A sharp knock at the door shatters the silence. I take one final moment to consider my predicament, feeling the excitement knot my stomach. I try to picture the scene that She has created, the scene She's watching unfold.
I hear Her get to Her feet, Her heels pressing into the deep carpet, the swish of Her dress falling down Her thighs. I can hear Her breath as She circles behind me and makes Her way to the door. There's a short conversation, a low murmuring of voices and then silence. The door closes with a soft thump and I hear the lock being turned. She circles behind me again and drops into Her seat and I hear Her take a sip from the glass of Prosecco I poured Her moments ago.
In the silence that follows I have one last moment to consider what I am about to do. I am kneeling in the center of the hotel suite floor. It's dark outside, the night sky pierced only by artificial light. She has opened the curtains completely, the floor to ceiling glass windows offering prying eyes in the building opposite an unobstructed view of what is taking place.
With the exception of the chastity device that is caging my cock I am absolutely naked. As instructed I have shaved my genitals and trimmed the remainder of my body hair. I kneel to attention, knees apart, back straight, head slightly bowed, eyes down, the picture of submission and compliance. The tension grows, I feel light-headed, dizzy almost with anticipation.
And then I hear the sound I have been straining to make out. The presence of a third party in the room. I am not allowed to look, She has been clear about that but my peripheral vision picks up movement from the corner of the room. A man approaches me slowly. With my eyes fixed on the floor all I can see is a pair of brown leather brogues and blue suit trousers. But I can smell him, his masculine aftershave precedes him and adds a further sensory element that threatens to overwhelm me. He stops when he's about 3 feet away and I imagine him looking at me, his eyes taking in what is in front of him, in front of Her.
Another man naked, caged, submissive - clearly there for his pleasure. I hear him slowly, excruciatingly draw down his zip. Silence. I know better than to look, Her instructions are clear, my eyes are to remain lowered. Now I hear him again as he takes a step closer. And another, until he's standing directly in front of me, towering over me. My senses are going into overdrive, the tension makes me want to scream. I ask myself over and over again what I'm doing Here. But the answer comes back the same every time - 'because you want to be, you asked Her for this'.
My eyes catch movement directly ahead of me, I see his hands go to his crotch and then there is perfect stillness, perfect silence during which I can hear only the sound of my own laboured breathing as I struggle to calm myself down. But I can feel him now, so close to me. The heat that is radiating off the erection that is now a matter of inches from my face. I know it's time.
The scene finally is set. I know now I am allowed to raise my eyes, in fact I am required to raise my eyes. To look at him, not in the eyes, that is not allowed but I am required to study his glorious erection. I quickly assess him and gauge that he's about 7" long, possibly a little more. But he's girthy, much thicker than I am, and much more than I was expecting. Immediately fear spikes inside me, I feel my skin prickle right down my spine at the thought of trying to take all of him. As I study him, he completes the reveal, undoing his belt and dropping his trousers and underwear to the floor. He's completely shaven, his shaft and balls utterly hairless, emphasising the size of his incredible cock. He stands still but his cock is bobbing up and down with anticipation, pulsing in expectation, a tiny droplet of precum oozing from the tip. The scent of his arousal now dominating and filling my head.
Exactly as requested by Her, I open wide and lean forward at the hips, taking him into my mouth, closing my lips around his shaft and feeling for the first time the sensation of another man's cock. I am shocked by how he feels, the velvety smoothness of his mushroom head on my tongue and against the top of my mouth. The heat that comes from him. The strength that literally pulses through his cock. The heft of his meat as I pause now with about three inches of him inside my mouth.
I can't resist moving my tongue over the underside of his shaft as I ever so slowly withdraw, tasting the sharp tang of his precum. For several minutes I repeat the same action, my head moving backwards and forwards, taking him into my warm, wet mouth, saliva building as I begin to become accustomed to this new sensation. On each stroke I vary how deeply I take him, sometimes just allowing the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking firmly and swirling my tongue all over the end of his glorious, thick cock. At other times I go as deep as I can, desperately trying to relax as I impale my face onto him, taking as much as I can into my mouth, fighting the urge to gag as I feel his erection press into the back of my mouth. And every time I make sure to close my lips around him, mindful to keep my teeth away from him, trying with everything I have to give him the pleasure he needs.
Becoming more confident now I allow myself to reach up with my hands and take hold of his shaft. With one hand I stroke up and down his cock, mesmerised by the sight of my own hands taking hold of his powerful erection. I can hear his breathing now, harder, more urgent and I can feel him pulse in my hand. With my other hand I cup and then caress his balls, feeling their weight, marveling at just how soft and smooth his skin is. I can't resist licking him now, pressing the flat of my tongue to the base of his shaft and licking all the way to the top. I do it over and over again, licking and tasting him, running my tongue all over his fat cock, stopping from time to time to focus my efforts on the tip and flicking my tongue over the most sensitive part, on the underside just below the tip. I know that drives me wild and I hope it does the same for him.
