So here we are, you on your hands and knee, naked as the day you came into this world, though far less innocent now, you beautiful little ass and cunt in the wind. Us, here, in this outdated little hotel room a place where we can make every sound imaginable and no one will so much as think twice. Neither of us have to risk revealing our true lives, our true personas, we are here for the carnal, I the master and you my sweet subservient supple lady.
In the cab I had told you if you soaked through your dress and left a wet mark in the back seat I’d have to punish you. The mere mention of that and I heard your heart flutter, your neck flushed as I kissed at it sliding my hand up your baby-soft inner thigh to caress at the sweet valley of paradise within. Your panties were soaked in no time, I slid my fingers beneath them my thumb steadily rolling back and forth across your clit, middle and ring finger stroking your lips, encouraging the flowing juices in their march down to your tight little asshole and then onto the seat of your dress.
You were simultaneously appalled and entranced, not knowing where to look the horror of suspecting that the cabby knew all too well what was happening, yet the delight both of the exhibition and the pulsating waves of pleasure emanating from your nethers.