I was in town for three nights on business. The unfortunate part was that there was a weekend caught in between the three business days. I had been sent by my company more for show than substance. They just wanted me there to smile while the contracts were signed.
The hotel was very friendly, and it had a great bar/restaurant on the premises. I had decided to have a nightcap in the bar the first night. The clientele was mostly professional, with business attire being the norm.
A woman sat down at the bar, only a few seats from me, and scanned the room. She wore a Liz Claiborne dress that came down to mid-thigh. It was well-tailored and hung to her curves.
She turned her attention to me and offered to buy me a drink. I thanked her, but I already had one in front of me. A conversation was struck and seemed to flow quite easily.
Soon, the music started, and she asked me if I’d join her on the dance floor. As we got to the dance floor, the music changed to a slow dance. I grabbed her waist before she could walk away and pulled her in close to me. She looked at me with a bit of shock in her eyes and then melted into my body. Our bodies flowed across the floor. During this sojourn, my thigh slid between hers, and she began to ride it. I could tell her body was beginning to respond.
As I was about to kiss her on the dance floor, she raised a hand to my chest and pushed me back. “Okay, stud, we need to talk.”
As we got back to the bar and sat down, I felt her hand intentionally land on my lap. My cock had been enjoying the closeness on the dance floor and had made its presence known. Her hand gave it a firm squeeze. “I’m not a cock tease. Quite the contrary. I’m not here for myself tonight. I can get any number of young men at my workplace to fall to their knees and offer themselves, and they do so regularly. Tonight, I plan on giving you a blow job that will curl your toes. Tomorrow night, though, you will meet my identical sister here in the bar. You will enjoy her company, as we did tonight, and then you will take her to your room and show her what it’s like to be taken by a man. You get a blow job tonight and a fuck tomorrow if you agree.”
There usually is some catch, such as money, and so on. I asked her, “Why me and your sister?” with a quizzical expression.
She looked me in the eyes and said, “She’s married to a pencil-dicked submissive asshole who hasn’t paid attention to her in a year! She needs a good, hard fuck, and I think you’ll give it to her.”
I reached over to her and grabbed her wrist. “I think we have a deal to seal, don’t you?”
“She said, ‘Wait.'” She then took out her cell phone and took a quick picture of me. “She needs to know whom to expect. Don’t you think?”
There was a twinkle in her eyes as we made our way to the elevators. As we got in the elevator, I thought I might press my luck a bit. “So, I get off tonight, and you?”
She smiled and said, “Nice try, cowboy. Yes, you get off, and then I go elsewhere for my pleasure. I like them young and submissive. I have a boy toy waiting. I don’t read you as the submissive type.”
The elevator opened, and we walked down the hallway to my room. I was enjoying the view as she walked toward my room. It was the only one on this floor, as it was the corporate suite.
She looked over her shoulder to see me checking her out. She seemed to be reading my mind. “The body is the same, but the personalities are quite different. Remember that!”
We entered the suite, and she pushed a padded chair to the center of the room. I watched as she reached behind and pulled the zipper on her dress down. “Okay, stud, drop your pants and have a seat. I’m giving you a slight preview of what you’ll get to enjoy tomorrow night.”
I undressed and put my clothes on the nearby couch. I then took a seat in the appointed location.
It was at this point that I watched as her bra dropped to the floor. Her breasts were high and firm. There was not a blemish or mark that I could see on those “C” cup beauties. Her nipples were extended, hard, and prominent.
She grabbed a pillow off the couch and dropped it in front of me before kneeling. My cock was lying across my thigh. It’s a little more than 8” in length and gets quite thick when aroused.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on my thighs while pushing them apart. Her breath glanced over the glans. My cock twitched with the attention. She then began to place small kisses along the shaft. This, too, got my cock’s attention. I then felt a minor, cat-like lick up the shaft. My cock began to swell with appreciation. It shifted from lying across my thigh to taking a breath and pointing towards the ceiling.
