We're out to dinner and you've suggested I have a drink, to relax. I'm suspicious wondering what you have in store for me. We're seated next to each other at cozy tables with long tablecloths to the floor. Throughout our meal you tease me under the table even at opportune moments such as when the server reaches our table and is talking to me. Later you open the zipper on your pants and take my hand and put it on your dick and lean back with a slight smile when you see me blush.
I want so badly to take it in my mouth rather than my hand and you know my dilemma and delight in teasing me. You stare at me while I fight the urge to get to my knees and suck you right there under the table. I play with your dick in my hand and very softly run a fingertip over and around the head wishing it was my tongue. All too quickly you pull my hand away and smile at me then lean over to my ear whispering, "Later, my sweetslut." My mouth is dry and I run my fingers over my lips before taking another sip of my drink.
Finally we leave and head back to our room. On the way there, in the car, you tell me to open my legs and pull my skirt up so you can see my shaved cunt while you're driving. I run my fingers over my thighs anxious to touch myself but I know I won't do that without you telling me I can. Every stop we come to I pray there won't be a vehicle next to us up high enough to see inside our car. Once in a while you reach over and squeeze a nipple hard and you smile when I wince. You suggest that I should keep them hard for you while we're traveling. I'm glad to have something to do with my hands and enjoy running my fingers over my nipples through my blouse.
We arrive at our room and you open the door for us. I know once inside I'll be expected to remove my clothing and kneel waiting for you. I do this and wait as I've been trained to do, so anxious to feel your hands on my body. I ache all over for your touch. I can see you unbuttoning your shirt, but leaving it on, sitting on the edge of the bed removing your shoes and pulling your belt from your pants and opening the top button. You take the change from your pocket and set it on the counter. You walk around the room adjusting the temperature, the draperies, checking your watch. I catch your every move from the corner of my eye.
You step closer directly in front of me and tip my chin up to look at you. You pull my face against your body, your hands stroking my head, fingers in my hair and suddenly you grab a handful of hair and pull my head back again and with your other hand reach in your pants to pull out your dick. I look up at you and back to your dick before I take it in my mouth. Your hands are still guiding my mouth. My hands are cupping your balls and gripping your shaft while my mouth slides around on your dick.
After a while, you back up and licking my lips, I look up pleading with my eyes not to stop. You smile knowing full well there's more to come. You reach for my hand and tell me to stand and as I do you add that I should bend over the small table near the window. I start to lean over and you tell me to move to the other side so my ass is towards the door. I'm not exactly sure how to position myself but you come close and run your hands all over my body telling me how pleased you are and I feel more at ease. Your hands guide my thighs apart and your foot taps at my ankles for me to spread my legs...still wider.
Now my weight is full on the table with just the tips of my toes touching the floor wide apart. Your hand reaches between my legs and feels all too quickly the wetness from my cunt. You reach to take my arms and bend them behind my back overlapping the forearms so I'm almost holding the opposite elbow with each hand. This allows for very little movement from my arms at all. You tell me to hold them there and I feel you walk away and then return. I'm wishing I could just turn over and feel you fuck me hard right there on the tabletop. Feel you pull my legs up over your shoulders and slam into me hard.
Instead, I feel you letting a leather strap dangle on my back and across my arms before I suddenly feel a slap on my ass from the strap. I jump slightly and let go of my arms and you lean over me telling me you asked me to keep my arms where you placed them. I know. I adjust. Another smack from the strap and I stay still. Your hand slides over my ass soothing it slightly. I'm so ready for your dick in my cunt. I can feel you press near, behind me.
You take the strap and bind my arms in that position, keeping them tight together and overlapped. It sends such a surge through my body to know I have no way of moving them now. Of using my hands. At all.
Just then there's a knock at the door and I flinch and instinctively bring my legs together and struggle to move...to hide without really thinking about it. You scold me at once to stay as you directed. And I suddenly wonder if you were actually expecting this knock on the door. Who is it? I know my ass is the first thing this person will see when you open the door and you go right to the door and reach for the knob, my heart pounding in my chest. I beg you to let me move but you ignore me.