It was a lazy Saturday morning. After a challenging week I was looking forward to some relaxation. I was still in bed when the phone rang.
"What are you wearing right now?" asked a sexy male voice.
Hearing that voice again after so many months made my spine tingle. I had met Tony a few years ago through work. We had hit it off and one night at the end of a drunken office party I had mentioned that I liked dominant men, and that I would love to find a man who was willing to push the limits with me. Tony had changed the subject and I thought I had scared him off, but later when he drove me home he asked for my phone number. The next morning he had called me with a series of demands and from that moment I was his personal part-time sex slave.
We carried on for about a year and a half, getting together every few weeks for a day or night of raw sex. At work we were careful to conceal the true nature of our relationship, but when we were together it was explosive. Finally, eight months ago, Tony told me that he had found a woman he wanted to have a serious relationship with. He resigned and went to work elsewhere. I had not seen him or heard from him since.
"Well?" Tony was impatient, "Are you going to answer me?"
"I'm not wearing anything, I'm still in bed."
"That's fine, I like it when you are well rested. You have 15 minutes to get yourself together the way I like you. I'm on my way to pick you up."
I should have been annoyed, angry that he felt he could just call out of the blue and expect me to do anything he wanted, but the truth was that I would do anything for Tony. I could already feel myself beginning to get wet with anticipation. Fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity, but I needed more time to prepare.
"Tony, please can you give me half an hour?" I pleaded with him, " I really want to be ready for you."
"Are you still my whore?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Tell me that you are still my slut."
"I'm still your slut, Tony."
"Good, I'll see you in 30 minutes. Don't be late."
With that he was gone. It was all I could do not to drop the phone. I had to focus on getting ready. Quickly I had a shower, shaved my legs, trimmed my pussy hair into a narrow Mohawk and painted my toenails bright red. I brushed my hair, did my makeup, and put on a sexy little sundress with nothing underneath. I dug my stilleto sandals out of my closet and put them on. Finally, I packed a bag with a couple of pairs of nylons, bright red lipstick, underwear and soap. In 25 minutes I was ready and eager to see his car in the driveway.
Right on schedule the silver Mercedes convertible pulled into the drive. I walked slowly to the car. I did not want him to know how eager I was. After all, a girl has to have some pride. As I got into the car I tried not to let my dress ride up my thighs. I wanted to keep him guessing. I should have known that he would not want to guess. As soon as I was seated he shoved his hand roughly between my thighs and under my dress. He ran his finger along the lips of my dripping pussy and smiled, confident in the knowledge that I had followed the rules, and that I was completely under his spell once again.
"Good girl," he said with a wickedly sexy grin, "you know exactly what I want, and you are going to give it to me, aren't you? And, in return, I'm going to make you scream."
I couldn't suppress a little moan of pleasure. He just laughed and licked his finger clean of my juices. As he put the car in gear and left the driveway I looked at him. He still took my breath away. He was tanned, but not too much. His medium brown hair was casually windswept. He had gone to no special lengths to look good for me, he never had, but he still managed to look incredible. He was wearing Ray Bans, but I could imagine the look of lust in his steely blue eyes. Oh, how I wanted to feel those blue eyes scrutinizing my nakedness.
"Lift your dress up around your hips and play with yourself." He said while turning onto the highway. "I want all those horny truckers to see you masturbate."
I felt so humiliated as I complied with his demand. The Mercedes was quite low to the ground, and with the top down virtually every driver on the road could get a good look at what I was doing. I closed my eyes tight; perhaps if I couldn't see the other drivers on the road then they could not see me. Unfortunately I could not close my ears and the sound of car horns blowing as we passed ensured me that my little show was being observed and appreciated. Tony just laughed.
"That's it, Baby," he said, "Now lick your fingers clean and then play some more. Don't close your eyes. I want you to see the reaction you are getting. You look so good fingering yourself, you might just cause a traffic accident."
Fortunately it was a short drive. We turned into the motel parking lot and Tony went to get the room key. We always came to the same place. It was old and run down, but it was one of the few motels that had beds with headboards that Tony could tie me to. While Tony was gone I took the opportunity to straighten up my clothes and regain some of my composure.
Tony came back to the car and we drove along to our room. He got out and opened the door for me. As I stepped out of the car he grabbed my ass hard.
"It's so good to see you, I've missed fucking you. I'm going to make up for the time I've been away. Are you ready to pleasure me? Are you going to do exactly as I tell you and make me a happy man?"
"Yes, Tony." I whispered.
"Good, let's get started. I don't want to wait any longer."
Tony reached into the back of the car and picked up what looked like a camera. The thought of posing for his pictures made me shiver with anticipation.
I grabbed my bag from the car and followed him into the room. It was dark and dingy and it smelled of stale sex, booze and tobacco. He closed the door behind me, took my bag and threw it on the bed along with the camera and his sunglasses. He reached out to me. I felt his hands entwined in my hair as he pulled my face towards his own. I was surprised by his gentleness as he kissed me. I had been expecting a hard kiss with his tongue exploring my throat, but Tony was taking his time. I reveled in the kiss and enjoyed the change in his manner, but the change was short lived.
"God," he said, almost as breathless as I was, " I almost forgot why we came here."
With that his kisses became harder, more urgent and demanding. He pushed me up against the door and leaned hard into me. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to, but that didn't matter because there was nowhere else I wanted to be. He backed away from me and put his hands on my shoulders. Firmly he pushed me to my knees facing him. He slowly removed his belt, undid his pants and pulled out his semi hard cock.
"I want to feel my cock against the back of your throat you little slut."
Hungrily I wrapped my mouth around his cock. I knew he liked the way I gave head; he enjoyed the eagerness I demonstrated; he loved the way I swallowed his come. I wanted to give him maximum pleasure to make up for the 8 months we had been apart. I worked my way down the length of his shaft until I felt the head of his prick against my throat. I tickled the underside of his cock with my tongue, tracing the throbbing vein along the entire length. I grabbed his ass and dug in my nails knowing that the pain would enhance his pleasure.
Tony's hands were on each side of my head and he began thrusting his groin into my face. I could barely breathe but I would not stop sucking that cock. Suddenly Tony pulled away and re-fastened his jeans.
"Don't go," I whimpered, "I want to taste your come."
"You are not getting off that easily, Baby. I have so much more in store for you. Before this day is over I am going to come in every hole of your body. You are going to be my beautiful come-covered whore!"
He picked me up from the floor and with one swift movement removed my dress. I quickly stepped out of my heels. Finally I was naked before him. His eyes raked my body hungrily.
"Did you bring everything?" He asked.
"Yes, Tony." I replied.
