He waited patiently at the train station, being eyed by most people who walked by. It was as if they had never seen a grown man in a suit before, or maybe it was the sign he held: "student for Sir". He wanted her to know the moment she saw him that this weekend was entirely theirs, they would get to stay and play in the characters they truly were. She would fall asleep as his, wake up as his, eat as his and breathe as his for the few days they had together. He was anticipating this much more then he previously thought he would, but she was also much better then he could ever have imagined. While waiting for her, he wondered why her boyfriend didn't enjoy the role when she fit hers so perfectly. It would just make their short time together that much more exciting. He recognized her as soon as she stepped off the train, her tight young curves magnified in the red dress she was wearing. He waited in the spot he was, she would be coming to him.
When she reached him she took the sign from his hands, "I'm here Sir." The last word made her knees weak, this man whom she had never met before had such a control over her. "You sure are little one, and I must say you look absolutely delicious in that dress of yours." Delicious? He thought she looked delicious. She had never been admired in that way before, and it made her bashful. "I am so happy I am here Sir, it was such a long trip but it is already very worth it." He smiled down at her and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, he lowered both of his strong well aged hands to just below her shoulders and gave her a squeeze, bringing her in closer and placing a kiss on her forehead. She giggled, he grunted, "you sure are an adorable little one, shall we be going?" She leaned into his chest when he rested his hand on her lower back, pushing her toward his vehicle and taking the bag she was carrying. He opened the passenger door for her when they arrived at his vehicle and took her hand to help her in, the same motion was made when they arrived at their destination. How could he be both a dominating, demanding man and the most kind, soft man she had ever met?
She was instructed to bend over in the elevator while they traveled up to their floor. They were alone in the confined space, but she knew she would have obliged even if it was full. She could feel him raising her dress above her round ass, revealing the black lace thong she had worn. He squeezed, then slapped her right ass cheek hard. She whimpered, "That hurt Sir." He shushed her, and slapped her other cheek harder. He could see her leg shake from the sting of pain, but she was quiet. He ran his hand in between her thighs, placing his palm on her sex. "You are wet already little one," he pushed her panties to the side and flicked her clit just once. He heard her whimper and saw her tell in the reflection of the elevator door; she was biting her bottom lip. He pulled her panties back to where they were and let her dress fall back down to its previous position just as the doors opened for their floor. She didn't move at first, still taken aback from the assault on her ass, he came up behind her, close enough that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. He rubbed his aching manhood against her bottom, letting her feel how hard he already was. "Go little one," and she was off, letting his hand on her lower back guide them to the room. She starred at him while he unlocked it, she was transfixed. She felt as though she was a possession, she was owned and she absolutely adored it. Every moment she spent in close distance to this man, her panties were soaking up the downpour of sweet juices.
He watched her enter the hotel room, the red dress swaying along with her hips as she took each step. He watched her run her hand along the bed, then along the couch that faced the television. He watched her turn on the light in their bathroom, and saw the evidence of excitement cross her face once she spied the jetted tub. He did not hold back for their few days together and he planned to get many treats in return. "This room is absolutely gorgeous, Sir. You didn't have to get the fanciest room in the hotel," she found her way back to him and kissed him on the cheek. "You deserve it, beautiful. Now, unpack your clothes for me. I would like them to be placed in the drawers so that I can pick out outfits for you. You packed extra clothes like I requested, correct?" She couldn't wait for the first of her accomplishments, to know that she succeeded in something he asked of her, she wanted to see the proud look on his face, "I did Sir, and I brought a bunch of different outfits. All sexy for you. Well, at least I hope you find them all sexy." She got down to work, taking each item of clothing out of her bag and placing them in the drawers. She had noticed that some of the drawers were already filled with his clothes, it seems as though he had already been to the room before she arrived.
