3 comments/ 30311 views/ 2 favorites Room 17 By: climberbos My hands were clammy. I hated going to the doctors office for my annual checkup, and I recalled my last visit vividly. The cold office, the flimsy gown, my naked body shivering in the sterile atmosphere of the hospital room. And my doctor, oh my god. That was the problem: she was tall, at least she seemed tall when she stood on those black high heels; and blonde. Danish or Norwegian, Dr. Deehr was her name, with penetrating blue eyes and fair skin, and an attitude. That was what really stuck in my mind. Her attitude of aloofness, professionalism, and power. I could tell she enjoyed being the doctor and treating others as mere patients -- I could sense her desire for power and control. The problem was that my attraction to her was hard to hide in the setting of her office: practically naked, only inches from this woman who was inspecting my body. I sat for what seemed like forever in the lounge -- worrying over the situation, flipping through thumbed issues of Better Homes and Gardens and Seventeen magazine. Somehow all the Car and Drivers and National Geographics were gone, and I was stuck with half naked teens talking about their first kiss and articles on how to choose pillow colors for one's living room. At least it helped get my mind off the appointment. But it only worked so well, and my mind wandered to my worst nightmare. I feared I would get an erection during the check up, that I would somehow not be able to remain calm in the situation, and I reassured myself that the cold room with the medical gear everywhere around me would help reduce my erotic energies enough. The last time I had seen her she had filled out the paperwork at the end, and looking up over her glasses she stared down at me with a bit of a mocking look, and a smirk on one side of her lips, and said, "Stay healthy, and be a good guy until I see you next year." That sent a chill through my spine for some reason, and formed the basis for a string of lurid fantasies for the next couple weeks. I loosened my shoulders and hunched over the magazine distracting myself. Finally my name was called and a nurse walked us down a long, plain hallway to Room 17. "She's busy and in a bad mood," said the nurse. "Just change into the gown, wait, and do what you're told." That sounded ominous, and with that, she opened the door and motioned me to enter, immediately turning away and walking back towards the nurse's station. I reluctantly entered the room, closed the door behind me, and took in the room. It was completely quiet, and it was cool as I had remembered last time. And she was there, opposite me, back to me, writing furiously on a stack of paperwork, so focused I am not sure she even noticed my entrance. I could see her heavy blonde hair over the back of her lab coat, the rims of her glasses, her ears, and her slender legs with black high heels. I watched momentarily as her breath raises and lowered her shoulders slightly, and her hands scribbled aggressively across the pages. I glanced at the room, noticed the gown folded on the examination table, and slowly proceeded to undress. The shirt and pants were easy, but my underwear took a moment to pull down and remove as I had started to form an erection even in the cool, clinical conditions. Completely naked, I put on the gown, rarely taking my eyes off her. I felt a little foolish just standing there, and suddenly she glanced over to me and barked out, "Stand on the scale, I will be right with you." When her head turned I suddenly saw the glint of gold and remembered from last year: the gold chain. She wore a long heavy gold chain (heavy for a woman's chain, but not bulky really), with a large gold heart pendant handing from it. I gulped, as I watched briefly the heart swinging on her lab coat right at the level of her hidden breasts, and I quickly glanced to the wall and some literature on cholesterol that was posted there as blood rushed to my hips. She turned back to her work, and I stepped up on the scale. My 180 pounds didn't lift the arm as the last client must have been very overweight. I stood, back to her. After about two minutes of struggling with my erection that had formed again and faded once more, and the rush of thoughts in my head over this intensely attractive doctor, I heard the papers being shuffled, and the squeak of her chair as she stood. My mind was undressing her, my body was trying to remain calm. Her hand adjusted the scale, weighing me in at 181. "Move to the table," she said, and I did so. I sat, my palms a little sweaty I noticed, and my chest tense. "Deep breaths," she barked out, impatiently. I breathed deeply, and felt the intensely cold stethoscope on my back and chest. My erection was forming again, pushing upwards on the gown and I had to turn my gaze to the door and concentrate to get it to drop. Her breath smelled of coffee and sexuality, and I focused on breathing through my mouth to reduce the scents I was taking in. She looked in my mouth, nose, ears, took my temperature. "Your heart is racing" she said. "Take a couple deep breaths please." I was losing track of what she was doing, now intently focused on her hair, scent, shoulders, and the gold chain swinging invitingly on her chest. I noticed as the needle entered my arm, blood pumping into the vial. I hadn't eaten in hours and I felt a little lightheaded watching my blood pulse. She removed the needle, and let the blood pool momentarily on the wound before placing an extremely tight band-aid on the spot, and moving on. As she lowered herself to tap on my knees, she noticed the tiny wet spot formed on my gown where my penis had left its mark, and the rise of the gown. Her eyes darted away, and she tapped on my knee and asked me to respond to various pressure points on my ankles and feet. "Stand up", she said, and I inched off the table and stood. I was taking in her strong perfume, not floral but acidic, just as her fingers explored my testicles. I was surprised by this, but I guess I shouldn't have been. She ran her thumb and forefinger over each, pressed onto the sides and asked me to cough, testing for hernias. Her hand grazed my cock, semi-filled, hanging to one side, foreskin slightly pulled back, and she let out an almost unnoticeable noise at that exact moment. "Everything working ok sexually?", she asked. I nodded, not making a noise. She nodded back to me. "I notice that your penis is semi-erect and I want to tell you not to worry about that; it is a natural reaction that many of my patients get." I nodded again, not sure of what to say. "Any other issues that deserve attention?", she asked. "No", I stuttered, "nothing that I can think of", even though I had been having some pain in my right shoulder from my workouts. I dared not add to the examination, and was doing my best to just let things settle down so I could get out of there. But my eyes couldn't help but notice her nipples through her gown, and my mind swirled with the possibility that she wasn't wearing a full suit of clothes underneath -- why else could I see her nipples? I forced my gaze upwards, at the same exact moment that she handed me a ridiculously small plastic cup. I looked at it inquisitively. She said, "I need a semen sample from you". At the same moment, her other hand reached out and snapped the lock on the door to the room. "Semen sample?" I asked, not sure what I had just heard. "Yes", she replied, firmly. I took the cup from her hand, and at the same time my gown parted slightly, and we both glanced downward at my semi-flaccid state. I reddened, and gulped. And she turned and walked back to her desk and dove back into the papers she was working with before. A semen sample? My mind was spinning now. Here? In the room? In front of her? Was she out of her mind? I stood in that dazed state for at least a minute, contemplating what had just happened. I felt ridiculous, leaning against the rubberized bed, a cup in my left hand. What was I supposed to do, I