Over the last three months, I fit the girls into my schedule. Alvin and I worked out in the gym of our office building several times a month. We adjusted the schedule to cover any night I'd go to meet one of the girls. The girls adjusted the hotel the rented a room in from Embassy Suites to the Crown Plaza, because it was less than a block away from my office. I didn't have to move my car, and risk it being seen in the parking lot.
I wrapped up the paperwork I had on my desk, and let Alvin know I was leaving. He was on his way to the gym, and gave me his usual 'lucky dog' pound. I arrived at Room 921 a little before 6PM. This was my 5th time coming to this room. A key always arrived for me in an envelop on Thursday Morning, and Tori always paid the bill. She was in town last month, and performed the most sensual striptease for me I had ever seen.
I never knew who was waiting for me inside, or what we might indulge in. Before Tori, it was Janice. She was Black and Philippino – thin, with perfectly round ass. She wanted to be made love to, and was in a flowing negligee when I arrived. She had candles around the room, slow music playing, and a bottle of wine. We sipped wine while she sat on my lap and I told her about my day. She rubbed my back a little, then I carried her to bed. I left her negligee on for a long time, while I just kissed and caressed her body. By the time our clothes come off, and I slid into her, she had tears in her eyes. As I worked my dick slowly in and to of her pussy, I whispered in her ear how beautiful she was – and she went over the edge. She fell asleep immediately after we were finished, and told me later she didn't wake up until it was time to check out.
I opened the door just as the shower stopped running. I took my shoes off, and hung my suit jacket over the back of a chair. There were two bags over by the closet, but no candles or anything else was set up. Leanna came from the bathroom with one towel around her body and another wrapped around her head. The water was still beaded on her shoulders, and what I could see of her chest.
"I was hoping you would be out here, Mr. Thomas," she blushed.
"Great timing," I smiled.
Leanna went over to her bags, got a bottle of lotion, and climbed on the king-sized bed. "How long do I have," she began lotioning her legs.
"Until about 7:30," I took off my tie and shirt. I went to her and slid the lotion bottle from her hand. I pulled the towel from her head; her wet hair fell across her shoulders and down her back. I looked down at her, but she wouldn't look up. I pulled the towel around her body loose, and it fell around her. Her body was incredible! Her breasts were slightly more than handfuls, with perfectly circular areolas that were two shades darker than her skin. I put lotion on my hands, and started rubbing it in on her shoulders. She wouldn't lie back when I tried to guide her to, so I knelt down to lotion as much of her body as I could reach. When I finished, I kissed her hard nipples, "Are you a virgin?"
Leanna shook her head.
I sucked her nipples a little, then asked, "What's your nickname?"
It took her a moment to answer, "Bond girl."
I leaned back, "What position is that?"
She got off the bed, revealing a wet spot that was at least an inch and a half in diameter. As I watched her ass as she went over to her second bag, I leaned over to get a preview of what she smelled like. She turned around with handcuffs and some straps in her hands, "Get it, bond girl."
"I would have never put that together," I laughed. "Are those for you or me?"
"She came back over to the bed, "For me. I've fantasized about bondage ever since my first boyfriend and I were caught by a police officer at a closed park."
"Caught doing what?"
She put the straps in place at the head and foot of the bed as she spoke. "Doing what young lovers do," she giggled. "It was a warm summer night; about 11:30. Both our parents were home, so we drove his car to a park a little ways from where we lived. He drove in with the lights off, so we wouldn't attract attention, and parked facing the street to see if anyone was pulling in. We started kissing and stuff, and touching and stuff, and he got me to of all of my clothes – even my socks. I pulled his dick out of his shorts, and sucked it a little, then I climbed on him. My back was to the street, so he was suppose to watch out. Right when I was about to have a good orgasm, a cop taps on the window.
