I had just checked into my hotel. I was on a business trip with a colleague. He’s the kind of guy that always wants to go to a strip club and always buys himself a lap dance or more. He had been on me for years to join him, but I have a work image to keep up. He’s never getting promoted because everyone knows what he’s about.
I am the family man, as far as my office is concerned. 2.3 kids a wife, dog and white picket fence home is how everyone sees me. They probably even think I sang in the church choir and lead my boy scout troop.
The reality is, I sleep around and I am very kinky. I’ve been a young bull for an older couple. I’ve had sex with sisters on the same night. I’ve dabbled in bondage and orgasm torture. I even had a threesome with a couple.
I had already taken off my shirt when there was a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw a young woman dressed like a slut. She wore a shiney skirt that revealed her panties and really couldn’t hold her boobs in. She wore a lot of makeup to complete the look. I estimated early twenties, right body and C cups.
I opened the door and asked her what she wanted. Her response “I was sent to do whatever you want.”
This had to be my coworker. “Fuck it” I thought to myself. I’ll use her and deny everything. I’ll just tell him she never came or inturned her away or something.
“Show me your tits” I commanded her. She was clearly submissive and I wanted to test her. She tried to walk by me, but I stopped her at the door. “Did I say you could come in?”
She looked me in the eye, then shook her head and took a step back. After a quick look around, she pulled her top down and revealed to supple, firm breasts.
“Ok, you can come in. But if you do, understand that you can’t leave until I say and nothing I can do can be considered assault or rape. Is that understood?”
She nodded her head and walked in. Like a good sub, she had not covered her breasts. When the door clicked behind me I went to my most aggressive personality.
Slamming her body against the wall, I had her by the neck. I pushed her up just enough that her feet didn’t hold her weight. My nose was nearly touching her face and for a moment I held her there and breathed heavily while she struggled to breath.
“I own you.” I growled in a low, hushed voice. “I own your pussy. I own your ass. I own your mouth. You don’t even breath unless I allow it, is that understood slut?”
She nodded yes. I rewarded her by relaxing my grip for a moment. After she took half a deep breath, I squeezed her neck again and pushed her toward the bed. When I let go, she stumbled and fell on the mattress.
“Did I say you could sit?!” I barked.
“No Sir. I’m sorry.” She was still gasping for air with her apology. When she stood up, I grabbed her neck again. Her arms were folded behind her back. She knew how to behave. She knew her job right now was to show that she would let me do anything I wanted.
Her face was turning red so I dropped her again with a little push. She fell onto the bed again.
“Seriously, who told you to sit?”
“I’m sorry sir” she coughed as she recovered.
“Take that dress off whore.”
She complied readily. When the dress hit the floor, she revealed a pristine, soft skin with only a hot pink thong covering any part of her body.