asked myself? Masturbate into the cup? My penis drained of blood, so I actually reached down and tried to reinvigorate it, with little success. Then, without looking back, she said, "Masturbate into the cup, and do it now." She was firm in her voice, and it echoed in the small metallic room. I could see this was some sort of game, and I decided to play along. I wasn't afraid of her, even though she was the authority figure here. And I was up for her game, whatever it was. Still, I was a little nervous about the situation, I can admit that. I took a deep breath, and started to stroke myself, slowly re-gaining an erection, watching her back and shoulders and her thin, strong calves. The erection came slowly, filling me up and forming a thickness in my hands that felt good to hold. My mind started to let go and I actually took some pleasure in the absurd situation, my left hand holding a cup the size of a cough syrup lid, my right hand pulling slowly at the base of my heavy cock, my foreskin pulling up and over the glans as it grew in size. My mind's eye saw the chain, the pendant, her breasts heaving in front of me, and I started to stroke a little harder, forgetting the situation. She barked out, "Are we done yet?" And I mumbled a no. It has only been a minute or so. She stood suddenly, surprising me, and turned to me. Her eyes darted from my eyes to my hand holding my cock, back to my eyes. "Not done? What the hell is going on here?", she said, almost in a hysterical scream. She moved quickly over to the table. Her forehead was tensed, her eyes squinted slightly, her cheeks red. I could tell she was teasing me, and that she wanted control of the situation. I went with it. Her seeming anger excited me, and my cock was now throbbing fully, a heavy drop of cum on the tip, my hand stopped to focus on her. "Stroke that silly little thing hard and cum in the cup for me. NOW!", she whispered directly into my ear. The rush of her scent and the air moving across my ear excited me further and I stroked again, hard for her. After twenty strokes or so, with little sign of an orgasm on the horizon, she looked down and shook her head. "Do I have to do this for you, just like draining blood from your arm?", she said, as she pulled my hand away from my penis. "Look at this pathetic little thing", she crowed, as she took the head of the cock between her thumb and forefinger and clamped down hard on the glans. "Ouch!" was my natural response, and the cum on the tip dripped off at the same moment. My heart was racing, and my cock hurt, not terribly, but just enough that I really noticed it. I tried to push her hand away, but she slapped my hand back, and said "Back off!". Suddenly she was stroking the shaft hard. "Ten times you get, and if you don't cum then we have to take stronger measures." Each stroke was hard, pressured, and long, with my cock reaching out for more, my hips naturally moving to her rhythms. But no orgasm arrived, not in those conditions. I watched her eyes staring at it, pulling the semen from it, in a strangely clinical way, like the blood drawing. But her tongue darting over her lips briefly gave away the fact that this was far more than clinical. She was enjoying this, and she needed it. Maybe she had even planned it ahead of time. My mind raced as her strong beautiful hand stroked my shaft. No orgasm. She stopped abruptly, pulled her hand back, and looked into my eyes. "It's getting hot in here", she said. And she tore the gown from my body in one simple motion. I was completely naked to her now. "Cum for me, but warn me so I can collect it in the cup", she said, and she ran both her pointer fingers' nails down my body starting from my shoulders, across my chest, belly, to my hips. She was kneeling now, and as her fingers pressed hard into my hips, she took the glans between her teeth and bit down hard. Again, I winced in pain. Some of the pain was real, some of it was the game I figured. She pulled back, and said, "Stroke it for me again, and cum this time". I had had enough of the game, I decided, and of stroking myself for her. And I changed the rules at that moment when I held the shaft near the base and slapped my cock across her cheek. "Don't ever fucking do that again," was her response. But at the moment that her lips formed the word "again", at that perfect moment in the last syllable which forces your lips apart and your mouth slightly open in inflection, I pushed my cock into her mouth several inches, letting the head fill her mouth, and muffled her anger and the remainder of her sentence. She involuntarily moaned briefly, and when my right hand pulled her hair forward, she began to lash her tongue onto the head, taking in the cum that had again formed, and lapping at the sensitive spot below the glans, and pressing underneath the foreskin 360 degrees around, taking in my flavor and thickness. I was large for her taut mouth, and I said, "Not so pathetic and tiny after all, Dr. Deehr?". She moaned and nodded slightly, enclosing as much of the shaft as she could on my cock, and letting me pump the shaft with my hand. My hand pulled her hair comb out, letting it fall around her ears as she sucked more earnestly. I lifted her up to her feet again, absurdly naked, with my cock wet with her saliva, standing to attention against her lab coat, and her eyes intensely focused on mine as she stood. She smiled, very briefly, letting me know that the game was on still. I reached out and lifted the heavy chain from her neck, pulling her lab coat down to her hips aggressively, revealing a bra and the thin line of her panties. So she was wearing essentially nothing underneath! My cock pulsed upwards, my mind went into overdrive. I pushed her over the table, face down. Holding her back down, I raised her coat, and slapped her butt cheek on each side, hard, once, then again. Her yelp was a mixture of suffering and rapture. "More", she squeaked out. I pulled her panties down, over her shoes in one long movement, and slapped her amazingly tight, smooth cheeks once again, harder this time. The yelp came again, and her legs naturally fell down to the floor, slightly parted with her hips up on the table. I could see her sex, revealed to me. Heavy lips, puffed up embedded in light hair, and a pink opening, with wetness showing. I stroked my cock several times, and realized I had completely lost track of the little cup! Forget it I told myself. That was when I realized the gold chain was in my left hand still, and I opened my fist to observe it. Instinctively, I knew I needed to use this to fuck her somehow. I decided to wrap the chain around the base of my cock, and dangle the heavy pendant below the cock, right in front of my balls. This was easy to do, and it tightened the blood hold on my cock, making it more rigid and tight. The first stroke was ecstasy, and she let out a long slow "fuck" as I entered her. First an inch, then two. Then as I slapped her cheek again, I pushed all eight inches into her, very slowly but firmly. She moaned again. Then she felt the cold heart against her clit! "What the fuck is that?" she asked, turning her head around to see. "That, Dr. Deehr, is your gold pendant wrapped around my cock, with which I am going to fuck you," I said. And I stroked hard into her twice, each time the pendant slapping against her clit. "Oh my god," was all she could manage. "Don't stop," she added. And I began a serious fucking motion with my hips, holding her legs apart to gain access to her. She naturally rose up onto her elbows on the table, and I held her breasts in each hand as I pumped into her. Her neck tightened and her head came up and backwards. I held her head back with one hand, holding a heavy knot of her hair as I fucked her even deeper. I could feel my balls slapping the heart up against her clit from this position, with every stroke, and I could feel her body convulsing in the orgasm that was building up inside her. "How does it feel to have a thick cock fucking the daylights out of