Chapter 7
He was naked when I pushed open the unlatched hotel room door. I don't know if he had started stroking himself when I called to tell him that I was close by or whether he was aroused by what he had planned for the next few minutes, but he was definitely excited.
He took the bags that I was holding. By then I was working a different job in this city, and had a bag with my work stuff in addition to the bag holding our lunch, the lube and the crop.
"Boy, your hands are cold", he said. I told him that it was freezing out there.
He moved each of my hands into his armpits, warming them and immobilizing me. Then he took my head in both of his hands quite firmly but tenderly kissed me with that softness in his lips but with the urgency in his tongue. It moved under my lips and traced the line around my teeth. Then it went deeper into my mouth. You know how much I love that. By now his firm grip on my head was as much of a turn on as his lips and tongue.
He pushed my coat off my shoulders and threw it on top of the bags. He began unbuttoning my blouse from the top and told me to take off my skirt. As we both worked, my camisole was exposed. He noticed a lock and a key that adorned the collar. As he thumbed it he said that he really loved it. I told him that it stands for my heart and for my willingness to be his captive. He left the camisole on and ran his hands over my puckered nipples.
He took my hand and led me to a pillow that he had placed just inside the door. I noticed the mirror on the closet next to the hallway. He told me to kneel down and look in the mirror. My heart leapt. It was like watching the movies that I now enjoyed so much. A woman on her knees and a man erect in front of her. I groaned. He put his hands on my head and turned his body slightly so that I could see my mouth in the mirror. He pushed in gently at first. Then he pushed deeper. I felt my pussy clench and pulse as I watched it in the mirror.
I knew that I was about to gag from taking him in so deeply. Gagging is very unpleasant, but I insisted on staying deeply on his cock. I knew that that was unusual. Most women have to pull up once they gag. I refused. One time that actually led to my vomiting. But I still refused. He told me that when I gagged, he could feel it on his cock.
Every time I gagged I produced large quantities of saliva. Most women in the movies try to swallow that. He told me how much he loved to feel it sliding down his cock and into his balls. As I gagged, my eyes began to water. Through the haze I saw the woman in the mirror surrendering completely to her man's pleasure. He did too. His cum burst into my mouth. I swallowed all that I could, but some ran down my chin and onto my camisole. I used my finger to capture all that I could and swallowed that too.
He lifted me and kissed me deeply, sharing the cum. As he did that he hugged me quite powerfully. He led me into the bed and laid me down so that my legs were hanging off to the floor. I lifted myself as he removed my pantyhose and panties.
For the first time, he saw that I was hairless.
He whispered, "Oh my god, I love it."
I felt that I should have been shy to be so exposed, but I wasn't. He was so intimately aware of all facets of my lower regions that I just felt that I was exposing myself even more intimately. I liked it, too. I wasn't sure what I was going to tell my doctor, but for now I reveled in the heightened intimacy.
In that position and with no hair, my clit was quite exposed. His tongue started softly to lave it. My hands went to his head. His tongue licked further down and into me. He licked all the way down to the bottom and to that skin between my pussy and my ass. Oh my God. He was moving lower. I told him that he shouldn't because I had to go to the bathroom after my shower and I also lubed myself so that I would be ready for you. He ignored me. He lifted my legs, exposing me completely. I wondered if he could smell me. Then I felt his tongue on my anus first gently and then more aggressively. I stroked my clit as he did it.
After a few minutes he moved back up on me. He took my hands and put them on his head. He pushed them to force his tongue more tightly to my clit. He knew that I was close. He stopped for a second and brought his index finger up to my mouth. I pushed it in as far as I could, soaking it. He took his hand and placed his thumb on the bottom of my cunt. Then he gently pressed his soaked finger against the lips of my ass. More, I said. He began to pinch his thumb and finger between my two openings. When his tongue returned to my clit I imagined two cocks penetrating me at the same time. As I came and came and came and came I nearly crushed him.
Oh the pulsing as, afterwards, he held my clit firmly against his thigh. It's the most glorious feeling that a woman can have. It didn't stop for what felt like many minutes.
Afterwards, we both fell asleep, my back touching his front. His hand gently, lovingly in my hair.
When I talked about porn movies before, I told you that they weren't very exciting for me. That had changed. For one thing, and this really surprised me, I found that I really loved to look at erect cocks. I felt a tingle as if I were in the room with them. I didn't want to be with the men, but I'd really like to be with their cocks.
Next, we watched a film that changed me pretty dramatically. Looking back on it, I think that it would be reviled by the #Metoo movement. I'm still not sure where I come down on whether this film showed non consensual sex. You decide.
