6 comments/ 13568 views/ 0 favorites One Hour By: johnny_sway The room smelled like stale cigarette smoke and sweat. It was potent. There were hookers of every flavor in the room, waiting for their next sixty-minute romance. And all of them had a nose for fresh meat. A black woman with light brown skin and a pierced nose propositioned me. Then there was the Oriental woman with hot pink hair and no breasts. And the girl so translucent that her veins were visible. I had to pay an extra fifty for "Cassidy", a blond with small features and an All-American girl inside of tramp's clothing. She had a trio of guys eyeing her. With the curl of her index finger, she led me out of the room, past a couple of sweating kids, and up the creaking stairs. The backs of her high heels were chafed and the straps had worn blisters on her feet. The fishnet stockings seemed like something out of a porno with awful disco music, but, she was never comfortable about her legs. A scrawny redhead was coming down the steps dressed in bright pink, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, a john behind her. Her smile was leering and cheap, as if her desire for cock had gone without reason. Coughing, I turned my eyes back on the girl leading me up the stairs, seeing just the underside of her ass beneath her short black skirt. She had a nice ass once upon a time, before she was a whore. She didn't try to glamorize what she did. She gave up. She still had slender arms, but there were bruises behind her biceps that had turned yellow with age. She didn't care about that either. It wasn't the worst she'd ever been treated. Besides, she made an extra hundred off of him. Her blonde hair was gloomy, cloudy. There wasn't much life left in her body at all, truthfully. Entering the room with a busted plastic "8" nailed to the door, the sound of a john fucking away on another whore in the room next door brought on a reality I hadn't counted on. My palms were sweating now and my stomach churning. She didn't even flinch. She just tossed her pack of cigarettes to the night stand and unzipped her corset top. Removing it, her hand massages under her arm, rubbing out the imprint of the hemline. I'd taken a stance over by the window, watching the green city below move back and forth to oblivion. "What's your pleasure tonight, Honey?" She said it with a soft voice that sounded tired. "I don't know. What are you in to?" I said, watching her reflection in the window. "Doesn't matter what I'm in to. I'll do anything you want me to do. Did they tell you the prices downstairs?" "Yeah. Yeah, they told me your prices." "Not my prices. It's the man's prices. Believe me." "How long have you been doing this?" "Three years," she said, her voice a bit uneasy. She moved in behind me, wrapping her lean arms around my chest, her breasts cramming against my back. She kept her face off of me, her breath warm and fast on my neck. "I saw you," I told her, "in a coffee shop a couple of nights ago. You were with an older gentleman." Releasing her grip on me, she takes a few steps back and takes her drink off of the table. "I don't know no gentleman." The ice rolled around in the glass when she sat it down, and I took a single step to the right, nearer to the corner, when she sat down in the window sill. "So, you followed me here? Or what?" Staring blankly at the yellow and red sign that reads Mingh's 24 Hour Laundry, I felt a warmth run through my chest and shoulders. "Maybe." "Listen, Honey, I don't do guys without rubbers. Hand jobs and blow jobs are fine, but you can get them cheaper from another girl. If they didn't tell you that, they're fucking you. I'll take it in the ass for an extra two hundred. If you want bondage or kinky shit, that's fine, I just have to go get the gear." "I'm not," I told her, glancing at her face and bare shoulders. "You're not what?" She asked, her green eyes trying not to make eye contact. "I don't like kinky shit," I said with a grin. She had a great smile once upon a time. With a diet of hot showers and square meals, she probably could have it again. Her breasts had lost their shape and had fallen from the shape of grapefruits into the shape of tears. Her nipples were pink and large. Kind of limp, probably from all the johns. I didn't know and I didn't want to know. Moving to the television set, I picked up my glass and took hers from the table, offering it to her so she didn't have to get back up. "Take your cock out, Baby," she told me. "Unless you want me to." Standing still, I imagine my silence was all the initiative she needed. Setting her glass beside her, she leaned forward, grabbing the waist of my jeans and pulling me towards her. "You want to take off your shirt? Keep it clean," she said genuinely. "It looks like a nice shirt." She always liked a man in a crisp white dress shirt. Reminded her of times in her life that were more pure. I tossed the shirt to the table, landing it in the ring of dew from her glass. Her fingers were chilly as she took out my cock, stroking me with her hand as I continued watching out the window. "Have you ever done anything like this before? " "Had a girl jack me off?" She laughed, "No. Paid a girl." "No," I