. His hand caressed my ass, gently cupping the firm roundness on each side. He started lightly kicking my feet, pushing his foot between mine. “Fucking spread your legs” he snarled. With trembling legs I tried to comply, my feet shuffling slowly apart. His hand left my ass and I panted as a sharp pain ignited the top of my right thigh. Another slap landed on my other thigh “faster, wider”. He continued to smack the insides of my thighs until I was spread against the wall to his satisfaction.
He pressed his body against me, I could feel his hard cock through his trousers against my ass. His hand delved into my knickers reaching past my ass and he pushed two fingers straight into my tight pussy. “I fucking knew you’d be wet, knew you were a slutty girl when I saw you” He slid his fingers in & out a few times as he gathered my hair in his other hand. He pulled sharply on my hair turning my head and forced his fingers, covered with my juices, into my mouth. “Suck my fingers, taste yourself, show me what a good girl you can be” My breathing fast and shallow I sucked on his fingers, my cheeks hollowing around them as I tried to please this insistent intruder.
He pulled his hand from my face and pulled me away from the wall by my hair, moving me toward the bed. He quickly released my bra, freeing my arms and my heavy tits. He pulled my wrists together and twisted the belt from my dress around them, binding my arms straight behind me from wrists to elbow. My knickers were next, pulled down to my ankles with curt instruction to step out of them. Just a few minutes had passed since the knock on the door, now I stood naked except for my shoes with my arms tightly bound behind me while a complete stranger exerted complete control over me.
I should have been screaming for help but he was right, I had been watching him & getting wet. My brain was confused, conflicting thoughts swirling. I barely noticed that he wasn’t even touching me as I just stood there, lost in feeling the sting on my thighs from the smacks, wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
Another knock at the door, he moved me to make sure I was out of sight of the door, pushed me to my knees & whispered in my ear, hot breath and words assaulting my senses. “Not a fucking sound or movement out of you bitch”
It was room service, this was my chance, my choice. I either called out for help or I let this guy do whatever it was he wanted to do with me. Every nerve was alive, goose flesh on the back of my neck, the carpet scratching my knees, cream pooling between my thighs. I stayed motionless & silent while he signed for my order and locked the door.
I could hear him moving around the room as I knelt there with my head bowed, waiting. He sat on the bed in front of me, only his lower legs, now bare, in my field of vision. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting to see if I moved or spoke. “That’s my good girl” he whispered after minutes that felt like hours. He stood beside me, and I squealed like a frightened mouse as he started brushing my hair, soon I was relaxing into the sensations, tension leaving my shoulders and neck. My body calming after the fear he had instilled. My nervousness ramped up again as he started scraping the bristles of the brush beyond my hair, down my back, over my back, my arms, my ass, lightly at first, then gradually building the pressure. Light tickling sensations becoming sharp, painful scratches. I was holding my breath to not make too much noise as the maddening pain increased.
He grabbed my head bending me forward so my face and shoulders rested on the edge of the bed, ass raised in the air. The scraping stopped, I wanted to tell him to keep going but I had been told to be silent, for some reason I had decided to do as I had been told.
I yelped as the back of the brush struck my left butt cheek with a loud crack. Another on my right, a pause, then a volley of smacks as he paddled me with my hair brush. The force pushing me forward, my body straining to keep still, to present a static target.
He stopped, rubbing a hand over my hot reddened flesh, dipping his hand into my pussy, finding me soaking wet and swollen. He grabbed my hips, pulling me to my feet, telling me to keep my head and shoulders where they were. He kicked my legs apart, and thrust his hard cock deep inside my hot tight cunt and began fucking me hard and deep and fast. I cried out incoherently, his girth stretched me wide and I panicked slightly as I struggled to take his length. I couldn’t hold myself still, but his grip on my hips was like a vice as he pounded into my pussy, balls slapping against me. My legs were shaking, my pussy walls starting to pulse, I was going to come and come hard. “No you fucking don’t” he barked, “don’t you dare come! You only get to come when I say you can” He altered the pace, slow deep thrusts pushing fully into me while I tried to grind back onto him; fast, hard bursts; withdrawing and teasing me with just the tip of his cock at my lips. All reasoned thought was leaving me, I was delirious with need for release. I could hear strange animalistic cries that I realised were coming from me. He worked me until I was alternately begging for him to let me come or stop, tears in my eyes with the intense mix of pleasure and pain. He spoke gently, “that’s my good girl, taking my cock like a fucking pro, a proper slut. You can come now, you deserve a small reward” He took a firm grip on the belt around my arms, pulling me slightly back towards him, his other hand on my ass, and as he started to thrust again he plunged his thumb deep into my asshole and pounded me hard and fast. My pussy and asshole clenched tight around him, pulsing as the pressure built, a scream ripping from my mouth as the wave of my long held back orgasm flooded through me. He kept thrusting, as my body trembled and pulsed and quivered around him, finally burying himself deep inside me, pumping hot streams of cum into me.
He pulled me upright against him, still inside me, arm spanning my breasts, kissing my shoulders and neck, whispering what a good girl I was, what a well behaved and obedient girl I was,that good girls get their rewards. I melted into him, letting him support me, my breathing returning to normal, as his words and kisses and hands soothed me.
He slipped out of me and I could feel his hot cum dripping down my leg. He quickly untied my arms and turned me to face him and pushed me to my knees at his feet. “Now clean my cock, get all that cum off it”
I could see him properly for the first time, his strong muscled torso, his impressive cock, still semi- hard & proud, glistening with our juices. His balls were smooth and hairless, I knew the skin would feel like velvet in my mouth. My tongue darted out and licked his shaft, his saltiness and my tartness mingled in my mouth. I greedily licked his entire cock and over his balls, lapping up our juices. I risked placing my hands on his firm ass as I took his length into my mouth. I sucked and licked on his shaft, eager to follow his instructions. He reached for the wine that had been delivered, I hadn’t noticed him pouring a glass while I had been silently waiting for him.
