Sweet Release

I'd just finished my second drink when I noticed her. She walked to the bar and sat down a few stools removed from me. I stole a look out of the corner of my eye and then another. She was beautiful, but I wasn't here to pick up strangers- I just wanted to unwind.

I'd had a long day, doing work I hated, in a city I didn't know. In a few days I'd be back home and I couldn't wait to sleep in my own bed again. The hotel was pretty nice, but I wanted to get home, lie on the sofa, watch TV and drink. These trips were exhausting and I'd been feeling pretty rundown since I'd arrived.

But the whiskey helped. As I ordered another I started to feel like I was relaxing a little. The bartender took the lady's order after mine. I couldn't hear what she asked for, but her voice sounded nice. It was smooth, had a little accent. He mixed her something up and set it down in front of her- the kind of fruity cocktail that was mostly sugar. Not my cup of tea but I wouldn't hold it against her. The whiskey made me feel bold so I started to risk stealing longer glances.

She really was very cute. Her dark brown hair framed her face perfectly and fell just above her collar. Her eyes were blue and they drew my eyes every time I looked at her face. My eyes flicked from hers down to her full, red lips and back up again. She wore a blue dress that revealed just enough of her full breasts to have me reconsider my initial thoughts on not trying to pick her up. It wasn't likely, I supposed, but I might have a little fun trying.

I started to time my drinking so that mine ran out just before hers. Once, when I looked, I caught her looking back. She was very smooth, she didn't blink, twitch or smile. But she held my eyes just a little bit longer than one might expect. I felt a little more confident after that.

When she had just a few sips left I caught the bartender's attention and ordered another whiskey. 'And another drink for the lady, if she'll accept it,' I said. The guy actually rolled his eyes and then looked at her.

She looked at me. 'Why not?' she shrugged. 'Thanks.'

'Don't mention it.'

We sat in silence as the bartender made and served the drinks. I'd opened the door for her. I'd leave it like that for now, see if she wanted to follow me through it. Sure enough, a minute later...

'You look tired,' she said.

'I feel tired.' I replied. 'I hope I look better than I feel.'

'I didn't mean any offence,' she laughed. 'You look pretty good. Just a little tired.'

I smiled and loosened my tie. That was how it started.

Ten minutes later we took a booth in a quiet corner of the bar, but then all the corners of the bar were quiet. The whole hotel seemed pretty dead. I liked it that way when I travelled- quiet rooms in quiet hotels with quiet bars. It helped me relax when I was off the job.

'I'm... Karen,' she said with a faint smile.

'Charlie,' I said, giving her my hand. I noted the pause. It wasn't her real name. That was okay- Charlie wasn't mine.

'Nice to meet you Charlie.'

'Likewise.'

We sat quietly for a moment, smiling at each other. She sipped her drink and then licked her lips. I was definitely getting a vibe. She really was incredibly sexy. Her face was well proportioned, her big eyes caught the light that hung above us and her mouth was full and red. Her dark hair was the perfect shape to compliment it all. I'd followed her to the booth and taken in the full curve of her hips and ass, and managed to sit down just before the growing contour in the front of my pants gave the game away. As we sat there I found my eyes unconsciously darting to her breasts which were filling the top of her dress and showing plenty of cleavage. When I looked up again she caught me and grinned. I decided to distract her.

'I hope you aren't going to ask me about work,' I said. 'It's terribly boring and I don't think I could be bothered explaining what I do. I know the very well the glassy stare of a woman who asked me about it and then regretted it.'

'I couldn't care less about your job,' she shrugged, 'and I hope you don't want to hear about mine.'

'No,' I smiled, 'not in the least.'

We spent another half an hour and another drink making small talk, flirting, laughing at silly things and mentally undressing each other. I was just starting to think about how to ask her if she'd like to come to my room when I heard a faint thud coming from underneath the table. A second later her foot was sliding up and down the side of my calf. The conversation stopped and our eyes locked. She smiled an evil little smile and tilted her head down so she could look up at me. I tried to play it cool, smiling politely, but my stomach had flipped and I felt a bead of sweat roll down my temple. She knew what she was doing to me.

She slipped her foot up the bottom of my trouser leg and hooked it round my calf. It was bare and soft. Her toes curled and dug into the soft flesh there.

'You seem tense,' she said innocently.

