The walk back to the hotel is a mixture of sexual excitement and mental agony, every step reminding me of the piece of crystal firmly lodged in my anus. My body slowly begins to accept the invader, and I realize it will not fall out of me and drop to the sidewalk in front of some unsuspecting passerby. The nerve endings in my rosebud actually begin to tingle at the feeling of the bulbous head gently twisting back and forth as I walk.
We eventually reach the lobby, where Tim spots James as we approach the elevators and tells me to stay there a moment. He walks over to where the young bellhop is stacking luggage and says something to him. James quickly stops what he is doing and looks at Tim, then nods enthusiastically. Tim returns to me while James returns to his chore with new energy.
I look at Tim questioningly as he approaches. "Just thanking him," he says without further explanation, and we step onto a waiting elevator. I am not asked to give up my dress this time, but his hand is underneath it nonetheless, his hand centered between his asscheeks, his middle finger tapping gently on the jeweled bottlestopper embedded in me.
Tim opens the door for me and enters after. I know the rules and step out of my sandals and pull the dress over my head, dropping it to the floor as the door slams shut. Tim is undressing as well, shoes already off and shirt over his head. He steps out of his jeans and underwear in one motion. His cock is at half-mast, his magnificent balls hanging loosely below his shaft.
"Suck my cock," he says quietly, and I sink to my knees, kissing my way down his chest and stomach as I go, until I reach the thatch of wiry hair just above his manhood. I sink further to my haunches and kiss his cock from stem to tip, occasionally flicking spots with my tongue. I continue on below to his balls and lick, trying to separate the masses inside the loose skin from each other.
Back up the folds to the underside of his shaft I go, drawing my tongue along its length to his opening, flicking it just a bit before opening my mouth to take his length into me. I go as deeply as I dare on this first pass, trying to wet all the skin I can reach before withdrawing and continuing on with shorter strokes, using my hand to form a pussy for him to fuck.
Tim spreads his legs a bit and sighs contentedly, then removes himself from my mouth for a moment. Taking my other hand, he moves my middle finger to my lips. I get the hint and suck my finger for a moment before he pulls it out again and moves it between his legs to his asshole. I know what he wants and begin to massage his opening while he moves forward and put his cock back in my mouth. His pleasuring goes on for several minutes before he moves away from me and into the bedroom. I rise and follow, where I find him pulling my ropes out of the bag. I thrill at the thought and wait for instructions.
Tim has me lie on the bed, freshly made after this morning's activities, with my head on the pillows. He sits astride my thighs, lowering himself enough to keep me in place while he reaches for my arms, bringing my hands together in front of him. He uses a an over-and-under crossing pattern to bind my wrists about 3 inches from each other, then puts my arms above my head. Another length of rope is run through the top of the headboard and then to the coil between my wrists, and is loosely tied so I may not lower my arms beyond my head. His cock is dangling in front of my face while he ties off the rope above my head, and I take the opportunity to run my tongue around its head while I suck. He laughs and allows me to play for a moment before he moves off the bed.
He then grabs another length and wraps it around my left thigh a couple of times, then ties it off. Gently taking my left foot, he bends my leg until my calf forms a 90 degree angle with my thigh. Running the rope to my calf, he wraps, ties, and runs the remainder back along the cord between the two knots. Tim repeats the process with my right leg, then steps back to survey his work, his hand slowly stroking his length while he takes in the sight of me tied. I playfully bring my legs together to hide my pussy from him, but he just takes both feet and moves them apart again, showing me how easy it is for him to take what he wants.
Tim climbs on the foot of the bed, his cock and balls swaying beneath him as he crawls up alongside me to my face and kisses me gently. His lips move across my cheek to my earlobe, where he continues kissing while mixing in some swipes of his tongue. My ears have always been one of my most sensitive spots, and it does not take long for me to start getting wild with anticipation of more. The feel of the ropes against my skin and the inability to move my hands to touch something, anything, only adds to my excitement.
Soon his lips start to move down my neck while his left hand starts to gently caress my stomach. Circular motions, masculine touches, all centered above my hips and below my breasts. His hand moves towards my tits at the same rate as his lips slowly making their way down my neck and shoulders until they meet, one hand on my right breast, toying with the nipple, his lips on my left nipple, softly sucking and nibbling.
