As soon as Russ closed the hotel room door behind him, I sank to my knees and reached for his zipper. He smiled as I pulled his cock free and brought its thick length to my lips. He sighed as his head hit the back of my mouth and—after a short struggle to relax and position myself correctly—slid down into my throat. He wrapped both hands in my long, dark hair and pulled my face flush with his flat abdomen, forcing the last few inches as deep as they would go. I whimpered, gagging and struggling to breathe around his thick shaft.
"Through your nose, baby girl," he reminded me and I followed instructions, instantly relieved that I wasn't going to suffocate on his cock. He pistoned his slim hips against my face, pulling his cock out until I only had the beautiful mushroom head between my lips, then slamming the whole length down my throat again. He groaned deeply, enjoying the tight fit of my mouth around him as well as my fingers rhythmically squeezing his tight swollen balls. I wanted so badly for him to cum down my throat, but I knew he wouldn't allow it... yet.
Sooner than I wanted, he pulled his cock from my mouth and smiled down at me. "Did you bring everything I asked?" When I nodded, he said, "In your carry-on bag, right?" I nodded again, staring at the deep red head of his thick cock, almost overcome with the urge to lick it. He chuckled and said, "Did they search your bag?"
"Yes," I said softly, my cheeks flooding with red as I remembered the look on the face of the TSA agent who opened the bag, then—seeing the plethora of sex toys inside—quickly closed it again. My embarrassment was exactly what Russ wanted, the small humiliation of a total stranger's knowing that I was traveling to Baltimore in order to be sexually dominated.
"Good girl," he told me, stroking my cheek with a large hand. I sighed, loving the gentleness of the gesture. It would be one of the last gentle things Russ would do for hours. "The whole time I was in Afghanistan, I just wanted to abuse these," he said. He reached for my big tits, confined in a black lace push-up bra under my low-cut black blouse. His fingers closed over the globes and he squeezed. Hard. Until tears sprang to my eyes and wetness flooded my pussy. "You like that, don't you?" I didn't answer right away and he squeezed harder.
I gasped, "Yes, Daddy." I bit my lip to keep from begging for more.
He turned from me and reached for my carry-on bag. He opened it, pulling the 2-foot long riding bat from its depths. He grinned as he snapped the leather tag against his hand. It made a loud CRACK! And I jumped, knowing that I would soon feel it against the most tender parts of my anatomy. At his direction, I unbuttoned my blouse and eased it off my shoulders. The black lace emphasized my paleness, dramatically contrasting with Russ' desert-darkened skin. Before I was prepared, the bat snaked out and bit into my left breast, leaving a deep red rectangular mark on its surface. A second later, he gave my right breast the same treatment.
For a moment, he stood still, admiring his handiwork. He pulled both of my tits free of the bra's cups, leaving their heavy weight supported only by the underwire. "Those are going to bruise nicely," he murmured, bending to bite one nipple, then the other. Deep teeth marks appeared on each breast, centered over my silver dollar sized aureolae and my fat nipples stood erect. "I wish you'd told me you wanted this sooner."
"I was afraid," I whispered. I was also a little ashamed at how much I enjoyed the pain he was beginning to inflict.
He laughed and squeezed my ass through the flirty black skirt I wore for him. "Every time we've fucked, hasn't it been rough?"
"Yes," I whispered. "But rough is one thing. This is another entirely."
"Oh, it definitely is, baby girl," he whispered back, then kissed me passionately, "And I'm going to enjoy it thoroughly."
He left me panting, both tits aching from his attentions, and turned back to my bag. Rummaging through its contents, he found what he wanted and returned to me. "Hands above your head," he ordered. I complied immediately and he unhooked my bra, allowing my heavy tits to bounce free. With a smile, he began to wind the long leather straps around my breasts then my neck, criss-crossing the material half a dozen times so that it was positioned securely. My breathing became ragged when I realized how tightly he was binding me. It didn't take long for my tits to start swelling. They stood high and erect against my chest wall, held in place so that they wouldn't move. Looking down, they looked alien... and more beautiful than ever before.
I was still marveling at how the restricted blood flow made me feel, stretching my skin until it was taut, shiny, and reddened with the tips grossly distorted, when Russ pulled me face-down onto his lap, so that his hard cock thrust against my rounded belly and my big tits hung down. He pulled my skirt up and bared my ass to him. I knew he loved those big, round globes almost as much as he loved the ones he'd just bound. He slid his finger from my asshole all the way around to my clit, groaning at the wetness he found. "Christ! You really DO want this, don't you?"
My tits were throbbing, their color deepening, as gravity pulled against them. The more swollen they became, the wetter my pussy got. "Yes, Daddy," I cried out as his finger slid into me, first into my pussy, then into my asshole. Once again, I was so grateful for his big hands.
He worked that finger in and out, loosening my ass little by little. He added his middle finger when I started arching my ass up toward him, a sign that I was ready for more. "Does that ass need to be fucked?" he asked with an amused tone.
