"Aw, what a dirty slut, licking up my juice. You like being a nasty little cum rag, huh, Nora? Don't you? Yes, you are a filthy whore, aren't you?" he crooned, his tone so sweet that if I were a dog, I would have thought them endearments. But I was not a dog-at least, not quite, though bitch in heat surely described my behavior over the last several hours-and I knew that his words were nasty, humiliating descriptions of what I was. My cunt got wet.
As I was almost finished, he released my hair so that it fell down around my face, sweaty strands sticking to my cum covered skin. Lightning fast, one hand reached down to cover my mouth, while the other plucked the clamps off my nipples with a quick, efficient twist. My agonized scream was muffled by his hand, and I was grateful for his forethought. After all, I didn't really want the hotel people to come bursting in here. Not really...
When I came back to myself, I realized that Russell was stroking down the length of my back, murmuring words that, this time, really were sweet. I had cleaned up his cum as well as I could, but now I began to really feel dirty. Not in the sense of being a dirty whore- which I was soon realizing I was- but in the sense of being covered in sweat and cum and piss. It took some effort not to glance longingly at the bathtub, but I wanted to be allowed to earn his cum, steaming hot straight from his cock. I was to be a lucky slut, however.
"God, what a filthy tramp you are right now. Get in the shower," he commanded, but his tone was more amused than disgusted. I tried to stand up in the tub but was quickly pressed back down. He turned the shower on cold, startling me. He chuckled softly as he watched me yelp and jump from the shock, my abused tits swaying with my movement. He then turned the water to a much more reasonable temperature, and grabbed my hair to drag me fully beneath the powerful stream of water, rinsing my body and hair fully. I liked the way I felt like a puppet, or an animal under his control. He had the right to move my body any way he wanted, to do anything to it. The hotel provided yummy smelling bath gel, and within moments, he had me soaped up. I wiggled beneath his touch, playfully, sensing that he might enjoy that in his current mood. I was near purring as his hands slid all over my lathered back, neck, and ass....his strong hands washing my silky legs and feet as I knelt before him like a patient fucktoy.
"Roll over, slut," he told me roughly. I complied, turning so that my smooth tummy and large tits were exposed to his touch and gaze. He gently stroked my pussy, my mound, my stomach, my tits...teasing my sore nipples until they were hard again, pointing at him. After he had washed the soap from my body, he bent down and lightly sucked upon the hard buds. I moaned, aroused and pleased at the tenderness combined with dominance- he had complete confidence that he was allowed to do whatever he pleased with my body. I felt wonderfully clean, and aroused, by the time he was finished bathing me. I was then told to get out and kneel on a towel, wet and shivering slightly, though the bathroom was quickly becoming steamy, as he bathed himself with quick economical movements. I watched as his hands rubbed all over himself, and I wished desperately to be allowed to clean him someday. To feel his skin, slick with water, beneath my hands...mmm.
When he had shut the shower off, and stepped out, he did allow me to dry him. I enjoyed that immensely, rubbing my large tits against his body as I dried his limbs, nuzzling his neck as I dried his chest...showing him just how much I appreciated the honor of being allowed to touch him. When every bit of water was off of his body, I was instructed to dry myself fast and meet him at the bed. I tensed, eager for the next part of this sexual exploration, and rubbed the terry cloth over my skin quickly in order to get out there fast. I am sure I looked rather silly, hurrying out of the bathroom on my hands and knees, my breasts jiggling wildly in my haste. I was in for a surprise when I got out there, however.
Russell was naked, in bed, and smiling. Really smiling, that is, not just one of his taunting smirks. He patted the bed and told me to leap up, laughing at me as I did so, landing with an ungainly sprawl next to him.
"I'm a bit tired, whore, and I've decided that you deserve a treat. You may suckle my cock- gently- as I nap." He had pulled a blanket loose so that he was covered, and I would not be suffocated as I bent eagerly, my warm wet mouth engulfing his cock. I sighed in pleasure at the weight and taste of it in my mouth. I hummed happily and set to suckling as Russell drifted off to sleep. I couldn't wait for what he might dream of next.
