4 comments/ 8637 views/ 2 favorites Suprising Visit Ch. 01 By: UnfetteredMale The sun splashes on the mountains on a Friday, early afternoon. Her work day behind her, she now waits at a small outdoor café downtown. Under her sunglasses, her warm brown eyes roam the periphery wondering which direction he would come from. Her radiant hair glistens in the sunlight, her flesh warm smelling of strawberries, her mind consciously aware of every curve of her body as she waits impatiently for him to arrive. The delicious anticipation makes her heart and her thighs flutter while she tries to appear nonchalant. There was something – something very different – about this visit. It wasn't their first time together. Her mind drifts back, six days, to when her cell phone rang on Saturday and his voice penetrated her ear. "Good afternoon gorgeous," he said in a voice that made you think he was much larger than he really was. It was a voice he had no reluctance to use loudly in bed, and that made her cream from the first time she heard his moans on the phone so long ago. "Hi brother dear," she laughed. The incestuous pet name dripped from her tongue. "I have a question for you, my darling. Have any plans next weekend?" It took her a moment to get over the shock of his request, such a sudden visit, and her body tingled. She felt her nipples awaken. Her mind ran through her normal schedule – lots of workout time, time with her pets, reading time, nothing more. "Hmm...well, only a few things but nothing is written in stone, why do you ask?" she replied coyly, her lips curling into a wicked smile that she wished he could see but knew he could hear. "Is there anything that could not be rescheduled?" She could hear the smile in his voice. "Well, what would the reason be for that?" She knew he loved the fact that she was a smartass; it was something they adored in each other. "I have something special in mind. I'm coming to visit. Take Friday afternoon off, and clear your schedule as best you can." It wasn't a request...and it moved her.. "What, no please?" she laughed. He laughed and then paused, audibly inhaling before replying. "Not this time." And without another word, he hung up. So she made her arrangements, and they exchanged emails and phone calls throughout the week but she couldn't get him to tell her much more. The week dragged by with anticipation. But now here she was, waiting for him. The mountains welcomed the spring with lavish green, the snow-capped peaks pressed against the blue sky. She sits admiring the view from within the steel and concrete confines of the city, comfortably watching cars and people drift by. She tilts her face toward the sun, a soft breeze kissing her skin, her body quivers in response. She wears black mesh panties and a matching bra, and could suddenly feel the articles against her flesh. Her toned legs cross, a black skirt and clingy red blouse were more than enough on such a day. She had described this particular set of bra and panties to him once, but hadn't shown them to him. It was her own little surprise. The hair on the back of her neck rises. She senses him near. Her eyes shift under her sunglasses, searching. He smiles from inside the café, hidden behind a group of loud women having lunch. He had arrived there 30 minutes early, knowing she would arrive early as well. He had told the staff where to seat her, and tipped appropriately. They were intrigued at whatever game he was playing. The fact that she was stunning certainly helped. At 5'8", lean and taut, with auburn hair and alabaster skin, she turned the heads of men and women alike. He watches her looking around, smiling softly. He lingers a few more minutes, letting the anticipation build in her. He sips water, idly passing the time while his khakis confine the growing bulge underneath. He licks his lips, remembering the taste of her skin. They had been together just 2 weeks ago. He just couldn't get enough of her. Wearing a French blue shirt and a navy blazer, he nods at the waiter who was watching for him. He puts his sunglasses back on, and slowly stands, angling himself behind various others in line in case she looks back. Her tongue runs over her lips, he's close...I know it. She tries to hold back the wicked smile that keeps trying to creep across her face. Under her sunglasses her eyes roam her field of vision trying to find him, The sound of the city is just distracting enough for him. He leans down, and whispers into her ear, "Hello baby doll." She jerks only slightly at the surprise and turns with the devilish smile he loves and says, "You are very sneaky." He laughs softly with his resonant voice, and leans down to brush her lips with his, the kiss lingering...knowing others were staring at such a display but neither one caring. The waiter slips next to them, leaving something on the table as they withdrew from their kiss. The movement catches the corner of her eye as his lips move away, and she spies a white box, half the size of a normal gift box, where her plate should be. The box is simply adorned with a red ribbon, a white rose lying on top. He pulls the chair out, the soft scrape of the iron legs against the concrete, and eases into the chair next to her, quietly dragging it closer as her eyes roam the package. There is something so oddly different about him today. She can smell it, sense it, and it makes her thighs tingle. Her toes wiggle nervously insider her 2-inch black pumps. She lets her eyes roam him slowly, drinking in this change, trying to pinpoint it. His hazel eyes are hidden under dark sunglasses. His shoulders, broad for his average frame, rest easily against the back of the chair. His pale toned skin, with a hint of tan, exudes something that she cannot put her finger on. She did notice the bulge in his crotch as he sat, and she felt the warmth between her thighs increasing when she saw it. She of course looked there deliberately, wanting that reaction. Something about the smile that he wore, the calm way he eased into the chair...something...mysterious...had her senses whirling. His eyes watch hers as the waiter brought him another water and then leaves. "Mmm..I missed you." His words are soft yet dripping with meaning. Her mind keeps searching for telltale signs of what it might be. She adjusts in her seat, trying to play the part of the casual friendly lunch. "You know you shouldn't get me gifts, sweetums." "Ignore that for a bit, Tori," He smiles and makes chit chat, intentionally trying to distract her. And he is relentless to move the conversation that way. So she goes along with it. They order lunch and talk about inconsequential things, catching up as if they hadn't communicated since he left 2 weeks prior. Occasionally she lets her foot rub against his calf under the table, and each time he moves his leg away and smiles a wicked smile. They continue their dance as the lunch crowd thins. He watches her as they talk, occasionally noting the clock inside the café, visible through the glass to the left just behind her head. He smirks to himself, thinking "She has no idea," and he watches her reaction to the deliberate change in his expression. Forty-five minutes since the kiss, and the lunch remnants have been cleared. She wrestles with her words, almost visibly, then gives him the opening he needs. "So what brings you back to me so quickly?" He takes a pause, leaning forward, elbows on the table, hands clasping together in front of his face, just below his chin. He whispers insistently. but just enough for her to hear, "You." Her perfectly trimmed eyebrows rise, and then settle back behind the frames of her sunglasses. He watches her breathe. "Awww, how sweet" she replies sarcastically. "A business client needs you again? Hmmm?" Then that wicked little giggle that sends chills through his spine. He laughs once, reaching up to remove his sunglasses, and lowers his hands onto the table. "Nope. This is simply about you. This visit is just about you. Now I have one question for you. Do you trust me?" His hazel eyes are tinted green, a sign of his desire she had noted many times before. And they seem to be burning through her clothing, or maybe she was just letting her imagination mingle with her own impulses. She tries to deflect him. "Ooooooo now this is getting interesting," again with a wicked smile in her reply. His eyes seem to get brighter as he leers at her. She flips her highlighted hair as she toys with him. "If you do trust me, sis," laughing again at their pet name, knowing those that might over hear could well be appalled, "open the box." She stares at him for a long moment. What the hell was he up to? This is not what she was expecting, and she admits to herself that it is driving her crazy. She ponders the question, nervously tapping at the table top with a