2 comments/ 27829 views/ 3 favorites Taking Control By: each_to_each I waited in the hotel bar, full of anticipation. James would arrive any minute to whisk me into his room and spend the rest of the night paying attention to my every need. There was a tremendous chemistry between the two of us, and although we'd never gone out, we had sex every chance we could. When we were at university together, that was a lot, and it meant he became adept at identifying my desires, at knowing which gasp meant "go faster" and which one meant "slow down", when I wanted tenderness and when I wanted strength. Since then, however, we'd moved apart -- I went to London for my career, while his took him to Berlin -- and the occasions we were together were far fewer, and more precious. He'd called me recently to let me know he'd be back for a few days. We made plans for his first evening back; his plane would have touched down a couple of hours previously, and here I was, waiting for him to get to his hotel. I'd spent all day unable to think of anything other than the evening, remembering previous trysts, and the way his skilful tongue could tease me to the edge, and wondering whether we'd have a slow few hours of passionate lovemaking, or if he'd wordlessly take me to his room, turn me round, bend me over, hitch up my skirt, and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. As I shifted in my seat, I could feel how wet I had become. Crossing my legs sent pangs of desire shooting through my body. I didn't want to wait another second for him. So where was he? I checked my watch and saw, to my dismay, he was now half an hour late. I'd sent a text that had gone unanswered, and now I picked up my phone again and called him. "Hi, this is James, I'm not here at the moment, but if you leave a message..." Had he forgotten? I felt sure he hadn't; I knew he loved our meetings as much as I did. Maybe his plane was late -- but how late? I needed a release. I needed him to walk into that bar now. Somebody did walk in then, and I looked up quickly. It wasn't James -- my heart sank -- but I continued to watch the stranger. He was alone, and sat at the bar, ordering a drink. I watched his lips touch his glass and suddenly, my mind was filled with images of those same lips on my body, hesitant kisses becoming hungrier. His eyes scanned the room and met mine for a fleeting moment. I felt certain he must be able to tell how aroused I was. Still no James. Without thinking it through too much, I made a decision: I was going to fuck this stranger. My glass empty, I rose and headed over to the bar. I ordered a gin and tonic, then turned my head to smile. "Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked. I saw his eyes flick quickly down my body. "Not at all," he responded. "I'd love some company." "I'm Laura," I said. "Will," he replied. He shook my hand formally; the touch of his skin made me crave his naked body against mine. We chatted for several minutes. He was smart, engaging and funny. He told me he was in London for work, though he was normally based in Bristol, and he was having a drink after a long day. He was flirtatious, certainly, and I could tell from the way that he looked at me that he found me attractive, but I sensed that if I was to wait for him to make the first move, it would be another few hours before he would work up the courage -- and I didn't want to wait another few hours. I was going to have to take control. As I crossed my legs, I allowed my skirt to ride up a little so the lace at the top of my stockings became visible. Will looked down, then away very quickly. I saw him bite his lip, holding back, but wanting to look again. He continued telling my about a film he'd seen on the weekend. While he was talking, I took his hand and placed it firmly on my knee. He stopped mid-sentence, startled, and looked at me. "Keep talking," I said. He raised an eyebrow but he didn't remove his hand. He continued with his story, though a little less assuredly, as if he was having trouble concentrating. I leaned in closer to him. "Keep talking," I repeated, "but I want you to move your hand up my leg." There was music on in the bar, and the hubbub of people talking, but all the same, he looked around the room to see if anybody had heard me. "Just do what I say," I told him. "I saw you looking at my stockings. I know you liked them. I know you want to fuck me. Do what I say and I might let you." He slid his hand up my leg, pausing at my thigh and tracing where the lace of my stockings met my skin. "You're beautiful," he murmured. "I know," I told him. "I can tell by how hard you are." It was true -- his trousers were doing little to conceal his erection, which had sprung up the second his hand had touched my stockinged leg. "Find out how wet I am," I commanded. He started breathing harder as he felt his way up. He reached my knickers, which were already soaked through, and he tried to stifle a moan of desire. "Put a finger inside me." I sat with my legs a little wider apart as he eased my knickers to one side. He drew a finger over my clit, making me shiver with desire, then, as I had instructed him, gently pushed it into my cunt. "You are wet," he whispered. I nodded. "Another finger. And fuck me with them." He obeyed, two fingers now rhythmically pushing into me. It felt amazing; my whole body tingled. My back was to the rest of the bar, and the barman was down the other end, so I was fairly sure nobody knew what was going on, but the knowledge that I was in a room with so many other people while a man I just met played with my pussy was making me even more turned on. Will started thrusting harder. I gripped the edge of the bar with my left hand. "Can I play with your clit too?" he asked quietly. "Mmm," I consented. "Make me come and maybe I'll reward you afterwards." Still fucking me with his fingers, his thumb flicked over my clit. My body responded instantly, and I rocked gently forwards, encouraging him to go deeper. I was already incredibly aroused, and the twin sensations of his fingers inside me and his thumb massaging my clit brought me quickly to the edge of