told her honestly, staring into those green eyes for just a second. "Well, Honey, just relax. I'll do all the hard work. If you want to talk, just go ahead. What line of work are you in?" It was difficult to concentrate, but, I found solace in the sound of her breathing and sucking. My forearms began to tremble and I gripped the green trim around the window. "I don't want to talk about work..." I hesitated, fearing for the safety of my cock in between her jaws. Then I said it anyway. "...April." My cock fell out of her mouth, her shoulders raising and her posture stiffening as she backed up against the window. "Who the fuck are you?" She fumed. "I didn't figure you remembered me. The second I saw you in the diner the other night, I knew it was you." "Why should I know you?" Her voice belied her curiosity, maybe her shame, and she continued to glare, her plump breasts trembling naturally opposite her arms. She let her blond hair fall over her face, guarding her from her proverbial accuser. "We actually danced together once. It was, Jesus, six years ago. The Homecoming dance. Sophomore year. You were," I hesitated and corrected myself. "You are the prettiest girl I ever danced with. That was the best thing that happened to me those all four years of high school." Her breathing turned in to heavy gasps and she looked away from me, her left arm folding to conceal her bare breasts. I adjusted myself back in to my Levis and took a quick look around the room. Picking up her corset, I handed it back to her and looked out the window as she quickly dressed again. She was adjusting a breast when I took a seat beside her, unsure if she'd even stay and keep listening to me. "I remember the day you left home to come out here and become an actress. People hated you for it. For leaving. Then, you had that commercial ... for soda ... and the whole town became your lifelong friends. There used to be a sign up that said `Hometown of Actress April Brooks'. It kept getting stolen, so, they finally quit hanging new ones up." "So, you saw me, found out I'm a whore and decided to throw down a hundred bucks and get a blow job from the Prom queen? Is that it?" "No," I sighed. "Come here to laugh at me? Maybe to make the phone call back home and tell them that I pay the rent by letting guys fuck me in a dirty bed. Are you that kind of man?" "No," I promised. It was never my intention, but I still found myself sitting there in the window, watching her cry, curse and pound the window sill with her bawled fists. Maybe I was trying to prove how good of a guy I was, I'm not sure, I just put an arm around her and her body flew against mine, her trembling arms grasping me, her tears and hot breaths melting my skin. With my left hand, I stroked the back of her head, bringing her only closer. When her emotions buried themselves again, April took a seat on the floor, hiding even from the world outside the window. Sniffing, she runs a hand through her hair, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand and pulls her legs against her torso. "I've been with so many guys. I don't know how many. You just call everybody `Honey', shut your eyes and pretend like every guy fucking you gives a shit about you. I don't want any sympathy, I made all the choices on my own. I came out here, and things went my way for a while. Then I met this guy and all of my dreams escaped me. Every morning, I think about leaving. The world just got so big. I forgot my way home. And those signs ... the ones that kept getting stolen ... I used to get them in the mail from my family every three or four months. When they stopped coming, I knew I couldn't go back. I don't know what I ever did to you that made you come to this place," April sighed. "But I'm glad I did it." Rising, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek, slinking back enough to look directly in my eyes. One Hour The man in my life is kind, loving and gentle in all areas of his life, except sex. He loves to dominate me and I love to submit to him. I am a professional woman, always in control, and I enjoy my work, but my sexual being needs to be told what to do. It turns me on in a big way, especially if I am restrained. I don't understand why I'm that way and have stopped trying to analyze it. I just know I need to be dominated. My dominant is unpredictable and I never know when he wants to play or what he has in mind. My only obligation, when I am with him, is to follow his instructions without question. I am not into pain, and he knows that, so when he punishes me it is seldom harsh, but painful enough to remind me that I must obey him. He uses many forms of punishment and I never know which one he will use, or if he has devised a new one. His favorite thing to do is to sexually tease me. It makes him hard to watch me suffer trying not to come until he tells me to. He has implemented a morning regimen that I must perform without hesitation. He insists I awaken before him and I am not allowed to leave the bed until he tells me I can. That means no matter how much I have to pee, I must hold it. I am to gently play with his balls and suck his cock until he wakes up. If he wakes up and his cock