All characters in this story who engage in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age.
Here it was--room 214. I paused at the door for a couple of deep breaths, trying to ease the trembling that had been building in the pit of my stomach since last night when Sir had issued my final instructions.
I was really going to do this: not only sucking a cock for the first time, but giving myself--submitting--to this dominant man. My legs shook, and I leaned one hand against the door jamb in case my knees buckled.
It would be okay, I assured myself. I had talked to Sir online for several weeks, and he seemed kind enough...if very commanding. Bethany had talked to him, too--sufficiently for her to feel comfortable giving me permission to come here tonight for this: my first time to have sex with a man.
One more deep breath, and I put my hand to the door handle. I had been told not to knock--the door was unlocked and opened easily. I found myself in a short foyer with a closet to my left and a bathroom to my right. I could see part of the main room, but only the part with a desk and entertainment center. The bed and other furniture were out of sight around the corner.
Quietly, I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. Hands shaking wildly, I followed my orders, removing my clothes, folding them neatly, and stacking them on the counter next to the lavatory.
Finally, naked and quivering with nerves, I opened the bathroom door and dropped to my hands and knees. I lowered my head submissively so my hair fell across my face, and I slowly crawled into the hotel room.
Raising my head just enough to peer through the fall of hair, I saw Sir sitting in the room's single easy chair. He wore black slacks, dress shoes and a crisp, white, button-down shirt. I didn't raise my head to look him in the face, but lowered it again and crawled toward him.
When I was close enough to his shiny black shoes, I took the position he had described to me, sitting on my heels, knees apart, hands clasped at the small of my back, chest out, tits up, eyes down, mouth open--ready to be used as Sir pleased. I was committed; it was done. My fate was in his hands--for the next few hours, at least.
Sir regarded me silently for several long minutes, then leaned forward and placed the tip of one finger beneath my chin, prompting me to raise my head. He brushed the hair out of my face and leaned back once more in his chair as I knelt at his feet.
I'd seen his photo before, so I knew he was an attractive man, but seeing him in person...he just looked so...
big
...especially since he was dressed and I wasn't. I felt like a tiny, naked creature quailing under the scrutiny of a giant. My breath caught, and the ball of nervous energy gyrating in my chest caused my boobs to jiggle slightly.
Finally, Sir spoke, and a shiver raked my spine at the deep, rich authority in his voice. "Undress me," he said, gentle but unyielding, "begin with my shoes."
Hands trembling, I leaned forward to touch his left shoe. The polished leather was slick and cool beneath my fingers, and I had the sudden irrational urge to kiss it. Should I? He hadn't said to, but....
I decided to take a chance and follow my instinct. Slowly, I leaned down and placed my lips against the toe of his shoe. Following another unreasoning impulse, I extended my tongue and licked the cool leather. The musty, acrid flavor of polished leather filled my mouth, feeding a quaver of astonished excitement that rippled through me at my daring submissiveness.
Still leaning close to his foot, I pulled the laces, unraveling the knot, then moved my fingers up and around his sock-clad ankle. He lifted his leg a little, and I gripped the shoe's heel to pull it down and off. The odor of feet rose to my nostrils--not too strong--cut with a hint of lavender scent.
I let my fingers stroke over the black knit surface of his sock for a time, then reached beneath his pant leg to find the elastic band at the top. I drew it down, and he lifted his knee again so I could pull the sock off.
I stared at his foot--so large and angular compared to Bethany's, and slightly hairy on top. I touched it lightly, stroking with my fingertips, then leaned down and placed a kiss reverently on his arch. "Mmmm," Sir rumbled, and the sound reverberated through my body, causing something deep inside my belly to turn warm and soft.
I repeated my obeisance with Sir's other shoe, this time rubbing my cheek against his bare foot and letting my hair sweep across it. His approving rumble set my insides aquiver like a half-set pudding.
When both his feet were bare, I settled on my heels once more, scooting back a few inches to give him room. I waited, head bowed, until he stood. He untucked his own shirt, unbuttoned and removed it, tossing it onto the bed, then stood there, the fly of his pants only inches from my face.
I lifted my head slowly as my gaze traveled up the long, straight columns of his legs, snagged momentarily on the bulge at the front of his pants, then continued upward to stare wonderingly at the hard ridges of his abs, the furred slabs of pectoral muscles, the thick, powerful shoulders and arms.
My god, I thought, he could break me in half with less effort than I would expend squashing a bug. My belly quivered, and I felt a droplet of liquid fall from my naked crotch onto the back of one ankle. Per Sir's instructions, I had been edging for the past week--with Bethany's gleeful assistance--and my kitty was drenched and throbbing.
