Her True Calling

She watched Welker as he slowly undressed. His body well chiseled; muscles on top of muscles. He wasn't bulky by any means however, he simply didn't have an ounce of fat on his frame. Jen sat at the edge of his bed already turned on and he hadn't so much as kissed her yet. Just watching him slowly step out of his suit and tie left her pussy fluttering.

Welker caught her occasionally glancing at him through the mirror above his dresser. Her face was flushed it seemed, but oh was she beautiful. She wore a silky cream colored blouse and a red pencil skirt. Sexy red pumps accentuated her height which reached five ten with them on. Her breasts were firm and relatively large for her height. She was glad they poked at her top, her nipples stiff from tickling the silk. Welker could feel his own considerable length thickening as he slid down his pants.

Jen watched his pants hit the ground, his cock straining against his boxer briefs. Her tongue clicked against her teeth when he turned to face her. His black hair and dark eyes almost staring through her own brown eyes. She lowered her head certain he could see her face becoming flush. In that moment she questioned everything, especially her sanity.

"Like what you see Jen? I hope so, you requested me especially after all." The words made her feel even more embarrassed, indeed she had chosen him from the photo array. Even on the website, his eyes seemed to see her inner thoughts. Jen's tongue once again clicked her teeth. It was a nervous habit that presented itself when she least wanted it to.

"Just relax Jen, you have nothing to fear beyond what you consented to. Now stand up and and turn around." His voice suddenly took on a much more commanding tone. "Now Jen!" She slowly stood up feeling unsure but unbelievably turned on at the same time. Her eyes stared at the floor of the hotel as she turned to face the large window. The blinds were open, but no one could see inside this high up. She knew it was true but her scrambled emotions remained unconvinced.

"Cross your wrists behind your back Jen." There it was, the moment she dreamt about for so long. That singular moment she played out a million times in her bedroom with her fingers teasing her clit. It was so simple in her fantasies, now however, her arms felt clumsy and heavy. She took one more deep breath and brought her hands behind her. She crossed them and waited. Her balance was unsteady, her knees rattled together when he approached her.

"You look absolutely stunning Jen." His breathe suddenly at her neck. His stiff whiskers poked her when he kissed her flesh. She let out a breathy moan when his tongue snaked out and pressed against her shoulder. She was shaking in anticipation, her pussy already dripping down her long legs.

Then he pulled back and took his necktie from his shoulder and wound it around her eyes knotting it off tightly. Strangely she felt a bit more calm, one less malfunctioning sense to worry about. Now he took hold of her wrists in his hands. She let out a tiny squeak of surprise, then she felt the soft cotton cord wind around her hands. She felt his expertise with every wrap of rope. Finally he cinched everything tight leaving her well bound.

Jen tugged at the ropes knowing full well she was well and truly bound. Just like the short videos she watched on their website. Welker was especially gifted in restraining women, leaving them breathless and wet. For the first time she felt like the girls before her, at the mercy of a lover. She squirmed involuntarily, her pussy desperate.

Welker drew his fingers across her back, his nails bringing thin red scratches. More audible gasps escaped her lips. She was ready to implode, his learned machinations brought her to the absolute brink. Then he again withdrew, and carefully pushed her to her knees. "Show me how desperate you are my little slut." His hands gathered at the back of her head and pushed her mouth to his groin.

Jen's face was plastered against his underwear tiny drops of precum formed an outline around his cock. Though she couldn't see it she could feel his shaft begging to uncoil. His large hands kept her face still. She opened her mouth and layered her tongue against his erection. Slowly she kissed and licked his underwear until it resembled a wet T-shirt stuck to some big titted drunk college girl.

His hands reached down and grabbed the waistband, he placed it between her teeth and she started to work it down his legs. His member sprung out and slapped against her cheek. Her face felt hot when she opened her mouth and worked his veiny rod inside. His loose balls slapped against her chin with every bob of her head. She felt like a whore gobbling his length. With her hands tied behind her back she felt both inspired and terribly submissive. She wanted nothing more than to please him any way she could.

She continued to work his cock in and out, and strained to push it past her gag reflex. She choked and gagged but felt quite pleased when his seven inches disappeared down her throat. Jen felt like a goddess on her knees brimming with confidence and even control. Her cunt continued to soak her panties and the floor below. Soon she would cum solely from having her faced fucked. The very notion made her cunt ache just like all those lonely nights before.

She found her place, her calling. She was finally a useful slut, and when he finally flooded her throat with a steady stream of cum, she felt immense gratitude that she had found their website and her courage.