“Is he there with you?” The message looms on the screen of my phone.
My nerves are a mess. My body quivers.
Carefully, my shaking fingers fumble over the text, “Yes, he’s here.”
It’s impossibly still within the room. The hotel air conditioning cools the sheer material of my dress as it hangs, teasingly, over my erect nipples. The uncertainty of the situation hypnotizes me. I wait for further instruction.
“Good. Will you do everything thing I ask?”
I had come this far. I am committed now.
“Of course,” I reply.
I am not sure I can do everything he asks, but at this point I yearn to try. I run my hands down my stomach, my senses are heightened.
The phone lights up with another text, “Will he do everything I ask?”
I look across the room and smile, nervously, at a very willing young man.
“Yes, I believe he will,” I answer.
The next text comes quickly, “Then let us begin. Tell him to stand up.”
I softly tell the man to stand. He rises from the sofa chair. His shirt clings, tightly, to his muscular body. I feel a tingling warmth wash over my skin. The only thing I’m sure of tonight, is that this man will be ravaging me in some way.
“Now tell him to disrobe. Slowly. Completely,” the phone commands.
I’m not too comfortable with being the one calling the shots, but I do as I’m told. This was the deal I made.
I instruct him to remove his clothing. He doesn’t say a word, as he unbuckles his belt. My eyes are drawn to the large bulge in his dress pants. He slides the belt slowly through the hoops of his pants and gently drops it on the bed beside him. His eyes, filled with desire, stare directly through me. His gaze never wavers, as he undoes the snap on his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He steps towards me, out of his pants, and stops. He’s fit, very fit.
“Touch your breasts as he gets undressed,” came another instruction.
He slides his shirt off. His body glistens in the dimly lit room. My hand trembles with the phone in it. I bring my free hand up to my still erect nipples. I run my palm over my right breast and squeeze it firmly. I close my eyes for a moment and imagine his hands on me. My breasts ache to be released. I look back towards my guest. His hands slip into the waist band of his boxers. He pauses for moment, before he lets them drop. His perfect cock springs out, bobbing up and down, in front of him.
I stand, mesmerized, by his rigid member. I long to touch him. To taste him.
I type, “It’s done.”
The phone answers back, “Now, I want you to reach down between your legs.”
My guest watches intently. I move my hand down towards my pussy.
“Firmly, grab a hold of yourself.”
With my palm planted above my clit, I grab a handful of my pussy and move my hand in a circular motion. My eyes close. My finger tips dab into the wetness through my panties. Deftly, I slide my hand inside. My pussy is dripping. As I take hold again, two fingers slip in with ease.
“That should be enough. Stop.”
“Stand up and face him.”
I stand up to face the stud before me. He, very patiently, awaits his next instruction. He, also, knows the deal and is glad to wait for his prize.
“Tell him to begin stroking himself.”
He brings his hand to his member, lubing his fingers with precum, sliding his hand up and down his shaft with long slow strokes. His gaze remains fixed on me. My panties, dripping wet, cling to my swollen pussy. I need to feel him inside me.
“Is he using one hand?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Is there room for two?”
I watch the long strokes and see there is plenty of real estate on his cock for a second hand.
“Yes,” I answer, again.
“Tell him to use two hands and then take off your clothing. I want you completely nude.”
I pull my dress over my head to reveal my tits to him. I instruct him to use two hands. He quickly obliges. He begins to use a slow twisting motion on himself, squeezing more precum to his tip.
I slide my panties down to my ankles and kick them off, onto the bed. It takes every ounce of will power not to kneel before him and devour his cock.
“Hand him the phone, then lay on the bed.”
I hesitate for a brief moment. This is unexpected, but I proceed with the request.
I hand the phone to him, the tip of his cock brushes my leg as I turn towards the bed. I lay down on the bed and look over to him. He inspects the screen, then places the phone on the table.
He opens a drawer and pulls out a blindfold and walks over to me. He gently lifts my head placing the blindfold over my eyes. I am lost in my expectations. I hear rustling around me, alongside the bed. Then I feel him grasp my left hand. He ties something around my wrist. It’s taut. Then my other wrist is tied. Helpless, I lay in the center of the bed, bound and blindfolded.