"He makes us get out of the car right then; won't let me grab nothing. He said he'll arrest us if we grab anything – including clothes. I'm in tears as I climb out – bare-ass naked. I'm standing there trying to cover my goodies, and he's going on about how there's been a lot of drug dealing in parks around the city after dark. We're both trying to explain like crazy that we aren't there to buy of sell drugs, but he's not listening – he's just steady looking at me. He asks us for ID, and says if were both clear of warrants and stuff, and if the car is clean, he'll let us go. Eric had his because he still had on his pants, but mine was in the car. He tells me to go in the car and get it, and is shining the light on me the whole time. I tried to go in my purse with one hand and cover my ass with the other, and I finally got it. He took our IDs, then frisked and handcuffed Eric. I'm really crying now, thinking about his hands on me. He said he probably didn't have to frisk me, since I didn't have pockets, but he still needed to cuff me in case I decided to run. Where was I going to go with nothing on? I begged him not to cuff me, but he put my hands behind my back and put the cuffs through the door handle.
"Eric is bent over the hood apologizing to me profusely, and the cop is looking at me while he's backing up to his car. He keeps the light on me while he checks our records – which takes forever. He came back, said we were clear and that he had to check the car. When he finally climbed out, he had my panties sticking out of his shirt pocket. He sad we were free to go, and while he was uncuffing me he pressed his erection into my back.
I told Eric to take me straight home. I went right to bed, but couldn't sleep. I couldn't get the situation out of my head for a good two weeks. One night when I was reliving it, I stopped being scared and got kinda aroused. I told my best friend about it, because I thought I was deranged. She said I was safe, and nothing bad happened, so ease up on myself. A couple of night later I masturbated while reliving it, and came so hard. Bondage has been a fetish ever since.
My dick was clearly showing through my pants. "We're going to recreate that night?"
"And then some," she brought the handcuffs to me. "He was white, but about your age."
I took the cuffs, and turned her around to put them on her wrists.
"Wait," she pulled away and got her cellphone. "I promised Kim back then she'd be in on any reenactments," she dialed.
"What?"
"She's the only person, besides you now, who knows."
"Hold on; I need to know I can trust this girl before you bring her here!"
Leanna spoke into the phone, "Kim? You ready? Okay girl, enjoy – I know I'm going to!" She sat the phone on the nightstand, "She's in San Diego and is just going to listen."
"Oh, okay," I blew a sigh of relief.
She winked at me, "Officer Owens is handcuffing me now." She turned her back to me with her wrists crossed.
I picked up on her cue, "I need to frisk you first." I put her against the wall, "Hands against the wall and spread your legs."
"Please officer, let me go."
"Spread your legs, little girl!" I smacked her bare ass.
"Ow! Yes sir!"
"You're under arrest for indecent exposure. Don't move." I took a moment to savor the sight, then knelt down and ran my hands up her right calf and thigh. I did the same to her left calf and thigh, then continued to her cheeks and spread them. She was messy wet. Do you have anything in there I should know about?"
"In my ass?"
"People hide things in there all the time," I blew on it.
She was startled, "No sir, there's nothing up there."
"Well, I won't be doing my job right if I don't check," I touched my tongue to her puckered hole, and she let out a squeal. I licked it a few times, enjoying the fresh taste.
"Oh shit," she bent her knees, causing her ass to poke out a little more. "I told you I wasn't hiding anything in there," she panted.
I stood up, "I need to be 100% sure." I ran my finger between her legs, then eased it into her asshole. She let out a guttural groan. I moved my finger back and forth a few times until she relaxed a little – then I added a second finger.
"Noooooooooo!"
"What's he doing to you?" Kim asked.
I pushed my fingers deep, "Tell her."
"He's got his fingers in my ass," she struggled to say.
"Do you like it?"
She moved her ass on my fingers, "No sir."
"Don't lie to me, or I'll put a 3rd finger in."
"I like it, I like it!"
"Tell your friend," I twisted my fingers as best I could.
"I like it, Kim."
I pumped my fingers, "She didn't hear you?"
"Shit! I like having his fingers in my ass!"
"Good," I slid my fingers out, "You're clear." I brought her arms down to handcuff her.
"Officer, you can't take me in like this. I'm not dressed!"
