I stared down at my phone, I had texted him asking him to come outside so that I could find his apartment number. I met him online, only a few hours earlier. He told me to call him Mr. Hunter. He was my master. I was going to be punished for keeping him waiting.
"Behind you." I deep voice said, causing me to jump and turn around. He was walking up behind me with grim look on his face. "This way." He said walking past me and up the stairs. He was wearing black dress pants with a purple dress shirt and a tie. I stare at his butt as I follow him up the stairs.
We walk in to his apartment. I drop my purse by the door and slip off my heels. I follow him into the bedroom. He grabs a bottle of whiskey from the floor at takes a swig. He doesn't offer me any. I am so nervous that I am shaking, my breath is quick, from fear or excitement, maybe from both. He closes the bedroom door and then turns to stare at me.
"Take off your dress." He doesn't ask. I nod, he's my master and I must do what I am told. I slip my black leggings off first. Then I lift my dress over my head. I am standing in my bra and panties.
"Do you want me to take it all off sir?" I question hesitantly, he only asked me to take off the dress.
"Yes." He stared down at me, desire turning in his eyes. He takes another swig off the bottle as I unhook my bra and pull down my panties. Then he sets the bottle down on the ground.
"Get down on your knees." He demands me. I slip to my knees in front of him as he unzips his pants and pulls his semi hard cock out.
"Suck on it." He grips my hair and pulls my mouth to him. I take him eagerly, my wet mouth glides over him and I feel him get harder. I run my tongue along him, kiss my way down his shaft and lightly suck his balls into my mouth. He starts to remove his tie and shirt and I reach up and undo his belt as I suck his cock and look up and him.He is moaning now, and I pull back a little to catch my breath.
"Did I say stop? Keep going." He shoves himself back into my mouth. He is more forceful now, shoving himself deep into my mouth and I start to gag around him.
"You like that don't you. Only filthy sluts like to suck cock. Are you a filthy slut?" He asks as he shoves himself even deeper inside of my mouth.
"Mmmhhmmm..." I moan out a confirmation around his cock. He pulls out of my mouth.
"Say it, tell me what a dirty slut you are, tell me how much you love my dick in your mouth." He pulls my hair hard, forcing me to look up at him.
"I am a dirty slut, I love having your hard cock in my mouth!" I cry out. He shoves me against his bed. My knees are being scratched by the carpet and his bed frame is digging into my stomach and chest. He goes away for a second, I hear him drop his pants, then he comes back and pulls my hands behind me. I feel a rope being tied around my wrists. He is really good at tying knots, my hand are completely trapped. I get a little nervous, maybe I shouldn't let him tie me up... But then I feel his hard cock against my ass, and I can't help but grind my wet pussy against him.