you on your own rubber examination table?" I laughed out to her, part in jest and part seriously. I pushed the weight of my left arm on her middle back, pulling up on her head, and slowed my fucking motion. I pushed the heart right up to the clit, and pumped in small strokes, pressing the heart onto her vulnerable spot, over and over, and she finally spilled forth in a giant orgasm. "Fuck!" she screamed, her hips tightening and vibrating, her arms spinning out of control, her breasts pressed down onto the cold plastic, her heart pendant fucking her clit in hard strokes as she came on my cock, the wetness pressing outward onto the shaft, her necklace, and my balls. After a long orgasm, her shuttering slowed, and she slowly came to rest. She pulled her coat back up over her to warm her, and spun on her side on the table, inching upward so that she was mostly resting on the table, her knees tucked in. She smiled up at me, motioned for me to come over to her. I smiled back, and walked over to her side of the table. "I can go," I said. "Shhhhhhhhh," she scolded me, and her mouth took the head of my still hard cock. Resting her head on the mattress, she pulled my hips towards her and let me slowly fill her mouth. She let out a gentle little encouraging sound, and I started to move myself. Her eyes watched the cock and my body moving, and looked up at me on occasion. I watched my shaft in her mouth, intense and erotic, and her breast that still showed, pressed against the mattress, her dark nipple contrasting against her white skin and blonde hair. As I moved, she unwrapped the chain slowly. And wrapped it around my balls right at the point where they attached to my body. She tightened the chain just right, and let the heart hang below, tugging and adding to the motion and tension in my balls. Her right hand held my cock at her mouth, and I continued the motion. She could feel my tension, and she pinched my butt cheek hard with her free hand. I slowed the motion to a standstill, and she knew she had me. I was beyond return, but a long way from my orgasm still somehow. I saw the cup, out of the corner of my eye, and grabbed it, showing it to her. She batted it away with her hand, and I heard it bounce in the corner of the room at the same moment that the head filled with pressure and my first big spurt of cum pulsed into her mouth. She moaned, and licked at it, careful not to over stimulate the head. Her hand stroked hard, but slowly, and the second major pulse came for her, and a third, and soon it was a dozen or more pulses and I was arching my back upwards, one hand on her ear, the other holding her hair, as I filled her mouth with my hot liquid, my sample, my male essence. She smiled, laughed lightly, and pulled me towards her, lifting her head, and licking my semen onto my belly, and chest, and nipples. And finally kissing me hard, our teeth touching, her tongue pressing, my tongue filled with the salty, strong taste, her hands on each side of my head, holding me tightly. She smiled as she kissed, and held my head against hers as we both recovered from our experience together. She smiled, and said, "I am so damn glad I married you! My turn for a fantasy next time, and I can't wait to set it up." We both laughed, and spent the next hour cleaning up, and rearranging the furniture in our spare room to look more like a bedroom and less like a doctor's office. I look forward to her fantasy, and to a long sleep to recover from this one! Room 174 When Jim walked into the hotel room he could feel a forgotten passion spring to life. Being a "paranormal investigator" this was a good sign. Feelings such as this were good indicators that his ghost hunting efforts would be fruitful. Jim was a firefighter by trade, but had become fascinated with the paranormal after hearing stories of a ghost haunting the fire station where he worked. For five years he had been hoping to capture any kind of evidence that the spirit world exists. Videotape, a picture, voice recording, thermal images...something tangible. So far he hadn't captured anything that would prove to his peers, or to himself for that matter, that spirits are real. However, he had a feeling that this night would be different. The Devonshire Hotel built in 1856 was a ghost hunters' dream. The site was reported to have regular paranormal activity from a number of different spirits. Room 174, the room that Jim had checked into for the night, had a particular history that he found to be very intriguing. The room had been the scene of a lover's tragedy. In 1901, Isabelle Denere, the daughter of a wealthy aristocrat, had fallen in love with a young mill worker, Daniel McCoy. Although Daniel was a goodhearted man with the best of intentions, Mr. Denere did not find him suitable for his daughter. In order to keep their romance a secret, they would meet in room 174 of the Devonshire Hotel every evening to indulge in passionate and forbidden pleasures. Local records held that Daniel had been killed in a tragic accident when the mill where he worked caught fire and burned to the ground. Isabelle was so distraught from the loss of her lover that she later committed suicide in that very room. To this day, there have been reports of Isabelle's ghost walking the halls of the Devonshire searching for Daniel. A picture of Isabelle hung on the wall next to the mirror. Jim admired her beauty. It was only a black and white photo, but he still found her attractive, even seductive to a point. Her long brown hair draped over her shoulders stopping just above her full breasts. He thought to himself how fantastic it would be to make love to a woman like that. It was about 11:00pm and Jim was fiddling with his digital camera when he noticed a temperature change in the room."This is good," he thought. It grew even colder, enough that Jim could see his breath. He could sense a presence in the room and a feeling of being watched ensued him. The smell of a woman's perfume filled the air. "Isabelle," he thought. He gathered his composure and walked over to the bed and sat down. "Is there anyone here that would like to talk with me?" he announced. Nothing happened. He waited a few minutes and made one more attempt, "Isabelle, are you here with me now?" He waited again, hoping that this time he would get a response. The already dim lights of the room began to flicker and then went out completely, leaving Jim alone in the dark. He waited in anticipation to see what would happen next. He was about to turn on his flashlight when he felt something caress his cheek. It startled him at first, as it would anyone, but he was professional enough to regain his composure. The caressing continued. He could feel a pair of soft feminine hands move across his face and neck and continue down to his chest. Fear had been replaced by a sense of wonderment. At this point he was even beginning to become slightly aroused. He could feel his cock getting hard and he had to adjust himself to avoid discomfort. Although he could not see, he could feel someone starting to unbutton his shirt. It was done very slowly...one button at time. After the last button was undone his shirt was removed , exposing his muscular chest and arms. A pair of warm lips began to exact soft sensual kisses that started between his pecs and moved lower toward his abdomen. He was almost fully erect when the kissing stopped. Suddenly, Jim felt his hands being pushed to his sides as he was gently coerced back onto the bed. He lay there with his arms outstretched breathing hard with anticipation. He could see his belt being undone and slowly pulled from around his waist. He was breathing harder now. Someone was unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping him. Juices began to drip from his erect shaft as the copper teeth of the zipper gave way to his bulge. "Oh god," he exclaimed. All he could do was submit as his jeans were pulled down past his ankles and removed, leaving him only in his white cotton briefs. He shuddered with anticipation