Savannah was nervous about the text she was about to send. She wasn't sure what to expect. She'd had a rough day and tomorrow didn't look much better. She needed to see him. She needed something real that wasn't real. She needed to relax. She began typing.
"Hey you up? In town? I could really use my sex slave tonight."
She ended the message with a devil emoji and wasn't sure how he'd respond. All she knew was that he had opened a part of her she never knew existed. She needed to hear him moan under her. She wanted his cock hard and inside her and under her control. She was wet and already turned on when she sent the text. She shouldn't have worded it like that. But if his reply came as "yes goddess" she would probably lose her mind. She loved his submission. But still part of her enjoyed being his play thing. Her phone swooshed.
"Bold, Savannah. What makes you think I'm your slave? And yes, I actually just arrived. Still at the airport."
Her mind was now off of the crap from the day, off of work, and on what she was going to do to him. She was getting wetter. Before she could get her reply sent her phone swooshed again.
"I am going to make you regret that. Same place. Same room. One hour. I'll be waiting..."
She didn't have much time. She didn't even reply. She grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt. But what about her hair? She looked in the mirror. Pig tails. She was a mom of a daughter who had just left for a sleepover and wanted mom to match. She looked into the mirror and pouted at herself, holding the long, blonde braids in her hands, then she spied her new best friends in the bottom corner of the mirror, just waiting for her in the closet. "These will make up for it." Then after a very quick shower and spritz of perfume she was dressed and out the door wearing her new black boots. She was unable to think about anything besides his hands all over her. True, she wanted him at her feet. And she wanted to slap his balls a little like he'd popped her pussy with the crop. And she couldn't wait to feel his tongue on her clit. She was going to enjoy this, again.
As her heels clicked into the elevator of the hotel, she caught a whiff of his cologne. She turned to select the button for the 30th floor and saw a note with her name on it taped to the button. She broke the seal of the note and began reading. She suddenly felt queasy. The butterflies in her were trying to escape. But her pussy said otherwise. Should she? "Maybe not today Brayden, but you will pay for this one." The elevator beeped and stopped. The doors opened and she clicked out, hesitantly. She looked down the hallway in both directions. She was alone. It was a weekday and seeing as how they were on the top floor and at the end of the hall she decided it was safe. There really wasn't any way for someone to see her here. There were no cameras and no mirrors, and the suite, for the most part, had its own little hallway. She walked around the corner to the door and stood, took a deep breath, and began taking off her clothes. She felt foolish. Somehow though she was extremely turned on by it. She looked at the boots as she lay her folded clothes next to them beside the door. "I guess your magic will have to wait." She knocked on the door.
"Savannah, you're not naked my love.The note said all."
Now he was in for it. Her mind raced and fast forwarded to hopefully the next time they would meet. She would force him to do what she hadn't been able to yet. She hurried out of her bra and panties. He looked at her through the peephole while placing his nervous hand on the door knob. She was truly amazing. But he suddenly felt bad and jerked the door open. She hurried in with her boots and clothes. Just as the door closed behind her he grabbed her and took her in his arms. He kissed her hard and deep. She felt his cock through his silky soft trousers bulging into her bare skin. He was still completely clothed. She ripped his shirt apart at the buttons and pulled it off his arms. He undid the button on his trousers and unzipped them. She dropped to her knees and pulled his underwear down, taking his cock into her mouth as quickly as she could. He began to moan as she worked on him. She wanted him to cum again, quickly, like before. He grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her closer, holding her for a few seconds. She gagged and jerked away choking. Her pale cheeks reddening. No sooner had she caught her breath he forced her back onto his hard, throbbing cock. Her mouth and tongue working tirelessly to bring him over the edge. She grabbed his balls and began to play with them as her tongue slowed and firmed itself on the outside tip of his cock. She actually couldn't wait. She loved to see him enjoy her abilities so much. She looked up at him without stopping. She began to seduce and tease him with her eyes. She thought just maybe she'd get her slave tonight after all. But something happened.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
"Ready?" He said firmly as he grabbed each one of her pigtails. He made her gag and choke again. She pulled away. Face completely red now and wet with watering eyes and drool, he hadn't let go this time. He pushed her down again. She gagged and choked and pulled away. Her pussy was throbbing. She wanted him so bad. She could tell that he had no intentions of cumming yet. She knew it was going to be a long night. She continued to taste his torture and gasped for breaths each time he pulled her off of his hard muscle.
She could have stopped the torment anytime. She knew him well and if she so much as even slightly hinted at being uncomfortable he would become her sweet prince in the blink of an eye. She didn't want the prince. She was enjoying his enormous cock filling her mouth. This was the best relief of stress she'd ever experienced. Surprisingly, he jerked her up by the hair and spun her around forcing her ass against his wet, dripping, cock. Just when she thought he was going to take her, he pushed her face down onto the bed and grabbed each arm at the elbow and pulled them behind her back. It hurt. He kicked her legs apart with his foot. Then, leaning over onto her, wrapped his right arm under both her arms while releasing his left hand. He held her in that position, face planted on the bed, elbows pinned behind her, and feet spread apart on the floor.
The force from his cock plunging into her hot wet slit was unexpected and devastating. She screamed. He pulled back. "...you okay?" His sincerity was as much a shock as what had just happened. She shook her head yes and begged him with her eyes for more. He hammered himself into her again. This time he thrust into her firmly several times very quickly, very hard. Her mind was completely out of control. She screamed. Her arms hurt. She was so dizzy. Every time he thrust into her she got a little more drunk. Her orgasm was building quickly.