I sat naked on the sofa in the hotel room waiting for Jim to return. He had meetings all day today and he told me to enjoy myself but to be here when he returned. He expected to be back a little after 4 pm and it was now 3:45. His rule was that I had to be naked in the hotel room at all times, unless he gave me permission otherwise. The last time we had been together, I had violated that rule and paid the price for it. I wouldn't make that mistake again.
I had enjoyed a wonderful day; I had shopped and wandered around the city near the hotel. I had bought some gifts for my family and I had bought some new sexy underwear. I was looking forward to showing Jim my purchases but really I was just looking forward to seeing him. This was our fourth meeting. The first one was just an evening; an hour or so at a bar and then some mind blowing sex afterwards. He was a dominant man but a kind lover and I couldn't wait for a repeat performance. A few months later, we had our first weekend rendezvous. We had a whole weekend while he was at a conference and we developed a comfortable relationship that was full of sex and some stimulating conversation. It was not quite a year later when we managed to get together again and he became more dominant in his control of me and I loved it even more.
He had been here for a couple of days but I had arrived late last night. He met me at the door of the hotel room, gave me a deep kiss, took my luggage and directed me to the middle of the room. He put my suitcase away and then sat on couch and directed me to strip. He had told me to wear some of the sexy clothes that I had bought on my last trip with him. I had on a red short skirt, a leopard print thong, and light blue deep V-neck shirt, and a push up leopard print bra, sporting plenty of cleavage and some sandals.
I slipped off my sandals then leaned over towards Jim as he sat there watching me. This gave him a full and open view of my tits and cleavage. Shaking just a bit before bending back up and pulling my shirt over my head, I heard he command, "Bend over and let me see your ass." I turned and bent over. My skirt was short enough that it showed him my ass prominently displayed with the thong string in my ass crack.
"Back up here." I heard him say.
Still bent over, I backed up and felt the sting of his hand hitting my ass cheek. And then I felt it again on the other cheek.
"Remove your panties next." He said.
I stepped back and removed my thong.
"Next your bra."
And I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I bent over and let my tits spill out of my bra as I shrugged the holster off my shoulders. My tits hung down, showing my 44DDD in their full glory. I heard his breathe do a sudden intake which made me immediately wet, as if I already wasn't. Having me leave my skirt on, he then reached for my hand and pulled me into his spread legs and pushed me to my knees. His boxers were tenting as his cock lengthened with anticipation of my mouth. I quickly took his semi hard cock into my mouth. I had been eager for this moment for several months. I loved sucking his cock.
After only a few moments of licking his cockhead, sucking gently, and orally worshiping his cock, I felt the pressure of his hands on the back of my head. He picked up the pace of my movement and began to face fuck me in earnest. A few seconds later, I heard Jim moan, felt his cock twitch and suddenly the wonderful taste of his sperm flooded my mouth. Oh what a splendid taste.
Jim was a routinely early riser and had an early morning meeting the next day, so we went to bed with my hand cupping his soft cock and my soft breast against his arm. It took me a few minutes to fall asleep as I had been left still horny but happy.
As had become our routine, he awoke in the middle of the night with a raging hard on. I felt his fingers in my pussy and I awoke eagerly anticipating what would come next. Without a word, he felt my wetness and then crawled between my legs and plowed his hard cock into me in a single stroke. His hard cock hit the mark with my wet pussy and he was pistoning in out of me. For the middle of the night he had staying power and I reached above the headboard to steady myself from banging my head. He stopped and pulled me down in the large bed and went back to his fucking. He leaned over me and bit at my nipples which pushed my orgasm over the edge and he came shortly thereafter, collapsing on me for a few moments before rolling over and back to sleep. I was now sated and very happy and drifted off with him.
I was awakened in the early morning light with the pressure of a slightly hard cock at my lips. I opened them to the pressure and I was suddenly having a breakfast of soft cock which was rapidly becoming hard cock. I licked and gobbled and bobbed on the cock until it was as pumped in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face with his morning wood and then drenched my throat with his hot sticky cum as a morning breakfast drink.
After a shower, he dressed and got ready to leave for his meeting. He kissed me good bye and told me to remember the rules and that he would return a little after 4. I had gone back to bed and gotten up much later. And now I sat here waiting for his return. As I travel some, I am often in hotel rooms in the nude -- figuring there is no good reason to have clothes on -- but knowing I was in this state because he required it and knowing he was going to be fully clothed when he returned gave me an antsy feeling in my gut. And I was forbidden to play with myself to relieve my increasing desire.
Right on cue, shortly after 4, I heard the card slide through the door and the click of the lock. Jim strode in and my heart and other parts quicken. He has a certain presence about him that makes you want to follow him, trust him, and obey him but he doesn't have to give direct orders -- the mere suggestion is enough.
I was appropriately undressed when he came in and he acknowledged his pleasure. I was thrilled to have gained his approval. He said he was a little tired and because he had another early morning meeting and he wanted to take me out that night, he wanted a short nap. He asked me to lay down and be his pillow. I laid down on the bed and still dressed, he curled up with his head on my tummy, his hand in my pussy and I put my hand on his back and within a few moments, he was a asleep. I listened to him breathe and snore softly and tried to sleep myself but I was afraid if I moved I would wake him and I didn't want to do that so I just laid there thinking and fantasizing about my life as his sub.
When he awoke, it was late enough that is was time for us to get ready for dinner. He changed from dress slacks to jeans and he reaches into my luggage and pulls a low cut blouse, a short mini skirt, a push up bra and a pair of thongs. I dress and slid into a pair of sandals. Dashing on some make up, I trotted behind him to the car.
He opened the door for me and rubbed my upper thigh as it was exposed when I entered the car. I know his mind was on sex, as we had not had any for over 10 hours at this point. This might have been a record for us being together. After he got on the interstate, he patted his crotch. I looked at him not certain if I understood or not. We had been together in the car before and he had never asked for this so I wondered if I was reading something into his gesture that wasn't intended.
"Yes, slut, I expect you to suck me while I drive. More importantly I expect you to worship my cock while I drive. It will give you something to do. And pull that top down and let me feel those luscious tits against my leg while you do."
