“Clementine, look!” I know it’s childish and unprofessional, and I shouldn’t, but I hold the handcuffs up in the air. They’re a dull silver colour, and feel weighty in my hands.
“What are they?” she gasps.
“What does it look like?”
“Yeah but what are they for? He doesn’t look like a cop. I thought he was banker or something.”
“Well,” I peer over my shoulder back into the neatly organised drawer. “I found them in the drawer with a pack of condoms. So what do you think?” Clementine may be the most vanilla person I know but surely I shouldn’t have to spell it out to her.
I watch her eyes begin to widen. “Sex?”
“Yeah.” It’s immature but we both start giggling.
“But why were you in his drawer?” she asks suddenly all serious again.
“I was just… tidying… and it was sorta open, so I had a little peek inside.” Clementine narrows her eyes as if she doesn’t believe me but then returns to her job of making up the king sized four poster bed. I’m about to put the cuffs away when she suddenly says, “Do you think he’s used them here anyone?”
She nods at the freshly made bed. A dreamy look glazes over her eyes and I can only imagine what thoughts are running through her head. She once told me the wildest sex she ever had was doing it on the bedroom floor, but every now and then she’ll say something or get a look in her eye that makes me think she longs for something more.
“I don’t know, but I wish he would use them on me.” As I say that I can feel my pussy begin to moisten at the thought of Mr Hollis handcuffing me and doing whatever he wanted. He’s been visiting this hotel every year for the past several Christmases; we’ve talked, and even flirted a little, but this has always been a desire of mine, a fantasy I’ve often touched myself to – submitting myself to the wealthy, handsome Mr Hollis.
“Candy!” Clementine giggles as she uses her nickname for me.
“Yeah right don’t act like you weren’t thinking the same thing,” I wag my finger at her. She blushes but she doesn’t try to deny it. I wink at her.
“Put them back,” she finally says. “We need to get going.”
“Fine.” I go to put them back in the drawer, when the door suddenly opens making us both jump. Mr Hollis comes striding into the room. He stops mid track when he sees us. He looks at Clementine her face now bright scarlet, then turns and looks at me.
“What’s going on here?” he demands. His lips are pursed, and his deep, dark brown eyes are smouldering directly towards me.
“Umm…” I struggle to think up a good excuse, but he’s caught me off guard. I also can’t help noticing how hot he looks in his grey suit three-piece suit. “We’re just tidying.” Reaching behind me I let the handcuffs slide from my finger and back into the still open drawer, as if he wouldn’t notice.
“Yeah we’re just tidying,” Clementine stutters.
“And by cleaning you mean going through my stuff?” he glares at me.
“I’m sorry…” I stutter. “It was just open and I went to close it but…”
“But you decided to have a rifle through instead.”
He takes a step towards me. I swallow back a lump in my throat. His gaze is intense, but I would be a lot more worried if it wasn’t for the smirk twitching at the corner of his lips, as if enjoying watching me squirm.
“What have you got to say for yourself?” He he stops half way between me and the door. His voice is low and gravelly, almost tender, except for the glint in his eyes, and the tension smouldering in his squared jaw. “What do you think would be a suitable punishment?”
“Sorry Sir.” I look down at the floor, unable to take the intensity of his glare. “You’re right it was very disrespectful, and you would be within your right to punish me as you see fit.” I risk looking up at him to see his reaction to that last comment. His expression doesn’t changes, and without saying a word he strides up to me and places a finger under my chin. Tilting my head up he forces me to look him directly in his eyes.
“I asked you a question. Do you need time to think?” I nod my head. I haven’t got a clue what Clementine would say if she knew the thoughts running through my head right now. “I am here until 6pm. If I don’t hear back from you by the then I will assume you are happy for me to go through the appropriate channels. Do we have an understanding?”
“Yes,” I nod.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Very well.” He removes his finger from beneath my chin. “You’re both dismissed.”
*
“Oh my God Candy that was so close!” Clementine gasps once we’re safely halfway down the hall. “Did you see that look on his face? I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.”
“Hmm…” I did get a good look at his face, and I’m pretty sure I know what he was thinking. If so, I was thinking the same thing too.
“Your knees were shaking! And your face is bright red. Are you alright?” She places a hand gently on my arm.
“I’m fine, and I don’t think he’ll say anything.”
“But how can you be sure?”
