11-01-2023, 07:16 PM
COLLECTED
He seemed very charming - unfailingly polite, just up to edge of flirting, never quite crossing it. Eye contact always, except when she'd bent over to pick up the coaster she'd dropped. And when she caught him at that, he just winked at her, very secure in himself; never a question there would be any awkwardness in being caught.
When he asked her to come back with him it really wasn't a question. She'd been enthralled by his easy-going manner and was anxious to find out exactly how nice he could be. The hotel was suave and she felt exceptionally glamorous on his arm walking through the posh lobby in her cocktail dress, on the arm of such a handsome suit.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, he turned to her and gripped her firmly, pulling her close against him. She could feel the outline of his muscles underneath the silk suit, and immediately melted into waiting embrace. Fourteen uninterrupted floors later and she collected her thong from the floor where it had fallen; victim to his desperately probing fingers and her complete lack of desire to keep them on.
Before she could straighten she felt his hands all over her behind, feeling every contour, and yet somehow in the firmness she knew she wasn't stand up fully. She drew her head level with her ass, and looked over her shoulder at him curiously. He grinned a very dangerous grin, full of dangerous promises. Promises on which she felt certain he would deliver. She gyrated her ass against his hand, and tried to convey just how willing and ready she was to get to the room.
"Who's my good girl." he murmured, as he gently pushed her forward, giving directions to the room quietly, forcing her to lead. She knew he was looking at her ass, and found herself pulling her dress higher as they walked. By the time they reached the room it was not only obvious but plain she wasn't wearing any underwear. A porter approached from the other end of the hall just as they were reaching the door pushing a luggage cart. She squeaked and tried to drop the dress back down, but his iron grip stopped her before she could do more than flinch.
The porter walked past, pointedly looking away in a way that screamed he knew what was going on. A rush of heat throbbed to her clit and she moaned involuntarily. The porter looked back in reflex, and they made eye contact. The throbbing continued as he looked away, and suddenly, she was desperate and needy in a way that made the walk across the floor seem serene in comparison.
Still in the hallway she unzipped the dress, and let it fall to floor. His eyes drunk her in, and she could see her need reflected on his face. She unhooked the bra, and he stepped forward, and slipped two fingers in her very wet and willing slit. She moaned, a prolonged animalistic sound of pure need. "I'll take that." He murmured to her as he took the bra from her unresisting hands and using his fingers in her pussy as a guide, firmly swung her around and led her into the room.
She was marched in a hold she couldn't ignore to the bed, and pushed firmly so she was lying on her back. She was suddenly struck by how in control he was - she was naked, being led around by her desire in more ways than one; while he was fully dressed and had her very firmly in hand.
He smiled at her sudden uncertainty, seemingly unfazed. He reached into her sopping pussy again and brought his fingers to her lips. "Don't worry darling. I think you're very much looking forward to this."
Face burning red in shame at her uncontained arousal, she managed to stop sucking her juices from his fingers long enough to force out, "Oh god yes. Please." He chuckled softly, which somehow had a very dangerous undertone to it, and leaned in close to her face. "Please what?" he whispered in her ear. "Please play with you? Make love to you? Make you scream? Beg? Plead? Use your words."
She whimpered around his fingers. "Take me." He chuckled again. "Oh, I plan to, don't you worry. But before I do, I need to know you'll be up to the task." With that he pushed her legs back, knelt in front of her, and licked straight up her drenched slit. She moaned and writhed under his touch as he started to work her clit slowly.
Circling it softly with his tongue, rubbing his nose over it, tongue lapping at her wetness, she was beginning to buck against him, exhorting him to do more. "Fuck, yes, please, more, harder!" she cried, and yet he maintained the slow pace, the soft feels. She reached at his head in her desperate need and quick as a flash his hands took hers, pinning them beneath her ass, effectively immobilising her. "Oh no dearest, we want to enjoy this. No interference from you, thank you."
She moaned at those words and wish she hadn't felt her fuckhole quiver at how easily he'd taken her over, removed her ability to have any control over the situation. He kept the slow pace until she was humping against him with abandon, unable to breath in more than shallow gasps. And then he just stopped.
She mewled at him to keep going, but unaffected by her need he stood and swung her around the bed her head was now the closest part of her to him. She heard his trousers unzip, and she was presented with the prettiest cock she thought she'd ever seen. "Suck."
She reached up her mouth and took the hardening member as deeply as she could, filling her vision with his balls, before bobbing up to meet it with all the enthusiasm she could muster. She could still feel her cunt aching to be played with again, and that must have been obvious in the way she was humping the air because she heard him give a very self-satisfied noise deep in his throat. She could feel him reaching for something she couldn't see.
"Now you need to understand something," he started to say as she felt him turn back to her. "You're mine. I come first; your pleasure happens only because I want it, and whether you cum is only because I say so. You do not cum without my express permission, do you understand?"
She tried to nod her head, but given she was upside with a mouthful of cock it didn't work very well. She followed up with trying to verbally confirm, and all that happened was she sounded like she was moaning at the thought. Which as she thought about it wasn't incorrect even in the slightest. Either way it was clear he understood because he made a noise that sounded like acceptance and reached across her.
