I spent the following day in an air conditioned room listening to someone in a suit go and on about their products, while all the time my mind wondered back to my hotel room, imagining the dirty delights that awaited me there. I so enjoyed my stolen time with my slut, pushing both our boundaries, boundaries that would shock and disgust so called 'normal' people. Is anyone really normal? Or do we all have dirty little secrets? Maybe only some of us dare unlock the Pandora's box of our deepest desires, allowing them to break through when we find someone with the key to help us?
All I know is that my slut had revealed a dark and nasty sexual power within me, which is exactly the master she herself craved – someone willing to use her totally, control, degrade, humiliate, and excite. Giving me pleasure was her life in our sessions together – and giving her pleasure was my reward to her being such a good slut.
So deep was my daydreaming I hardly noticed that my meeting was up, and our host was packing up for the day. Quickly gathering my things I left the building with far more a spring in my step than when I entered, each step taking me closer to another night of raw pleasure. Tonight we planned to meet in the hotel bar – our toys left up on the hotel room we shared the night before.
Twenty minutes later, walking against the tide of faceless humanity that is England's capital city at 5:30pm, I reached our hotel, grinning from ear to ear like a silly schoolboy. Well why not, I could again relax properly, first starting in the cocktail bar. Retrieving my key from the reception, I let myself into our room, quickly taking a welcome shower after the grubby sweaty time in the streets of London. Quickly getting changed I left one little item in preparation of our night to come – a fabric belt I had with me, which had 'soft' metal eyelets down its length (not enough to cut.. but enough to add a little spice). 'That is something nice for later' I thought to myself, and headed down to the luxurious bar.
I spent the next thirty minutes or so sipping cold beers, while playing a game of people watching, enjoying some of the sights – pretty girls showing off more than ample amounts of their carefully waxed legs. More than pretty, but probably not near exciting enough when it came to sex. How many would turn away disgusted at the acts my slut was more than willing to enjoy? Their loss... refused to let completely go in their controlled lives.
Realising I had a text message, I began to read, my slut was on her way, about time I bought some wine for the two of us then! I chose a light white Pinot Grigio, knowing that my slut had a delicate palette (ok, she's a fussy eater!), and took it back to my table in the essential ice bucket; essential in this hot weather anyway.
Just in time! My slut appeared while my attention was distracted, pouring myself a generous glass of wine. A short hug in greeting, a small peck on the cheek, hiding our naughtiness for the moment from everyone around us. If only they knew! A married man and his personal fuck toy meeting up for some very less than pure sex.
We started chatting about our day, drinking freely as we gossiped, and as the wine flowed, so did my tongue. I ordered another bottle, wanting us both more than relaxed before we headed back to the room, using the opportunity to sit closer, letting our legs rub together, my hand sliding down the small of her back, stroking her through the thin material of her blouse. Maybe it was the touch, or the amount of wine, but suddenly the small talk was over, and the main course began.
Leaning over so she could almost whisper in my ear, my slut looked into my eyes with a mischievous grin; a look I knew meant she was getting horny. "So then," she began, "are you going to fuck my arse tonight?" she asked, her hand finding its way to within a few inches of my suddenly interested cock. She's just such a fucking anal slut..
"You'll see," I teased, wanting her to squirm a little. "You're going to drink down more of my cum before the nights out," I promised. "Maybe I'll make you taste your arse on my cock, you know I need to see you do that slut."
"Mmmm, and maybe you'll make me piss for you too, is that why you are making me drink all this wine?" Damn she was good, turning me on so much she knew I couldn't stay in the bar much longer, not where there was now more fun to be had upstairs.
Downing the last glass of wine down in one, I nodded with a smile towards the door, and we rushed out, heading to the small lift. I couldn't wait for the doors to shut, just the two of us together again. I pushed her hard against the steel wall of the lift, kissing her so hard our teeth almost ground together, my chest pinning her to the wall. Being only on the third floor, we broke away again almost instantly; stealing those five seconds to ourselves, knowing so much more was to come.
Entering the room I spied the belt I had left earlier, ready to be put to use. We wasted no time, clothes near falling off us being left discard on the floor. I grabbed the slut's hair, both wanting me to take control now, time for the 'nice' world to be left outside, time for the animal sex to start.
"Do you need a piss slut?" I demanded, rubbing my fingers over her already sopping wet pussy.
"Yes master," she gasped, opening her legs so I could feel the heat of her hungry cunt.
"Good, because I want to see you piss for me. Let me see you piss yourself you fucking dirty whore."
She whimpered as I dragged her into the adjoining bathroom, telling her to get into the bath. "Stand there with your leg up on the side of the bath slut. That's it, now use your fingers, open yourself up for me. God that's it, you look so fucking nasty like that, such a cheap whore." I goaded her, humiliating her just how I know she loves it, getting her hotter by the second. "Now do it slut, piss for your master. Degrade yourself totally for me, piss!" I ordered, getting drunk on both the wine and the power. She half closed her eyes, muttering 'yes, yes' to herself, loving the feeling flowing through her body as we both got carried away. I could see her straining, straining to obey me, to force her body to do something so nasty, so dirty, just for her master because it would please me.
I held my hand just below her open cunt, waiting to feel the hot golden juices when she finally released, a physical sensation of our relationship. "Do it slut, you fucking pig, piss for me now!" I barked through gritted teeth, animal drive pushing me into a nastier demeanour.
"Oh god!" she uttered, as the first slight stream started to flow. My eyes were transfixed as I watched it turn into a torrent, her cunt opening up to allow the flow. I pushed my fingers up, rubbing her pussy as the piss covered my fingers, a stream they now could not stem. It felt.. so hot.. so .. fucking nasty.
As I watched the last few drops leak from her cunt, I had another nasty thought. So I took my piss covered hand, and rubbed it through her hair, slicking back her locks with her own golden offering. I could see the delight in her eyes, she so loves to hair her hair made wet and messy; usually taboo, but to her a big turn on. "Open your mouth slut. I need cleaning." I taunted, wanting to continue the limit pushing. Obediently she opened wide, her tongue not even pausing to lap at my salty fingers, tasting her own forbidden fluids, completing her toilet training. Feeling a wave of sexual energy course through me at her actions, sucking my fingers clean, I couldn't help but abuse her; "You nasty fucking whore – look at you, sucking your own piss off my fingers. You're just a nasty cum hungry animal aren't you slut? You'd fuck anyone, anything for me, wouldn't you?" I demanded, gagging her on my fingers, pushing them deep in her mouth, only pulling out to hear her reply.