He eventually continues to kiss down my stomach while his hand makes its way to my inner thighs, caressing and stroking eve closer to my very wet cunt. Once again, his fingers and lips reach my most sensitive spots at the same time, and his tongue flicks my clit as his finger enters me. He alternates his tongue moving over and through my slit with his finger for some time, occasionally moving my wetness up my thighs, and bringing his finger to my lips to suck. He senses when my orgasm begins to build, and suddenly stops, climbing off the bed.
He goes to my bag and retrieves my Magic Wand, and promptly applies it to my clit in very small doses. The occasional vibrating of my button followed by the absence of any touch at all is driving me wild, and I beg Tim to fuck me, please fuck me! He just smiles and continues to torture me.
This continues for several minutes more before there is a knock on the door. I freeze, my attention now fully on who that could be. Tim does not move to answer it, but instead I hear the sound of the electronic lock being accessed and the door opening.
"Room Service, I brought the blankets and pillows you asked for, sir!"
""C'mon in James, we're in here."
The door closes, and James comes around the corner, stopping abruptly at the sight of a naked and very erect Tim crouching over a very naked and splayed me.
"Sir, this has got to be the craziest wekend I have ever worked."
Tim laughs, lays the still-running vibrator on my clit, and slides off the bed. My hips involuntarily twitch from the tickling sensation coming from the wand, and it slides forward, between my legs to land on the bed. I suddenly remember I'm naked and spread in front of this young man, and my legs reflexively draw together, the shaft of the vibrator now trapped between my thighs and held firmly against my cunt.
James smiles self-consciously, and looks at Tim, now wrapped in his white robe. He looks down at the pile of linen in his arms. "Where would you like me to put these, sir?"
"You can put 'em on the bed." James does as directed, gingerly placing them on the corner, as far from me as possible. Tim smiles, knowing the young man is distracted by the nude woman next to him. "You've been very helpful this weekend, and from what I can tell, very discrete. I wanted to make sure you were rewarded before the nice lady in front of you leaves. Want a shot at the prize?"
James is still trying to avoid looking at either me or Tim, instead looking at the floor at the foot of the bed. He slowly brings his eyes up, still not looking directly at Tim, but rather focusing on the bed next to my chest. "You mean...have sex with her?"
"Yup. I'll wait my turn while you do. Do you mind if I watch?"
James is now looking directly at my tits, and does not hesitate before answering. "Sure, I guess, I mean if it's OK with her—I mean, you, I'd like to do that." He stands there, still staring, not moving.
Tim breaks the young man's spell of immobility. "You'll probably need to lose some clothes, or at least pull down that zipper," he says. "She's a little tied up right now—" I inwardly groan at the bad pun—"but I'm sure her tongue can get you going, if you need. Karen, why don't you show him the golden gates?"
I take the hint and move my still-bound legs apart, the vibrator still humming away in between them. James' eyes lock onto my pussy as he slowly starts to strip, picking up speed as he stares. "What is that in her butt?" he asks, never breaking his stare.
"It's a fine piece of jewelry, also known as a buttplug," Tim answers, "although that seems too crude a name for this fine work of art. The jeweler who made this calls them 'boutonnieres,' I think that works well. You like it?"
"I've never seen one before," James says as he continues to look between my spread legs, his shirt and shoes off and his socks being pulled at with a sense of urgency. "It looks uncomfortable. Do a lot of women wear them?"
"She walked quite a ways with that in her this morning," Tim replies, "and I think she got to liking it. Some women—and some men—wear them. I'll bet you'll never look at a woman's behind the same way, will you? Wondering if perhaps that nice girl in front of you in line at the movies is wearing one at the moment?"
"Pretty wild," Tim says, his pants now being flung off his legs with a rush. "I still like her ass better without it." He seems momentarily panic-stricken that his disagreement with Tim's obvious pride in the jewel will ruin his moment.
Tim just laughs and says something to the effect of 'to each his own' as James almost rips off his boxer shorts and stands there at the foot of the bed, a very angry-looking erection pointing towards the ceiling. He hesitates, unsure what to do next. "Can I...touch..her?"
"Going to be hard not to," Tim chuckles. "That is, unless you want to jerk off looking at her. Some guys like to do that. You can cum on her wherever you want."