is not in my mouth I am punished. When he awakens, he wraps both hands tightly in my hair, thereby immobilizing my head, while he fucks my mouth and throat. He has copious amounts of come and I must swallow it all. I must open my mouth to show him that I have done so. Only then am I allowed to use the bathroom. We have breakfast and get dressed to go to work. As we are dressing, I am required to stand with my hands behind my back, thrusting my breasts out in offering to him. He plunges two fingers into me and sucks my breasts with vigor until my nipples are hard like diamonds and he feels my juices flow. He removes his mouth and fingers and pinches my swollen nipples. Only then am I allowed to dress for work. I am not allowed to wear panties or a bra...ever. In fact he has thrown them all away. I always return home from work before him and undress. There is a wall opposite the entrance to our house. On that wall are attached four automatic cuffs that clamp shut when wrists and ankles are in place. They are placed so when I am in them, I am stretched spread eagled. I am required to do this nightly. He leaves a note on the table instructing me to ether face the wall or face the door. Tonight I am instructed to face the wall. I hear the door open and shut. The next sound is the sound of his pants' zipper being pulled down. When I am facing the wall, he likes to plunge his hard cock into me with force. After a few long strokes he reaches around me and places his hands on my breasts and squeezes them and plays with my nipples pinching and pulling them as he picks up speed. Just before he comes he removes his hands and pushes hard on my back, smashing my breasts into the wall and fucks me hard and fast until he unloads himself into me. When he releases the cuffs, I am expected to clean up and fix supper. When we are home I am to be naked, except like now, in the winter when I am allowed to wear a robe with a zipper in front to give him easy access. It's a wonder the zipper isn't worn out from overuse. Tonight we are sitting in the living room watching television. His favorite program is about to come on. He is on the couch and I am sitting in a lounge chair. "I want to be entertained tonight while watching my program," he said, "and you are going to be my entertainment. Sit up straight and unzip your robe to just below your breasts." I had no idea what he had in mind but did as I was told. "Now pull your breasts out and then pull the zipper up closely under them to keep them pushed together, and in place and sticking up in the air." The cool air in the room made my nipples start to harden. "Here are your instructions to entertain me. Squeeze your breasts hard and push them into your chest. Now pinch and pull your nipples and shake your breasts up and down then let go and let them fall." I did as I was told. My nipples are very sensitive, and I have on occasion come with just nipple and breast play. I could feel wetness gather between my legs as I played. "Stop playing." I did. "Do you see how big and hard your nipples are now?" "Yes, Sir." "My entertainment tonight is watching you keep those nipples hard and jutting out like they are now. You are to keep them that way for an hour, until my favorite program is over and you are NOT to come. Is that understood? "Yes, Sir." "If I look at you, and one or both of your nipples are not hard and sticking out, or if you come, you will be punished. Now get to work and entertain me." 'Yes, Sir." He expects me to do this for a whole hour! I don't know if I can keep them hard that long! I am squeezing my breasts, and pinching my nipples, and pulling them, and scraping them with my nails, keeping them hard and jutting out. I looked at the clock on the wall. Oh no, it's only been 10 minutes and my poor nipples are sore. He looks at me every two or three minutes to admire my ample breasts, the breasts he loves to play with and to see if I am keeping my nipples hard. So far I am, but it is getting more and more difficult and painful. Ten more minutes have gone by and it's getting more and more difficult to keep my nipples hard and jutting out. I hope he is being entertained!! "Commercial time," he said. "Now I can watch you for 3 minutes. You look lovely, my Dear. Your breasts are pushed together so that they look like one big boob, and those nipples are still hard and turning purple from the irritation. I'll bet your pussy is very wet now. You always are soaked when I play with your breasts and nipples, especially when I suck them hard and fast. In fact, I need a little snack now. Come here and stretch your nipples out hard so they are leading you here to me." I'm walking over to him now with my poor sore nipples leading the way. I know what he is going to do and he does. He's squeezing so hard and sucking so hard I could scream! Pussy juice is running down my legs and I feel like I'm going to come. "Please, Sir. Please stop. I'm going to come." 