Nervously, I pace back and forth across the hotel room. I have waited for so long for this day, yet I'm terrified now that it's here. I pause for a moment to check my reflection in the mirror. Short black skirt, no panties...breasts straining against the thin white silk of my blouse, free of a bra. I'm faintly embarrassed by the outline of my nipples, already so hard and showing clearly through the fabric. I followed his instructions to the letter, and can only hope he's satisfied.
As the time we agreed upon grows closer, doubt begins to fill my mind. What if I'm not what he's expecting? What if I can't fulfill his desires the way he has already filled all of mine? "Stop it, Michelle" I say out loud. After wanting him for so long, and needing so badly to submit completely to him, I can't let my fears stop me now.
I gasp as I hear the key turn in the door. I quickly move to the door to take his jacket and briefcase for him. I can feel his eyes burning into me as I bend to set his briefcase in the closet. In the next second, I am on my knees as he looms behind me. His hands run through my hair as he holds me to him, and I can feel his cock already growing in his jeans.
"Ah, my good little cumslut, are you ready to hand yourself over to me?"
"Yes, Master," I reply, "I am yours to do with as you please." I feel a calmness settle over me, and know that I've made the right decision.
Slowly, he turns me to face him. God, I want so badly to rip his clothes off now and take him in my mouth, my pussy, my ass...to feel his cum on my body would be sheer heaven! But I know I must wait for it, so instead I bow my head, trembling at the thought of what's to come. Slowly, he unzips his jeans and slides them over his hips. "Look, Michelle. Look at what your Master will give you if you're a good girl." I raise my eyes and a moan escapes me as I see his cock for the first time. Veins are throbbing all along its length, and I close my eyes to imagine how it will feel in my pussy.
I'm brought back to reality by the sharp slap of his cock across my cheek. "Did I give you permission to close your eyes? Were you supposed to be daydreaming, girl?"
"I'm sorry, Master," I reply. "Please forgive my moment of weakness." In reply, you draw my head to you. I open my mouth and before I have a chance to react, your cock is buried deep in my mouth, and I can feel my throat opening to make room. You wrap your fingers in my hair and begin a slow, leisurely thrusting. All I can think of is how good you taste, and how right this feels.
You begin pumping harder and faster, telling me what a good girl I am to swallow you so well. Harder and faster, deeper and deeper, until I feel a heat building...my pussy is drenched, and my legs begin to shake. You notice too, and suddenly you stop. "Did I give you permission to cum, girl?" I slowly shake my head with tears streaming from my eyes, both from the enormous cock in my throat and the need to cum.
You pull out of my mouth, and keeping your hands wrapped in my hair, pull me to my feet and to the bed. I find myself thrown on the bed on my hands and knees, and quickly drop to my elbows, head between them, in the submissive pose I know you like so much. You grab my hips and pull me back to the edge of the bed. I stifle a scream as you run your fingers down my freshly shaved pussy, feeling how wet I am.