“Just a feeling I have. But listen,” I say removing her hand from my arm. “I just want to go talk to him for a bit. Can you cover for me, please?”
“Oh Candice, I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” Clementine begins to protest.
“Just trust me,” I hush her. “I know what I’m doing.” Before she can reply I give her hand one last reassuring squeeze before turning and heading back down the hall.
I knock on the door. For a moment there’s no reply and I think he’s not going answer. “Who is it?”
“It’s Candice.” Silence. “From before.”
“Come in.”
I open the door and step into the room. Hollis is now sitting on the foot of the bed. He’s removed his shoes and is halfway through removing his socks. His jacket and waistcoat lay neatly draped over the back of a chair. He’s loosened his grey silk tie, and the top couple buttons of his shirt have come undone giving me a peek of his perfectly chiselled chest.
“How can I help you?”
Motionless, I stand quietly staring at him. I hadn’t thought this far. I had just assumed he would make the first move, but instead he remains seated on the edge of the bed, tucking his socks into his shoes, barely showing me any recognition.
“Have you come here to beg on your hands and knees?” he finally says, looking up at me when I don’t answer. His eyes glisten hungrily, and I realise that is just what I have come to do. I lower myself down onto my knees and clasp my hands together.
“Please don’t say anything to my boss. I’m so sorry and I will do anything you ask, ” I plead.
“Anything? Are you sure about that?” Something changes in his expression as he tilts his head to one side, looking at me almost curiously.
“Yes, anything,” I pout, as I begin crawling towards him on my hands and knees. The soft texture of the carpet brushes against my stockinged knees.
“Hmm, I’m not sure about that,” he says hesitantly, standing. “You see I believe in doing things by the book, you would really have to make it worth my while, for me not to say anything.”
“Oh I will,” I assure him stopping just before his feet. His cock to twitches above me. I lick my lips in anticipation.
“We’ll see about that,” he says undoing his belt buckle. “What did you say your name was again?”
“Candice.”
“Well Candice, it’s not too late to back out. I’m sure your boss won’t be as hard on you as I will.” He undoes his trousers. They slip down round his waist giving me a better view of the impressive bulge straining against his boxer briefs. “Or are you going to be good and do exactly what I tell you?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“Yes what?” He grabs me by the back of my hair and yanks my head back. Tears prick at the back of my eyes. I can feel my arousal soaking through my lace panties. I want him, and I’m more than ready for whatever he has in store for me.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl,” he praises me, pulling down the waistband of his underwear. His cock springs out hitting me against the chin. Tugging at my hair, he holds my head in place making sure to read my reaction. “Now tell me badly do you want it? How deep do you want in your throat?” He runs his other hand along the shaft.
“I want it so bad. I want your big, powerful cock all the way back of my throat, and I want it to gag me with it until I cry. I want you to facefuck me until I can’t breathe!” I’m still looking up at him, but I can see it twitching in my peripherals. Pleased by my grovelling. “I want you to use me however you desire.”
“Very well,” he murmurs, guiding my mouth towards his throbbing cock. He stops shorts and pulls back on my hair, holding me in place as my parted lips brush against his head. A drop of precum drops onto my tongue; I lick it across my lips, savouring the sweet, salty taste.
“Lick it all up,” he orders. Obediently I run my tongue along his tip, lapping up his taste and coating him with my saliva. “Good girl.”
Desperate to show him just how much I love it when he calls me that, I wrap my lips around his head and start to suck. Placing both hands around the back of my head he pushes my mouth the whole way down his length. His throbbing head pulses against the back of my throat. Tears begin to run down my face as I start to gag. He pushes harder against me, refusing to let me go. I reach out and grab the the back of his thighs, my fingers clutching at his trousers as I struggle for breath. I close my eyes and try to breathe. Just then I feel him yank back on my hair with both hands and pull me off him. Spit mingled with precum dangles from the swollen head of his cock and drips onto my lips.
“This is what you wanted right?” He demands. One last out before we continue.
“Yes Sir,” I whimper, resisting the urge to wipe my mouth. That’s not how to play this game.
“Then why did you close your eyes? Don’t close them again I want to watch the look in your eyes as you realise what a desperate, greedy little slut you are.”
