**** This is a short story, Amy is a young, pretty 26-year-old wife and trainee lawyer. About 5ft 5 with long light brown hair, slender legs, a tight waist, and dark brown eyes. She has just arrived at the Savoy hotel. She has been blackmailed by her husband's coworker after he caught her forging documents that would incriminate her husband in fraud. ****
I sat on the edge of the crimson four-poster bed. Looked at the outfit he had picked out for me. If you could really call it an 'Outfit'? It was simply a pair of the most whorish black patent thigh boots you could find with matching black PVC opera gloves.
I looked at him with an expression of disgust on my face, trying to get his attention.
He didn't look up from his book but just said "In case you hadn't figured it out, you need to put those on"
I rolled my eyes and picked up the boots and slipped my foot in heels. It was a bit tight but my foot fitted in well enough. Then I proceeded to zip the long shiny leather up my long slender leg up to the thigh.
"If my husband ever found out about this he would kill you" I spat.
"Well, if you perform well he won't have to," he replied dismissively from behind his book.
I picked up the long gloves and pulled them all the way up my arm. They were snug and very tight but my hands were a good fit.
I stood up and turned to look at the naked man lying on the bed. His eyes popped up for the first time from behind his book.
"Lose the underwear" he ordered
I bit my tongue and pulled my fingers over my underwear and began to pull. He watched me as I exposed my sex and slid my lace panties down my leg, stretching them out a bit to get them over the top of the boots.
I could hear his breathing get heavier as I reached behind and unclasped my bra, sliding it down my arms and letting it fall to the floor. Letting my firm C-cup breast flop out on view
I turned to face him, covering my chest and vagina. He was now sitting in the center of the bed, the book now lying face down on the floor. He was stroking himself, I watched as his prick began to get thicker and harder as he stroked it gently. until finally, it stood up independently.
"Drop the hands," he said softly.
"You don't have to do this, we can still just call it even" I pleaded.
"Drop the hands." He said this time with more force.
And so I dropped my hands and felt the air on my nipples and my freshly shaved pussy.
"Much better, now come here" he ordered.
I moved toward the bed but I had only taken a few steps before he spoke again.
"Uh uh, from there" He pointed to the end of the bed,
I let out a sigh, I could tell he was enjoying this and not just from the stiffness of his cock.
I walked around to the end of the bed, holding a wooden pillar in each hand.
"Now, crawl to me."
I crawled onto the bed leather of my boots making a squeaking sound as I bent over. I slowly made my way toward him on my hands and knees. My ass swayed from side to side as I went.
His rhythm began to increase as he rubbed his thick shaft. The same shaft I knew he planned to impale me on.
I stopped at his bare feet, I looked at him lying in front of me, stiff cock in hand and muscular chest pulsating with every breath.
I began to feel hot, really hot. The gloves and boots restricting the air to my body I figured.
"Closer," He said with a cruel smirk.
I hesitated for a moment, before stealing my nerves and proceeding to crawl over toward him. As I moved over I was torn between trying to not look at his cock but I didn't want to look at his face either.
I couldn't believe my situation, I was being blackmailed to dress up like a whore to be fucked by this man. He was going to own me tonight, I was going to be his own personal sex toy. The thought began to make me even hotter.
Before I knew it we were face to face I looked into his dark blue eyes. And for the first time, I felt a tinge of fear. Fear that deep down I might end up enjoying what he was going to do to me. My pussy was now directly above his cock, I could almost feel the heat of it on the lips of my pussy.
"That's better" He whispered
Before I felt his strong arm against the back of my head as he pulled our lips together and forced his tongue into my mouth. His tongue wrapped around my own like a snake coiling its prey. I tried to pull away but his strong hand held my head in place. Forcing me to push hard against his hard chest.
Then suddenly he released his grip causing me to fly back due to my own resistance. Causing me to slide back onto my knees and that's when I felt his cock slide across my exposed cunt, parting my lips and resting at the entrance of warm, soft sex.
Causing me to let out a slight gasp.
"Okay, I can work with this..."
He gripped my ass cheeks, causing me to grab his wrists. Then his face became stern.
"Remember why you're here Amy" He ordered again.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I relinquished my grip.
He began to move me up and down, grinding my pussy lips along his dick. I could feel myself getting wet as I slid along him, over and over. I looked down at the tip of his cock, the foreskin had been pulled back by my movement and it was now covered in my juices.
I began to let moans slip out as I grinded his prick. I hadn't even noticed that he was no longer moving me, his fingers were coiled between my own. And I was rubbing myself along with him... willingly. I couldn't deny how turned on it was making me.
Then he yanked my arms down and locked lips with me again. This time however my tongue met his and I embraced his kiss.
As our tongs lashed about like a pair of eels, wrapping around each other, spreading our saliva between us. I felt a tug on my hair, he pulled my head away from him.
"Time for you to pay up Amy," he said with a wicked smile.
He pushed my head down towards his crotch. I had already accepted that I was going to have to suck his cock but now that I was here I just couldn't bring myself to put it in my mouth.
I looked down on the rock-hard cock waiting eagerly for me to pleasure it. I took it in my gloved hand and began to rub it gently up and down.
"Maybe he would be happy with just a hand job" I tried to convince myself.
"Spit on it" He demanded.
I looked at him in disgust and then welled up saliva in my mouth and let a ball of spit fall from my mouth right onto his dick. I proceeded to glide my hand up and down, using the spit as a lubricant.
"What am I doing?" I thought to myself as I watched my PVC-encased fingers, covered in spit stroke him up and down.
Despite my resistance, I felt so hot and my pussy was soaking wet.
"I think I could go for a bit more of that saliva" He smirked
I began to build some more spit in my mouth before he spoke again.
"No, no I'm going to need a little bit more than that..." His face told me all I needed to know.
There was no getting around it. I took a deep breath, relaxed my jaw and encased his warm prick with my wet mouth, and began to suck up and down on his uncut shaft. I rotated my head as I glided my lips up and down, intent on giving him the best blow job I could.
"Oh yeah," He moaned as I licked his tip while it was still in my mouth.
Then I deep-throated him again, I could taste him completely as I held him deep in my throat. I did my best to ignore the painful strain from the guttural contractions and kept swallowing more and more of the protrusive dick-meat down my throat. My plan was to make him cum as quickly as I could but as the thick dick was gagging me a horrible thought crept into my mind. I pulled my pink lips off his cock, letting out a popping sound as I did.
"Who said you could stop?" He said after a moment, once he realized I wasn't going to continue servicing his now soaking member.
"You're not cuming in my mouth," I said seriously.
"Oh?" He said with a look of surprise on his face.
