First Order
Part 1
It was quiet inside the room, with the exception of the air conditioner. It was freezing cold, but he insisted on it being set to 65Β°. Her nipples were hard and tight as she scurried from room to room gathering and placing objects here and there, again, as he had insisted. She took another sip of her drink to finish it off and calm her nerves. She liked tasks, even difficult ones that weren't obvious as to their need, especially in this situation.
She was given cash in an envelope with specific instructions as to the motel, her outfit, her makeup, her hair, the various household items she was required to gather and bring before opening the door - regardless of her needs, and of course the time to arrive and the time she would leave, post encounter.
She had made up an excuse to leave for the evening to visit a sick friend so that her husband wouldn't question her absence. Not that he cared, he had his own distractions and this helped to even the score.
She was a bit nervous, which was probably to be expected, she thought to herself. This was a first for her, at least for this type of encounter.
She glanced at the alarm clock on the table next to the queen sized bed, she had about twenty minutes until the possibility that she would hear a knock.
Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. She froze! She quickly realized that she was completely naked, with the exception of her high heels, the clothespins attached to her nipples, the rubber band used to put her hair into a ponytail, and the blindfold she held tightly in her left hand...the knock was singular. Just, one, knock. She stood frozen at the edge of the bed. She didn't even breathe. He had specified that there would be three knocks, a pause of three seconds, and then two knocks, and a pause of two seconds, and then a single knock...had she missed the other knocks? She wanted so badly to draw back the curtain over the air conditioner under the window so she could at least calm herself. This was nerve racking!
She waited. A full minute went by, or so it seemed. She'd forgotten to breathe! She gasped for air at the last moment. Still, nothing. No more knocks. No footsteps outside the door. No scurrying of feet. No voice saying, "Room service!"
Nothing but the air conditioner.
She finally decided that it was a false alarm. Probably some homeless person trying to get something from whomever would open the door.
She decided to continue setting up for his arrival. She went to the closet and felt inside the bag and found both bells. She attached them to the clothespins and eyed her handiwork. She'd found the two small bells in a second hand store. Just light enough so that they wouldn't pull the clothespins off, but they did pull a little, which made her nipples ache. There would be more of this later, she was sure of it...and this excited her.
Her last task was to set up her phone on the tripod, frame herself, set the timer to take the pic, apply her blindfold and quickly kneel in front of the camera with her mouth open - indicating a welcomed haven for his girthy cock, and wait to hear the click of the camera in her phone.
She sat waiting until she realized she'd turned off the volume on her phone! A silly oversight, but in retrospect, she decided she would probably be punished for a silly mistake like this. The thought of a spanking sent a quiver through her pussy...which, in turn, made her wet. Dammit. If she was wet when he arrived she'd be punished for that as well...she thought for a moment and realized, WIN WIN!
She quickly jumped up to grab the phone and turn the volume back on, but in the process both bells came off and she had to scramble to pick them up, replace them back on the clothespins, and then set up the camera again. Her mind whirled as she raced to beat the clock...four minutes left...she quickly repositioned herself and waited for the click. Finally it came. She slowly got up, so she wouldn't repeat the mishap with the bells, and reviewed the picture. Dammit! She'd forgotten the blindfold!
She reset the camera and repositioned herself and pulled down the blindfold at the last second as she heard the click. She quickly removed the blindfold, got up, reviewed the pic, and glanced at the clock. One minute! What the?
She quickly pulled up the chat and sent the pic. She looked at the clock just as she heard three knocks! She stiffened straight as a board, which activated the bells, which made her jump, which made the bells ring louder! Two knocks! She realized her predicament and quickly got on her knees, wait...she had to unlock the door! Another silly mistake!
One knock! She scurried to the door, removed the chain, unlocked the deadbolt, opened the door ever so slightly and quickly repositioned herself eight feet from the door, on her knees, blindfolded, hands behind her back, tits out and up, with her mouth open, ready for service!
She heard the door swing open...
Part 2
She sat still and silent as she felt his body heat in front of her. He stood there for at least two full minutes after he closed the door, her mouth wide open the whole time, admiring her obedience. She was a marvel. Her massive tits amply jutting out with the clothespins and bells attached to her hardened nipples. Her perfectly shaped mouth awaiting his hardening thick cock. He stooped over to admire her thick hair perfectly bound into a ponytail, designed for grabbing, pulling, steering, yanking, whatever the need, it was designed and presumed to obey.
He stepped around behind her as she felt his heat pass. "Mmmm" he said as he smiled admiring her hands clasped together just above her perfectly proportioned ass. He drew back his hand in silence and smacked her ass hard, which took her completely by surprise! This, of course, made the bells clang loudly, but her mouth never uttered a sound.
Impressive, he thought. Potential.
Not that he wanted her to scream or lash out, he just wanted her attention, and he had it!
He swung back around front to find her mouth still open. The sight was too much. He had to release, and he had to release soon! He quickly dropped his sweats and took out his thick, hardening cock and traced her lips with it. She wanted so badly to engulf the entire shaft and pleasure him immediately, but she settled for slightly moving her tongue forward just enough to taste the head of his cock. It wasn't even a lick, it just barely skimmed his cock enough for her to have a taste...but he felt it.