'What? You're telling me what to do?" "I'm sorry, Sir, it's just feels so good when you suck me like that. I'm afraid I'm going to come and then be punished." "Oh, you will be punished alright...punished for thinking you can tell me what to do. Now go back to your chair and keep those nipples hard. Put a pillow behind your back so your breasts are sticking way out. You have 30 minutes to go." This isn't the first time he's tricked me into being punished. I'm running my palms over them making them hard again. My nipples are so very sore. I don't know if I can keep this up for 30 more minutes. He seems to be engrossed in his program. I might be able to stop for a minute. It feels good not to be torturing them. If only he doesn't notice. "Look at your nipples" he shouted! "They've gone down! "You only had 15 more minutes to go. Get up, pull your nipples out and let them lead you to the table. " Oh no, now I'll be punished for two transgressions! I wonder what he is going to do to me. "Lean over the table, crushing your breasts into the hard wood and grab hold of the opposite edge with your hands. Spread your legs wide. Stay that was while I go into the play room and get the bag of toys." My breasts and nipples hurt being crushed into the table, but if I move it will only make it worse for me. Sometimes when I am being punished I take deep breaths and let it out slowly, but taking a deep breath now will only crush my nipples more fully into the hard wood. I see him walk back into the room and place the bag of toys onto the chair next to the table. "Now, let me see what I have here. Oh, yes, the wooden paddle. You will get ten strokes, five on each side for telling me what to do. Are you ready, my Dear?" "Yes, Sir." SMACK! The first one landed on my right ass cheek. The second on my left cheek, each alternating cheeks until 10 were given. They weren't severe, but hard enough that they brought tears. "Your ass cheeks are bight red just the way I like them. Your punishment for allowing your nipples to go down will be more severe." He began rummaging through the toy bag and I wondered what he had in mind. I saw him pull something out of the bag, but couldn't tell what it was. 'Let go of the edge of the table, and reach behind you and pull your ass cheeks apart." "Please, Sir, not the butt plug, you know how much I hate that." "What, you're telling me again what to do? I was going to use the small plug, but now you will have the big one, the one with the 6 inch handle sticking out of your ass." I felt the cold lube on my asshole and then the end of the plug as it began its slow insertion into my bowels. It was about 6 inches long and very wide. My poor hole was stretched beyond belief. He fucked me with it a few times before seating it. "Stand up, pull your nipples out to lead the way, and walk over and stand beside the Television with your back to me. Now, lay the two pillows that are there on the floor, placing your knees on one pillow with your legs spread, and your head on the other pillow, so your butt is up in the air. Now, use your hands to pinch your nipples and keep them hard." "Yes, Sir." I proceeded to do as instructed. I can only imagine the view he had with my private parts up in the air, fully exposed to him. "You've made me miss some of my program. Your punishment for that will be to stay in that position until I tell you to get up." "Yes, Sir." I heard him sit back down on the couch. "I can watch TV and you at the same time! You are beautiful, with your pussy dripping juices and the handle of the butt plug sticking out of your rear. Your red ass cheeks only add to my pleasure. I love the way you choose to keep me entertained! One Hour This was pure torture, you all know how much I love my orgasms. But I did it, I edged myself for an entire hour, just for you! Enjoy! XXOO Angel * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (62 min/mp3) * * * * * One Hour - 3:15PM 3:15pm He roughly pushes my dress up over my arse, caressing it with his hands for a moment before his hands turn to brutal weapons and he rains hard blows across my delicate skin. Left, then right, left, then right again. I guessed it would be hard, but never this hard. I bite my lip and press my hands hard into the desk, trying to concentrate on anything other than the pain searing through me. He has other ideas. He pulls my ponytail back so I am staring straight ahead into the mirror. My cheeks are red, and my eyes are watering so much, my mascara is running down my face. He looks at me, giving nothing away. "I want you looking straight ahead the whole time." I open my mouth to speak, but he stops me. "Don't argue, just do as I say. You really are a dirty little slut though, no panties? What were you hoping for today? You are desperate for my cock aren't you? You need it don't you?" I nod. I have a short reprieve from his hand as I hear his buckle and zip being undone, this time it is not his hands that attack me, but his cock. He plunges it deep within me so quickly that I gasp. But he ignores me and continues to thrust. I never imagined it would feel, or indeed look so good. His hands are tight on my hips as he continues to thrust his cock into my hot, wet pussy, my eyes locked on his in the mirror but we say nothing - we don't have to. This is what we both want, and have done for so long. He moves his hands, his right arm gripping me tight around my waist, forcing his cock further