finger, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, clearing her throat, until she finally lifts her hands and grasps the box, placing it back in front of her. She carefully picks up the rose, sniffing it as she cocks her head toward him, teasing him slowly with her deliberate movements, then putting it aside and beginning to tug at the ribbon. Her eyes dart between the box and looking at him, to see if her slow movements are getting a reaction. He is nonplussed, leaning back in his chair, watching. Not a care to the world, and fully engaged in watching her. She undoes the ribbon, leaving it lying on the table top, and grasps the little white package in her hands, her fingers separating edges and lifting the top. Inside, instead of wrapping paper folds of silk cover the contents. Red, pink, and black silk pieces mingled together instead of tissue paper. She searches in the silk, looking at him as her fingers lift the edges of the fabric, feeling something weighty under them. Her hands stumble first upon a tiny envelope, like one that would come with a bouquet of flowers. She pulls it out slowly, and holds it up. He simply nods, just once. She opens it, again trying to unnerve him by doing everything so slowly...even letting her finger slowly run around the edges of the tiny envelope before actually lifting the flap. He remains leaning back in the chair, unphased. She succeeds in frustrating only herself, and she finally pulls the card out. Written in his hand is one word, "Pearl." A perfect eyebrow arches. "Do you trust me," he calmly asks. "You are acting weird. I should say weirder than normal, even for you!" Another smile. Why did her spine tingle? He leans in close, almost mocking her by doing it slowly, taking a dramatic pause just to tease her, and finally opening his mouth. "Inside there, there is a gift. If you put on that gift, this weekend will be one you – make that we – will remember for a long time. But that's all I'm going to tell you. If you trust me, and you are willing to ask no questions, put it on. If you are at all hesitant, don't look. And we'll enjoy the weekend together regardless." He sits back, and lifts one ankle on to the opposite knee. Her fingers toy with the silk cloth as she considers all this – the difference in his demeanor, the mystery, the gift, the tingle of unknown excitement stirring in her. She feels the object in the box, and turns her head toward it. She uncovers her gift and pulls it out, holding it low to examine her gift – a leather choker with an "O" ring holding a silver pendant with etchings on it. She lifts it up to her eyes to examine it closely, and realizes the etchings are flowers surrounding a pair of handcuffs. She feels her nipples harden against her bra. He watches, not saying a word. Her tongue drags over her lips, and her eyes dart from the pendant to his face. His grin is as wicked as she has ever seen. Her eyes meet his and hold, and the burning reaches deep inside them both. He smiles broadly at her, asking, "Shall we begin?" He stands, his left hand extends out for hers. She puts her right hand clutching the chocker into his, and gathers her small purse, the rose, and the box with her other hand. "Don't forget your safe word." She stops, cocking her head. The quick jerk of her neck makes her hair flip as she looks at him. He nods toward the box. "The card, darling." Her mouth opens...then closes. Her eyes widen for an instant. She softly bites her bottom lip and makes a delicious little purring sound that makes his spine shudder. She glances around and sees that two people have watched their exchange, a couple tucked away in the corner of the café. She realizes by the quick turn of their heads that they could sense the fire burning in them. Knowing they know makes her body tingle. She turns back to him and looks down at his crotch, seeing the tent that has formed. A moment later she feels a trickle of her own juices escaping. He leads her away from the café casually. "Where are we go..." "NO QUESTIONS," he says, cutting her off discreetly but firmly. "Just follow.." They walk a few blocks in the sun, her mind burning with questions and wondering what she may be getting into, and him leading the way until he tugs her gently into a hotel. She bites her bottom lip again, recognizing that it is not the hotel where he normally stays. This one is decidedly more upscale and posh, clearly chosen for reasons that were not business related. The door gently whooshes behind them, and they are enveloped in soft music and gentle air conditioning. Her heels click on the marble of the entry as they move past the desk and into a gleaming elevator. The metal of the choker, now warm from being held between their linked fingers, feels heavy with lusty promise to her. He reaches with his right hand and presses the button for the 11th floor, and stands against the wall, letting go of her warm hand. Both his hands are quickly on her hips pulling her in front of him, both of them facing the closing doors. His right hand finds the zipper at the side of her short black skirt quickly, unzipping and slipping underneath. She is caught by surprise by the swiftness of his movements. He turns her slightly, so she faces the center of the elevator. His hand moves quickly, slipping under her panties as the elevator bell suddenly rings; they are both fleetingly weightless as the brakes are applied, then they come to a soft rest and the doors begin to open. Her eyes widen in a slight panic—exhibitionism in the middle of the day in an elevator wasn't something she expected! She starts to grab his wrist with one hand but he does not budge. Instead he gently swats her bottom with his other hand while the fingers inside her panties tease her soaking and slippery slit. There is that moment when the doors open when you wonder just what lies behind, no matter which side of the doors you are on. At first was no one there, but Tori's breath of relief catches in her lungs as the simple black heel steps into view. The business woman smiles at the lovers, and presses a floor several above the one he pressed. He says hello to the woman while his fingers swirl at her dripping entrance, her own voice lost for the time being so she just smiles. Her hips involuntarily roll with his exploration, the muscles of her gentle neck tensing with fear. She looks to the stranger with panic in her eyes, seeing she was just a little shorter than herself, blond hair pulled back in a pony tail, navy pants suit. She catches the piercing blue of her eyes for just a moment as the business woman gazes at them and then turns, facing the numbers above the elevator doors as they close. His middle finger is strumming up and down her slit, delicately, and she wishes the young business woman wasn't onboard so she could reach out and press the red emergency stop button and lift her leg to the wall to let him fuck her furiously with his fingers. Inside her head she purrs and moans, while doing all she can to keep her jaw clenched to the world. The balls of two of his fingertips suddenly press in tight slow circles on her clit under her panties. Her ass bumps back to his crotch, and his hard cock is there to meet her. He starts tapping his middle finger on her clit. Her eyes grow wide, her nostrils flare, her breathing quickens as she tries not to breathe so the other woman can hear. She tries to squirm away but his other hand grabs her hip tight in a silent yet stern reply. God this is taking forever, she cries out inside her head. The elevator finally arrives at their floor, and he presses the balls of his fingers to her clit during the fleeting moment of weightlessness before the bell rings, and the doors open. She starts to move, and realizes he isn't moving at all, and he's not letting her. Her frantic eyes dart between the buttons for the floors and the lights above – this is the right floor! Why aren't we going? Oh god what is he up too? The doors are going to close! Then almost as if he heard her minds cries, he gently nudges her forward leaving his hand still slipped inside her skirt from the side. As they exit the elevator, he pauses, looking back of his shoulder. "Have a nice day," he smiles to the blonde haired woman. The blonde business woman lets a little giggle slip, seeing where his right hand is, replying, "You too." "Oh, we will." The elevator door closes, and he gently nudges Tori down the softly lit hallway, with cream colored walls and burgundy patterned carpet. The gentle soft-white glow from the sconces along the way make her wonder if she is in a dream, but the feel of his fingers against her as her legs move unsteadily forward reminds her that it is very real. With his left hand on her left hip, he gently guides her to a dark mahogany door. He leans against her, pressing her torso against the door. His mouth suddenly is at her ear, ordering