Before I can say yes Sir he shoves my head forwards again forcing his meaty cock all the way to the back of my throat again. This time he doesn’t hold it there for quite as long before yanking me back up along his shaft. I run my tongue up along his length as I go, and I run it back down again as he forces me forwards once more. Finding a steady rhythm he thrusts my mouth back and forth along his dick. His breathing begins to pick up, and as I manage to find my breath I let out a series of muffled moans while looking him deep in eyes to show him just how much I have wanted this.
I think I hear a knock at the door, but I’m not sure as all I can hear is the sound of my heart racing in my chest and the blood rushing in my ears. Mr Hollis holds my head in place halfway along his shaft. He turns to look at the door but before he can answer the door flies open and Clementine is standing there. She gasps, staring at us wide eyed, her face visibly turning red. She doesn’t say anything, and he’s is still holding my head in place so I can’t speak.
“Um… I’m sorry… I was just,” she finally stutters out. “I just wanted to check you were okay. Candice?” She looks at me and I can only imagine what this must look like to her with my massacre running down my face and Mr Hollis’ fingers tangled in my matted hair.
I wink at her, and her face relaxes just a little. Her hand is poised on the doorknob ready to leave, but she doesn’t move. Instead she stands staring at us as if spellbound. Her gaze fixed on Hollis’ cock jutting halfway out of my salivating mouth. I wonder if she can see it throbbing – I can feel each pulse as it pushes against my lips. From down on the floor I can see beneath the hem of skirt the way her thighs press together as if trying contain herself. Could it be as I suspected, that dear, sweet, innocent Clementine is actually a freak?
“Candice is just showing me how truly sorry she is, aren’t you Candice?” Mr Hollis says looking down at me. I nod. “I’m sure she won’t mind if you stayed, but you’ll have to close the door.” Gently he strokes my hair. It’s not quite a good girl, but it’s enough for my knees to begin trembling. He’s right I don’t mind if Candice wants to stay and watch me humble myself before Mr Hollis. I’m only doing what comes natural to me.
“She’s a good girl,” he says. I melt inside.
Clementine closes the door behind her, but she doesn’t move any closer. Her small chest rises and falls beneath her uniform as her breathing becomes more ragged. I wonder how wet she would feel if I slipped my hand between her legs. But I’m pulled from my thoughts as Hollis tugs at my hair again, forcing himself all the way to the back of my throat. A place he knows all to well now. Unprepared, I start gagging. But he doesn’t pay me any mind, his attention now on Clementine.
“What’s your name?” he asks her. His eyes fixed between her legs.
“Clementine,” she answers staring down at her feet.
“That’s a beautiful name,” Hollis murmurs, still thrusting his cock in my mouth. He’s found the rhythm now and I’m no longer gagging. I just wish he would look at me. I make a greedy, slurping noise as I run my tongue over his tender head – he grunts but keeps on looking at Clementine as if I were invisible.
“Thank you,” she whispers, daring meeting his eyes.
“Clementine, you look nervous.” Despite his heavy breathing, his voice is surprisingly soft and gentle. “There’s nothing to feel nervous about. You’re more than welcome to just watch, but you might feel more comfortable if you came stood over here.” He holds out a hand to her. She pauses for a moment, considering it before slowly approaching. Hollis is still forcing my head along the length of his cock as he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her in close to his side.
“Clementine you’re very beautiful,” he says gazing deeply into her eyes, his breath catching with each lurch of my head. “I’m worried that you don’t know that. Isn’t she beautiful Candice?”
He then abruptly pulls my head back, holding me at arms length so that I can answer properly.
“Yes Sir. Very beautiful.” He lets go of my hair and wraps his other arm around Clementine, positioning himself just behind her.
“What do you like best about her then?” he asks me, squeezing Clementine close to him. “Is it here hair?” Her long dark hair falls down her shoulders. Hollis pushes it back to one side to nuzzle her neck. She lets out gasp as she leans back into him.
“Her hair is beautiful,” I agree.
“Beautiful what?”
“Beautiful Sir.”
“Very good.” Still nuzzling into her neck, he slides his hands across her collarbone. “What about her breasts?” He pushes the top of her sleeves down her arms, exposing her plain black bra. Clementine’s breasts are on the smaller side, especially compared to mine, and I know she’s always felt self-conscious about them, but I’ve always reassured her it doesn’t matter. I’ve always imagined them to be just the perfect handful.
“I’ve always thought them perfect Sir.”
