We meet for couple of drinks. I only want one, but you insist and I am actually enjoying the conversation, so I continue to drink. Before I know it I'm feeling buzzed, not drunk because I know what's going on, just buzzed enough not to give a damn.
We decide to leave and I mention that I can't drive home like this. You tell me not to worry about it and that you have it handled. You tell me to get into your car. I get in and you drive a short distance. When you stop your car, I look out the window and see a hotel.
"Oh hell no!" I say. "You're married. We were only supposed to get together and talk..." You stop my rambling by grabbing me by the back of the neck and pressing your lips firmly against mine. I suddenly feel very dizzy; maybe I drank a lot more than I thought.
"We're just going to talk here. I just want you to be comfortable. Just relax" You release me and tell me to get out and follow you. I do so warily and you lead me into a hotel room. I sit on the bed as you lock the door. As you start to walk toward me, I try to shrink away from you, but suddenly you're right in front of me and pushing me so I'm laying down on the bed and you're on top of me.
I start to fight you; telling you to get off me or I'll scream. One of your hands covers my mouth and the other is squeezing and punishing my tits through my shirt. I can feel your hard cock grinding against me. I try pushing you off me and I'm yelling at you through your hand. You suddenly grab both of my hands in one of yours. The other goes back over my mouth.
"You have to be good little whore or I'll have to punish you. I already have to punish you for all the whining you've done so far," you growl at me. You ask me if I understand. Through your hand I tell you to fuck off. You remove your hand from my mouth long enough to slap me hard across the face. You ask me again if I understand. I remain silent and shoot you a dirty look. You slap me again. You stress the words, "Do. You. Understand?!" I whisper yes. You raise your hand to smack me again.
Quickly, I say louder "Yes Master."
"Good slut," you say as you get off me. You pull me up by my hair to stand in front of the bed and you lay back down. "Get undressed whore," you order. I start slowly undressing. Your eyes watch me and every once and a while you mumble something like "Look at those whore tits" or "I can't wait to rape that ass." I stand in front of you naked sneaking glances at the door trying to figure out if I could actually make it. You must have seen me looking because you tell me not to fucking think about it. You get up quickly and push me back on the bed face down.
You hold me down with one hand on my bare back and start beating my ass with the open palm of the other hand. I squirm, but try to remain silent. When the tears come to my eyes, though, I start to beg you, "Please stop Master. Please. I promise I'll be good." You stand and I slide to the floor not sitting on my ass, but kneeling waiting for the next thing you'll say or do. You take your cock out but leave the majority of your clothes on.
"Suck my cock, bitch." i hesitate. "Move!" you order. I jump, but quickly move to take your cock in my mouth. I start to suck on the tip of your cock, but that isn't enough for you. You grab my head in both hands and start to fuck my mouth. I gag and try to pull away. I push against your thighs; scratching and pinching, but you continue to fuck my mouth.