I didn't miss a beat. 'Did it get hot in here?'

'I don't think so,' she said and took another sip of her drink.

'Very strange.'

She pulled her foot away and for a moment I thought she was finished, but soon I felt it begin to massage the inside of my thigh. My cock started to swell. I glanced down and saw a perfectly formed foot with perfectly painted toes, just inches from the head of my dick. It was small and shapely and the nails were painted a pale violet.

I looked back at her and she gave a little giggle, and then looked briefly annoyed that she'd let it out.

'Are you okay?' I asked.

'Peachy,' she replied. 'You?'

'Oh, I'm just grand. Just thinking I need to settle our tab soon. I hope you let me foot the bill?'

She snorted slightly, but recovered quickly. 'I'd be happy toe... to, I mean.'

I looked down again, giving up the pretence and saw her toes reach the head of my member. I felt the pressure of them and my cock stiffened further, sliding further down my trouser leg.

'I thought so,' she whispered, but I was too distracted to reply.

She began to knead my cock and balls, oh so gently; curling her toes and pressing down as it pushed back against them. I was beginning to throb and felt a little stickiness. My dick had pushed out the bottom of my briefs and I knew there was going to be a wet spot on my trousers. I locked eyes with her again and held her gaze. Her grin was gone, replaced with a faint smile and her eyes burned into mine. She was watching me, looking for a reaction. I felt like I should give her one.

I took a quick look around and saw it was still quiet. Just a couple of patrons with their backs to us and the bartender was busying himself with whatever he was doing. I looked back and stared at her, unblinking. Then I slowly moved my hand to my zipper and slid it down. She stopped playing with me but held her foot there, ready, and she never took her eyes off mine. I reached inside my pants and tugged at myself, finally feeling my cock leap out from my waistband. It was free now. I gently repositioned everything so it was comfortable and she waited patiently while I did. At last I pushed it down towards her foot and as soon as she felt it she got to work.

I saw her smile as she began to stroke my cock, running her sole up and down my shaft and occasionally positioning it between her toes so she could jerk it. I gave a low growl, involuntary and surprising to me. Her eyes lit up and she moved faster. I felt my dick pulse and spurt a little pre-cum which ran down on to her toes and she spread it over my shaft as she stroked. I don't know how long she played with me like that, but I know how good it felt. We barely knew each other but I knew I was going to fuck her and I knew it was going to be amazing.

'Wanna get out of here?' she asked suddenly.

The question pulled me out of the trance I was in and the pleasure I felt stopped abruptly as she pulled her foot away and slipped her shoe back on. She was almost out of the booth when I realised what was happening... and I saw that it wasn't a question. I quickly fixed myself and slid out. She walked towards the lobby while hastily paid the tab and a minute later we were in the lift. I pressed the button for the fourth floor.

'You pressed the wrong button,' she said.

'My room is on the fourth floor.'

'We're not going to your room. We're going to my room. My room is on the third floor.'

She smiled at me and I shrugged. I pressed the button for three and watched as the door closed. She'd taken me by surprise so far and I liked that... but I also couldn't let her get away with it. It was risky but I wanted to show her that I wasn't going to be her toy. As soon as the lift started to move I spun around to face her, took a step forward and grasped her arms. She relented as I pushed her against the wall, letting out a little 'oooh' when she realised she was trapped. She tilted her face upwards- it was a mask of faux outrage, betrayed by the glint in her eyes and the smirk that briefly appeared on her lips.

I kissed her hard and she squirmed for a moment keeping her lips closed. She kept up the pretence for about three seconds before her lips parted and her tongue darted out to meet mine. We were locked together until the doors opened and when she led me out of the lift I was hard once again.

She opened the door to her room and pulled me inside. She turned on the lights, sat on the bed and kicked her shoes off. I leaned against the wall, put my hands in my pockets and watched her. She smiled and wiggled her toes.

'You're very bold,' she said.

'I am very bold,' I said, 'but not as bold as you.'

She shrugged. 'I'm a bit of a brat.'

My stomach did another flip, but I think I managed to hide it from her. I couldn't hide what was pushing on the crotch of my trousers though. She stared at the bulge and bit her lip. My cock jumped and she smiled wickedly.

'You've got a little something on you,' she said, pointing.

I looked down and saw the wet spot at the top of my thigh. 'I do. I wonder how that happened?'