as he felt a pair of hands moving up the inside of his legs toward his manhood. A hand brushed the underside of his scrotum causing him to groan. Skilled fingers found their way around the elastic lining of his briefs and began to pull them off. All he could do was watch as they were slowly removed over his erect shaft, only to be tossed to the floor, leaving him lying naked and vulnerable on the bed. Although he could not see her, he knew that this had to be Isabelle. She consumed his manhood with her mouth causing Jim to moan out load. Her wet tongue fondled his cock while her hands concentrated on his undercarriage. Juices began to run down his shaft and he started to buck his hips, unable to control the intense sensations. Jim was almost at the point of release when Isabelle stopped. He could feel her climb onto the bed and wrap her legs around his midsection. Isabelle's firm ass brushed up against his throbbing cock. He could feel her hot cunt resting on his abdomen. Reaching up, he traced the outline of a woman. His hands cupped her full breasts that encircled a pair of firm nipples. Jim didn't need to see her. He remembered how attractive she was in the photo. As he fondled her breasts he visualized how she would have looked in her physical form. There was nothing more that he wanted to do than to please her the way she had pleased him. He ran his hands down her frame, taking in all he could. At that moment he felt his cock being guided into her hot pursed lips. He moaned loudly as he penetrated Isabelle's cunt. "Oh god!," he exclaimed again. As his cock divided her he swore he heard a slight whimper from Isabelle. Up until now she had remained silent. She began moving up and down, stroking his cock with her celestial labia. It had been so long since she made love to someone. She began to ride him harder now. The smell of Isabelle's perfume was replaced by the scent of passion. Jim was almost to the point of release, but he held back for fear that the experience would come to an end. He could feel Isabelle getting wetter and knew that she must be nearing orgasm, if that was possible. He drove his cock into her deeper. As he did, he felt her thighs tense against his body and he knew she was about to cum. One final thrust sent the two lovers into an intense orgasm.. Jim could feel his shaft become soaked with juices, unsure whether it was from him or Isabelle. After a couple of seconds he felt Isabelle's lips meet his own in a passionate kiss. The lights flickered back on and the room returned to normal. Jim found himself covered in his own juices wondering what had just happened. It was the most intense experience of his life. He cleaned himself in the adjacent bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Was it real or a dream? Either way, he had no physical proof that an encounter ever took place other than an intense sexual experience. Jim continued to make regular visits to the hotel but he never would talk to anyone about his reasons why. Some of the hotel staff have jokingly made claims that he fell in love with a ghost. One thing for sure, whatever takes place in room 174 is between Jim and Isabelle. Room 19B Room 19B: Something Naughty You lean over and kiss my shoulder as I attempt to finish some last minute work on my project. The keyboard taps defiantly against your attempts to gain my attention. Your kisses turn to bites and I let out a little yelp before turning to you and looking into your beautiful eyes. I kiss your forehead. "Will we be putting Mr. Computer away soon?" You lean your head on my shoulder and with your right hand try to pull my fingers from the keyboard. I turn to you to protest but you cover my mouth with you kisses and quietly close down the laptop. "But I need to finish--" I attempt before you kiss me deeper and harder. You shift over my body slightly so that you can put the laptop on the ground and place your body over mine. As I stop focusing on the computer and allow myself to be immersed in your kisses, I notice your hard-on pressed against my body and moan a little. You finally pull away and grin down at me. "It's been a long time. You've been away and I've been busy. I miss enjoying our time together." I smile stupidly like I've won a million dollars and touch your chest. "That's true...you haven't tossed my cookies in quite a while and I think I probably need the release." You smile and slip a hand up my shirt. As your fingers tease at my nipples I let out a little sigh and touch your face. I watch you a little as you lean forward, and exposing my breast, take a nipple into your mouth. Then I stop you, "No...I want to play a little game." You stop and look at me, resting your head on my chest, your hands brushing against my sides. "What kind of game, J?" You ask. "Hmm...How about a game of domination?" "Really?" You grin, and your teeth glint menacingly in the light. "Yes, but not tonight. It will take a bit of planning...but you'll see." I smile before sticking my hand down your pants and stroking your hard cock. "You'll see." The next morning, you wake to find that I have already left for work and there is nothing left of our lovemaking except for the tousled covers and your equally tousled hair. You get up and get dressed and midway through preening in front of the mirror, you notice a note I have left tucked in the frame. The envelope contains a hotel room card and a note which reads: We're going to play a little game. I am checked into room 19B at the Paramount Hotel. I will be at the bar on 2nd and Washington wearing a red dress (the short one you like). But I don't know you and you don't know me. So let's have a little game of...well we'll see what you do to me. You grin and tuck the envelope into your briefcase before heading out. This was going to be an interesting night. You have thought about the note most of the day and it hasn't slipped your mind now that you have found yourself at the bar mentioned in the note. You enter quietly and take a seat a few stools away. I'm talking to another man when I receive a drink and the bartender tells me it came from you. I smile awkwardly and wave you over to sit next to me. We begin talking, like we had never met before, and get along really well. At one point you touch my face and at another time, my arm. I smile and get even closer to you (is it the alcohol or the man?). Then I mention that I have to run a few errands before getting back to my hotel room. You nod and see me off. I walk away, please and charmed. As I had instructed you follow me as I go about my errands, a stop at the Office Max for supplies, a deposit at the bank and a quick and private purchase at Spartacus. Finally I arrive at the hotel room but stop downstairs to get a wakeup call. While I talk to the desk clerk, you head upstairs to my room and let yourself in. In the darkness of the room, you find someplace to hide--the bedroom closet. "Welcome home," I say to no one in particular as I enter the room and remove my jacket. I turn on one of the lamps and take off my earrings. You can hear me shifting on my way to the bedroom and as my bangles clink against the doorknob. Through the slats you can see my body partially lit by the light from another room. I start unbuttoning my blouse and toss it on the bed. It is later accompanied by my pantyhose and skirt. I stand briefly before the mirror naked as I, and you in the closet, admire my naked body. I stretch before lying down on the bed and feeling the air around my naked body. In the closet you are becoming very turned on by this vision of me naked, unaware that you are watching me. You adjust your stiffening member but don't remove your hand. On the bed, you can see my fingers touching my body. My right hand toys with a nipple while the other finds its way to my pussy. I moan a little as my fingers find their way into my wetness. "Fuck," you mumble to yourself as your hand begins stroking at your hard cock as you watch me. I lift my head a little. Genuinely startled I