TV Night
You've left the door open, as instructed, so I let myself in. You're sitting in the corner, on your knees, naked. You don't acknowledge me when I enter, because you know your place.
I take a seat in the armchair, loosen my tie, turn on the TV, and flip channels until I find something I like. When the first commercial comes on, I call you over:
"Okay."
At the command, you leave your spot in the corner, come kneel before me, and free my cock from my pants. Without ever meeting my eye, you simply do what you're made for: You take me into your mouth, and work my cock until I cum. You swallow every bit, use your tongue to clean me off, and then your hair to dry me. You then put me back into my pants, zip me up, and resume your position in the corner.
Throughout the evening I occasionally call you over and have you blow me again, while I watch TV over your bobbing head. Over time the tips of your hair start to get lightly frosted with flakes of dry cum, from when you've cleaned me off, that you somehow missed when swallowing.
Finally, when the movie I've been watching is over, I turn off the TV and get up to leave. As I'm about to head out the door, you come over to see me out. Still nude, your perky breasts starting to goosepimple from the cold air coming through the door, your eyes remain downcast as you whisper, "thank you."
I reach up to slap you on the face, twice, forward and back-hand:
SMACK-SMACK
Once was for leaving your place without permission; the other for addressing me directly.
The Hotel
We stand in line at the front desk, waiting to check in. You're behind me, in your place. I'm eventually handed two key-cards for the room, one of which I give to you.
"Go," I say, and you nod your head silently before heading up to the room. I go to the bar, to enjoy a leisurely drink.
I let twenty or so minutes go by, and then head up to the room myself. I get inside, and see that you've found your appropriate place: You're on the bed, naked of course, face-down and ass-up. Your top half is buried under the covers, so that your head is hidden. Just your bottom half is showing, pussy-out, ready and waiting.
I leave you there for a while. I unsling my computer bag onto the desk, and go to the window to enjoy the view. They've given us a room on a nice high floor, so I can see much of the city from here.
After a while I walk over to the bed, unzip my pants, take out my cock, and plunge into your heat. I take less than a minute to cum; this isn't making love, it's not even fucking; I'm just releasing some sperm.
Having taken care of that basic need, I sit down at the room's desk, take out my laptop, and catch up on some email. There's a cute girl on Tumblr I've been messaging, and she happens to be online, so I spend some time flirting with her. When I'm done, I get up, go to the bed, and release some more cum into your waiting cunt.
When I'm done I order up some room service, and pop on the TV to check out the news while I wait for the food. It arrives fairly quick, and I let the delivery guy into the room.
"Where would you like it s- uh... where would you like it, sir?" he asks, momentarily nonplussed by the site of your back half sticking out of the sheets. There is now a bit of cum leaking out of your cunt, from my deposits.
"On the table next to the laptop is fine," I respond, taking the bill from him to sign. As I hand it back, I tell him, "If you don't need to hurry back, feel free to fuck it."