Pleased with herself, she looked into my eyes and watched me. A smirk appeared as her mouth closed over the swollen head of my cock. The warmth that enveloped my crown went straight to my head. My hips took notice and began to push forward.
I could see a well-placed confidence in her abilities showing in her eyes.
I reached down to grasp her head, and before I could do so, she drove down onto my engorged cock. I could feel the back of her throat open for the crown. Her nostrils were flaring as she bottomed out at the root of my cock. She had deep-throated me with little effort.
She pulled back and let it pop out of her mouth. It was well lubricated, and a thread of saliva strung from the end to her lips. She smiled, took a deep breath, and swooped down once more. This time, she began to bob up and down. I entwined my fingers in her shoulder-length hair.
My hips began to rise as I pulled her back and forth on my cock.
I could feel her throat encircling and squeezing around me. I had begun to effectively fuck her face.
My balls were swollen and had tightened up. I then felt a finger encircle the sac. Her fingernails scraped the underside.
I looked down at her face. The immaculately applied makeup was smeared and running down her face. Her nostrils flared like a rutting animal, and her lips entirely wrapped around my swollen cock.
I could hold back no longer. My hips shot straight up. Rope after rope of my seed jettisoned deep down her throat. My balls kept squeezing while forcing more out.
I fell backward into the chair, sated and exhausted.
She rose and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she appeared having “freshened up.”
I still sat there with my cock across my thigh and was barely coherent.
She tossed her drenched panties across my face. “I have a boy toy waiting for me. This was fun, but he needs to serve me. She’ll be in the bar at 6 pm. Remind her what it’s like to be taken by a real man. She has a freak flag that has been dormant since college. Fuck her like a man, and her freak flag will kill you.”
Out of exhausted eyes, I watched her sashay out the door.
The next night, I arrived about 15 minutes before the appointed time. I wasn’t too sure what was going to happen. I just figured that no matter what comes, I had by far the best blowjob of my life, and I owed a debt for it.
Shortly after I sat down, the sister walked into the bar. She looked around, comparing everyone to her cell phone. She saw me and walked over.
When she got near, I pulled out the barstool and told her to sit. An apprehension was visible on her face. Before she could say anything, I told her, “We both know why you’ve been sent here. If you leave, you’ll wonder. You’ll wonder what it would have been like. You’ll wonder how it would have made you feel. You’ll wonder if you can continue with how things have been going at home. Now let me tell you a few things. You went out of your way to apply your makeup perfectly, pick out that dress, and put on those sexy undergarments. You sat with your thighs open to entice. You know you need it, or you wouldn’t have come. Instead of sitting here and playing nice, we’re going upstairs to my suite and giving you what you came across town to get.”
There was a mix of shock and excitement on her face.
I put my hand out for hers. She tentatively accepted mine, and I firmly took hold of it. I walked (hear pulled) her to the elevator. Once inside, I crowded her into the wall and began to kiss her. The kisses started gently, yet with a hint of uncertainty. This was soon changing into a more passionate and needy adventure. My hands had slid up along her side until I was grasping her breasts. I had found no resistance.
When the elevator door opened, I instructed her to walk ahead of me so that I could see her sexy ass. She smiled over her shoulder and put extra torque on her sway.
When we got to my suite, I grasped both of her shoulders and pinned her to the door. I got close to her, and she anticipated a kiss. Instead, I whispered to her, “When we enter my suite, we both know why you’re here. I plan to take what a woman has to offer a man. You will not resist. Are we clear on this?”
She nodded her head, and I felt a shiver go through her body.
I quickly barked, “Speak!”
She burst out, “Yes!”
As we entered the large suite, I took her to the big bay windows in the living room. Initially, I had her face the windows so that she could see the cityscape. Her mind, though, was taking notice of the size and number of windows.
I spoke to her as I pulled up the same chair her sister had performed oral sex on me the night before. “Undress for me!” She looked at me, then the windows, and then back at me. Once again, I told her to “undress.” This time I added that a man “likes to see the woman that he plans to fuck.”