A buzzing broke the slurping silence she made against his cock, and suddenly her clit was dancing and she bucked against the vibrator. "That's right, do the pleasure dance. But you don't cum, remember? And my pleasure comes first." She moaned, bucking her hips and pressing upwards with her head, trying to engulf as much of his cock as possible down her throat.
He casually played the vibrator across her clit as she worked him over. Rubbing from side to side, taking it completely off her clit; sometimes rubbing it down her dripping cunt and back up again; sometimes hovering it over her, watching her desperately push her hips up and up to maintain the contact. Removing it completely when he felt she wasn't paying nearly enough attention to his cock.
Mewling and needy, she starts desperately humping the vibrator, unable to think, needing the release. As he realises just how close to the edge she is, he removes the vibrator completely and grips her head, and instead of allowing her to bob up and down his dick, he starts fucking her face. Slowly, but going all the way; hitting her gag reflex and holding her firmly in place, until she can breathe. Pull out, back in, all the way. Slowly but consistently; passionless and inexorable.
She starts getting used to the rhythm; her gagging is slightly less with each repetition. So he ups the pace, no less deliberately or forcefully; just faster. And faster. Always in control, never losing his head or his pace; never giving her a chance to breathe except exactly when he wanted. She couldn't work out why being used so dispassionately was still fuelling her desire, her need - she was pressing her hips up towards him with every down stroke, desperately mimicking his actions in reverse.
Eventually she felt him crack; his movements became slightly erratic, no longer able to maintain the careful rhythm. Her cunt gushed and quivered knowing what was coming; he started jack hammering at her face fuck hole well past her gag reflex, still ignoring it, before an extremely powerful final thrust brought his climax, spewing his cum all the way down her throat. She was coughing, gagging; but he was relentless, holding her with his full length as far down as he could go. She tried to swallow what she could through the coughing but it was too much; she just couldn't take it all.
Eventually, after his orgasm had subsided, he pulled out and let her splutter and cough as she needed. The calm demeanour was back; he smiled down on her wracked body. "Good girl." He cooed down at her. "You took that as well as I could have hoped. You'll do very nicely."
Despite the torment of being used that way, her body still responded. Her nipples stiffened again and her slickness renewed down her thighs. She couldn't help it. Even as she panted and tipped her head so the cum she couldn't swallow dripped off her face onto the bed covers, her fingers sought her wetness and began to bring herself to the orgasm she needed. Her eyes closing with the strength of her need.
He seemed very charming - unfailingly polite, just up to edge of flirting, never quite crossing it. Eye contact always, except when she'd bent over to pick up the coaster she'd dropped. And when she caught him at that, he just winked at her, very secure in himself; never a question there would be any awkwardness in being caught.
When he asked her to come back with him it really wasn't a question. She'd been enthralled by his easy-going manner and was anxious to find out exactly how nice he could be. The hotel was suave and she felt exceptionally glamorous on his arm walking through the posh lobby in her cocktail dress, on the arm of such a handsome suit.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, he turned to her and gripped her firmly, pulling her close against him. She could feel the outline of his muscles underneath the silk suit, and immediately melted into waiting embrace. Fourteen uninterrupted floors later and she collected her thong from the floor where it had fallen; victim to his desperately probing fingers and her complete lack of desire to keep them on.
Before she could straighten she felt his hands all over her behind, feeling every contour, and yet somehow in the firmness she knew she wasn't stand up fully. She drew her head level with her ass, and looked over her shoulder at him curiously. He grinned a very dangerous grin, full of dangerous promises. Promises on which she felt certain he would deliver. She gyrated her ass against his hand, and tried to convey just how willing and ready she was to get to the room.
"Who's my good girl." he murmured, as he gently pushed her forward, giving directions to the room quietly, forcing her to lead. She knew he was looking at her ass, and found herself pulling her dress higher as they walked. By the time they reached the room it was not only obvious but plain she wasn't wearing any underwear. A porter approached from the other end of the hall just as they were reaching the door pushing a luggage cart. She squeaked and tried to drop the dress back down, but his iron grip stopped her before she could do more than flinch.
The porter walked past, pointedly looking away in a way that screamed he knew what was going on. A rush of heat throbbed to her clit and she moaned involuntarily. The porter looked back in reflex, and they made eye contact. The throbbing continued as he looked away, and suddenly, she was desperate and needy in a way that made the walk across the floor seem serene in comparison.
Still in the hallway she unzipped the dress, and let it fall to floor. His eyes drunk her in, and she could see her need reflected on his face. She unhooked the bra, and he stepped forward, and slipped two fingers in her very wet and willing slit. She moaned, a prolonged animalistic sound of pure need. "I'll take that." He murmured to her as he took the bra from her unresisting hands and using his fingers in her pussy as a guide, firmly swung her around and led her into the room.
She was marched in a hold she couldn't ignore to the bed, and pushed firmly so she was lying on her back. She was suddenly struck by how in control he was - she was naked, being led around by her desire in more ways than one; while he was fully dressed and had her very firmly in hand.