He studied her intently, noticing the smile on her face. She was happy to listen, he could see how proud of herself she was. He had many plans to test her boundaries, to see how devoted she actually was. He sat on the couch in their room, waiting for her to be done. After just a few moments he felt two hands begin to massage his shoulders, he moaned; it felt wonderful, her hands worked with such care, "mhm, that feels good. Come sit on my lap." Her hands left his shoulders and she let them trail along his back, once she came into view, his cock hardened. She had taken off her dress, panties and bra and was standing in front of him completely naked, "did I tell you that you could undress?" She placed a knee on each side of him, lowering herself so that she was sitting on his lap and facing him, her pussy grinding up against his cock.
Her breasts hovered near his face, her pretty pink nipples becoming taunt. "You did not tell me I could Sir but I really, really wanted to." She leaned down to kiss him, grinding her hips as she moved. He could feel the wetness through his clothing, his cock almost bursting from the seams of his pants. "You think because you are here in front of me slut, that you may just do as you please? Do you think you can seduce me into doing what you want? Do you not remember who you are little one? Do you not remember what you are here for?" He placed two fingers on her lips and pushed them away, he could feel how wet his words had made her. "Stand up, turn around and bend, with your elbows to your knees. Do not say a word, do you hear me? Say yes if you hear me, my whore." Her heart started to pick up speed, she was getting what she craved, having to relinquish all control. "Yes Sir," she got up from his lap and did as she was told. She bent down, round ass sticking up in the air, her sweet juices beginning to flow down her creamy thighs. "Now little one, I was going to go slow. I was going to do many things to you before I fucked your cunt, but it appears that you are wanting me and can not wait. So I am thinking that by fucking you now until you beg me to stop, you may be the good student again that I know you to be." He stood, she heard the zip from his pants, and the rustle from them hitting the floor.
She bit down hard on her lip, hoping not to make her arousal too evident. He slide his thick, long rod in between her sensitive, dampened lips. The head of his cock tapping her swollen clit. He grabbed both her hands and held them crossed behind her back, while still grinding his cock just outside her entrance. "Please Sir, please fuck me," he stopped, she realized what she had done as soon as the words left her lips. She felt one of his hands leave her arms, and felt it come across her right plump ass cheek. She yelped in pain, not noticing that he had switched hands until it was brought across her left cheek. It left a sting of pain she had never felt before, she could feel the outline of both of his palm prints on her beautiful bottom beginning to form. "Do not speak," he demanded of her. Even though she was being difficult, he was still enjoying every moment of this. He would soon have her knowing what he wanted without even needing to be commanded. He slammed his cock into her tight cunt, filling her until his balls bounced off her clit. He felt her legs begin to shake and heard her soft whimper. He brought his hand to the air and slapped across both her round mounds once again. She forced back her tears and bit so hard on her lip that she tasted blood. She was not going to disappoint her Sir ever again.
He let her hands fall to her sides and hooked his hand in her hair. He yanked hard and she arched her back, providing him easier access to her wet, hot hole. He pumped in and out of her pussy, picking up speed with each thrust. He wrapped his hand around her waist, sliding his finger in between her pussy lips. Stroking her all to sensitive button, he still pumped in and out of her cunt. Feeling each inch of her warm apple pie, while her wetness built at the base of his cock. He could feel her legs beginning to quiver, and the walls of her pussy contracting as she was about to reach climax. "You may cum, little one." As soon as he spoke she came, the sweet juices of her orgasm spilling out over his cock. Her whole body squirmed while he still pounded her tight pussy. The walls of her warm entrance were trying to remove his foreign member but he continued pumping in and out of her.
The release of her orgasm had yet to stop when his rod finally left her pussy, she could hear his breathing getting heavier and felt his cum shoot onto her back, some landing on her ass cheeks and pooling in between her curves. He kicked his clothes away and groped his little one's ass, "get on the floor on your knees and crawl to the bed, then get onto the bed with your face on the pillow and your ass in the air. Wait for further instructions." The good student did as she was instructed.
To be continued...