2 comments/ 4659 views/ 5 favorites The Darkened Room By: jalaurie I was standing in a hotel hallway. In front of room number 215. All I had to do was knock. I couldn't. I'm not sure exactly how long I stood there. It couldn't have been more than 45 seconds; maybe a minute. It seemed like forever, though. A simple knock on a door, but it was one of the biggest leaps of faith I had ever taken. Once I knocked, I knew what would happen. We had discussed it and laid out the plan. I didn't know the specifics, but I knew enough to know that I wanted what was in that hotel room. Well, I wanted what I thought was in that hotel room. What if he was lying to me? What if he wasn't who I thought he was? What if he was a homicidal maniac, or sexual sadist? We had talked for weeks online. I had heard his voice; we had exchanged pictures and videos (yes, "pictures" and "videos"). A close friend knew where I was, down to the hotel room number. I knew which car in the parking lot was his and she had a picture of it. She was waiting for regular confirmation calls, with code words, to be sure I was not in trouble. But, I still couldn't knock on that door. Our entire "relationship" passed through my mind in those long seconds. I knew I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted any man before. That, in itself, was amazing to me. I had never laid eyes, or anything else on this man, but I was so turned on. Just the idea of being able to see him, to touch him, to have his hands on me... I had already soaked my panties on the drive over. Even if I turned and walked away, and I did have that option, I was going to need to change the underwear before I could go back to work. Luckily, I brought a spare pair. I knew what his voice, the words he typed on screen, did to me. It didn't take much forethought to know that seeing him, or even coming close to seeing him, was going to give me instant "Niagara panties". He was on the other side of that door. Inside room 215. All I had to do was knock. I knew the room would be dark. Lights out, curtains drawn. When the door opened, I was to enter with my eyes closed. He would be behind the door, blindfold in hand. He would lead me by the arm into the room, then blindfold me. He might choose to tie my arms or restrain me in other ways. We had agreed that there would be no gags. I wanted to be able to scream if I needed to. From fear, or from pleasure. The time had come to take the leap or walk away. I took the leap. I knocked on the door to room 215. Nothing. Did I have the right room? Had he changed his mind? Was it all a big hoax? God, I felt so stupid! Then the door opened. No lights; no person standing in the doorway. Just...the darkened room. I closed my eyes, put my hand on the door to guide me, and walked in. A few steps into the dark, and I felt his hand on my arm, controlling me. Strong, but not overpowering. He wasn't flexing, showing off, but I could tell that I had no chance to escape if he wanted to hold me. He closed the door behind me. My mind froze. I was shaking like a leaf. It was partially from fear, partially from...excitement? Anticipation? I don't know how to describe it. I felt like I might die in the next few seconds, just from the adrenaline running through my body. On phrase was running through my mind, over and over again. "Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me..." Forgetting about the possibility that he might be a homicidal maniac, I still didn't know what he would do next. I knew I would be blindfolded, but would he be rough? I had already felt how strong he was. I began to realize that, even if things went well, I could be in for a very long and, yes, painful few hours. I had put myself completely under my Master's control, and it was just becoming obvious to me how utterly defenseless I was. What happened next was well beyond anything I had fantasized about. He held me. He put his arms around me, and held me. Just...that. He pulled my hair to the side, and began to kiss my neck. His hands released my arms and moved, slowly, to my breasts. We stood like that for perhaps 30 seconds. My shaking stopped. My heart slowed. The flood in my panties rose. When I was calm, he stepped back, and began to place the blindfold over my eyes. It wasn't a real blindfold, but more of a cloth belt. It was not particularly comfortable. He tied it tight and it pressed against my nose, making breathing difficult. It was very effective at shutting off my sight. When he turned the lights in the room back on, I was still unable to see a thing. He began to undress me. I tried to help, but I probably shouldn't have. We got my top off without too much difficulty. Brief interlude while he played with my breasts, still in my bra. Then the bra came off. The cool air of the room hit my nipples. Whoa! Another moment of intense clarity. I was standing in a hotel room I had never seen, in front of a man I had never seen (and hopefully nobody else was there), completely naked from the waist up. And I was loving it. I mean, really loving it. He put his hands on my breasts and I nearly fainted. He kissed them, the entire breast, each nipple in turn. Licking, sucking, making my knees weak, and...well, what was happening in my panties was biblical in proportion. Getting my pants off became a priority for both of us. Strappy sandals look great on me. They accent my calves and lift me up just enough. They are nearly impossible to remove when you are blindfolded, horny and being "helped" by a horny man. Finally, I was down to my panties and nothing was broken. He was naked. That had become obvious during the wrestling match with my pants. Very obvious. Very, very obvious. He knelt before me and began kissing down my belly. As he reached my panties, he slid them down my thighs. His kisses followed them to my knees, and then I was completely naked. He stood and held me again. Did I mention that it obvious that he was naked? Yeah. Well, I got another reminder. I clearly was not the only one enjoying our time together. He held me for a few moments, then let go. I heard some rustling. He led me forward, and forced me to my knees. Not roughly, but I had no choice in the matter. The rustling had been from the pillow he placed for me to kneel on. Apparently I was to be kneeling for a while. He left me there. Just left me. Not for long, but he was moving so quietly I had no idea where he was. Hell, I had no idea where I was. My head was spinning with all that had happened in the last...what, five minutes? Was that all? My life had changed this much in just five minutes? He told me later that he had spent those few moments just looking at me. Enjoying my