'A mystery,' she replied. 'If you want to clean up the bathroom is behind you. But I suppose you know that.'

I thanked her and went to clean up. Alone in there my heart began to race. There was definitely a vibe here- a different one, but one that I recognised. I was going to have to take another risk, a bigger risk. But if it paid off...

I took a minute to compose myself and roll up my sleeves before stepping back into the bedroom. She was lying on the bed now, but her dress was on the floor. She'd put on a red teddy with black stockings held up with a lacy suspender belt. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I took a deep breath- it was now or never.

I moved to the foot of the bed, never breaking eye contact with her and watched her for a moment as she leaned back and opened her legs ever so slightly to give me a peek of her red knickers.

I steeled myself. 'Stand up,' I ordered.

She did. Straight away and without question. My heart beat a little faster.

'Come here and kneel.'

Again she complied without question. I looked down and her big blue eyes looked back up at me. I wanted her so much then. I undid my fly and released my cock. She looked at it and seemed very pleased, but she didn't take it. She just looked back at me with a smile that suggested that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I supposed I was about to find out if my instincts were right.

'I want you to suck it,' I said.

She looked at my cock for a moment as if deciding what she should do and my heart skipped a beat. Then she looked back up at me. 'Why don't you make me?' she said, matter of factly.

Good girl, I thought and smiled. 'Okay,' I shrugged. I was certain now that I was right and I was beginning to feel that surge of power.

I tucked my cock back in, turned away from her and headed to the wardrobe. Inside I found exactly what I was looking for- two hotel branded bathrobes. I pulled the one of the soft belts out of their loops and closed it up again. When I turned around and she saw me she couldn't hide her smile. She grinned, her eyes widened and I felt my balls tighten to see that eager look in her eyes. I tested the belt by tugging on them. It was perfect- strong and soft.

I stood over her once more brandishing my ersatz binds. 'Stand up,' I said softly.

She smiled and shook her head. 'No,' she said. Her tone was one hundred per cent brat and I thanked myself for taking that risk.

'Up,' I said again, this time with more force.

She hesitated and then got to her feet her face a picture of mock defiance. I moved behind her and brushed my fingers over her ass. She jumped a little, which pleased me enormously. I took one of her wrists in my hand and brought it behind her back, but she pulled it away. I tried again and she did the same. I heard her giggle. She couldn't see my face so I smiled at that- happy that she was enjoying our little game. Finally I took both her wrists and pulled them together. She tried to escape again, but this time I held them there. She struggled for a moment and then stomped her foot petulantly. I laughed and she finally gave in.

I began to bind her as tight as I dared. The cloth belts looked comfortable so I made sure they held her snugly... she needed to know that I was in control. When I was satisfied that they were right I moved in front of her again and gave her a questioning look. She stuck her tongue out at me but didn't try to escape.

I sat down on the bed and let the other belt fall to the floor. 'Get over my knee,' I commanded.

She stared at me, a little smile briefly playing across her lips. I waited, giving her my best attempt at a scowl.

'Now,' I growled, but she ignored me again. She turned her head away, her nose in the air. That did it.

'You little brat!' I said, standing up. I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. She wriggled and writhed on my lap but I held her there.

I pulled up her teddy up and gave her the first one. Smack! She jumped and gave a very convincing 'owww!'. She began wriggling again, so I gave her another, getting the same result except this time she was squirming less. A couple more and she had stopped struggling, her play cries turning to real moans and whimpers. I began to take my time. I ran my fingers over her knickers amd up and down her sex and was satisfied to feel the wet material. She groaned when I found her clit and gave it a little rub. I pulled her panties tight against her pussy and it swallowed them up leaving a beautiful outline in the fabric. Then smack! again. She flinched and moaned.

'Good girls do as they're told,' I said.

Smack!

'Bad girls disobey,' I said.

Smack!

'Brats get punished,' I said.

Smack!

'Which one are you?' I asked.

'I'm a good girl,' she whimpered. I couldn't see her face but her voice told me she was smiling.

Smack!

'Good girls are respectful,' I said. 'Tell me who I am.'

'You're Sir,' she said.

I felt a rush of pleasure and pride. She got it first time.

'Then call me Sir,' I said.

Smack!

'Now, are you going to do as you're told?'

She nodded. 'Yes Sir,' she replied meekly, 'I'll do everything you tell me. I'll be good.'