her gently to drop the white box, the white rose and her purse to the floor. The normal gamely response, to toy back with him, is lost as her hips grind toward his fingers and she quickly complies, dropping everything to the floor where it barely makes a sound against the plush carpet. She keeps the choker wrapped around her right hand. He grasps her left wrist, lifting her hand up above her head, and places her left palm against the door. With no warning he begins attacking her clit again with his fingers underneath her panties. He leans against her just enough for her to feel his raging hard-on against her ass..he hisses into her ear "Stick out your ass more, press your face against the door, there's no one coming...just close your eyes...feel it...." With no other alternative, she relinquishes her fear as his fingers roll, switching directions with no rhyme nor reason. Her right hand joins her left against the door without any encouragement from him. Her eyes lift to her right hand when she hears the gentle scrape of the silver pendant against the door. Her hips buck and roll in reply as she tries not to make a sound, her gasps telltale enough, and she closes her eyes, pressing her head to the door. In such a state of desire, with the shroud of sexual mystery enveloping them both, her hips start moving faster, and he slides his fingers lower under her panties and pushes them inside her fully. She spreads her legs out, ass high in the air, in the quiet hum of the hallway. Her eyes open, glazed with lust, the red patterned carpet losing its form in her vision as she rides his fingers, trying to fight her gasps until with a heavily suppressed groan she bucks and squeals and coats his plunging fingers. Her knees nearly buckle as her cream leaks out and down his fingers and hand. His fingers keep moving as her body spasms. When finally her ripples end, he slowly withdraws his fingers and moves them to his mouth, sucking her taste from them with a growl. Her upper lip trembles with desire and she lifts her wicked eyes to him. He winks with his left eye, and reaches into his left pocket as he continues sucking her cream from his fingers. He hands her the card key for the door. She reaches for it, unsteady, then turns with her left hip pressed and resting against the door, slipping the card key in and out of the chamber. The soft click is heard, the green light blinks, she presses down on the handle and opens the door into a darkened room. Suprising Visit Ch. 02 (This story picks up exactly where Ch. 1 left off.) She nearly falls into the room, languidly stepping as her body tries to adjust from the erotic explostion she just had while pressed against the door in the hallway. He holds the door open with his outstretched left hand, watching her unsteady movements and smiling. Leaning down, he grabs the things he made her drop while he made her cum – the little white box filled with silk and her safe word, the white rose, her purse. "Hope you are truly rested babydoll," he says as he stands erect and slips inside, shutting the door behind them until its gentle click tucks them into their hideaway. She steps deeper into the suite, noticing that he spared no expense for whatever it is he has planned. The marble of the short foyer opens into a living area, with a complete kitchen and wet bar, and a door that surely opens into a bedroom. She walks a few more steps, warm from her quiet and hard cum, and then turns, leaning her sweet tight ass against the other side of the kitchen counter. Her brown eyes catch him leaning against the door, with the pleasure of a voyeur in his eyes. They both stand there for a moment, looking at each other. He stands up straight, and places the white box, purse, and rose on a small marble-topped table in the foyer. He glances once into the mirror above the table and sneers at the wicked look on his own face before nonchalantly removing his blazer and hanging it up in the closet to his right. The erotic silence seems to make it warmer in the room when he finally turns to face her again. "You are very bad, Sammyo, " she laughs that little wicked laugh that he adores and moves across the room like a leopard stalking its prey, pressing her body to him. He grabs her radiant auburn hair and kisses her hard, spinning her back to the side wall, grinding to her. Their mouths mash together. His cock presses hard to her, so aroused from what they had already done, and the promise of what all was still ahead. Their breaths laboring as the kiss builds, and she wraps a leg around his. He groans into her mouth and then pulls his lips from hers, meeting her fiery gaze. "This is just the appetizer, Tori." "Oooooo. You sure you can keep up?" Her eyes sparkled whenever that little wicked laugh came out, and it made his cock twinge. He smiles at her, and reaches into her right palm, retrieving the choker. He makes a deliberate production out of unwrapping it from around her hand, and then slowly fastening it around her neck. She gasps softly when he leans in and takes a luxurious nibble of her long neck as he finishes. "I'm not the one who should be concerned," he replies with a sly little smirk and pulls from her, walking toward the door to the bedroom and inside it. She watches him and toys with the leather choker around her neck, and then follows. When she steps into the bedroom, she finds him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes caressing her body slowly. She lets him look, and her eyes roam his face, and down his chest, to the bulge in his pants. She wets her lips, and lifts her eyes to see his burning into her flesh, and finally she speaks. "And what should I do master," she mocks his intentions with her playful smile. He flashes a smile, and then is intensely serious. He points to the foot of the bed, motioning for her to move there. "Undress, my little pet." The words made her bite her lip, and if she wasn't still wet the words might have started her moistening. She slowly moves toward him, and unbuttons a few buttons on her red clingy blouse, swaying her sweet hips, her tight legs spread just a little. She smiles wickedly to herself, knowing he'll love the mesh bra and panties she wore underneath as a surprise. She closes her eyes and moves her body seductively, turning from him to face herself in the giant floor-to-ceiling mirror that is as wide as the bed. She can't remember seeing herself this wanton. She finishes unbuttoning, watching every move of her reflection. With her blouse hanging open, her eyes move around the room, noticing some of his clothes hanging, no sign of his laptop or any work, and not a thing that would indicate just what he was up to. She starts peeling the blouse from her soft shoulders when she hears him moving from the bed, and turns to see him opening the curtains to the balcony, spilling warm sunlight throughout the room and onto her body. "Don't stop, Tori, keep going," he smiles, the erection in his pants so very noticeable. She didn't realize that she had stopped with the surprise of hearing him move. She begins to move her tight body again, her eyes noticing how close the building next door is, the ease with which someone could peer over and possibly see, but she dismisses it as he moves back to the bed and sits, watching her. She finally removes her blouse and lets it fall to the floor. She crosses her hands over her chest, and turns to him, swaying her hips, dancing for him, taking her time showing off her surprise. When she finally peels her hands way he moans audibly at the sight of her bra, her pink nipples noticeably hard and pressing against the black mesh, her fair skin such a wicked contrast to the dark garment. He exhales with a growl as her hands move to her black skirt, unbuttoning, unzipping. His eyes drag over her body lewdly but he remains in a relaxed posture, leaning back on his hands. Her hands move over the mesh of her bra, teasing her own nipples before sliding down her tight torso and pushing the skirt down her long lean legs. She turns, wiggling her hips, letting him get a good long look, and watching his reactions in the mirror. Her back arches as she pushes her ass higher into the air, a position he just had her in out in the hallway only moment before. The devilish smile dances across her lips. "Like this?" she muses as she watches him in the mirror and feels the want inside her building. "Mmmhmmm...just like that," he answers, smiling. "Now why don't you come over here a little closer, sit on my lap." "Oooo yes daddy!" she giggles once and smiles broadly. While turning she lets herself glance over her own scrumptious body in the mirror for a moment before facing him. She walks over, pressing one knee onto the bed and against his leg, straddling him then pressing down to him. He slowly sits up straight, her body pressing against