He smiled at her sudden uncertainty, seemingly unfazed. He reached into her sopping pussy again and brought his fingers to her lips. "Don't worry darling. I think you're very much looking forward to this."
Face burning red in shame at her uncontained arousal, she managed to stop sucking her juices from his fingers long enough to force out, "Oh god yes. Please." He chuckled softly, which somehow had a very dangerous undertone to it, and leaned in close to her face. "Please what?" he whispered in her ear. "Please play with you? Make love to you? Make you scream? Beg? Plead? Use your words."
She whimpered around his fingers. "Take me." He chuckled again. "Oh, I plan to, don't you worry. But before I do, I need to know you'll be up to the task." With that he pushed her legs back, knelt in front of her, and licked straight up her drenched slit. She moaned and writhed under his touch as he started to work her clit slowly.
Circling it softly with his tongue, rubbing his nose over it, tongue lapping at her wetness, she was beginning to buck against him, exhorting him to do more. "Fuck, yes, please, more, harder!" she cried, and yet he maintained the slow pace, the soft feels. She reached at his head in her desperate need and quick as a flash his hands took hers, pinning them beneath her ass, effectively immobilising her. "Oh no dearest, we want to enjoy this. No interference from you, thank you."
She moaned at those words and wish she hadn't felt her fuckhole quiver at how easily he'd taken her over, removed her ability to have any control over the situation. He kept the slow pace until she was humping against him with abandon, unable to breath in more than shallow gasps. And then he just stopped.
She mewled at him to keep going, but unaffected by her need he stood and swung her around the bed her head was now the closest part of her to him. She heard his trousers unzip, and she was presented with the prettiest cock she thought she'd ever seen. "Suck."
She reached up her mouth and took the hardening member as deeply as she could, filling her vision with his balls, before bobbing up to meet it with all the enthusiasm she could muster. She could still feel her cunt aching to be played with again, and that must have been obvious in the way she was humping the air because she heard him give a very self-satisfied noise deep in his throat. She could feel him reaching for something she couldn't see.
"Now you need to understand something," he started to say as she felt him turn back to her. "You're mine. I come first; your pleasure happens only because I want it, and whether you cum is only because I say so. You do not cum without my express permission, do you understand?"
She tried to nod her head, but given she was upside with a mouthful of cock it didn't work very well. She followed up with trying to verbally confirm, and all that happened was she sounded like she was moaning at the thought. Which as she thought about it wasn't incorrect even in the slightest. Either way it was clear he understood because he made a noise that sounded like acceptance and reached across her.
A buzzing broke the slurping silence she made against his cock, and suddenly her clit was dancing and she bucked against the vibrator. "That's right, do the pleasure dance. But you don't cum, remember? And my pleasure comes first." She moaned, bucking her hips and pressing upwards with her head, trying to engulf as much of his cock as possible down her throat.
He casually played the vibrator across her clit as she worked him over. Rubbing from side to side, taking it completely off her clit; sometimes rubbing it down her dripping cunt and back up again; sometimes hovering it over her, watching her desperately push her hips up and up to maintain the contact. Removing it completely when he felt she wasn't paying nearly enough attention to his cock.
Mewling and needy, she starts desperately humping the vibrator, unable to think, needing the release. As he realises just how close to the edge she is, he removes the vibrator completely and grips her head, and instead of allowing her to bob up and down his dick, he starts fucking her face. Slowly, but going all the way; hitting her gag reflex and holding her firmly in place, until she can breathe. Pull out, back in, all the way. Slowly but consistently; passionless and inexorable.
She starts getting used to the rhythm; her gagging is slightly less with each repetition. So he ups the pace, no less deliberately or forcefully; just faster. And faster. Always in control, never losing his head or his pace; never giving her a chance to breathe except exactly when he wanted. She couldn't work out why being used so dispassionately was still fuelling her desire, her need - she was pressing her hips up towards him with every down stroke, desperately mimicking his actions in reverse.
Eventually she felt him crack; his movements became slightly erratic, no longer able to maintain the careful rhythm. Her cunt gushed and quivered knowing what was coming; he started jack hammering at her face fuck hole well past her gag reflex, still ignoring it, before an extremely powerful final thrust brought his climax, spewing his cum all the way down her throat. She was coughing, gagging; but he was relentless, holding her with his full length as far down as he could go. She tried to swallow what she could through the coughing but it was too much; she just couldn't take it all.
Eventually, after his orgasm had subsided, he pulled out and let her splutter and cough as she needed. The calm demeanour was back; he smiled down on her wracked body. "Good girl." He cooed down at her. "You took that as well as I could have hoped. You'll do very nicely."
Despite the torment of being used that way, her body still responded. Her nipples stiffened again and her slickness renewed down her thighs. She couldn't help it. Even as she panted and tipped her head so the cum she couldn't swallow dripped off her face onto the bed covers, her fingers sought her wetness and began to bring herself to the orgasm she needed. Her eyes closing with the strength of her need.
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