He stopped me, withdrew and tilted my chin up towards him and put the glass to my lips, “don’t swallow” he cautioned as he poured the cool liquid. I held the wine in my mouth as he took a long drink. setting the glass down again he guided my head back to his cock, which had grown hard under my attentions. He groaned as I took his length into my mouth, forming a tight seal with my lips so as not to spill a drop. His hands in my hair he tilted my head, finding the perfect angle to penetrate my throat. “Swallow!” he commanded. The wine and his hard cock filled my throat as I obeyed. He rested there a moment, while I tried to keep my breathing calm, to accommodate him. Slowly he started to thrust in & out of my mouth, burying himself deeper each time. I started to choke and gag, he only clutched my hair tighter so I couldn’t move away. He ordered me to drop my hands, to grip my ankles behind me. Once again I was immobilised and helpless under his relentless thrusting. He increased the pace, fucking my face, my eyes sought his and we locked gazes as he used my mouth just like he’d used my pussy. His balls slapping against my chin, spit dribbling from my mouth, soaking him, “that’s it, you can take it slut. You’re loving my cock in your throat, aren’t you?” All I could do was blink up at him in agreement. He slapped my face, “answer me bitch!”. I moaned a yes as best I could with his cock pumping into me, nodded almost imperceptibly against his grip. “that’s what I thought. Are you ready to swallow my cum, drink it down like a greedy little whore?” I mumbled another affirmative around him, my saliva coating his shaft as he slowed, 5 long full deep thrusts, grip tightening in my hair, moaning as he locked eyes with me again and stilled as my throat milked his hot jizz from him.
He released my head, slipped out of me, pulled me up and sat me on the edge of the bed. He knelt between my legs and kissed me deeply. His tongue explored my mouth as I kissed him back. Pausing, he expressed his pleasure that I’d drank every drop of his cum and raised the wine to my mouth again, telling me to drink.
He pressed the cool glass against my nipple as I gasped and pushed me firmly back on to the bed. I was flat on my back, my pussy on the edge of the bed, my legs spread wide apart and feet, still confined by my stilettos planted on the floor. The wine glass pressed against my clit, the cold soothing and exciting my hot flesh at the same time. Then he was pouring wine over my abdomen and my pussy lips. His mouth chased it, sucking and licking, finding every drop with his tongue. He opened me with his fingers, exposing my wet hot cunt to his eyes and his mouth. he licked me from anus to clit, over and over, rimming my puckered little asshole, lapping at my pussy, sucking and nibbling on my clit. He slid a finger into me, flexed it into my gspot, coaxing a long groan from me. He withdrew, slid two fingers into me & repeated the motion. all the while sucking and nibbling and licking my clit. He flexed and released, stayed pressed inside me, I wanted to come so hard, but I bit my lip and held back the bubble. I already knew better than to even ask. I’d have that moment only at his discretion, only when it pleased him. He stopped occasionally, hands and mouth travelling up my abdomen and torso, kneading and pinching my breasts, sucking on my nipples, dipping his tongue into my belly button. Always returning his mouth to my aching clit and his fingers to my tight hot hole. Eventually, he asked if I wanted to come. “fuck yes, make me come,!” I cried. He stopped, glared at me, “that’s not how a good little slut asks a favour” he growled.
“I’m sorry, please, please. if it will please you, let me come for you” I begged and pleaded while he held his arm over my hips and pinched my clit with his other hand. “Better, you’re learning. You can come” He bent his head to my clit once more, his fingers slid back into my pussy, relentlessly pressing on my gspot, I shattered beneath him and around him as I came. I squirted onto his face, my hips bucked as he brought me relief.
Not allowing me a second to recover he stood and raised my ankles to one shoulder, gripping the heels of both shoes in one hand. I was folded over, my ripe pussy peeking from between my legs. His cock, raging hard once more, found my wet entrance and thrust easily into me, setting off another tremor in my core. My pussy walls pulsate around his fabulous cock as he thrusts deeply, showing no mercy to my quivering shuddering body. He spits into his free hand, rubbing his spit and my juices around my tight puckered asshole while he pounds my pussy. “You ready my little slut? I’m going to fuck your tight ass and shot my load in it. I’m going to fuck it just as hard and as fast as your pussy.” Without breaking his tempo, he withdraws from my cunt on the next thrust and presses straight into my ass, his cock filling me, the sensation making me swoon. I’m on the verge of passing out as another orgasm rips through me. His cock, well lubricated by my hot juices, sliding easily in & out of my tight ass, slapping my cheeks with his balls. I’m panting and writhing on the bed while he holds my legs and hips steady, relentless. I’m undone, completely limp, eyes rolling back in my head as he cries out and pulses jets of cum inside me. He’s shuddering as his balls twitch against my ass cheeks, still pumping out jizz.
He releases my legs, slips out of me, finally unbuckles my shoes and removes them. He lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to the bathroom, gently stroking the reddened skin of my butt. Calling me his very good girl, his clever little slut. Setting me on my feet he turns on the shower and stands me under the warm flow, holding me against his chest as our bodies recover from the intensity. He washes my hair, soaps my body gently. I soap his softening cock and caress his balls, carefully cleaning my juices from him.
Rinsed off he dries me & wraps me in a towel, leads me back to the bed and climbs under the covers behind me. As I drift off to sleep with his arm draped over me, I realise that I still don’t know his name.
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