his, his face just above her breasts covered in the tantalizing mesh. His hands slowly reach and brush over her soft skin at her waist. He looks up into her eyes and holds her deep gaze, and his eyes seem to burn into hers. The intensity and desire seems more than usual, and it surprises her. "Hmmm...what are you thinking Sam?" she said in a voice quieter than it was meant. "Shhh...don't question anything..now you tell me something pet..what's your safe word?" "Oh that..ummm..." his hands slowly swirl on her back, his fingers spread wide, drawing designs on her flesh softly. She gently rocks against his throbbing cock through his pants, taking a moment to recall the word before replying, "it's pearl." "Don't forget it," he said then crushes his mouth to hers, his hands sliding up her back into her hair as she grinds her pelvis down against his, rolling and rocking her hips. His tongue plunges into her mouth and she eagerly welcomes it, both of their moans mingling. The kiss lengthens and she feels his hardness pressing up against her through her panties, and rides against it eagerly. His hands sift through her hair, then without warning he gathers two fistfuls and pulls, forcing her head back. She yells at the sudden unexpected primal attack but she feels the tingle all the way deep into her pussy. "Don't get too comfy, either," he snarls, pulling harder on her highlighted hair, forcing her back to arch, her mesh bra pushing towards the ceiling until he leans his head down and attacks her left breast through the mesh, sucking and biting hard. She gasps in approval and pushes her chest toward his mouth. He bites hard on the one and his tongue tastes her skin through the mesh of her bra. He roughly brushes his face against the mesh as he moves from one to the other, biting and sucking the right nipple through the bra. His hands remain locked in her hair. She moans, her eyes forced up at the ceiling, her body doubled-back, her feet below her pulled-back head. His left hand releases its grip from her hair and only to come SMASHING down on her ass, and she yelps with pleasure. And just as quickly his hand returns roughly to her hair. With a secure grip on her highlighted tendrils, he quickly rolls, forcing her to the bed with his body—still clothed-- between her legs. He growls and roughly covers her mouth with his, grinding his hardness down against her soaking mesh-panty-clad pussy. Her toned legs lock around his waist and she lifts her hips up to his throbbing cock, hoping it will burst through his pants and impale her. They whimper as the kiss drags on, and then he pulls back again, rolls off the bed and steps away. Panting, he stands over her to her left. "You're still clothed. Take them off," he said hoarsely. She sits up, turning her legs to the floor, and then stands. Kicking off her heels, she reaches behind and unclasps her bra. Slowly peeling the straps down one arm and then the other, her pink nipples exposed to the coolness of the room. He watches and licks his lips. She brings her hands to her slender waist, turning around, and hooks her thumbs under her mesh panties that glisten with wetness and peels them slowly down her legs, making sure to bend over so he could watch her ass wiggle, and steps out. He walks up to her, grasping her hips gently, and walks her around the bed to the sliding glass door. The sunlight hits her body, heating it up even more. He presses behind her, and slides his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. Her eyes scan the other windows of the building across the way to see if anyone is watching, a mixture of pleasure and fear swirling inside her. He bites her neck suddenly hard, just behind her right ear, letting his teeth dig in more than a little. She yelped, her eyes shut hard and she cranes her neck to give him more access. She purrs while his tongue lashes at her flesh between his teeth. His hands cup her breasts, fingers exploring as she rolls her ass back toward him. He lifts his mouth to her ear, and in a voice barely above a husky whisper says, "Have you seen anyone watching yet?" Her eyes fly open, but her voice moans at his words. She searches quickly but cannot tell if there is someone watching in the shadows. His voice again, dripping with lust. "Show them how you touch yourself." The words shock her. It was moving to late in the afternoon, people would be crowding the downtown streets. Rush hour. She couldn't believe he wanted her to touch herself in the window when anyone could see. "Sammy, I don't know about.." His right hand lifts from her right breast and whips around, crashing down on her ass hard. She yelps, and his voice repeats in the exact same delicious tone, "Show them how you touch yourself." Her hands tremble slightly, and she inhales deeply. Her hands move to her tummy, sliding down slowly to her thighs. Her heart beats with trepidation at this side of him, a side that he had not fully released with her ever before despite their hints and several saucy conversations about it. Her right hand moves between her legs, her fingers pressing against her wet slit. Her legs open more, and her right hand teases and dips into her entrance slowly. Her head tilts upward as his hands start working over her nipples, strumming and rolling, suddenly pinching and twisting, then brushing over as light as a feather before attacking again. Her fingertips are slick already, her hips snapping forward and back. Her shoulders press back to his chest, he bites on her offered shoulders and the back of her neck. "Keep going, pet," he whispers and he pulls his hands away, followed by his body. She starts to turn to see what he is up to, but he grasps her head in his hands to stop it. "Don't watch me pet. Keep performing." She turns back, her fingers slipping insider her walls. On the periphery of her senses she hears him moving around. She even tries to catch a reflection of him in the glass. "Look across the sky..see the many rooms and offices that could see you...do you think there is someone stroking themselves right now watching you? Or maybe a woman touching herself under her skirt, her eyes locked on you?" As his words enter her head, her eyes respond exactly as he had hoped when he planned this entire escapade. She's "in the moment" with him, and giving in, and she is searching the buildings that face their suite. He watches her from the side, watching her squint, seeing her eyes darting from one window to another. He wonders if she hopes to find a pair of eyes returning her gaze. The twists of this late afternoon have her head spinning as she finds herself trying to peer into the buildings close by. Brown orbs focusing on one window, then another. And suddenly, she gasps. Are her eyes playing tricks on her? Is there someone right there? A curtain just moved..didn't it? Maybe no one could see her. But what if they could. God what if they could. Her fingers start pumping faster and her thumb presses to her clit, frigging herself with tight fast circles. Suddenly, his body is back against hers, hard, hot, and wanton. She actually had lost track of him while searching the windows. She starts to speak, when something completely covers her eyes. She could feel the heat of the sun blazing through the window onto her body, but whatever he was using to blindfold her she couldn't see through. Wearing the blindfold, and the choker that he gave her, nothing else to shield her from voyeuristic eyes while her fingers plunge into her wet pussy. Her chest lifts as her breathing quickens His body steps away. "Remove your hands, and step back two steps." He says it so calmly that she sees the smirk in her mind. "Lift out your arms, and do not put them down until I tell you, do you understand." She nods, and almost immediately wonders when she fell into replying just as he wants. It's unlike her not to be a smartass. But the shock of something wickedly cold on her spine ends the thought. She yelps out and quickly hushes. She hadn't heard him pick up an ice cube, but the trail it was leaving on her spine was unmistakable. The sharp cold makes her gasp, raising goosebumps on her arms. He laughs softly, gliding the cube along her flesh. "Goddamn it that's cooooollld Sam!" He watches her body jump but her arms don't come down. He reaches into the ice bucket, and plops one cube into his mouth, letting half of it extend from his lips. Then he grabs a fresh one in each hand, and reaches around her until his fingers press the two ice cubes into her nipples. She arches instinctively, just as he wants, and then he presses the cube in his mouth along her spine and down to her ass. Her body shivers and she squeals between shock and delight, but she doesn't move away from him. He holds the ice cube in his mouth at the base of her spine, watching it drip down her ass while he massages the other