into me with every thrust. His other hand finds the zip on the side of my dress, he tugs sharply at it, slipping his hand through the space, finding my bra and tugging it down. His thumb and forefinger find my hard nipple. He rolls it around between his fingers, then squeezes it hard. I gasp and drop my head. He notices. Of course he notices. My head is snapped back as he pulls my hair, "What did I tell you?" My eyes meet his again in the mirror. "I'm sorry." "You will be slut, you will be." The blows once again return to my arse and his cock thrusts harder and faster into me. He pushes my dress further up my back and he drags his nails over my skin, making me shiver in delight. He tugs further at the zip, motioning for me to take the dress off. I tug it over my head and it lands on the desk in front of me. His hands are quickly at my exposed bra clasp, he unhooks it quickly and my tits spill out. He gives a small moan of approval. "Better, much better." His hands are on my tits now, caressing, nipping and tugging at my nipples. "You want me to cum in you slut don't you? You want to feel Sir's cum running down your legs like the proper little slut you are." "Yes Sir, yes, I want you to cum in me. I'm a dirty fucking slut and I need Sir's cum" His left hand comes down between my legs and he slips a finger inside me, rubbing. The feeling is almost unbearable. My legs tremble beneath me, my arse is sore, my tits have been mauled and my pussy is about to explode. I watch him in the mirror as he moves his head. His mouth is a mean inch from my right ear. He whispers. "Do it. Cum. You filthy little cum slut, you want this, you've waited for this for years, cum over Sir's cock." It is all the encouragement I need - and some. I moan, I gasp, I push my palms hard and flat into the desk as I cum. His arms wrap tight around me, forcing me further onto his cock, feeling it deep, so deep. "Good girl," he gasps "so fucking good, Sir wants to give his filthy slut a reward." He thrusts his cock into my soaking wet pussy once more as his cum shoots up into me. It feels incredible. Everything I thought it would be and so much more. We stand in front of the mirror, panting, his head on my back. Neither of us quite believing what has just happened. "I best get cleaned up" I say, straightening up. "Yes, you'd better." he pulls me towards the chair he was sitting in and sees the look of confusion on my face. He pushes me down onto the chair, pushes my knees apart, my dripping wet pussy exposed. "I want to help you." he says, lowering himself to his knees between my legs. One Hour - 3:30pm He settles on the floor between my knees – his eyes fixed on mine. "Close your eyes." I do as he asks. Nothing happens. I want to open my eyes, but at the same time I know he won't be happy if I do. Finally, finally, I feel his fingertips as he drags them slowly up my legs. He starts circling my ankles, moving up to gently rub at the backs of my knees before moving up to my thighs where he spends what seems like an age, dragging his nails back and forth with varying degrees of pressure. Each time his nails drag their way up my thighs he seems to get closer and closer to where I want him to be. Then he does it. He lays his warm finger on my pussy lips. It isn't a forceful touch, but my closed eyes have heightened every sensation. "Open your eyes slut, I want to see you enjoy this." My eyes fly open, he smiles up at me before he slips his finger into my pussy. I gasp as he does so, and my head involuntary rolls back. He begins to tap gently at my clit before pushing another finger gently into me. He begins to alternate his fingers on my clit, I settle back in the chair, wriggling, trying to move the cushion behind me – he withdraws his fingers. "Is this not good enough for the little slut?" "That's not it, I'm just trying to get comfortable" "Really?" He looks at me inquisitively, raising an eyebrow. "Yes!" "Oh, I know how to make you comfortable." He grabs my wrists, pushing them into the arms of the chair and holding them tightly. He lowers his head and his tongue plunges into my pussy. I gasp loudly, not expecting him to give me his tongue so quickly. It feels delicious inside me, moving slowly, up and down, left to right, lapping at my clit. The delicate movements of his tongue so different from the strong grip he has on my arms. He increases the intensity, and I feel another orgasm building within me – as does he. He lets go my wrists, pushes my knees wider and begins drawing circles with his fingertip over my pussy, his tongue still licking, lapping, pushing me further and further towards orgasm, and he knows it. "I thought you were helping me to clean up?" He speaks, two fingers taking the place of his tongue "this slut needs to get a bit dirtier I think, don't you?" I nod, barely able to speak with the intensity of his fingers in my cunt, but it isn't enough for him, "answer me slut." "Yes Sir. Your little slut wants to get very dirty, she wants you to make her so dirty. So hot, so wet, so dirty for Sir." He knelt up, his hands reaching first for my tits, kneading them, rolling my nipples between his fingers, tugging on them. His right hand returned