wonder what is going on. "Hello?" I reach for my robe and pull it quickly on before going towards the closet and opening it quickly. There is nothing inside but as I turn away, you place your hand over my mouth. "Don't make a single noise." You turn me to face you. My eyes are full of shock and terror and you are turned on more than ever. I nod my head and you remove your hand from my mouth. "Take off that robe." you demand and I do as told, letting the soft fabric fall from my body onto the floor in a puddle of silk. Keeping your eyes on me, you run a finger around my erect nipples before tracing a line down my stomach to my wet pussy. I look at you. You lead me back towards the bed and instruct me to sit down. You unzip your pants and remove your cock. I try to hide my excitement as your erect cock stands inches from my face. "Now don't bite," you say before taking my head in your hands and guiding my mouth to your cock. In minutes you dick is engulfed in my warm mouth and you begin to fuck at my mouth as I suck at you eagerly. I look up at you and in the half light I can see your eyes are closed and you are enjoying every bit of this. I close my eyes and concentrate harder on sucking your cock. After a few minutes you pull me away and make me stand up with my back to you. "Bend over." I lean over the bed, my hands supporting my body. You run your hands along my back before squeezing my buttocks and lubing your hard cock in my juices. You place the tip of your dick at the entrance of my pussy and holding my shoulders lightly, shove into me. I moan upon your penetration. You continue harder, your hands cupping my breasts and pulling me forcefully against you. My eyes are closed as we fuck and wave after wave of pleasure sweeps over me. "Oh god," I say softly. You stop and look at me. "What did you say?" You turn me to completely face you. I shake my head "no" but you know that I said something. "I said to not make a noise. So we will punish you." You get up and get something. When you come back you have a tube of Astroglide in your hands. You squeeze some into your hands and rub it into my asshole (gawd that sounds vulgar). "Finally going to break you in," you whisper to me softly before pressing your cock into my ass and I feel you inside of me. At the same time you insert the other object you had brought back with him, a dildo, into my pussy. I moan and you cover my mouth with your hand. The fucking gets rougher as I can feel both your cock and the dildo entering me again and again. I can't hold back the moans and you eventually forget about covering my mouth. Holding onto my hips you pull me against you as we fuck harder and faster. Faster and harder. "Oh, God. Fuck me harder." I scream and you continue, pumping your dick into me as I moan from sheer ecstasy. "Oh god I'm going to cum," you whisper and I moan. "Oh, cum in me. I want you to cum in me." The fucking gets rougher and louder and for a short while we couldn't care what our neighbors thought. I moan. I can feel it building in me. I am going to cum. With a few last thrusts the feeling overwhelms us both and we both collapse exhausted and spent. After catching my breath and my heartbeat had finally slowed to normal, I turn to you and smile. "So was that good?" I ask. "Yes. Very, very good." I kiss your forehead and lead you to the shower. "Well how about we wash up and get a nice bit of after sex sleep?" "Sounds good to me," You grin and kiss my neck. "Good." Room 202 The storm blew into St. Louis in just a matter of minutes, wind, rain and hail blanketing the area at about 2 p.m. local. While the visual effects were over before the evening news, the last effects, especially for travelers like Brenda, would take days to sort out. "What do you mean I can't get to Chicago until tomorrow," Brenda asked as she stood at the customer service counter, her thick ass and thighs radiating sex in sheer pantyhose under s smart, black pinstripe skirt-suit and matching jacket. "I need to be in Chicago tonight." The customer service rep apologized and explained the issues the storm had called across the country. Brenda resented the rep as much for her perky b-cup tits, perfect blonde hair and small waistlines as for the bad news she delivered. Sure, Brenda's own 36d breasts had held up over time and looked great on a woman of 48, but to the casual observer, this little b-cup was the more appealing choice. The rep explained how the airlines had arranged for all of their "diverted" customers to stay at a local hotel, free of charge, until they could get a flight out in the morning. "I don't need a hotel room, I need a flight to Chicago," Brenda said. She grabbed the hotel information and headed toward the shuttle bus. Her six-inch, black heels drew the attention of her male travelers as she walked through the terminal. On the shuttle to the hotel she phoned her husband, a retired executive from the electric company 12 years her senior, who had taken up watching TV and drinking beer as his favorite retirement activities. She explained the situation and told him she would be home as soon as she could. He didn't seem to mind. Truth be told, Ted made enough money through his pension to allow Brenda to retire. They had talked about it on several occasions but Brenda loved her work, she loved traveling to different cities and couldn't stand the thought of sitting home every day watching TV with her couch potato husband. The shuttle arrived at the hotel, Brenda checked in at the desk and made her way to room 204. The room was simply, one bed, small couch, coffee table, arm chair, TV on the dresser, an awful picture of a covered bridge hanging on the wall and a dreadful comforter on the bed. It wasn't the type of room she would have chosen herself, but, she wasn't paying for it, so what the hell. She slide off her heels and savored the way her pantyhose covered feet felt against the carpet, she slide them back and forth several times, Brenda let her hair down, unbuttoned her suit jacket and flung it over the back of the arm chair. Her full breasts pressed against the white sleeveless blouse underneath. She unbuttoned the blouse slowly, contemplating for a moment whether to stay in her work attire or change before flinging the blouse next to the jacket. She wore a white bra, nothing fancy, nothing sexy. The hooks were in back and she popped them and let her 36d breasts be freed from a day of confinement. She slowly and gently rubbed the red marks caused by the underwire on the bottoms of each breast. Out of nowhere she heard a series of bangs on the wall from the room next door. As quickly as they appeared they vanished and Brenda assumed someone had just banged into the wall. The rubbing eased some of the pain caused by the underwire. Brenda's breasts were large and sagged more than they used to. Her nipples were average diameter, but protruded nicely outward and maintained a fair color. Brenda and Ted never had children and her nipples were proof of it. She had seen her sister's nipples following child birth and was selfishly thankful her nipples did not grow and darken like her sister's. Neither Brenda nor her husband ever wanted children in the first place, but petite nipples and a tight pussy were bonuses for her. The massaging of her breasts had gotten Brenda moist. There was something about hotel rooms that always made her horny. It was one of the reasons she traveled so much. She didn't know if it was the memory of her and Ted fucking in hotels on trips they once took or the total privacy the room offered. Either way, Brenda got wet every time she checked into a new hotel room. She unbuttoned her skirt, letting in fall to the floor, exposing her full, dark bush through her sheer pantyhose. She never wore panties with pantyhose. She rubbed her hand over her wet pussy and shook at the feeling. She made her way to the bed, closed her eyes and began running her soft hands over her breasts, legs and pussy. She raised herself up at the hips and rubbed her ass, she