two into her nipples, the cold melting water slipping down his fingers and streaming down her body. He pulls away again, dropping the ice cubes to the floor, grabbing her hands, pulling her toward the bed. She follows clumsily, her eyes still hidden behind the blindfold. He yanks her onto the bed, and moves her body the way he wants her displayed. On her knees. "Grab the headboard. Do not let go until you are told. Do you understand?" She nods, trying to imagine what he might do next. The bed shifts around her. The unmistakable sound of clothes being removed. A purr slips out of her mouth. The soft tenor moan of a deep wooden drawer being slowly opened, a hand searching inside. The bed shifts around her again. Hot breath, then soft lips along the inside of her left thigh. Hands spreading her knees wider. Her hands grip the headboard tighter. His rock hard cock throbs as he looks up from under her at her naked body, her naked wet hairless pussy in front of him. Above, her rising and falling breasts, nipples achingly hard. Her open mouth. Her blindfolded eyes. I could jerk off to this image just to tease her, and I'd cum so fucking hard, he thinks to himself. Licking his lips, he lifts his head, and brushes his lips on her mound. She purrs and moans almost too hard. His lips are still a little cold but his breath was warm, and he breathes over her pussy. He grasps her ass, and slides under her more. His mouth moves upward, kissing along her tummy, his naked body in contact with hers. She could feel his cock against the skin of her legs, and his chest against her pelvis. In his right hand, he holds another secret ice cube, and he raises it to her left nipple. It drips against her flesh as she squeals, and he quickly laps the trail up. He moves the cube a little, and it drips along her breast, and he laps it eagerly. He lays his head to the bed, looking to see her hands gripping the headboard tight, her mouth slightly open as she arches toward his mouth. From one breast to the other, up her chest to her neck, to her mouth, the same routine – caressing her skin with the cube, leaving a cold trail, and eagerly chasing it with his lips and mouth. Then back down her neck, her chest, both breasts, and in between; then down her tummy, her navel, her abdomen, and her thighs. He was delighting in teasing her, and he could see her inviting wet pussy glistening as he drew closer. He presses the quickly melting ice cube against her where her left leg and pelvis meet. He slides his body down and moves his mouth to the cube, sliding it along with his tongue near her pussy. She gasps and moans and bucks her hips, part from shock of the cold and part from desire. Then he drags what little remains of the ice cube down her slit and pushes it inside her with his tongue. She shudders and moans. He quickly covers her entire mound with his mouth and begins thrashing at her pussy with his tongue, probing and lapping and thrusting and teasing as her hips smacks at his face. He moans at her sweet taste, remembering the first time he tasted her – from her own fingers – and thrusts his tongue back in wantonly. Her cries are building fast, so he lifts his mouth upward, and snakes his cold tongue at her clit. She tenses and her hips hump him wantonly. "Do you need to cum baby? Hmmm?" "Yessssssssssssssssss," she hisses. "Hold on...a few more seconds..." He reaches for a fresh ice cube, in the bucket below his knees on the bed, and inserts it into her. She wails at the cold intrusion but it immediately begins to melt against her heated walls. He adds another one. Then he shoves his tongue at them, sloshing them around, the cold water mixing with her hot cream. He bumps and presses them against her trembling insides as they melt, the cold water mixing with her pussy cream, until they dissolve. He pulls his mouth away, and inserts 2 wet fingers hard and fast into her, probing her depths with them, and says, " Cum for me babydoll...CUM FOR ME!" The words barely escape his mouth when his lips purse around her clit and begin sucking firmly. Her muscles start contracting wildly, giving in at his words. He sucks her clit hungrily, and she grunts and yells and gasps faster and faster until she shudders violently, humping his face wildly, exploding again. He holds on with his mouth as she thrashes, and measures her movements as he begins to ease up on her. Finally, he pulls his fingers from her and pushes them into her mouth. She moans and sucks them hungrily. His tongue slips out and begins to clean her slowly, after tremors providing little quivers on her legs as he teases her. Suprising Visit Ch. 02 He pulls his fingers from her mouth and then grabs her body, repositioning her on the bed so that she now lays crosswise on it. Before he met her that afternoon, he had completely prepared the room. The silk rope – a wonderful find through an online adult toy store -- was already tied to the bed, just hidden under the comforter and tucked between the mattresses. He grabs her left wrist, and she gasps as she feels the silk close around her wrist. The other end ties under the foot of the bed. He tugs the rope from between the mattresses at the top, and ties her right wrist to the headboard. He steps from the bed, and examines her body. The red flush on her upper chest from her release. The soft gleam of exertion. Her parted lips, wetted by her pink tongue occasionally. The rise and fall of her firm breasts as she breathes. "You are very sneaky, Sam..." she says in a faraway voice. He could be anywhere in here right now, she thinks to herself. Unable to see, she tries to focus on her hearing. She again hears movements, and him opening and closing drawers. Now what the hell is he up to? She hears him strike a match, and a few moments later the familiar charcoal smell that followed. She bites her bottom lip. She could smell ...vanilla? Was that it? But there was something else...and the hot splatter of wax lands just under her right breast to prevent her from thinking about it. Her body jerks immediately, pulling at the ropes. The wax quickly cools, and another splatter lands on her, not as hot, along her stomach. She thrashes her legs and gasps and moans, and he watches her every movement. He smiles, and lets drops fall from both candles in his hands onto her arms and tummy. He paints on her like Jackson Pollock, and then he stops, his work done. He blows the candles out, his eyes looking at the hardening wax on her body as the candle scents linger in the room. He watches her body come to rest as he walks around to the other side, above her head. He kneels behind her head, and then gently pulls her body a little more until she has to hold her head up or let it fall over the side. He gently brushes through a few tendrils of her hair with his fingers. He leans down, tenderly kissing her forehead, and then her lips. She gasps softly, just reacting to him, relaxing with his gentle movements. He stands up again, his hard swollen cock brushes against her face; warm, rockhard softness, against her cheek, through her hair. "I've let you have some fun, because I love watching you cum pet. But now, my little slut, it's time for me to take some of my own. Open your mouth, and let your head hang down." She purrrrrrrrs and does exactly what he asks. She loves giving head, as much as he loves eating her. Maybe more. She loves the way he screams, especially when she could watch his eyes when he fucks her mouth and then the way his cum spurts so hard and fast. It makes her crazy to suck cock. Her blindfolded head hangs over the edge of the bed, her tongue out, wagging in the air. He grasps his cock and rolls it around her mouth, watching her tongue dart after it, then teases pushing it in, her mouth seeking him out. Then he lifts his cock over her mouth, the space between his balls and his ass above her mouth, and he settles down while she slithers her tongue around his balls and on his flesh. He grasps her legs behind her knees, and lifts them into the air. He stays like that for several minutes, letting her tongue tease him, lap at him, then he slides back, his hands still under her knees. "Remember pet, I did say it's time to TAKE some of my own." He laughs evilly and angles his cock into her mouth, grabbing behind her knees, and PULLING himself violently down her throat. Her experienced mouth fights to suppress the gag with the force that he shows. He growls and grunts like an animal as he claims her mouth, fucking it lewdly, brutally. His balls smacking against her blindfold, his cock ramming down her slender throat. She tugs at her restraints but can't get her arms any closer as he pounds into her mouth repeatedly, rolling his hips and feeling his cock throb with the cruel sounds it makes in her mouth. He pulls out of her mouth and gasps for air, the cum churning in his