to my pussy, his fingers teasing my lips before once again discovering my clit. His left hand snaked further up my body, inching around my neck, gently at first, then increasing in pressure and the smile grew across my face – he remembered. "Little slut likes that doesn't she?" "Yes Sir." "Good, now cum for me." His fingers seemed to drum harder and faster on my clit. He tapped and he rubbed all the while bringing me closer and closer. His hand grew tighter around my neck and I could not hold back the gasps and moans escaping from between my lips. He watched me, I could feel the flush growing on my face and across my chest as I teetered on the brink of orgasm. I felt it begin to rip through me and I pushed my palms into his strong shoulders, closing my eyes. He flicked his finger back and forth over my clit another couple of times before the scream escaped from my mouth. He released his grip from my neck, and bent once more, lapping the cum seemingly pouring from my body. Each time his tongue touched me sent another jolt through my body – it felt like a long time before they stopped. When they did I opened my eyes. "Wow. Thank you Sir, that was amazing. You are amazing." "I know. Now, we have 15 minutes before I have to leave." My heart sank and my face must have given away my thoughts. "I'm not gonna waste it, lie down." He pointed to the bed. I raised myself out of the chair and walked to the bed, his hand landing on my arse as I passed him. "Fifteen minutes is more than enough time to fuck you again, and spray my cum over those gorgeous tits, and I know you love that, don't you slut?" He stood at the end of the bed as I settled myself, I spread my legs wide, giving him a clear view of my cum soaked pussy. I pushed a finger into my pussy, feeling just how wet I was. His cock grew further as he watched me. I slowly pulled my finger out and raised my hand to my lips. "I love it" I said, before closing my eyes and placing my finger in my mouth, tasting us both. One Hour - 3:45pm 3:45pm The noise that escaped from between his lips sounded like an animal's growl as he got on the bed with me and ran his warm hands over my body. "Fucking hell, you are a proper little slut, aren't you? A delicious looking one it's true, but still a slut. A little slut who wants to be fucked. Hard and rough and now. Am I right?" "Yes Sir, I want you to fuck me, please Sir, oh please - fuck me." I begged him, desperate to feel his cock in me again, needing him to use me, to take me and abuse me as he wished. He knelt between my legs, taking his engorged cock in his hand, stroking it. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and he knew. He knew just how much I wanted it. "You love my cock don't you slut? You want it in your pussy again, you want my cock to fill your wet cunt, you want to feel this don't you?" "Yes Sir, please, please fuck me, I want you, I need you so much." He continued to stroke his cock in front of me, teasing me. I reached my hand down to my pussy, wanting something to fill me, even if it was just my fingers, I needed to cum again. He caught my wrist in his strong hand before I could get between my legs. "Oh I don't think so - definitely not." He held my hand tight, pushing it back onto the bed - only letting go to lay his hand on my neck, waiting for my reaction. I placed my hand on top of his, tight enough to let him know I was happy. "Good girl" he said, slipping his cock into me, "I'm going to treat you like the proper slut you are." I wrap my legs around his waist, and again lay my hand on top of his on my neck, squeezing a little more, "good." "Oh, like that is it? I see. I'm going to fuck you hard, and you'll look at me and be thankful, like a grateful little slut." He did. He pounded my grateful wet cunt with his cock, every thrust seemingly harder and faster. His grip tightening on my neck, my eyes never leaving his. "You dirty fucking slut, you love me treating you like this don't you? Cum for me slut, cum." His cock pounding me faster, harder, his hand tight on my neck, the other reaching for my arse, spanking it, bringing me so close to cumming for him. His hand spanking me again and again, "cum for me slut, do it." My breathing turning to short gasps as I experience the pure ecstasy of orgasm, "ohhhh god, oh my god." The intensity of his eyes on mine, his hand around my neck and the orgasm, it felt amazing. I closed my eyes, trying to get my breath back, loosening my legs from around his waist. "Don't get too comfortable, I'm not done with you yet." He pulls his hard cock from my body, stroking its length with one hand, grabbing at my tits with the other. "I've wanted to abuse your tits like this for some time slut, I hope you're ready." I thrust my chest towards him in answer, it was all the encouragement he needed as his cum landed over my tits and my hair fanned out on the bed. He collapsed on the bed next to me, his breathing coming in hard gasps. "Wow." He looked at me. "Wow indeed." "Well, I guess that's our hour up then, that was fun my little slut." He stood, searching for his clothes. "Let me know when you're back in town, we could do coffee." "Coffee?" "Yes, coffee, it's not like we