A smile slowly came across her face. She began to sway her hips and run her hands up her body. She wore a white button-up blouse, a black skirt that fell just above the mid-thigh, and three-inch strappy heels.
I watched as she started undoing the buttons on her blouse. She watched me as she moved to some music that must have been playing in her head. When she had finished with the buttons, she used a grandiose move to pull the blouse from her skirt and open it to my eyes. I could see a finely laced black bra.
A hand dropped to the waist of her skirt while the other found the zipper to the side. Her hand drew the zipper down until it was free from being held by her hips. It then dropped to her feet, where she stepped out of it.
Before me stood a statuesque woman with perfect curves and enticing attire.
To my glee, she wore a matching laced garter belt and stockings, but to my great surprise, she wore no panties. I could see her swollen and moist sex lips prominently on display.
I had had enough of being seated. I stood and advanced towards her. After closing the distance, I turned her around to face out the windows but drew her form to mine. My arms wrapped around her tightly, and I leaned down to her ear. “Call your husband because tonight you are not leaving my bed!”
I felt a shiver course through her body before she replied, “He’s out of town tonight. Just don’t be gentle with me.”
I laughed in her ear. “I had no intention of being gentle.”
I pushed her towards the windows until her breasts were pressed against the glass. One hand held her by the throat while the other ran down her spine. I made a quick release of her bra, and it fell to the ground at our feet. I reached between her thighs to find a moist pussy well on its way to being drenched.
My fingers parted the labia in search of her core. Two fingers quickly intruded inside of her, and I felt her body jump slightly at the intrusion.
I removed my fingers as I turned her around. While she watched, I raised the two invasive fingers to my nose. I inhaled audibly. I then made a point of licking her dew off my fingers. “Nice smell and sweet to the taste.”
A blush passed over her face and down between her succulent breasts.
The blush had drawn my attention to her hard nipples. They stood proudly, begging for attention. I grabbed one between my fingers and pulled on it. A gasp of pain escaped her throat. Yet, she did not retreat from it. Instead, I felt her chest heave forward.
I leaned forward into her space and growled, “Good girl!”
Before continuing, I stepped back and said to her, “Tell me your limits.”
Looking me square in the face, she made her desires very clear. “Nothing permanent and no bruising to the face, as I have to be able to work. Lastly,
You will not give me a safe word. None will be needed!” My heart almost fluttered at her words.
I walked her over to the same chair that her sister had pulled out for me the night before. Instead of having her be seated, I turned the chair around. I then bent her over the back of the chair. With my foot, I spread her ankles shoulder-width apart.
I intended to test how well the walls of the corporate suite were soundproofed. Stepping to her side, my hand came down firmly on one of her ass cheeks. A scream reverberated off the walls. “Count for me,” I spat out to her. Between tears, I heard “One, Sir!” My hand came down hard onto the other cheek. “Two, Sir!” Red handprints were quickly forming.
Soon, I would hear “Twenty, Sir!”
Her ass and the back of her thighs were fully enflamed. I could see her attempting to move her thighs to alleviate some of the sting.
As my hands began to caress the abused flesh, I softly spoke, “That’s a good girl. I think Master might need to reward his little one.”
I knelt behind her. I could see the arousal of her swollen lips. The dew had oozed down to give her thighs a glazed appearance. I grabbed each cheek and opened it to my gaze. The initial sting was forgotten as my tongue ran from the top of her slit to her brown, puckered star. I began to lap at her dew, ensuring that her star was not forgotten.
Her ankles opened wider to allow me better access. I began eating this slut in earnest. She was pushing her pussy further and further into my face while trying to get my tongue centered on her clit. I could feel her body getting closer and closer to achieving her desired end. She began to beg, “Sir, please, PLEASE make me come!” Her hips were rising higher and higher to get more contact with her clitoris.
When I felt that she was about to come, I stood up and stepped back. “NOOOO!” she screamed while stomping one of her feet.
“Slut, you haven’t earned it yet,” I told her while pushing her into a seated position on the same chair. She winced as her stinging flesh made contact with the seat. I began to undress slowly. I wanted her to watch and see who would soon be taking her.
