Relaxing in the tub I feel the exquisite soreness of my overused cock. It has been a full day and I'll need some time to recharge. My aching prick reminds me number 36, sweet Abbie. It wasn't three weeks ago when I first heard her name. She was telling a hostess her name for the table, "Abbie, spelled 'ie'", it rolled out of her mouth with such practice I know she has been saying it her entire life.
She controls so much of her world keeping her employees and even her friends on a strict schedule. She is one of the few that saw me stalking her. I do my best to be just another face in the crowd or, even better, appear not to be there at all. Number 36 has a keen eye though and she obviously saw through my subtle disguises and attempts at being just another leaf in a bush. I was watching her finish up a lunch with coworkers sipping my soup with the slow determination of the "old man" disguise I was wearing. I saw her pay the check and head towards the door.
From where I sat I should have seen her cross in front of the windows heading back to her office. When I didn't see her I scanned as far as I could without whipping my head back and forth yet still nothing. I tried to turn casually towards the door when I hear her voice from close behind me, "Looking for me?" she asks. In my surprise I knock over my water glass and without a thought I reach out and gently catch it to stop it from hitting the floor. "Nice reflexes, for an old guy," she says with a sardonic squint.
I'm flustered by her boldness and attempt to act like a confused old man which her expression shows me she isn't buying a word of. She steps close to me and cuts me off with a curt "Listen! I know you have been following me, you obviously want something from me; get cleaned up and meet me at room 1234 at the hotel on the corner." She flicks a card with her fingers and drops it neatly into shirt pocket. She then turns so quickly that her straight red hair whips my face and I catch a whiff of jasmine.
This isn't the first time one of the women I have wanted to add to my list has been forward or dominating in her own right, but it is the first time I have been caught. She saw right through me even down to what I want to do to that tight little ass of hers wiggling away from me in her skin tight gray skirt. Thinking about how her smooth calves will taste and how delicious it will feel to run my fingers into her open throated blouse I stare at her until she is out of sight.
I realize that many people in the restaurant have stopped their eating to watch the our little play and some are still staring at me to see what I will do. I catch the eye of my server and significantly overpay for my simple lunch. As I'm leaving the place I quickly come up with a plan. A detour to my car for different cloths, jeans, a form fitting t-shirt, and light coat against the wind, then to the hotel lobby bathroom to clear as much fake grey from my hair as I can, ripping off the fake mustache trashing it and my outfit I head to the front desk to purchase two robes. On the elevator I pull out the soft robe belts and cut a few strips of cloth from the robes themselves with a pair of foldable scissors that always come in handy.
I hadn't planned on tying up number 36 today so I didn't bring any of my collection but, the soft strips of robe will do. After trashing the remaining shreds of robe and concealing the belts and strips in my jacket pockets I make my way down the hallway to room 1234. I keep wavering on how to start with her, should I make her come to the door so I can pin her against the wall never letting her make a move without my direction or let myself in and hope to surprise her by wrapping one of my ropes around her throat?
I stand outside the door fiddling with the card key and almost knocking. Finally I decide to use the key, she did give it to me and maybe her idea of how the afternoon should go will be worth exploring. I slide the key into the slot and hear the whirr of the lock disengaging. Before I can even move my hand to the handle the door swings open and number 36 is there. With one quick glance at my changed appearance she drops to her knees and grabs at the button on my jeans before I can take a breath she has me exposed and my half hard cock in her mouth. I mentally recoil even as my hips push forward into her warm and wet mouth. She uses her tongue to stroke the bulging vessels of my shaft coaxing my growing meat to the back of her throat. Within moments I've grown enough to feel the tight circle her throat taking in the head of my cock.
She doesn't gag she swallows hard and starts up a pace of pulling my dick deep down her throat then out for a quick breath and more tongue action then back into the depths of her mouth. Shockingly I can feel myself nearing orgasm and I try to speak, try to gain some sort of control over this situation, I try to overpower my instinctual desire to drive my throbbing beast of a cock deep into every wet, hot, little hole in the world. She must have felt me trying to overcome my instinctual thrusting because she grabs both of my ass checks and shoves her face into my hips.
I feel her swallowing and licking and sucking, somewhere outside my world of sexual intensity is a universe made up of the sound of her moaning. Moaning, my cock feels like the king of pleasure palace and she is moaning in enjoyment. I can't hold on any longer I drain myself into her, somehow I recognize that I stabilized my thrusting and shuddering by holding on to the door frame. With a bleary mind I look around to the hotel hallway, still empty, I look down at her sucking and swallowing the last drips of my orgasm with a satisfied expression on her face.
She gets to her feet, turns into the room, and motions for me to come in, still a little light headed I move to a chair in the far corner. Looking onto the bed I see an assortment of dildos and lube placed for easy access. She had gone into the bathroom to clean her face and brought me a hand towel. "Clean up and let's see how long it will take you until round two," At that moment I felt like "round two" wouldn't start until next month sometime.