could do this again is it?" "No I suppose not." I get off the bed and stand in front of him. I reach up to his face, bringing it towards mine, my naked body pressed against his. I kiss him. Hard and meaningful. He kisses me right back, wrapping his arms around me. I break away from the kiss. "Well, you'd best be off, and I should get back to work." He doesn't let me go. "You know if things were different I'd..." I break him off before he can finish. "Things are not different though are they? They are as they are and we have to live with that." I prize his arms from around me. "Now, you have to get home and I have to get back to work." He looks at me, that devilish glint back in his eye. "When is your next meeting?" "In an hour." He lifts me and starts walking towards the bathroom. I protest. "What are you doing?" "Well, that gives me half an hour to do what I promised to do earlier." He puts me down on the side of the bath and turns on the taps. "Which is?" I ask. "To clean you up properly." "Oh." is all I can manage to say before he covers my mouth with his own and the steam from the hot tap begins to envelope us. One Hour - 3PM It's 3pm. I am waiting, I've been waiting for this for so long. Longer than I thought I would. One hour. We have one hour today alone in this hotel, the things I want to do... But, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm a little apprehensive. More so than when we meet for coffee, I guess that's to be expected - I doubt we'll be drinking coffee this afternoon! I'm wearing the dress he likes, well, I should say the one he approves of. The one I asked his opinion on a while ago, the one he told me to try on, and fuck myself in the changing rooms while I was wearing it... There is a knock at the door, I slip my feet into my lace and navy heels and go to answer it. He's here, and looks so good, smells so good - as always. I close the door behind him, take his jacket and try to make polite conversation, I really do. I even go so far as to ask if he wants coffee. He gives me a look, it seems to say, 'we didn't need to do this here if all I wanted was coffee.' Coffee is always what I get, but never what I want. He compliments my dress, I flush remembering the pictures I sent him of me in it, my hand deep between my legs. He puts two fingers beneath my chin and raises it until I'm staring him straight in the eye. "Your time is running, slut. Don't forget - I said one hour." How could I possibly forget. My legs wobble beneath me, it has nothing to do with the heels. He's never called me a slut in person before. In emails yes, but to hear him actually say it, well, my body is reacting in many ways, and my confidence has arrived. He's waiting for me to do what I said I would if we got this hour together. I take a deep breath and I do it. I take him by the hand, our first physical contact in many years, I didn't think I'd be able to touch him again. I lead him to the comfy chair in the corner, push him gently down into it and grab at his belt. It quickly comes undone. I am not the only one in a hurry, he pulls at his zip as I reach under his waistband. His cock is already straining, desperate to be released. I oblige, unsure which of us is most grateful as I wrap my hand around it, tugging gently. He moans softly, but I hear it. I kneel between his legs, tugging on his cock, but I know he wants more. I look at him, it's a slight nod, but I see it. I lower my mouth towards him, he takes a sharp intake of breath as I cover his cock with my mouth, my eyes on his as I lick the length of his shaft, soft small licks cover his balls, longer slower licks before devouring him. I close my mouth around him, moving up and down his cock, licking over and under, my hand cupping his balls. My tongue swirls over his head again and again - tasting him, moving with more intensity, up and down his cock. "Look at me, slut" My eyes meet his once more, I can't tell what he is thinking. "Faster." He doesn't have to ask me twice as I increase the speed. I place my hand on the arm of his chair and he grabs my wrist tightly, so tightly. Moans of pleasure are escaping gently from between his lips, I circle his head with my tongue once, twice, three times more before he gasps and his cum shoots into my mouth. There is so much I feel it escape from the corner of my mouth and drip onto my dress, I don't care. I've been thinking about this for such a long time, it is every bit as good as I imagined it to be, and he tastes every bit as good as I hoped he would. He releases my wrist as I slowly, regretfully take his cock out of my mouth. He leans forward, wiping his cum from the corner of my mouth with his index finger which he holds before me. I take it in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around his finger, licking every last drop of his cum - I will not get another chance to taste this after today and I will not waste it. I glance up at the clock, he notices me looking. "Yes, we have 45 minutes left. I do not intend to waste them staring at the clock, slut." He stands, grabs me by the waist and pulls me over to the desk. "Bend over, spread your legs and put your hands flat." I do as he asks - and wait.