He came into the hotel room without knocking. I was sitting on the bed reading and looked up absently as he entered. I wore the short black slinky dress he had requested, thigh-high fishnets and red stiletto heels. As he had ordered I neither wore a bra or panties.
He strode over to the bed and stood looking down at me, nothing even approaching a smile crossed his features. I licked my lips and smiled nervously. He was attractive, much more attractive than I had expected, somehow this unnerved me even more. He had full lips, walnut colored skin and eyes so brown they almost seemed black. "H-hello . . ." I said with an uneasy voice.
He shook his head. "If I wanted you to speak, I would tell you to speak." He stood less than a foot away from me, close enough for me to smell the scent of light cologne and the way it mingled with the rich new leather of his gloves. Both of his hands were encased in finely made thick black leather gloves. Despite the warmth of the room he made no attempt to remove them.
I nodded my head. Of course, I should have known better, but this was all so new. I hadn't done this before. When I answered the ad I hadn't been sure what to expect, but this wasn't quite it. I felt blood rush to my face. I was already starting off on the wrong foot.
"Lay back; raise and spread your knees."
His words slapped me in the face. I felt my stomach churn. I knew I would expose myself for him, but he just made the command so casually. I hesitated and he lifted his brow in a questioning way that signaled his unhappiness. I quickly lay back on the bed and did as I was told spreading my long brown legs. I felt the cool air conditioned air on the swollen lips of my cunt. I was wet. I had been wet since I had gotten ready this evening to meet him here. In truth, I had been wet all day in anticipation.
The scent of my leaking sex filled the room. I felt blood rush to my face in embarrassment and shame.
He released a low sound like a growl. A pleased growl. It was the first sign he had given me that he was even remotely happy with anything I'd done. "You're already so wet," he said softly. I looked down. My pussy lips were glistening and sticky with my juices. It had leaked a bit onto my thighs. I was sopping. "And your lips are so thick and swollen. I didn't know you had such fat pussy lips. You really are a slut."
I swallowed and my I felt a rush of blood surge in my head. I wanted to protest and shake my head but I said nothing. I must have begun bringing my legs together because I felt his leather-glove clad hand reach out and slap my thigh sharply. "I didn't fucking tell you to close your legs, slut."
