She had done it. She had walked into the hotel, told them her name, and the desk clerk handed her a key. That doesn't sound so bad, but telling a complete stranger your name is His-BigTits, isn't as easy as you'd think.
But she was here now. In the room, quiet surrounding her. Not even the traffic on the street could be heard. She was alone. She gazed about the room and took in her surroundings. Everything was pretty standard, bed and bathroom. Except for the big box in the corner labeled, NOT FOR YOUR EYES, don't look or you'll regret it. She pulled out her phone, checked her email and there was one from him.
"You look lovely my pet, now follow the steps I gave you before, you have 30 minutes.
She looked at the time he sent it, ten minutes ago. Shit! Now it's only 20! You quickly let your hair down and let it fall, to let the kink of the bun fall out for him. Then you strip, jump into the bathroom and lather up everything. He wants you freshly shaven, everywhere. That means legs, underarms, forearms and of course your pussy, you want everything fresh for him.
That alone takes you fifteen minutes and you start to panic. You only have a small idea of what he has in store for you, but you know he won't mess around with your being late. It's the first time you're meeting in person, and you know you can't fail him now.
There a small bottle of perfume you notice as you dry off, with another note that reads, for you. You put it where he told you. Between you DD tits, and right above your freshly shaved slit. It's for him, not you.
Quickly, without looking at the time, you throw your heals back on and kneel facing the window, back to the door. Trying to catch your breath. Any air at all at this point, you're not sure if its from the running or if you're so scared you simply can't breathe.
Less than a minute later the door opens, and you feel the cold air rush on your back and you involuntarily shiver and make a small moan.
"Since this is the first time we're meeting, I will let that pass, but just this once. Understood?"
In your fluster you almost forget to answer him. "Yes Sir."
"Stand up BigTits, I want to inspect you. There is no point in us continuing this if you can't follow simple directions."
You stand up, he roughly spins you around and again you lose your breath. He grabs your nipple suddenly and twists, hard. You lose your breath again, and he twists harder, the other direction.
"Do you understand?" He says it roughly, a cruel undertone in his voice.
"Yes Sir" I whisper.
Tears prick your eyes. "Stand up straight, hold your arms out, and spread your legs, wide." He says this as he walks into the bathroom to see the towel laid disheveled over the towel bar, and checks to make sure the perfume has been used.
He walks back to you unbuttoning his shirt. He stops, looks at you, taking you in, all of you. Every insecurity you've ever had crosses your mind, you want nothing more than to be pleasing to him, in every way, and your body is no exception.
He suddenly reaches out, wraps his hand roughly around your throat. You make no sound, now you know better, and you just look at him, unable to breathe, but you look him straight in the eye.
Hands still out, legs spread... you don't move, just stare.
He lessens his grip only slightly, so you can breathe, but only just barely. With his other hand he begins his inspection. Starting with your breasts, he caresses them and takes his time over the nipples, getting them hard slowly. He then takes the back of his hand and caresses your arms, moves down the side of you and checks your legs.
You are so aware of his touch. You're not sure you can stand up for it, it is its own drug. Intoxicating you, he notices and again tightens his grip on your throat. Yep, you're back. Back to where you stand. You no longer belong to yourself, you are his, and you have been reminded of that. He slowly moves up to your pussy after he knows you are focused, and gently feels its softness.
"You little slut, you're already dripping." He brings his hand up to your nose, loosens his grip and then says "Smell your pussy Slut." You breathe it in deeply. You know the smell of yourself as he has made you smell yourself over and over again in virtual play. But you've never been allowed to taste it. You told him that you hadn't once in conversation, and he made you promise that you wouldn't until it was off of him.
You look at him again, straight in the eye. He's looking in yours. "Do you like the way your pussy smells Slut?"
"You know I do Sir." He suddenly grips your throat hard again, and plunges three of his fingers deep inside your pussy, he presses in hard and pulls out just enough to do it again, and again, and again. You can feel you juices running down your inner thigh, and suddenly he pulls out of you, loosens his grip on your throat, and holds his dripping wet hand up to your face. Again, he's looking you straight in the eye, and without another word puts his fingers in his own mouth. He tastes you, while you watch, slowly and deliberately.
"Mmmmmm, you are sweet."
"Thank you Sir" is all you can say, frustration building inside of you. He then tells you to kneel in front of him. He finishes taking off his shirt, and instructs you to slowly take off his pants. You raise your hands up, and unbuckle his belt. You pull it off and use your neck as a place to hang it. You unbutton him, and then unzip his pants. Gingerly, you reach up with both hands and pull his boxers and pants down all at the same time, as his cock bulges inches from your face. You continue to look forward, straight at his cock, but bend to the side to let him step out of his pants. He steps away and you look up at him, your eyes wide. He's much bigger than you anticipated. This is supposed to be a first night to meet but also a first night for all the other stuff. Sure you've had sex before, but not like this.