I can faintly hear him move about the room. Some rustling here and there. My mind races with possibilities. I feel him climb onto the bed next to me. He doesn’t touch me. Not at first. The waiting is unbearable. Then, something warm covers my chest. A warm liquid drizzles between my breasts. It feels slick. Slowly, a line is poured down my body, stopping briefly at my vagina, before dribbling a warm stream over my clit. I pull against my restraints, the urge to rub the oil in is driving me insane. He raises from the bed and leaves me to soak in the warm oil.
The phone buzzes on the nearby table. Tiny streams of oil roll down the side of my body. I can hear him, but have no idea what he is doing. Then I feel it.
Something cold, not a hand, begins to spread the oil all over my body. The sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s firm and slick, gliding over my breasts, flicking my erect nipples as it runs over them. Slowly, he moves the object across my stomach, continuing down each of my legs. It feels amazing. As the object inches up to my pussy, I feel it change position. A rounded tip traces my right leg, up to my waist and then back down my left leg. And then it’s gone.
A few moments pass and it appears again, circling my left nipple and then my right. My breasts are so sensitive it almost hurts. He teases my breast a little longer before moving his attention south.
Never leaving my body, he drags the object along my stomach to just above my clit and begins to slide it up and down both sides of my pussy. I’m so swollen at this point that I don’t even care what this object is. I want him to put it in me. Almost as if he could see into my mind, he brings the object to my swollen lips and pushes the tip ever so gently inside me. My back arches up, trying to push down on it. I can’t stand it. I want it all the way in. He doesn’t give it to me. The phone buzzes again and the object is removed.
My tied hands are now becoming really frustrating. I want to touch myself. I want to feel a cock, something, anything at this point. I hear some more shuffling. I hear him place the phone down on a table. I feel the bed move.
He climbs onto the end of the bed, grabs hold of my ankles and begins to slide his hands up my oiled legs. He crawls his way up my body. I can feel his balls brush over my pussy. He works his way up to my chest and straddles me. His cock lays between my breasts. I feel helpless beneath him, but I’d rather be no where else. He grasps my breasts and begins to knead them, pinching and pulling on my nipples. His cock slides back and forth between my tits. I can feel him harden.
His hands leave my breasts and grab hold of my head. Lifting my head up, he pulls me towards him. I feel the tip of his cock on my lips. He moves it slowly across my mouth and then begins to lightly slap my cheeks with his manhood.
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
I do as he asks.
“Good,” he responds. “Now stick your tongue out.”
Again, I comply.
He lays his cock on my tongue and pushes into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip. He lets out a moan. He, slowly, starts to fuck my mouth. I can’t pull away even if I want to as he has a firm grasp on my head. After a few thrusts, I feel him arch over me and my head falls back onto the bed and he begins to fuck my mouth faster. I can tell he’s working himself up, but he remains in control and never pushes too far into me. He stops and rolls off of me, when the phone buzzes again.
I take a moment to catch my breath. I wonder what he could be up to now. Then I feel him slide my panties back up my legs. He pulls them all the way on and after a few moments pass, I feel an object I know all too well. He secures my Hitachi wand with my panties, placing it square on my pussy. He rubs my body down and turns on the wand. The vibrations shoot through my body. Even on low, this will have me cumming in seconds.
I try to listen over the sound of the wand, but don’t hear anything for a while. I give in to my vibrator and allow it to work my pussy into a wet mess. If only I could get my hands on it. It feels great, but I could use an adjustment to get it in just the right spot. I’m going to cum either way.
A door clicking open snapped me to attention. Then I hear the door close. There is no movement in the room that I can sense.
“Did he leave? Am I all alone?” I wonder.
The vibrator is relentlessly pulsating. I can’t resist anymore. I grab my restraints tightly and begin to cum uncontrollably over and over.
It felt like hours, before the door clicked open again. I want to tell whoever is there to turn off the wand, but can only muster a low moan. Thankfully, whoever walked in pulls the wand off me right away and removes it. My body lies limp upon the bed.
“Are you ready for the rest?” my husbands voice asks.
I sigh, “the rest?”
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c52gd8/pretending_to_be_a_prostitute_a_vixen_puts_on_a
Good writing.