balls. Then he kneels down behind her head and removes the blindfold. Her eyes blink adjusting to the light in the room. "Now...stay there..." he manages as he tries to capture his own breath. He slowly undoes the rope on one wrist, then the other. Then he grabs hold of her arms, pinning her biceps to the bed, and places his cock at her mouth. She opens and takes it in, looking up. Her elbows bend and her hands grab his forearms as she moans around his cock, trying to tease him. But he will not let her, and SLAMS his cock deep down her throat again. "HANG ON MY LITTLE SLUT!" he yells as he started thrusting with all his might, making her body move on the spread of the bed with each fully forced shove. She grabs his forearms tight, and her nails dig into his skin, at once making him focus on the pain instead of the pleasure. "That's it my little slut MARK ME! You'll get marked back!" Her eyes widen under him at the sound of those words. Her nails dig harder, her breasts bobbing on her chest as he slams into her face over and over, his screams getting loud until he throws his head back and shoves as deep as he can, feeling his mushroom head throb before erupting deep down her throat. She muffles guttural sounds as she tries to drink it, his cum almost choking her, and he keeps thrusting as he spasms. The animal grunts that accompany each spurt drive her even crazier. He explodes so thick and full, she can feel some of it spilling from her mouth. Finally, he pulls his still-hard cock from her mouth and kneels to the side of her head, leaning down and pressing his mouth to hers. She feeds him back his cum, and he gathers her head in his hands gently guiding her back onto to the bed. The kiss is soft and wonderful, and when it ends and their eyes open, she notices his normally hazel orbs are now an intense green. A quite unspoken silence spreads into a soft laugh. Both bodies sweaty, hers also marked with splatters of hardened wax and the trails of her own eruptions. He pulls her gently up, and guides her to the shower where they kiss hungrily and begin to clean each other off. With the water spilling down their bodies and her love of sex in the shower, she wonders if he would fuck her there. She WANTS him to fuck her right there. He presses her to the wall after the soap had been rinsed from them both, and kissed her hard, and she screams "YES!" in her head, hoping his mind had heard her own thoughts. "Let's go." "What?! Where?!" He stares coldly at her. "You're not supposed to ask questions. Now turn around, face the wall, and stick your ass out." She gives an "oooooo" again, and laughs. He has none of it, grasping her shoulders and turning her forcefully against the cold tiles. SMACK!! The sound echos off the tile in the bathroom, his hand lifting and crashing on her sweet ass. SMACK!! "Now count them!!" She blinks to think what number he's on, and begins to utter them loudly. She begins to moan after each one at seven. He keeps smacking until she yells, "TWELVE!" and then he stops. His breathing is a growl, and again she hopes that he might take her brutally right there. But he swallows audibly, and turns the water off instead. He looks at her, and smiles. "We need to go." "Ooooooooookay sammyo," she said, looking over her shoulder to see the pink mark on her ass, rubbing her hand on it softly. "Where's the iiiiiiiiiiiiice now when I neeeeeeed it??!!" "For that, you don't get any. For now, anyway." "Oh you're a MEAN dom!" she says, but he doesn't respond. He makes her sit while he dresses in black pants and a dark grey dress shirt. She starts to retrieve the clothing that she wore this afternoon when he shakes his head in front of her, wagging an index finger slowly. "I'll dress you, pet." He stands her up gently, brushing his hands along her skin, admiring her sexy body in the soft light of early evening that pours in through the sliding glass door. Then, he grasps the french blue shirt that he wore earlier, and has her put her arms into it. Braless, her nipples make sweet bumps against the soft cotton. The collar smells of his cologne. He leaves the top two buttons of it undone, showing off the leather choker with the heavy silver pendant—someone could look closely at it and notice that it isn't a complex floral pattern but a floral pattern surrounding etched handcuffs. He steps back, admiring the sexy look of her wearing nothing more than his shirt. He feels the blood building in his cock, and gets back to dressing her. He has her step into the same skirt she had on earlier, along with her heels. Again, no undergarments added to her ensemble. She looks in the mirror and frowns a bit, the shirt just a little big for her but together not exactly the way she would dress herself for whatever he has in his mind. He watches her slight grimace, and quietly says, "It's not about how you look. It's for later." Her perfect eyebrow arches with intrigue, but he adds no more. He grasps her hand, and leads her back toward the door, grasping his light olive-colored overcoat as they pass the open closet door in the foyer. Her eyes examine the floor just outside the door as he closes it behind them, her mind thinking back a few hours to the public display they put on. She giggles softly, and he leads her toward the elevator. Her heart races a little, wondering if this elevator ride will be anything like the ride up to the room. He can feel her anticipation and acts very nonchalant, commenting about the décor and the quiet hush of the hallway. They slip onto the elevator, completely alone, and the doors close. They stand together, and they turn their heads to look at each other. She tries to read into his soul and discover the next adventure, but she cannot decipher what lies behind his eyes. He merely kisses her lips softly, then displays a knowing smile. The ride ends uneventfully. The lobby level is busy with the hustle and bustle of early evening. The clamor of people yelling into cell phones, chasing after children, and rushing to events in the various conference rooms. He guides her into a dimly lit bistro inside the hotel lobby, and he seems more familiar to her now—not the mysterious stranger he was all afternoon. She wonders almost disappointed if the game is over, but decides against speaking her thoughts. They order drinks, and chat about friends and mock some of the other patrons. Their laughter is genuine, and after a second round of drinks arrive they order a few appetizers to nibble on. The appetizers are cleared, and they stand from the table and move to a smaller dark bar on another level of the hotel. She notices the sun on its methodical trip to bed for the night, and wonders if the game is over. He settles her onto a bar stool at the end of the long wood and brass bar, tucked against the wall. He sits next to her, his arm resting on the back of her chair, his fingertips strumming her back and arm through his shirt that she wears. They sip drinks and talk of each other's work, laughing and telling more stories. By 10 PM, giddy and warm with alcohol, he discreetly reaches his right hand under her skirt again and finds her pussy. He watches her face, the wider eyes, wondering if she is shocked at his movement or if she is a little tender from this afternoon. She places her hands on his wrist, as if to hide his action. His fingers dance and strum at her opening, teasing her, making her squirm just a bit in her seat. She casts her eyes to his crotch, noticing that he is getting aroused again. She bites her bottom lip—his game is not over. Reaching into his pocket, he tosses bills on the bar and then stands, reaching for her hand with a very wicked gleam in his eye. She follows suit, meeting his desirous stare with a wicked gleam of her own. He holds her fingers softly with his, hand in hand they walk back through the lobby...this time not toward the elevator, but rather toward the street door. The bell captain holds the door as they pass. She smiles at the bell captain, before she is pulled gently away, led off into the night by a man who is showing her a much different side of himself tonight. He pauses at a corner, and has her extend her arms so he can place his overcoat on her, tying the belt at her slim waist. He kisses her lips softly and reaches into the right pocket of it. She wonders what he is trying to feel through this, then realizes he is pulling something from inside the pocket—a grey silk scarf...the one he had blindfolded her with back in the room. She gasps softly, playfully, until he starts to place it over her eyes again. "But we're outside on a public street!" she whispers in protest. He pays her no mind, securing it behind her head, and then reaches into the pocket again. She feels his hand fumbling around, and retrieving something else. "Sunglasses, my dear. No one will know what's going on...unless I