“You can tell me to stop if you want,” he whispers in Clementine’s ear as his hands move to the back of her bra. But she’s too caught in the moment and answers with a whimper, arching her back so that her ass pushes right into him. “Good girl,” he whispers.
As I watch the two of them writhing against each other I have never been so horny or jealous in my whole life. Right now I want to be Clementine. I want Mr Hollis to wrap his arms around me and lavish praises on me. I want to be his good girl. Surely he knows what he’s doing to me.
Clementine’s bra drops to the floor, and Hollis runs his hands over her perked nipples, kissing her neck. Her eyes close as she revels in his touch. It as if I’m not there. Gently, hesitantly, I start to run my hands along the inside of my thigh. I need some release.
“Is this making you a horny little slut?” Hollis looks up at me as he knows what I’m thinking. His tone isn’t cruel, but it’s lost its tenderness. Clementine opens her eyes, but then realises he’s talking to me. She looks at me for the first time wide eyed unsure how and if to respond to his sudden harshness.
“Yes Sir.” I ignore her and stare straight back at Hollis.
“Why don’t you make our guest feel more welcomed then?” he asks me as he murmurs in Clementine’s ear.
Her eyes close again as he slides his hands down to them hem of her skirt and slowly begins to lift it up around her waist. Underneath she is wearing sheer, black tights. I can see the outline of her underwear through them, and a wet patch where her arousal has soaked through the layers. I reach up and pull them both down, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. She slips off her ballet pumps so that I can take her tights completely off.
From down on the floor I can see Hollis’ fully erect cock thrusting between her her fully rounded, jiggling cheeks as she gyrates against him. I wonder if she can feel his head, slick with my spit, rubbing against her tight little arsehole. Would she let him fuck her in there? I would. Does he know that all I want to do right now is get all fours and beg him to put it wherever he pleased while I milk every last drop of cum from him? Surely he knows, I can’t make it any more obvious, but he regards me with disinterest, like I’m a plate but Clementine is his meal.
He reaches forwards and placing his palm on the back of my head gently guides my face between Clementine’s legs. Her juices instantly fill my mouth as I run my tongue over her slit. She lets out a moan as she leans against him, bucking her hips towards me. Hollis calls me a slut but she’s just as thirsty as me.
“Oh Clementine you’re such a good girl,” he murmurs into her ear, pinching at her pink, swollen nipples. She moans, not that I would ever dream of questioning Hollis, but I can’t help but think that should be me.
Determined to show them just how good I can be, I bring my tongue up to her clit and begin circling it. Her breathing grows more erratic. I slide a finger inside her cunt. She’s already so wet and moist, there’s a loud sloshing noise I a pump my curled finger inside her. I then place my free hand behind her knee and lift her leg up over my shoulder for better reach. She gasps and I can’t tell if it’s because of that or because I’ve slipped another finger inside her.
All my focus is now all on pleasuring Clementine and proving myself. My head is buried deep between her legs, so that I can no longer see what Hollis is doing. But I can feel his eyes on me, watching me. Evaluating me. I keep on pumping my fingers in and out of her, and running my tongue over her clit, until I feel her pussy tenses and she lets out a cry, louder and more primal than any one she’s let out so far. I keep on going till her breathing begins to slow and she slumps against Hollis. Her leg slides off from my shoulder.
While Clementine is still catching her breath, Hollis carefully turns her around and kisses her on the lips. Wrapping her arms around him, she kisses him back. I go to stand, but Hollis holds out his hand signalling me to stay. He then pushes her dress down past her hips letting it fall on the floor so that she now completely naked. Still knelt down I watch as his fully hard cock pushes against her stomach.
I watch as Clementine removes his tie and undoes the rest of his buttons. I watch as Hollis cups his hands round her plump cheeks lifting her up in the air. She wraps her legs around his waist as he carries her to the bed, and gently lies her down on the mattress. I watch as he towers over her, running his hand over his hard, engorged cock. I lick my lips, and resist the urge to crawl over to his side. He ordered me stay, and I’m nothing if not obedient to him.
“Clementine, you have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now,” Hollis murmurs. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Do you have condoms?” I can’t see her face but Clementine’s voice is quiet and breathy as if in a dream.
“Of course.” Hollis turns to the bedside drawer and takes out the condoms I saw earlier. And the handcuffs. “Just one thing I need to take care of first.”
“Sure,” she nods, running her hands over her naked body. He watches her for a moment before picking up the handcuffs and turning to me.