The expression on her face when my pants finally dropped to the floor let me know that her sister hadn’t told her everything.
She stared as my turgid cock made itself known. The genetics I was born with had graced me quite well. It was almost as thick as her wrist.
She sat staring at it, with her mouth wide open.
She didn’t hear me the first time I ordered her to the bedroom. It was when I stepped forward and grasped her hair that she finally came back to the here and now.
I dragged her into the bedroom by the scruff of her hair. Her feet were barely on the ground.
Once in the bedroom, I tossed her on the bed.
She lay on her back with her ankles near the edge. I grabbed each ankle and pulled her towards me. Her hips are on the edge.
My cock was perfectly aligned with her core, and her eyes were staring down between her thighs.
“Slut, look at me.” Her eyes immediately locked onto mine. “We know why you’re here. More importantly, you’re mine for the evening. I intend on wearing out this pussy of yours, and we both know you want it. Don’t you, slut?”
At first, it was a quiet response and then much louder when I firmly squeezed her ankles. While staring at my cock, she growled deeply, “Yes, shove that piece of meat into me.” Not giving her much of a chance to prepare for it, I shoved my hips forward. Her hole only allowed about a third of it to enter initially. I pulled back and was able to get another third inside when I pushed forward. Her walls were very tight and were unable to handle more. I gave her a moment to become accustomed to my girth before going even deeper.
Her nostrils were flaring, and she was almost hyperventilating. As soon as I felt her walls begin to relax, I shoved forward until I could feel her lips firmly pressed against my root.
I grabbed her by the throat and leaned over her. Her thighs were alongside my ribs, now fully open to my claiming of her. Her eyes were wide open and had a glazed appearance. My lips brushed her ear as I whispered into it. “Slut, I own your cunt now. Feel how I stretched it. Now I am going to fuck it. More importantly, I plan to wear it out before breeding it. That’s right, I intend on filling up your cervix with my baby-making seed! What scares you the most is that you truly want it. You want me to claim your eggs…”
I felt her body shudder and then begin to convulse. An orgasm began to engulf her being fully. My hips began to piston forward into hers. The loud clap of my violent thrusts echoed about the room. My swollen balls repeatedly spank her little brown star.
Her head had fallen back, and her spine had become arched.
Soon, my attention was drawn to our union. Her pussy was tightly grasping my member and attempting to milk it. As I felt her begin another deep orgasm, my balls tightened and started begging for release. I began to drive her deeply into the mattress. All thought had gone, and my instincts had taken over. My hips were a blur as I clamped down and bit her neck, claiming her as mine. My seed jettisoned deep inside of her, again and again, while seeking an egg to fertilize. Rope after rope of cum was injected deep into her abdomen.
After the last of my seed was ejaculated out of the crown, I withdrew and rose along her body. While she was still in a daze, I wiped my soiled cock all over her face and mouth.
I then fell to her side in exhaustion.
She eventually slid down and rested her face on my hip. My spent cock lay splayed across my thigh. In a daze, her tongue lapped at our combined fluids.
As small pearls of semen leaked out of the end, she would latch on to them as if they were nourishment to her soul. She had an air of tranquility as she mindlessly catered to my cock. Soon, my cock began to expand and grow. Her eyes enlarged, and she took notice.
Her eyes sought out mine as her lips began to encase the head of my organ. Her body rose to gain a better angle to draw my shaft deeper within her throat. I could feel her saliva begin to coat my shaft as it continued to swell even more.
Her head began to bob up and down my shaft, taking me deeper and deeper into her throat. She’d occasionally withdraw the shaft from her throat, take a deep breath, and push her throat even deeper down my shaft.
I could see her thighs glistening in the ambient room light. I could not differentiate between whether it was my semen still flowing out of her or her arousal continuing to be on display proudly.
I was not ready to come like this, though. I had other ideas.
I pushed her over to get her to stop. I could see her eyes laser-focused. They were the eyes of a woman in need. I pushed her down onto her abdomen.