loved the way her hands felt on pantyhose-covered flesh. The crotch of her pantyhose was soaked now with moist sex. She rubbed her bush and between her legs with increasing pressure and speed. She thought about the vigor with which Ted used to fuck her. How he would drive his big cock into her dripping wet pussy. How he would look down into her eyes as she sucked him and swallowed. But that was ages ago. Now she was forced to masturbate in the shower while he watched TV. It has been months since anyone but herself had made her cum. Brenda prepared to rip the crotch of her pantyhose open to get to her throbbing clit when the banging, this time accompanied by hooting and hollering, returned. She was furious. Brenda got up, buttoned up her suit jacket, slide on her skirt and headed out the door, which closed with a slam. "First my fucking flight gets cancelled, then I get stuck in this fucking hotel and now this," she said under her breathe as she walked toward room 202. She pounded her fist on the door. A younger man opened it. He was mid 20s, tall, athletic build, 6'4, maybe 180 pounds, muscular, baby blue eyes and brown hair. He wore a Northwestern Football T-shirt and matching mesh shorts. His appearance made it difficult for Brenda to maintain her rage. Inside the room, sitting on the couch and watching TV was an older man, mid 40s, wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt. He was not as lean as the younger man, but attractive. "I'm sorry, I know we are being too loud," the younger man said before Brenda could speak. He glanced down at her cleavage as they spoke. "We got a little carried away watching the game over here, it won't happen again." Brenda was still furious, but accepted his apology. "If you could just keep it down a little, that would be great," she said in a calm tone. The older man rose and walked toward the door. "I have had a hell of a day and just need to relax." "We completely understand," the older man said, no standing beside his younger friend. "Was your flight cancelled as well?" She nodded. "Us too. Where were you headed?" She told them Chicago and they explained that they too were headed to the windy city. Jason, the younger man, played college football at Northwestern and was returning home from visiting family. Mark, the older man, was traveling for business when he saw Jason's shirt. As alumni of Northwestern, they got to talking and decided to have a few beers and watch some baseball. "Care to join us for a drink?" Mark asked. Brenda did not make it a habit of going into hotel rooms with stranger men, but she seemed nice enough and she needed one bad. "I don't usually drink with strangers, but after today's mess, I need one," she said as she walked in, her pantyhose covered feet sliding along the floor. Jason got her a cold beer and she joined introduced herself. Brenda joined Mark on the couch and noticed Jason peeking up her skirt as she sat down. She looked over at him and could see what looked like a faint outline of his young, soft cock through his thin mesh shorts. "Do you watch much baseball?" "I do. My husband loves it, unfortunately, so most nights I am stuck watching it most nights." Mark commented how he wished his wife would watch baseball with him. Brenda sipped her beer. Judging by the amount of empty cans in the trash, she had a lot of catching up to do. "It's not a terrible way to spend an evening, but I can think of a lot more fun activities," she said. Her pussy and pantyhose were still moist with her sex. With each sip of beer Mark took she could feel his eyes wandering to her cleavage. Brenda glanced down at his crotch, but the khaki shorts were too thick to make out an outline of his cock. She looked over at Jason again and was sure she was seeing the shape of his beautiful cock. The three of them watched the game, drank and talked about wives, husbands, work, school, girlfriends and the joys of air travel. The game ended an hour or so later and all three were pretty buzzed. Brenda was having fun and hoped the night wouldn't end here. Mark excused himself to use the restroom and Brenda, consumed by horniness and fueled by the need to cum, uncrossed her legs and opened them slightly. She hoped Jason would take the bait. He did. She watched as he tiled his head and tried to get a clear look up her skirt, no doubt looking to see if she was wearing panties. Instead of looking away, she starred at his eyes, waiting for him to look up. They made eye contact. "I'm not wearing any." "huh," he said, stumbling over his words. "I wasn't trying to... I'm sorry. "Please, don't be sorry. I am flattered," she said. "But if you are looking to see my panties, I'm not wearing any." Excitement ran through is body. "Are you?" she asked. He shuttered. "I have been checking you out all night and I swear I can see the outline of your cock through those shorts," she said as she stood up and talked to the edge of the bed. Jason was lying on his side, resting on one arm, facing her. "Can I check?" Brenda didn't wait for an answer. She ran her hands from his knee, over his solid inner thigh and up to his crotch, making contact with Jason's long, soft, thick cock. "Ummm, I knew you weren't." "I never do." "Me either," she whispered. She stood next to him and massaged his cock slowly, rubbing his closely trimmed balls and thick, semi-hard cock. It was as long as she though and felt like it would grow to be as thick as her wrist. Mark emerged from the bathroom and started speaking before turning the corner into the room. "So, what do you guys want to do now..." the sight of Brenda's hand up his friend's shorts, clearly playing with his cock stopped him in his tracks. His cock hardened immediately. Mark had been eyeing Jason's bulge since before Brenda showed up and hoped the night would go down this road. Brenda turned to look at Mark, her hand still massaging Jason's cock. "Well, I was going to suck Jason's cock, then I thought I would suck yours and then we could go from there," she said with a devilish smile. Unless you have an objection?" To Brenda's surprise Mark said he had one objection. "I want to help you suck his cock," Mark said with a smile. Brenda smile widely and felt Jason's cock jump. He fell onto his back and didn't say a word. He slid off his shirt, his chest, shoulders, arms and abs were more defined then Brenda imaged. He looked like a statue. She slide off is shorts and his younger hard, 8 inch cock sprung to attention. Brenda was right. It was thick with a big strong mushroom head. She licked her lips. Mark walked up behind Brenda and pressed his still covered hard cock against her ass and reached around her to massage her tits. He unbuttoned her jacket and it fell to the floor. "Your tits are amazing." making her drip more sex. She got onto the bed on all fours and adjusted herself between Jason's legs, his young cock starring her in the face. Brenda slowly licked Jason from his right knee, up his inner thigh, across his taint and down his left inner thigh to his left knee. "Oh yes," he moaned. Mark stood at the foot of the bed, now undressed and rubbing his hard cock all over Brenda's pantyhose covered feet and legs. From the feel of his cock on her she took it to be 6-7 inches and thick. She licked Jason again, up his inner thigh to his taint, this time she licked up his balls and long, thick shaft slowly. She flicked the underside of his mushroom head several times before slide her tongue off the tip of his quivering cock. Jason's whole body quivered. He wanted Brenda to take all of him into her mouth, but loved the anticipation of teasing. Behind her, Mark was rubbing his hard cock all over her feet and legs, using the area between the back of her knee and her legs to stroke his cock. Brenda rubbed Jason's balls with one hand, licked his cock in long, slow strokes with her tongue and reached backward to play with Mark's cock. It was smaller than Jason's, but very thick and he had a nice patch of pubic hair to match her own bush. She stroked Jason's cock a few more times before finally putting him out of his misery and taking his head into her mouth. Brenda sucked on his big head hard, sucking and licking with her tongue and jerking him with her free hand. Mark moved up on Brenda's body and was rubbing his hard cock all over her ass, precum getting onto the pantyhose. She wiggled her ass against his cock. Brenda worked her mouth up and down on Jason's cock as Mark pulled her pantyhose off. He got low on the bed and licked the back of her thighs. With each lick she sucked Jason harder. Mark made his way to her dripping wet, hairy pussy. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and opened her ass, taking long, wet, licks from her pussy to her asshole. Brenda quivered in ecstasy. She pressed her ass against Mark and sucked Jason's cock. Finally, she turned and told Mark she wanted to see him suck Jason. Brenda moved next to the younger man and offered her nipples for sucking. Jason sucked and nibbled them like a baby looking for milk. Mark didn't hesitate; he knelt between Jason's legs and took all of him in his mouth, sliding up and down on his hard cock. Brenda moved behind the still sucking Mark and rubbed her bit tits all over his ass. She reached under him and massaged his balls, found his cock and started stroking it. Mark sucked with more vigor each time she stroked. She put her hands on his ass cheeks, and to return the favor, buried her tongue into his ass, reaching around and stroking his cock at the same time. Mark let out a groan. "Oh fuck that feels good." Brenda tongued Mark's ass for several minutes before getting on all fours next to both men. "Which one of you is going to fuck my pussy and which one is going to fuck my mouth?" Brenda secretly hoped Jason and his long cock would fuck her. She was pleasantly surprised when he volunteered. Mark lay before her and she went after his cock like a maniac. Licking, sucking and jerking it faster and faster. Jason got behind her and rubbed his long, thick cock all over her ass and dripping pussy, teasing her by pushing just the head in and pulling it out. She pushed back against him, praying he would violate her. Jason couldn't hold out any longer and plowed into her mature hole hard and deep. He grabbed her wide hips and thrust his cock into her again and again and again. It has been so long since Brenda had been fucked she moaned and groaned with pleasure, sucking Mark hard and harder with each thrust. Brenda's orgasm came hard and fast. Out of nowhere she felt the rush move over her and pulled off of Mark's cock and screamed. "Oh God, yes. I'm cumming. Fuck me. Fuck me, I'm cumming." Brenda cam with her head down and eyes closed, not realizing how hard and fast she was jerking Mark's cock. "I'm gonna cum," he shouted, excited by the sight of Brenda cumming. Brenda opened her eyes and looked up and got a faceful of his hot, sticky cum. She sucked his dry and swallowed every drop that dripped into her mouth. Behind her, Jason was overtaken by the excitement and pumped a few more times, Brenda thrusting back against him. "I'm gonna cum," he proclaimed. "Cum in my pussy," she said, Mark's cock still in her mouth, his cum on her face. Jason exploded a load into her mature pussy, throwing Brenda into a second organism. She screamed again as he pumped her a few time for good measure. Jason lay next to Mark. Brenda gave each of their cocks a few more licks and sucks for good measure. "I sure am glad my flight was cancelled," she said. Room 209 Room 209. Tonight. 8:00pm That's all that the note said. Nothing else. There didn't have to be. You knew what hotel - the one near the old movie theater. No name on the card because you knew who would be there waiting - me, Sue. Your cock stirs just thinking about me, wondering what I will have in store for you tonight. Promptly at 8pm, just as you raise your hand to knock on he door, it opens. Looking in you don't see me but walk into the room anyway. I close door after your inside and set the lock. You smile as you slowly turn around. "Good evening Anthony. I'm so glad you didn't keep me waiting." I say as I walk into the light out of the corner by the door. Your mouth falls opens seeing me, you've never seen me like this. I'm wearing an emerald green leather corset with black ties that pushes my breasts up high barely covering the nipples. My black 4 inch leather boots that come to the middle of my thigh shine so brightly you can see your reflection. "I'll never keep you waiting Sue. I seem to be overdressed, maybe you would like to help me undress?" Giving me your sexy smile you take a step toward me and I shake my head stopping you. "No, I don't think so. Not tonight. You will undress yourself and lay on the bed. And you will do it NOW." I push you back onto the bed. Your shocked by this as I've never been this force full before. As you stare into my eyes you begin to undress yourself, slowly. I wait until your shirt is off, then you feel the sting of my whip as it hits your arm. The surprised look on your face is priceless. You never even saw the whip in my hand. Stunned you look at me with wonder in your eyes. "I said NOW! Don't keep me waiting or do you want to be punished?" As I ask this I slap your other arm with the whip. It stings but doesn't leave any marks. You get undressed in record time and lay back on the bed. Crawling up on the bed, I straddle you leaning down to kiss you and rubbing my breasts in your face. You love my breasts, can never seem to get enough of them. Running my hands up your left arm leaning forward and placing it in the restraint I have on the corner of the bed. Quickly I do the right arm and jump off of you, standing beside the bed. "O.K. Sue. Very funny. That's enough. You can untie me now." I shake my head at you. "Sue, I said untie me. Now. Or Else." I laugh. "No. I will untie you when I say so, not you. No matter how much you beg." I go to the foot of the bed and slip each foot through a restraint. You try to resit me, but I'm able to get the ankle restraints on. I can see you're starting to get a little worried. "Don't worry Anthony. I promise you will enjoy tonight. Trust me." You watch me as I walk over the the table in the room picking up something in my hand. Not being able to see what it is, you nervously ask, "Sue, what are you doing? Look woman,I said you better untie me." You're pulling on your restraints but realize the harder you pull the tighter they get. I come back to the bed and crawl between your legs. Taking your cock in one hand I lick from base to tip, spitting on it I take it into my mouth. I pull my mouth off of you and sit between your legs showing you what I have in my hand. "This, is your cock ring for tonight. And you will wear it until I take it off." I place the cock ring over you working it all the way to the base. Then I press a button. You start to feel the low vibrations around your cock making you get harder and thicker than you have ever been. Next I take the lube that I brought over with me and spread it on my finger. I take you into my mouth once again while slowly playing with your rectum. You start to moan as I begin to push my finger into you. Taking you deeper in my mouth at the same time. You're moaning and trying to move, but you can't go anywhere with the restraints on. I start to finger fuck you as I'm sucking your cock. I love the taste of you. Sucking you and playing with your ass turns me on like nothing else. I pull you out of my mouth and start to stroke you with one hand. Never stopping from finger fucking you, I start sucking on your balls. By now you're moaning your approval of my oral pleasure of you. Moving back up I take you back into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around your cock head before I take you in my mouth. My pussy is soaking when you start to move your hips, trying to fuck my face but I stop. I take my finger out of you and sit up. I lightly slap your hard cock. "Bad boy! You don't get to fuck my face." I stand