body. Enjoying watching me struggle with my fear and my excitement. The next thing I felt was something brushing against my face, against my lips. Yeah, it was that "something". Well, I had bragged to him online about my prowess with my mouth. Apparently the time had come for me to demonstrate my abilities. I sucked his cock for all I was worth. It wasn't easy. He was controlling my head; sometimes by simply holding my head, sometimes with a handful of my hair. He forced himself into my mouth, into my throat, over and over. He had this strange knack for knowing just when I was starting to gag, and pulling back. Only one or two times the entire afternoon, did he push me to the point of actually gagging, and, and honestly, I think those were intentional. I think he used the act of causing me to gag as a way of reminding me who was really in charge. I didn't mind. On top of all that, the "blindfold" was making it difficult to breathe. He was completely in charge and I had no choice but to take his cock as deep as he wanted to go. That's not completely true. Even then I knew, in the back of my mind, that I could pull away and he would let me. We had negotiated a safe word. I trusted that he would honor it. The thought of pulling away, more than temporarily, at least, never reached the front of my mind. It was difficult, I think intentionally so, but I was so "in the zone" I never even considered quitting. I just kept sucking his cock, letting him fuck my mouth, letting him fuck my throat. He held my head with both hands and forced himself all the way in. He held me there for several seconds, as if to say, "Your mouth is mine, Sandy. Your throat is mine. I will use them however it pleases me to use them and you will submit." I submitted. Eventually, I did start to gag, and he pulled out of my throat. He had made his point, and I had, with pleasure, given in to his desires. Pleasing him really was all that mattered to me at that point. He let me rest and catch my breath for a few seconds, then he lead me across the room. Again I was forced to my knees. He moved around me, and it became clear that I was kneeling in front of a couch. He took me by the head and began to use my mouth again. This time it was even more difficult. The blindfold had slipped, the angle was different, maybe he was more insistent. I fought against him, trying to regain control. He was even stronger than I thought. He controlled me, forcing my head down on his cock, using my mouth, my throat, as he pleased. Again, I submitted. Only fighting when I was unable to breathe. He was sensitive to that, and let me have enough freedom to catch a breath every now and then. After a long five minutes of being used by my Master, he pulled my face up off his cock, moved to the side and pushed me forward. He shoved my chest into the seat of the couch, and spread my legs further apart. My pussy was so wet I had streams running down both legs. No exaggeration. Streams. Both legs. I felt him caress me intimately for the first time. I think he even bent over and took a look. Then I felt his cock against me. Right at the entrance. He rubbed my pussy with it, getting it wet. Then, he slid it home. I felt myself stretch to accept him, every inch of him, inside me. Oh. My. God. I am a grown ass woman. This was not the first time I ever had sex. This was not the first time I had been entered from behind. But. Oh. My. God. Let's review, shall we? I was in a hotel room I had never seen. Blindfolded. On my knees. In front of a couch I had never seen. In my mouth, the taste of a cock I had never seen. Being fucked from behind (and very well, BTW) by that same cock. Oh, yeah. The cock was attached to a man I had never seen. This was something of a red-letter day for me. And in that red-letter day, this was an extra-red-letter moment. End of review. He was pounding me. Stroking in and out of me with a power I had never felt from a man before. It was almost too much. I felt my orgasm approaching. Apparently he did as well, because he quickened his stroke, bringing me closer and closer. As I was about to come, I begged him, "Come inside me, Master. Come inside me now!" "No." The first word he had spoken to me. And it was, "No." His voice brought me. Waves of orgasm crashed across my body. I shuddered and gasped. He kept pounding into me. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape that powerful rod plunging into me intimately, but he wouldn't let me go. I was trapped against the couch, and he kept driving me into it. I came again. This time he relented. Slowing down, he let me catch my breathe. Then he pulled completely out of me. He came back around, lifted me off the couch, and slid into his previous position. He took me by the head again and began to fuck my mouth and throat. Again. Hard. It was even more difficult this time around. I was out of breath, the blindfold was slipping down and interfering with my breathing. I pulled away. My Master allowed it. "Please, can I take the blindfold off, Master?" "No." Great, as voluble as he is online, he's a one-word wonder in the bedroom. He continued, "Not until I cum in your mouth." An actual sentence. Wonders! We had discussed this. I remembered now. His part of this fantasy was wrapped up in me never seeing him until he had fucked me; had me in every way possible (well, almost every way), cum in my mouth, and I had swallowed his cum. I had never swallowed cum before. Men had asked (begged), but I had always said no. I just never cared enough to say yes. Maybe I was saving that one "virginity" for someone special. Then, my Master asked. Of course I would swallow his cum. The ease with which I agreed astonished me. Now the time had come to make good on my promise. I found that I was eager. I went back to the task at hand, blindfold interfering, out of breath, my throat getting a little sore from the repeated pounding, my mouth complaining about being held so wide open for so long. My Master's cock began to swell. I wasn't sure I could continue much longer. My mouth was open as far as it could go and he was getting bigger. I stayed the course. Letting him fuck my mouth, thrust after thrust. He came. He filled my mouth with his hot, thick cum. And I swallowed it. Every drop. When it was all gone, I started to pull off him, but he pushed me back down. OK. I kept sucking. I got a little more cum and groan of pleasure from my Master. It was well worth it. He removed the blindfold. The light in the room was dim, so I wasn't blinded. My Master is considerate, if demanding. I looked up, his cock still in my mouth, and saw my Master's face for the first time. He was happy. I had made my Master very happy.