I crawled on top of her, where I lined my turgid member up with her soiled hole and pushed myself deep within. Her hips immediately shot up to meet mine. Her taut ass fit nicely into my groin. She began a sinewy dance against my stiff cock.
Her sister was correct. She did have a “freak flag.” It certainly included a filthy mouth. The more that I fucked her, the more that she demanded that I treat her like my slut, whore, and property.
I wrapped my arms and body around her tightly. I leaned in close to her ear and said, “You can’t get away from me. Can you? You’re mine, now.” There was a split second when she paused. Then, after about ten seconds, she fought me with everything she had, and then she went limp for about one second before she began to have the most intense orgasm, I’ve ever experienced a woman have. Her body convulsed and shook. She screamed and cried. Her body arched and almost threw me completely off of her, yet I thought she was going to rip my cock off as her pussy was so tight around it that it hurt.
When she was done, she dropped onto the mattress and slowly turned her head towards me. “Your cock is drenched in fluid and still hard. Claim my virgin ass as your reward.”
I withdrew my stiff cock and took it in my hand. I rubbed it between her sexy ass cheeks and did not need even to look. Her arousal had the little brown star dilated and openly winking. My head passed over and easily slipped right inside. I heard a contented sigh, not one of pain. Then I heard, “Initially, take me to the root; wrap yourself around me so I feel your ownership. Then I want you to roll me over and treat me like a fucking whore until you shoot your seed over my face and tits. Can you do that, stud?” I smiled and nodded.
I slid my cock up to the root. It felt good to have her tight ass against my groin. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her into my chest. She offered her neck to me. I ran my lips along the line from her dainty shoulder up along the neckline to the back of her ear. Leaving small kisses, licks, and bites along the way. Each nip would cause her anal ring to slightly tighten around my cock. It was when I’d nibble on her earlobe that her ass would slide back and open even more for my cock to slip in even deeper.
As my arms were around her, my palms were able to brush her erect nipples.
When I could feel the calmness begin to establish itself, I knew it was time to give her the reason she had come.
Slowly, I shifted my weight while pulling my arms from under her. My chest held her upper body down, but without my arms under her.
I rose, placed my hands on her shoulders, and held her in place. I began to slam my hips back and forth into her bowels. She began to grunt loudly at the force of the impact.
Without any warning, I pulled my cock out of her ass with a loud thud. She was turned over onto her back while I quickly grabbed her by the throat. The stiff shaft returned to the gaping hole that had recently been abandoned.
“Are you ready to be taken and used like a cock-crazed whore? You just begged me to take your virgin ass. Now you want me to use it like some filthy whore? Is that true?” She vigorously nodded her head.
Her eyes were glazing over. I can see her breasts getting quite red, and her breathing has become quite labored. My hips begin to quicken their pace. My testicles are tightening as they bounce off of your taut ass cheeks. My face leans in close to hers. I heard her quietly moaning, “Take me, use me, fuck my ass.” I found those words arousing.
My cock stiffened. I leaned back, grabbed my shaft, and pulled it out of the sheath that was holding it captive. I shift forward and point it at your face like a divining rod. My semen jettisons out four or five lines of come in that direction. The first two paint her face, but the others fall short and coat her breasts quite well.
She asked me to grab her phone from her purse and take a couple of quick pictures. One, she sent to her sister with the message, “Mission accomplished, thanks!”
After catching our breath, we then take a quick shower to rinse off.
A short time later, as we are sitting in the kitchen taking a breather and getting some nourishment, I ask about the pictures. She laughs. “First things first. On the back of this business card, you will find my cell phone number and email address, should you ever be in town. EVER in town. My body is available for whatever you have in mind. The photo was to let my sister know that I was more than okay. The only thing virgin was my ass. My husband is submissive. As my sister may have mentioned to you, or as you may have figured out. Submissiveness doesn’t work for me. I need a firm hand. We have the rest of the weekend, and I have no gag reflex. So why are we waiting?”
As she slips down to her knees, “Master, I am yours for the taking!”