“You.” His tone is much more matter of fact as he points at me. “Stand.” I do as he says. He grabs me by the back of the neck and pushes me against one of the posts at the foot of the bed. “Hands out.”
I hold out my hands and he cuffs them together so that my arms are wrapped around the pillar. The metal rubs against my wrists. Then reaching up under my skirt from behind he pulls down my underwear, and I feel his finger push up against the entrance of my cunt. My breath catches at the back of my throat as I try to pay attention to what he is saying. I don’t want to miss anything.
“Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you afterwards for all your hard work,” he whispers in my ear. “Would you like that?”
“Yes Sir.”
He gives my swollen lips a sharp pinch before pulling away, and walking back to the other side of the bed. I watch as he opens the condom packet and slides the latex covering over his throbbing dick. I’m aware of both mine and Clementine’s breathing matching each others in anticipation. I watch as Hollis lowers himself down on top of Clementine. And I watch as he covers her entire body in tender, passionate kisses – on her lips and face, and all across her breasts, and then down her stomach and along her thighs. I watch Clementine writhe as he rubs his sheathed cock against her cunt. Small murmurs escape her pouted lips. I watch as Hollis slides his hands under her ass cheeks and holds her in place as he gently slips inside of her. Her lips part freely for him as he slides into her pussy, that I helped lubricate for him.
Clementine whimpers as he slips his entire length inside her, and I can’t help but let out a gasp as I picture its me he’s entering. Clamping his hands around her jutted hipbones he begins to thrust. I really want to touch myself but my cuffed hands won’t reach. I watch his cock driving in and out and can only imagine how good it must feel throbbing and pumping inside. Clementine begins to moan. Matching their rhythm I begin gyrating against the wooden post. Our friendship will probably never be the same again, but I can’t think about that right now. I’ve only got one thought.
Hollis’ hands slide down between the backs of Clementine’s knees as he lifts both her legs up over his muscular shoulders. Her hips buck towards me giving me a better view what is happening. Through the material of my panties, my clit rubs against the intricate carvings on the post, and I stifle back a moan, unsure how Hollis would react. He looks up at me, his deep brown eyes fixed on mine. I bring up my leg and rest my foot on top of the mattress as I hump the post, running my body against it. He picks up the pace as he thrusts harder and deeper inside her. Still looking at me, he reaches down and brushes his fingers over her clit.
I watch as her eyes widen and she throws back her head. I watch as her legs tighten around Hollis, and she cums for him. I watch as Hollis leans down and whispers in her ear, and I only just make out the words, “Good girl.”
He then pulls out of her. His dick is still rock hard and I know he’s not done yet. He tears off the condom and discards it on the bedside table. Sliding his hand up along his cock he turns and looks at me.
“Where should I cum slut?” he growls.
I’ve been waiting for this, and I know exactly what I want. What I deserve. Twisting myself round I manage to mount myself up on top of the bed. Still cuffed to the post I lean forward against it for support. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, and what a mess I’ve become, but that doesn’t matter now. “I want you to cum inside me.”
I feel the mattress shift beneath me as he climbs up. He then leans across me, the weight of his body bearing down on me. His strong, smooth hands grip around my hip bone, pulling me towards him. “You better be on the pill,” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes Sir,” I whimper, pressing myself against him.
“You’re going to be my little cum slut then,” he hisses, before ramming his cock deep inside me, not bothering with any foreplay. But I’m already wet enough to receive him as I swallow him up. His fingers tighten around my hips as he begins thrusting hard and fast inside me, his body slamming into the back of mine.
“Yes I am.”
“Yes what?” He gives my butt cheek a hard, sharp slap.
“Yes Sir,” I gasp.
I feel a sharp pull as he grabs me by the hair and arches my back up towards him. He slides a hand around my throat as he bites down on my neck. I feel slightly light headed, and I’m worried he’s going to leave a mark and I don’t know how I’m going to explain it to my manager if they see it but it feels too good and I thrust even harder against him, desperate to take him all in. To feel ever inch of him filling me up and dominating me.
Tightening his fingers around my throat, he releases his mouth from my neck. As I struggle for breath, my vision beginning to blur. I watch in the mirror as he throws back his head as he releases ropes cum inside me. I can feel it filling me up just like I wanted. He gives my arse one last hard slap before slipping out of me and whispering in my ear, “good girl.”
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