I notice the over plush carpet that muffled the sound of my black stilettos as I walked down the richly decorated hallway searching for your room number. I found myself wondering if the rooms were as well done and as...soundproofed. I find your room and brush a hand over my hair to smooth it in place and reach down to check the length of my skirt. Satisfied that the hem sits just below my ass I knock on your door. It opens to a darkened room but I don't see you.
I enter closing the door behind me. I reach for the light switch and strong hands grab my wrists pushing me against the door and pin them above my head. Your lips find mine in a savage kiss as you press your body against mine. Your free hand begins to slide up my bare thigh, pausing at the hem of my skirt slightly before continuing up over the material to cup my breast and give it a not so gentle squeeze and rubbing your thumb over my nipple. Your hand continues upward, lightly encircling my throat before moving it behind me to grip my hair. You use that grip to force me to my knees. The hand holding my wrists now undoing your pants. They fall to the floor, freeing your cock and you set out of them. I move to lick the head but your hand in my hair holds me still. My eyes have adjusted to the dim light coming in from the windows and I can tell there is a bead of precum just waiting for my tongue. I look up at you, making my eyes big and round with a pout on my red lips, upset that you would keep such a prize from me.
"Beg," you whisper, "beg like the cum slut you are. Beg for your master's cock."
I know how much you love the innocent way I say 'please.' "Please, Sir, please. May I taste your cock? I need it, Master. I need to feel it as it fills my mouth."
You use your free hand to gently brush hair away from my face and caress down my cheek. "You need my cock? Hmm.... I'm not so sure yet. You may want it but you don't sound like you need it."
"Please, I beg you, Master. Can I have your fat cock in my mouth? Please, Sir, please shove it down my throat. Please, I need the taste and weight of your cock on my tongue?" There was need want and desperation in my voice as I begged, all reflecting how I felt right then. "Please, put your cock in my mouth. Please," I whispered up at you as you came closer. I knew you could feel my breath as I said the words tease over your hard cock.
"Will that make you happy, my dirty little whore? You want to suck my cock until I cum?"
You move just a little closer to my mouth and that's all the permission I need. My lips unerringly find the tip and I swirl my tongue over it as I suck it in, lapping the moisture from the tip. I take hold of the base of your shaft as I slowly pop the head in and out a few times before licking your cock down to your balls and back to the head. I slowly suck the head in again and then just a little farther down the shaft before I pull it out and lick down and up again. I do this over and over until I have all of your thick cock in my mouth and can feel the tip touching the back of my throat. I swallow around your head and suck on you hard.
"Such a good little slut," you whisper to me, "suck that cock."
I slide it almost completely out of my mouth, leaving just the head in and lightly run my teeth over the flared edge before taking all of you back down my throat and swallowing around you. Practically sitting on the floor below you, I am at the perfect angle to take you all the way deep down my throat.
"You like that cock in your mouth, don't you? Is Master's dirty little whore enjoying his cock?"
Your voice gets rougher while again and again I swallow your cock, bobbing my head up and down on it to say 'yes' until you reach your other hand in my hair and take control. "My cum slut needs Master's cock in her mouth, Master will give it to her," you whisper through clenched teeth as you thrust into me harder and deeper, slamming your cock down my throat. You tell me, "Pull down the top of that whore's dress so I can watch you play with your tits as I fuck your face."
I do so as I feel your cock swell on my tongue. I know you are close to cumming. You slam your cock hard into my mouth, pulling my hair and lodging your cock deep in my throat. I swallow convulsively as you feed me jet after jet of your sweet cum. After the last spasm subsides, I suck on you more while you begin to slowly pull out. I have to make sure I've swallowed every last drop of your precious seed.
Keeping one hand fisted tight in my hair, you pull me to my feet. Your lips crush mine in a passionate kiss as your other hand travels up my thigh again. This time it slips under the skirt of my dress and, satisfied that I followed your instructions to wear nothing but the dress, slide your fingers along my soaking slit to find the nub of my clit covered in my juices and give it a hard rub. You order me out of the dress before pulling me by my hair to the bed and throwing me down on it.
You already had the restraints set up before my arrival. You blindfold me, then gently press each wrist and ankle into its cuff, leaving me spread eagle with no way of knowing what you're about to do to me, completely open to your attentions and awaiting your pleasure.
You tease first one nipple then the other with one hand while the fingertips of your other are tracing a path up the inside of my leg from my ankle. You stop at my pussy and run them along my dripping slit and thrusting one inside me roughly, coating it with my juices. Playing with my clit with your thumb, you slide your finger in and out several times making sure it's good and wet before trailing it down the inside of my other leg and back up again, this time thrusting in two fingers. Your other hand never stops playing with my nipples as you slowly drive more of your fingers inside me and teasing the sensitive inner part of my legs. Again and again. Stroking legs, thrusting fingers, teasing clit and nipples until you have my tight little cunt stretched.
I begin to squirm trying to meet your thrusting fingers. I can feel my orgasm building. I begin to whimper with need. I want you to fill me so badly.
Suddenly, you stop and withdraw your fingers. You slap the flat of your hand down hard against my clit. "Be quiet or I will gag you and since I'm not done with that pretty mouth yet, I would have to punish you for making me gag you before I'm ready," you tell me sternly.
"Yes Sir," is all I can manage to say.
It's quiet for a few moments before I feel your weight climb on the bed. "I will tell you when I want you to talk...and what I want to hear."
I feel you shift seconds before I feel the sting of clamps as you attach a chain to my nipples. "Remember, you can't cum until I give you permission," you say as I feel you move again, this time putting yourself between my spread thighs. "Lift your hops."
I feel you slide a firm pillow under me as I obey your command, angling me so my ass was open to you as well as my pussy. I hear the whir of the vibrator before feeling the well lubed tip begin to probe my entrance. You flick my clit causing me to buck my hips up to you and gently slide the vibe in place. You slowly go through all the intensity settings, taking your time to get to the one you want to leave it on, the highest one, watching me squirm in pleasure at the invasion and flicking my clit as you gradually increase it. I moan at the feeling. You reach under me and give me a rough smack on the ass.
"I told you to be quiet. Will I have to punish you?" I quiet the moans but can't stop the whimpers. You give a little tug on the chain clipped to my nipples sending pleasure through my entire body and I can't stop the gasp that escapes my throat.
You give a low chuckle and I feel your breath against my open cunt. You lick the juices coating my slit, circling my clit with your tongue over and over, blowing on me each time, making me shiver.
"What should I do with this pussy?" You punctuate the question by licking the length of my wet slit again, slowly.
I squirm and whimper under you. My body now nothing more than a bundle of raw, sensitive nerve endings. You slip one finger in and out of me slowly, waiting for me to answer. It takes everything in me not to cum. You haven't told me I was allowed to yet. You move your finger in and out, in and out in slow, lazy, orgasm inducing strokes with your thumb pressing hard against my swollen clit.
"My dirty little whore isn't saying anything," you say and I can imagine the cocky grin or your face. You know exactly why haven't said anything. "Does that mean you want me to leave you all alone like this?" if the slider fingered and again, making sure it runs along the g-spot. I shiver in response. "Well, OK if you want me to leave you alone...," you say as you pull out of me.
"No Master please," I almost shout, "don't leave me like this. Please, Sir, play with you cunt, play the character she screams. Please, Master, fill your pussy, use it."
You shoved your hand back inside me, scissoring your fingers back and forth. "Is this what you want? Is my hand enough inside you or do you want more? Tell your Master what you want," you say to me. Your fingers never stop their movement, your thumb never letting pressure off my clit.