You are in a long hall. The burgundy carpet is plush and soft as you make your way to the appointed door. When you reach the room, your heart is filled with anticipation and nervousness. The time has finally come. You are about to meet face to face with the man you have dreamed about, and played with your pussy till it hurt. You reach a slightly quivering hand out to knock on the door. You stop yourself in nervous hesitation. This is him! This is really about to happen. All your lust filled dreams are about to come to fruition. The man that you have imagined taking your ass cherry and making you the cum slut you've always wanted to be is right on the other side of this door. You take the plunge and knock on the door before your nerves send you running in fear.
You feel rather than hear him come to the door. You hear the locks being opened and the door knob turn. Your insecurities rise into your throat. But you quickly steel your resolve and push them away. The door swings open and there he is. He is a large man. Standing at about 6 feet tall, he is large in body. He has big, searching brown eyes. His eyes seem to look into your soul and wash away all your fears. He looks at you as if he want's to devour you whole. He is wearing a royal blue robe, with royal blue slippers. It is slightly open at the top to reveal a bare chest, slightly covered with hair. You want to run your hands all over it.
"Good evening." He says in a deep southern accented voice.
"Hi." You manage to squeak out.
"Come on in. I have been so looking forward to meeting you." He says.
You smile at him as you look into his eyes. Still to smitten to speak, you take his hand and let him pull you into the room as he shuts the door. He then leads you into what appears to be the living room of the suite. Soft jazz is playing on the stereo. On the coffee table, you see a bottle of champagne chilling in ice. And to the side of it, you see a tray filled with chocolate covered strawberries. You feel his large hands and arms encircle your waist. He leans down and gently kisses your neck. You lean back into him as his large hands seem to swallow your breasts. Just as quickly as it started, it is ended. You open your eyes and turn around to see him taking you all in with his eyes. You are wondering if you look alright.
"Would you like to sit down?" he asks.
"Yes."
There are other things that you would like to be doing, but his touches have left you weak in the knees and you need to sit to regain your senses. As you walk around the table to the white leather couch, you notice a large mirror on the other side. You see that he is moved by your appearance. The curve revealing blue satiny evening dress with blue shawl has had an effect on him. And since you are braless and pantiless underneath, makes it more obvious that you are moved as well. Your large nipples are straining against the satin material. Two hard points aiming straight ahead. Not unnoticed by him either. Your red hair is done up with curly tendrils down the side. Your make up professionally done to perfection.
He begins to pour the champagne. When the glasses are full, he picks up a strawberry and holds it at your mouth. You gently take a bite. It is exquisite. Just the right blend of tartness and sweetness combined to make it heavenly. You chew slowly as he watches. A bit of juice dribbles down the side of you lips. Before you can wipe it away, he leans over and licks it off. Then licks your lips for good measure. He offers you the rest of the fruit. You take it gladly in your mouth. In the process, sucking on his fingers too. His breath catches in his throat at the unexpected pleasure. As he slowly draws his fingers from your hungry mouth, he reaches for a glass of champagne and hands it to you. He then takes the other and lightly touches your glass before sipping his. You drink as well. It is the best you have taken before. It is smooth and rich. The bubbles tickle your nose and make you giggle. He smiles.
He takes both glasses and sets them back on the table. He gets another strawberry and this time puts it half in his mouth. He leans over and presses the other half into your mouth. You both bite into the chocolate covered fruit at the same time. Juice drips down both of your mouths as you chew. You can't resist the urge to return the earlier favor. As you lick his mouth clean, he kisses you deep and hard. Your tongues twist together like writhing snakes. He is delicious, tasting of chocolate strawberries and champagne. Your nipples feel as if they are going to rip the top of your dress off. Your pussy in on fire. You are leaking cum like a leaky damn. He lies back with you on top following him down. His hands are all over you. You can't seem to get enough.
Suddenly, he stops, eases you back and gets up. You look up at him with anticipation. He picks up the tray of fruit, the champagne and glasses and motions for you to follow him. You leave your shawl on the couch and follow him to the bed room. In it is a chair made of the same white leather and a large king sized bed. The bed has light blue sheets and a royal blue spread. All which have been turned back in anticipation of your arrival. He sets the champagne, fruit, and glasses on the night stand. He turns to you and gives you the most passionate kiss you have ever received. His hands are all over your body heating you up. Your pussy feels like the very fires of hell itself. He then crosses the room to the chair and sits. Looking directly at you, you see a serious expression come over him.
"Strip for me" he commands. He then presses play on a CD player that is setting next to the chair on the floor. A very rhythmic yet hypnotic song begins to play. You start to sway to the music. You first begin to dance, as you do, you slowly move towards him. You turn and motion for him to undo your sipper. He does so. Ever so slowly. When he is done, you turn around and slowly pull down the top of your dress. Since you have no bra on, you hold one arm over your nipples and continue to slowly pull the dress down as you undulate to the music. You slowly turn away from him and use both hands to pull the dress all the way down. You look back over your shoulder and stare at him provocatively as you step forward out of your dress. You are now only wearing your blue stiletto heals. You bend over, showing you freshly shaved pussy lips. You run your hand up and down your thighs, slightly touching your pussy. You turn around to face him. He has a hungry wolf look about him now. You can see that under his robe, he has a raging hard on.
He points to the floor and says, "Down on your knees slut!"