want them to." He guides the pair of big dark women's sunglasses into place, adjusting the blindfold so that from the front it cannot be seen behind the glasses. And then he grasps her hand, placing her arm in his, and begins to guide her down the street, guiding her with his arm and with his words. Her mind reels, trying to remember where they are in the city, but confused just enough to not recall exactly what way they were going from the hotel. She tries to listen for sounds, anything that she might recognize. But the sounds of the night city are undistinguishable from one block to another. My god, she thinks, I must look like a blind woman without a cane! Where the hell are we going?! It's her town, not his. He's been there enough to know his way around, but just in case she is trying to figure out where in the city they are as he makes several jerky movements – a sudden left, a sudden right, crossing a street for no real reason, then crossing back 50 feet later, even turning her around several times. She giggles at his sudden changes of direction at first, then realizes that they are deliberate, and focuses instead on his words as he calls out for her to step up or down. More walking, left then right..crossing..another left..wait..right..no, now straight...she hears the night wind rustle the trees. The city traffic seems very light and sparse the more they walk, and she feels her heart beating a bit harder than usual. She wants to ask where they are, gather some clue, but knows that he might end this part of the game if she does. So she keeps quiet, wondering, partly nervous at the unknown. Suddenly he stops her, and places her arms onto something warm and metallic, some sort of railing. She tries to stretch her fingers around it, slide her hands up and down, trying to figure it out, but he won't let her explore much. She tries to focus on her other senses, efforting to picture where they might be. But her thoughts are interrupted as she feels him reaching around and opening the belt of the overcoat, and then he begins unbuttoning the shirt of his that he made her wear. "SAM!" Her hands try to grab at his. He swats her ass once, sharply enough to make her gasp out loud. Then he tugs on the choker adorning her neck, saying "Remember, you trust me. I'm not going to let you get hurt, or arrested. Trust me." She thinks of her safe word...what was it? Diamond? No...a jewel...Pearl! She considers saying it out of fear of where they might be, but she resists in favor of this exquisite game he plays with her. So different, so enthralling. She has to go through with it. The night air is calm, and comfortable. He goes back to unbuttoning the shirt, leaving just the one button in front of her breasts still in place. She feels the weight of the overcoat hanging open from her shoulders, draping her form underneath. His hands are quickly at her skirt, and all too swiftly it is unfastened and unzipped and yanked down her legs. "OH my god Sam what the fuck are you doing!!!" she whispers. She blushes in the cool night air, and he knows she is nervous. He makes her step out of the skirt, and drapes it over the railing. "Listen pet, you are on a steep set of steps. I want you to climb up 4 steps, and stop." She does so, gingerly, so unsteady with every step. She feels the night breeze around her legs and between them, slipping under the open overcoat, caressing and teasing her skin, and simultaneously heightening her fear. Her heels make a soft metallic sound as she climbs the narrow steps, but she can barely hear the sound over that of her own breaths. "Okay, my little pet." He grabs her right ankle gently in his hand, just enough to stop her without tumbling her in her blindfolded state. "I'm going to lift this ankle, I am not going to pull you, I just need to move between you and these steps. So hang on, but don't worry." Her eyes are wide with fright behind the blindfold as he lifts the ankle away, and her knuckles tighten on the railing. She feels him moving under her, against her, and then when his mouth finds her leg she realizes that he was facing her. He moves up another step, and guides her ankle back down until she places her foot back on the step next to his body. His hands roam her legs, and his mouth slowly finds her pussy. The fear and excitement fight for control inside her. She knows they are outside..aren't they? She can't see a thing, she has no clue where exactly they were. But his tongue starts making these cat-like languid licks at her slit and her hips start twitching and she loses her focus on her thoughts. He laps at her slowly, watching her body tensing, her rapid breaths, knowing she has to be scared to death of where they might be. He is almost completely hidden under the overcoat and he slides his hands up under the shirt onto her torso, seeking her hard nipples. His licks open her petals and then pushes his tongue inside her. She moans, and presses down at his mouth. She tries to reach higher on the railing, and finds that it stops just beyond where she was gripping it tightly. She lets her hands explore a bit, and feels it level off then end. Looking back from under her, he watches her trying to figure out her surroundings. Not wanting to disclose their location, he decides to distract her more. He slides his mouth upward and begins to nurse at her clit. Suckling gently, then urgently, flicking his tongue at her tip. Two of his fingers slip into her pussy lips, and then push deep inside. She grips them tight with her cunt muscles and he pushes harder, finger fucking her slowly. He rolls his wrist so his fingers turn as they plunge, pressing his fingers to her walls with each corkscrew motion. She trembles, and lifts one leg another step higher, spreading herself more and gaining leverage to thrust down at his welcome fingers. He lets her adjust herself, and begin thrusting onto his fingers, building her slowly before pulling his fingers out and sliding them backwards to her ass. Her moans mix with her breath. His wet fingertips circle her rosebud, then begin to press. She hunches and bends and spreads until his middle finger slipped inside. They both groan heavily. His other hand begins to play at her pussy entrance until two fingers turn slippery from her fluids and he pushes them inside her. His hot breath coats her clit, and his lips close on it again to nurse it hard. His breathing is hard against her flesh as he tries to suck her cream from her. She bucks and grinds to him, forgetting where she might be and letting loose screams louder than she intends. His fingers begin moving in both of her openings. In her ass his finger plunges, while the two fingers in her pussy twist out. The speed and intensity increases more. She hisses and clenches her teeth, slamming her hips between his fingers. His tongue tip rolls over her clit tip again and again, and she squeals behind her clenched teeth. His hand leaves her pussy and slides quickly up under the opened shirt tail, grabbing hold of her nipple and pinching it as hard as he can. She bites off a scream and her cunt spasms, her legs tremble, her knuckles whiten with her fierce grip on the railing. She rides his face long and hard, and he bangs his finger in and out of her ass until she begins to slow her hips. His movements slow in time with hers until his finger is still inside her, and he lifts his face from her pussy. Suprising Visit Ch. 02 "Mmmmm baby..for being such a good girl you can take off the glasses and blindfold, but hang on with one hand." He slowly withdraws his finger from her ass, and pulls his other hand down her warm body from her nipple. She tears the glasses off and rips at the blindfold, until the world is revealed to her again. It takes her a moment to realize that they are on the steps climbing up into a children's play set built at a park to the west of the hotel. They are well covered by darkness and trees, and maybe 150 feet in from the road, but at any moment someone could come walking by and catch them. The steps end at her eye level and lead into a tunnel that the children would climb through. She laughs in shock at where they are. "YOU are unbelievable!" "Crawl up there and face me" is all that he repliesy. She does so, sitting on the top step, facing him, legs open, knees high, overcoat draped from her shoulders and disheveled. He looks at her – trailing from her eyes, down her body, at her wet pussy lips, then back up. He climbs up a few steps, until he is standing above her on the landing, and pulls out his throbbing cock. "Suck my cock, pet. Right here. Right now." She moves slowly onto her knees, fighting against the tug of the overcoat gathered around her legs. She grabs the base of his cock and stares up at him. "I need FUCKED Sam...I'm not kidding." "You'll be FUCKED Tori, don't worry. But not just yet. And before