I looked at her red ass and gave it one more slap. Smack!

'Good girl,' I said, 'you can get up now.'

She stood up and I caught her rubbing her throbbing butt but she stopped when I looked. I stood up and moved close to her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavy and her eyes filled with animal lust. I kissed her gently and then a little harder and she pushed into me like she wanted more passion but I pulled away.

'Patience,' I said.

She smiled and nodded. 'Yes Sir,' she said.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. She gave in straight away and her eyes widened with anticipation as I released my cock again. She stared at it, no longer pretending that she didn't want it. She looked at me, then at my cock, and then back to me, her eyes pleading. I made her wait a little longer, watching her eyes as she bit her lip.

'I want you to suck it now,' I said, my voice soft but insistent.

'Thank you Sir,' she blurted and immediately took me in her mouth.

For the next ten minutes I didn't need to tell her what to do. It was as if she'd pleasured me a hundred times before and new exactly what I wanted. She kissed and licked my cock, softly at first, occasionally caressing the tip against her soft cheeks. Then she'd suck on it a little, gently at first but faster and harder. Finally she took as much of me in her as she could manage and used her mouth to fuck me. When I started to look like I was getting excited she slowed down and the cycle would begin again. Now and then I would feel my cock throb and shoot some pre-cum on to her tongue which she swallowed down greedily, her eyes delighted with her sticky little treat.

The way she pleasured me was like nothing I'd ever felt before- taking me to the edge time and again and knowing exactly how much was just enough. She was doing such a good job that I began to feel generous. I pulled my cock away and took a deep breath, leaving her to look up at me with a disappointed look on her face.

'You did very well,' I said. 'That felt amazing.'

'Did I do good, Sir?' she asked.

'Very good.'

She grinned, happy with the praise.

'I think you deserve a reward,' I said.

Her grin widened. 'Oh please, Sir,' she said excitedly, 'I'd like that.'

'What do you want from me?' I asked.

I thought I saw her blush a little but it was hard to tell in the dim light. She dropped her eyes to the floor and smiled.

'It's okay,' I said. 'You can ask Sir. He might say no, but he won't be mad.'

She hesitated a little while longer knowing I wanted to hear the words. 'I'd like it if Sir would let me cum,' she said finally. 'I want Sir to MAKE me cum.'

'Oh, I see,' I replied. 'Well, I don't know.'

I scratched my beard pretending to think about her request and keeping her waiting.

'Alright,' I sighed, 'I suppose we could do that.'

I stepped behind her and pulled on the bindings. She stood up and I guided her to the bed and made her kneel on the edge. I undid the restraints, spun her around and retied them in front of her body.

'Can we leave them off, Sir,' she pouted. 'I'll be good.'

I laughed. 'Don't push your luck. I remember how badly behaved you were before.'

She pretended to sulk but gave up the ghost. When I had her securely bound I took the opportunity to release her breasts from the top of the teddy. I pulled the straps down over her arms and the bust dropped, revealing her tits. They were every bit as full and shapely as I hoped they would be. I cupped one gently and gave it a squeeze. Then I moved to the nipple and gave it a little pinch. She moaned and the little pink bud hardened between my finger and thumb. I bent down and spent a few minutes licking and sucking on her nipples. I moved back and forth from the left to the right, flicking my tongue over them, making them glisten and keeping them hard. She moaned above me and was thrusting her hips in thin air as if she hoped a cock would appear out of thin air and she could fuck it.

I decided to please her. I slipped my hand down between her legs and let her hump it. Her moaning grew louder as I circled her nipple with my tongue and she bucked on my hand. She was making my knuckles wet with her juice. I indulged her for a minute before stepping back. She thrust her hips into the air a few times before realising I was gone and pouting again.

'Don't pout,' I said, which made her pout more.

I stepped forward again and gave her a little push. She collapsed on her back and I grabbed her legs, pulling her towards me. She giggled. I spread them and saw the dark spot in her lighter red knickers where her juices had seeped through the fabric. I pushed my face in close and inhaled deeply. She was warm and musky and smelled divine. I grabbed her panties at her hips and slowly drew them down her thighs. A thick string of her juice stretched out from her pussy to the material and finally broke leaving a little trail on the bed. My mouth began to water. Her sex was neat and smooth, and looked so inviting.