Jennifer lay on the king-size bed in the hotel room, looking at me pleadingly. Her small 5’3”, 105 pound frame was spread across the bed. Her wrists and ankles were secured with nylon and Velcro straps to the four corners of the bed, and she was gloriously naked. Her small nipples were hard and pointed, and her pussy glistened as her wetness betrayed her attempts to control her mounting desire and anxiousness.
“What time is it? Shouldn’t he be here by now? Maybe he’s not coming,” she said in a small voice. I looked up from watching the game on television. I was seated in a chair next to the bed, fully dressed, trying to look like I was paying no attention to the beautiful naked woman at my mercy just a few feet away.
“Did I say you could speak?” I asked her with a slight smile. “Don’t worry, Al will be here. He knows only too well just what’s waiting for him.”
Al was one of her old boyfriends, one who Jennifer had lived with for a short time. According to my little slut, he had a large cock, long and very thick. It was a cock she had often taken inside her tight little pussy, and even more often into her talented and willing mouth. She had fucked and sucked him many times, in beds, outside, in offices, in cars, and even with other people watching and participating. She hadn’t enjoyed that big cock in quite a while, but she remembered it well. I could tell by the way her eyes glazed over slightly when we talked of him.
I had told her if she was truly going to be my slut, my personal little whore, then she had to prove herself to me. I told her I was going to tie her to the bed, and then watch (and perhaps participate) while her old boyfriend used her in any way he saw fit. To ensure her embarrassment, I made her call Al and set it all up. He had been only too happy to agree, and said he would meet us at the hotel.
Just then her cell phone rang. I looked at the number, smiled at her, and then answered it. It was Al. He was in the parking lot, and needed to be let in. I told him I would meet him at the door from the parking lot.
I could see the fear flash across my little sub slut’s face as I stood up. “Please, cover me until he comes in”, she whined. I picked up a small towel and tossed it carelessly over her, covering much but not all of her body. Then I leaned over, kissed her deeply, and said “Make me proud, little slut.”
I met Al just inside the door. It was the first time we had ever met, but he was pretty much as Jennifer described. He was short and rather heavyset, with a friendly smile and an outgoing manner. He was a street-smart kind of guy, and he wore a tool belt. We chatted for a minute as we walked to the door. Then, before opening it, I said “The idea here is I want her used. Whatever you want – she’s yours.” He smiled, nodded, and I opened the door.
Al walked in smiling, just like he owned the place. He looked over at her and said “Hi Sweetie!” Then without breaking stride he walked directly over to her and picked up the towel, displaying her totally naked body to his appreciative eyes as Jennifer gasped. “Just wanted to make sure you were really naked under there,” he said smiling and leering at her.
As she often does, Jennifer began making small talk. As Al took off his coat, she asked him about mutual friends, his work, and anything else that popped into her head. Al sat on the bed next to her, while I sat in the chair on the other side of the bed. As the two of them continued with small talk, like they were sitting in a restaurant or something, Al began to casually run one of his big hands over Jennifer’s small but perfect breasts. She let out a gasp and a small moan, but kept right on talking.
Then Al and I began to talk. We chatted about current events, sports, and other things. I could see the frustration and anger on Jennifer’s face as she knew we were ignoring her on purpose, making her feel like the slut she so obviously was. But she played along, jumping every time Al would unexpectedly reach out and run a paw over her naked flesh.