you try, begging won't help you right now." She puffs out her bottom lip just for a moment, mockingly pouting. Then she opens her mouth and looks up at him as her lips close on the head. Her tongue begins to swirl as her fist pumps the shaft. She rocks her head side to side, and lets her tongue lash on his cum hole. Then she laps at that sensitive spot under the head making him groan loudly. She pulls him out only to suck him back in, and starts bobbing on his shaft, making it glisten in the darkness from her saliva. His hips bump forward as she plunges, sucking greedily, sucking hard, her cheeks caving in. He grabs her hair in one hand as she guides him down her throat. His moans are harder, louder, primal. Abruptly he pushes her head back, his cock popping free from her mouth. He stuffs his cock back into his pants and growls down at her. "Come on, let's find a good place for you to get fucked." He leads her down the steps and then back to the ground where he picks up her skirt and then reties the blindfold over her eyes. He again covers the blindfold with the sunglasses. Arm in arm, they start walking again. They walk faster, and what to her seems farther -- turning at corners, walking past people, hearing cars whizzing by with music blaring, until they slip into the quiet of a building. Soft light music plays somewhere overhead, and she realizes that they are back at the hotel. His feet scuffle along the marble floors...marble floors? Were there marble floors in the lobby of the hotel? She tries to recall, but cannot. He guides her onto an escalator this time, wrapping his arms around her from behind as they ride upwards. Anyone watching would guess they are lovers, but wouldn't have a clue that as he holds her close he is whispering into her ear how badly he needs to fuck her and fill her pussy with his cum. He leads her off the escalator and down hallways, through doors, and then into an eerily quiet room. She hears him moving a few things, and then feels him pushing down on her shoulders. She spreads her arms out in front of her as he nudgers her down, and finds a table covered in a heavy cloth. Feeling blindly on the table top, seeking a place to hold her weight, she knocks over things that seem to crash and tumble loudly - Glassware? Dinnerware? She's not sure, but the sound of them crashing seems frighteningly loud. However he does not seem to care. He lifts the back of the overcoat, exposing her sweet ass. She perches it higher in the air for him to see. He tells her to grab on, and she knocks more things over onto the floor as she searches for the edges of the round table. She doesn't hear him unzip with the crashing of the place settings, but she does hear him spitting in his hand and working the saliva onto his cock. She purrs as he begins to slap her pussy with his hard cock from behind. Her arms spread wide, and her body presses against the starchy cloth. Their rough movements knock more things to the floor, and if his cock wasn't teasing her sweet cunt she would wonder just where they hell they are but instead her wants consume her mind. His cock presses lengthwise to her wet slit. "I'm going to fuck that pussy of yours my little slut. I'm going to take that pussy and make it sore." He reaches under her and unbuttons the remaining button on his shirt that she wears, grabbing her breasts, angling his cock against her as she spread her legs wider and hitches her ass higher in the air. His cock aligns perfectly and he pushes alllll the way inside with a heavy groan. The long awaited sensation fills both of their senses. For a moment, the world is perfectly still, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. His hands then begin to maul her breasts, pinching and rolling and twisting them over and over. She squirms under him, and he begins pumping into her fast and hard, his abdomen slapping against her ass with harsher and harder thrusts each time. She cries out and encourages him. "Fuck me Sam! Fuck me!!" He yanks a hand from a nipple and lifts it high, smacking her hip HARD and says "NOT SAM, BITCH!" Her bottom lip trembles at the force in his voice, and she cries out "FUCK ME MASTERRRRRRRRR." Just saying those words make her pussy wetter. Just hearing those words make him impale her harder. His cock slams into her mercilessly, his hands tug at the overcoat and shirt until they form a tangled lump on her shoulders and back, the rest of her body bare, bent over a table somewhere in the hotel and caring about nothing but the pounding he gives her. "FUCK ME MASTERRRRRRR!" she yells louder. He bites down on the back of her neck, driving his teeth deep, sinking them in hard, tearing at her flesh. Her walls grab at his cock and tighten, making him have to be so forceful with every plunge. He grabs her wrists, pulling them behind her, clutching them together at the small of her back with one hand, grabbing her hair with another. The angle leaves her completely at his whim, and makes his mushroom cockhead roll over her g-spot wildly. She screams and hears him yelling "Fuck me my little slut!! Tell me how badly you want my cum!" "Oh yes I want your cum! Fill my pussy with your hot thick cum masterrrrrrr!!!!" He rolls his hips with every plunge, feeling every inch of her walls as she milks his cock. He releases her hair and pushes her face back down toward the table, her nipples scraping against the starchy table cloth. Ramming into her, still clutching her wrists at the small of her back then letting them go. He growls hungrily and withdraws his cock from her pussy, pressing the slick throbbing member up against her asshole. "Tell me where you want this!" he hisses. "MY ASSS!!! PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!!!" "LOUDER, SLUT!" "RAPE MY ASSSS MASTERRRR!" He growls and pushes, and she grabs the table hard. He grasps her hip with one hand and the base of his cock with the other until his cockhead finally pops inside of her. She yelled and slams her fist on the table as it finally sinks into her ass. He grabs her wrists back behind her again, and starts savagely taking her ass. Snapping his hips back and forth, ramming full and hard. He hold her wrists out from her body and behind her, forcing her upright with her waist pressed to the table, her torso suspended forward as he fucks her ass shamelessly. Her breasts bounce wildly he pounds into her, her tight ass clenching on his shaft. Words disappear into grunts and cries and moans. She pumps her ass back to meet every vicious stroke. His balls smack against her pussy. The echoes of their lustmaking seem to take forever to bounce back to them, wherever the hell they were. The fury increases, and both of their breathing becomes labored. They started yelling each other's names and he finally SCREAMS as loud as he can, filling her ass with his cum. The eruption combine with his savage yells send her over the edge, thrashing under him. When the last spasm shakes from his cock, he releases her wrists. She slumps to the table. He slumps against her. Their hot sweaty bodies mold together, gasping for air. Time seems to stop as they lay together, bent over a table. "Where are we?" she whispered when most of her senses finally return. There's a pause as he inhales. "A ballroom, one that's ready for a very early morning conference. This table should be quite, ummm, surprised at the damage and the wet spot we've left." "Oh my god Sam! Are you serious?" she whispers back. "Mmmhmmm" he laughs. "Why are you whispering now?" He unbundles the mess of the overcoat and shirt rumpled up on her back and lets them drape over her again. He gently withdraws from her with a groan, and eases her body up from the table. He gathers the overcoat together, finding the ends of the belt and loosely tying it at her waist as she laughs softly. "Can't I seee???" "No, we have to get back to our hotel now." "WHAT?!! Our hotel???" He laughs and doesn't answer, partially infuriating her. Instead, he guides her out and back into the night and back to his hotel. At the last corner he stops her and walks in front of her to remove the dark Jackie O-like sunglasses and the blindfold behind them. He runs a hand through her hair and smiles as she adjusts to seeing again. They kiss hard before heading inside. When they get to his room they shower again, spending a long time kissing, and gently exploring each other. Despite both lovers wanting to keep going, he finds the resolve to say, "You need to rest up for tomorrow." "What's tomorrow?! Oh my god, are we going to fuck at a stadium or something? Is there a team in town?" She laughs heartily as they dry each other off. He laughs and muses at her, "Ooooo, I hadn't thought of that!" "I shouldn't give you ideas," she realizes as they walk to the bed and snuggle close. They share soft words and gentle caresses until they drift off.