next to the bed and take my boots off. "Baby, please! I'll do anything. Just untie me. My God, you're so fucking sexy sucking my cock. I can't stand it not being able to touch you. Please let me fuck you. I need to cum in your pussy so bad." I just watch you begging me to let you cum. "No, Anthony. I'm the one who gets to cum not you. And you're gonna make me cum." I get back on the bed and sit on your face. I grab your hair and grind my soaking wet pussy on your face. "Lick my pussy. Make me cum all over your face. Tongue fuck my pussy. And don't you dare fucking cum." You start licking my pussy of it's sweet nectar. Sucking my clit as if your life depends on it. Reaching up I start pulling on my breasts, reaching the nipples twisting them as I start to pant. "That's it lover boy. Suck me, lick me. You better swallow that pussy juice before you drown in it." I look down into your eyes as I say this. With you watching me I take my nipple into my mouth and suck on it, knowing how much you love to see me do this. You stick your tongue in me as far as you can, in and out giving me the best tongue fuck of my life. "YES!! YES!! Eat that pussy, lover boy." I throw my head back, pulling tightly on my breasts. "SOOOO CLOSE!! I'M GONNA CUM! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! I'M....CUMMMINGGGGGG!!!!" As you feel me start to cum you keep up the frenzy pace of licking and sucking my pussy. You slow down as I calm down from my orgasm. Nibbling on my pussy lips. Lightly biting them with your teeth. I ease off of your face and lay next to you. Reaching up I kiss you,tasting myself on you. Smiling at you I say, "That was the best you've ever eaten me, Anthony. I came so much." Reaching down I stroke your hard cock and massage your balls. I can feel how badly you want to cum. "How about you untie me and I'll show you what else I'm good at? Show you how good I can fuck your pussy with my cock." Stroking your extremely hard thick cock, I look lovingly into your eyes. "No." I get up, facing you and straddle you. Holding your cock in one hand I guide it into my wet pussy. Moaning as it fills me up I hear you moan and look at your face. Your watching your cock disappear inside me. I take all of you until I can feel the small vibrator on the cock ring humming on my clit. Your hard cock fills me completely. Leaning over you I shove one of my breasts in your mouth. "Suck my tit. Suck it hard." I start to ride you, moving my pussy up and down your hard, thick cock. Up slowly then down hard, pushing you deeply into me. Pulling my tit out of your mouth you moan stretching your head trying to get to my nipple flicking your tongue for one last taste. I keep riding you harder & faster. "Oh, fuck. You look so hot riding my cock. Ride me baby. Ride me hard. That's it, make them titties bounce." You start to thrust your hips up as I'm slamming my pussy down on your engorged cock. My nails scoring your chest. "Yessss!! Oh baby. Ride that cock. I'm close. I'm gonna cum in your pussy." Hearing you say this I stop and jump off of you. Grabbing you balls I squeeze stopping you from cumming. "You cum when I tell you and not before then. I'm not finished with you yet." I walk over to the table and come back with a new toy in my hand. "Sue, baby, honey, please I'm dying here. Let me cum. Please let me cum. I've never been so hard, so ready to cum in my life." You're begging just makes me smile. I show you the prostrate vibrator I have in my hand, lubing it up slowing. Smiling I turn it on and slowing insert it into you. I know how much you love this. I ease it back out then back in all the way. You're moaning, "oh fuck, fuck" over and over as I ease the cock ring off of you. I slap your cock getting your attention. You look up at me as I ease my pussy back onto your throbbing cock. "Listen up lover boy. I'm gonna ride this cock until I cum. You will NOT cum until I do. Do you understand? If you cum before I do....well let's just say you may not like the other toys I've brought with me." "I can't hold back long. I'm about to bust." "Then I suggest you make me cum. Fast. And before you ask, no I will not untie you. Not until I'm done with you." I start to ride you. Up and down. Up and down. Reaching back with one hand I massage your balls as I ride you hard. My other hand is squeezing my one of my tits. Letting go of your cum filled sacs I lean over and offer up my breasts to you. You take a nipple into your mouth. Pulling it with your teeth. Biting my nipple as you thrust your hips matching my rhythm. "That's it lover. Bite me. Now suck that nipple. Suck it hard. Harder you fucker." Taking my nipple out of you mouth I sit back up, placing my hands on your lower chest to balance myself better. Picking up the pace I'm riding your cock harder than I've ever ridden it before. "Yeah baby, ride that cock with your pussy. Fuck your pussy with my cock. You love my cock don't you baby. Love how my hard cock makes your pussy feels." You know how much I love it when you talk to me like this. How no matter how wet I am, it makes me wetter. Makes me want to cum and cum hard. "Fuck me lover. Don't stop. Fuck me with that hard cock. I'm gonna cum all over your cock. So close." "Cum on my cock baby. Cum on my cock so I can cum in your pussy. I can't hold back much longer. Please baby let me cum in your pussy." I'm grinding my pussy on you. So close to my own orgasm. You see my eyes start to glaze over, feel my pussy clamping down on your hard cock deep in my pussy. My orgasm hits me, "OOOHHHH YESSS!! YESSS!! NOW FUCKING CUM NOW!!!" I feel you start to cum in me. I hear you roar as you slam your hips into me trying to get even deeper in me. Squirt after squirt after squirt of your warm cum exploding deep in my pussy. My pussy milking every last drop out of you. Exhausted I collapse onto you chest. Both of us breathing hard, trying to catch our breath. Trying to get much needed oxygen back into our lungs. After a couple of minutes I sluggishly twist around and pull the prostrate vibrator out, dropping it onto the bed. I reach over and untie first your left foot then your right. Turning back around I untie your hands and then lay down next to you. Shyly I look up at you since you haven't said anything as of yet. Thinking I may have pushed things a little to far this time. Your face tells me nothing. Your breathing is almost back to normal & your eyes are closed, but you're not asleep. "Anthony?" You can hear the uncertainty in my voice. The nervousness. I'm a little scared at how you will react now that the restraints are off. I've never pushed you this far before. All at once you lunge at me, pinning me underneath you. I look into your eye and see nothing but red, hot passion. "That. Was. Fucking. Amazing." I feel all your passion as you kiss me, your tongue laying claim to my mouth as much as it laid claim to my pussy earlier. "So, I take it you liked me being in control." Smiling, I enjoy your kisses. You're kissing my neck and that special place behind my ear. I feel your cock start to stir against my stomach. I'm thinking you'll make slow passionate love to me now. "Yes, I did. Now...let's see how you like it." I look at you and start to move only then realizing that you have restrained my wrists. You ease off of me quickly restraining my legs. "Now Anthony. I did that for your own good. You need to let me up." "And this is for your own good. You need to understand there are consequences for your actions. Let's see just what all you have on this table." Walking over his looks over the array of toys I've brought. The whips, vibrators, butt plugs. I see him pick up the one we call Big Ben, a 10 inch vibrator with clit and anal stimulator. I'm wondering why I even brought that one. We haven't used it yet since I've been too scared use it. You reach for the lube as you climb onto the bed with me. I hear the hum as you turn Big Ben on. You look into my eyes as you move Big Ben closer to my pussy. "Now YOU'RE not to cum until I tell you to..."