I pull into the hotel parking lot, my body a jumble of nerves. I'm just exactly as your cryptic note requested...the purple satin & lace panties and matching bra, my black patent leather heels and thigh high stockings. My hair, as instructed, was completely up, held in place with a decorative clasp. The only other requirement was my string of pearls. The only change, defiantly, was the coat I put over the top. There's no way you'd want me driving around at midnight in nothing but a bra and underwear, I reason with myself. I get out of the car, instantly missing the warmth, my nipples turning to stone with the sudden change and head to the hotel lobby. Once inside, I clasp the coat together and ran to the elevator, grateful there were no other passengers tonight. I ride to the 10th floor, where you have instructed me to go to room 1021.
I find the room number and hesitantly turn the knob, not exactly sure what to expect. There were no further instructions. Before me lies a small typical hotel room with a king bed. I notice on the bed a box with a note. The note instructs me to wear only the contents of the box, lay on the bed, spread eagle, and wait.
Curious now, I open the box to find a black cloth blindfold. My heart flutters a bit...do I know this man well enough to trust him? I stand looking at the cloth in my hands...unable to bring it to my eyes yet trembling knowing I must.
I jump when the phone rings. I quickly reach over to grab it and say hello. Your voice, deep, resonating, sending shock waves thru me.
"What are you waiting for? I told you to put it on...did I not?"
I quickly look around the room trying to figure out how you knew...you couldn't know...only guessing? Then I hear the words that send chills down my spine and dread thru my heart.
"Don't think I didn't see your little act of defiance."
My mind races...damn.... the coat! You must've seen.
Shaking now, I hastily tie the cloth blindfold tight around my head and lay back on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as I can. I lay there, still...waiting...and waiting...
Finally I hear the knob turn and the door open...then close. Fabric moving. A voice hushed. Yours. I relax just a little knowing you are there. But then I tense again hearing a second...then a third male voice.
My instincts are to close my legs and flee. The urge so great my legs are shaking. I feel a hand on my ankle, hard, rough, and calloused. I try to pull away, but the hand grabs at my ankle, holding hard, then a second hand grabs my other ankle.... hard and rough...same man. I feel movement by my head and the bed dip to one side just a little. I smell you, your soap, your cologne. I start to speak, start to ask what is going on, but you put one finger gently over my lips to silence me. Then your finger moves softly over my lips, tracing the contours, the little dip under my nose, around the corner, along my bottom lip, and then slowly dips inside. I suck gently at your finger, forgetting about my ankles being held...forgetting there are two strange men probably staring at me.
You move, bending down, I sense your lips above mine, longing to taste them, but no...you never kiss me do you? You stay aloof...cold...giving only what I need to remain addicted to you...and nothing more.
You move away from my lips. I can feel your heat...or the loss of...on my lips. I feel your lips in my hair, at my ear.
"Trust me." was all you whispered...and instantly I did.
I feel your weight move off the bed and hands on my legs, slowly caressing me, like a slow heated massage Four hands...not six...you are not one of the men touching me. I stiffen at the thought. Then I feel the hands move higher and higher up my legs, up my thighs. Moving in circles along my inner thighs. The hands are bolder, grazing past my pussy just enough to cause an electric jolt. Hands on my stomach, sides...felt like so many more than only four. Breasts, two hands on each. Each hand cupping the fullness, rolling and pulling my nipples. I can't help myself...it feels good...so incredibly good. I start moving, my hips undulating slightly, soft moans escaping my lips.
Then I feel the hardness against my lips and realize two of the four hands had stopped. The hardness at my lips was pushing, demanding entry into my mouth. I clamped my lips shut, defiantly not opening.
I hear one word from you...deep, commanding, no compromise...."OPEN!"
I open immediately. I know that tone...no compromise. I feel the hard cock slip past my lips, pushing deeper, making me gag. I can't breath, fighting against the hardness pushing.
I relax my throat and swirl my tongue around the shaft forced down my throat. I hear a deep throaty groan and know I am doing well. I feel movement again...then a pressure on my chest. One of the men is straddling my chest while I'm sucking on his cock. The thought of you watching arouses me, though I can't for the life of me figure out why!
Then I feel hands on my thighs again, movement on the bed between my legs. The second man is between my legs. His fingers spreading my labia wide, the cold air hitting it like lava hitting the ocean. Then I feel the sensation of a tongue moving along the valley of my pussy, starting at the deepest part and moving up. The tongue gives my clit a glancing blow causing me buck my hips. The man straddling my chest grabs both my arms and holds them over my head. This gives him a better angle to fuck my mouth, sliding hard and fast down my throat. I can feel him tense and know he'll give me what I want.... need.... harder and harder he enters my throat, the soft membranes at the back of my throat raw and sore from the beating. Suddenly intense warmth as he shoots his fluid down my throat. It is tangy, strong, making me gag.
When the final drops of cum are squeezed into my mouth, my arms are released. I realize the tongue in my pussy has stopped. Soon there is no weight on the bed but mine. I hear hushed tones in the corner of the room.
My blindfold is removed, my eyes blinking in the sudden bright light. The two men are wearing masks to cover their faces, but are naked. You, fully clothed, are sitting in the corner chair, hand in your lap, rubbing the hard on I can see thru your pants. You have no expression, you just stare at me.