orgasm. "Harder. Harder. Yes. Yes." An orgasm rippled through me, wave after wave of pleasure spreading through my entire body. It was extremely difficult to avoid making any noise, let alone the screams of ecstasy I wanted to. I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes as I felt myself spasm around Will's fingers. When I opened them again, I saw was how much Will's cock was straining at his trousers. I wanted to unzip his flies and use his cock right there, but that was a bit much, even for me. "What's your room number?" I asked. "348." "Take me there." I followed him to the lift. When the doors closed behind us, he moved to embrace me. "Wait," I said. "I haven't told you to kiss me yet." I saw the disappointment in his eyes. "You can still taste me, though. Lick your fingers." He smiled as he raised his fingers, still slick with my wetness, to his lips, and sucked them clean. The lift reached his floor, and he led me to his room. He fumbled with the keycard and opened the door. "Now kiss me," I told him, and he eagerly obeyed, pulling me towards him, his lips finding mine. I could feel the heat of his erection against me, reminding me of my need to be fucked. "Take off your clothes," I ordered. He did as I said, hesitating once he had stripped to his boxers. "All of your clothes. Show me how much you want me," I said. I could tell that my control was driving him wild with lust, so he obeyed my command. I appraised him, taking in his smooth chest, his toned body and his magnificent cock. "You want me a lot, don't you?" I asked. I stepped towards him and grabbed his cock. "Don't you?" "Yes," he managed to respond. "I do. I want you." "Good." I went to my bag, which I had left on the bed, and pulled out a condom. "Get ready to fuck me." I handed it to him, then took off my clothes so I stood before him in just my underwear and stockings. "I'll leave the stockings on. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He nodded, transfixed. I removed my bra and knickers. "Do you like my body?" I asked. "Yes," he affirmed eagerly. "Your breasts are wonderful." "Kiss them," I ordered. He came towards me and bent his head, kissing my breasts, then flicking his tongue over my nipples so that they stiffened in his mouth. "Enough." I lay on the bed, my legs spread apart with my wet cunt on display. "Now fuck me." He didn't need telling twice. He pushed his rock hard cock inside me. I felt him filling me, my cunt tight around him. He moaned. "How does that feel?" I asked. "It feels...oh god, it feels amazing. You feel amazing." He started thrusting into me, each stroke deepening my sense of arousal. He kissed my face and my neck, his hands cupping my breasts and moving down to my hips. "Go faster," I gasped. "I want you to fuck me hard." He obeyed, thrusting faster and deeper so that I could feel his balls slapping against me. He gripped my hips, pulling himself into me. I could see from his face that his pleasure equalled mine. At that moment, my phone rang. I reached into my bag and saw it was James. Will stopped. "Did I tell you to stop? Keep going," I hissed, then answered the phone. "Hello," I said. "Laura? I'm so sorry...it's been a nightmare...the plane was late, then my phone was out of battery so I couldn't call you! I'm at the hotel now though. I suppose you must have gone home." "No," I said. "I'm still at the hotel." I wondered whether James could hear the rhythmic squeak of the bed, or the shallowness of my breath. "Really?" James responded. "I couldn't see you in the bar." "I'm not in the bar." "Where are you then?" "Room 348." "Room 348? Why did you get a room? I already have one. I'm in 511. Why don't you come here now?" His voice lowered. "I've been thinking all day about what I want to do to you." "No," I said. "I think you should come here. You'll enjoy it." There was a slight pause. "This sounds interesting. I'll be there soon." I hung up. "I'm going to come," Will gasped. Immediately, I sat up and gently pushed him away. "No, you're not. I haven't said you can come yet," I told him. He looked abashed. "Go put the door on the latch," I ordered. He did as I said. "Are we having company?" he asked. "Don't ask questions. Just do what I tell you." I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs wide open. "You fuck well," I told him. "Now show me if you're good at eating pussy. Kneel down." He knelt between my legs and put his mouth to my clit. The feeling of his warm tongue circling my clit was indescribably hot. He started slowly, gently lapping up the juices of my well-fucked cunt, then gathered momentum, licking my clit rhythmically so that a warmth started to spread through my body. I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed him harder onto me. "Yes. Yes. Keep going. More. Harder," I told him. "I want to come again." His moaned assent sent vibrations through my clit. "And finger fuck me again," I added. He obeyed, his fingers once more sliding in and out of my dripping pussy. "I bet you wish you could fuck me again," I said. "I bet you wish that was your cock buried deep inside me." I loved how it felt to have somebody in my control. I was confident that Will would do whatever I asked of him, even if I didn't allow him release. The knowledge of my power turned me on, and the feeling of Will's tongue on my clit brought me to new levels of ecstasy. I felt him add a third finger, vigorously driving into me. The extra girth was enough to propel me right to the edge of orgasm. There was a knock on the door. James stood in the door way, his curious expression giving way to one of amazement. His eyes on me, I felt myself start to come. "Oh god, god, god...yes...YES..." Intense pleasure ripped through me. Each time my orgasm started to fade, a thrust from Will's fingers renewed its vigour, leaving me moaning on the bed as the sensation gripped my entire body. Eventually, I allowed Will to lift his head and stood up. James entered and shut the door behind him. "Hello, James," I said. I walked to him and pulled him into a passionate kiss, my naked body pressed against him. He kissed back, grabbing my arse, pulling me closer. When the kiss ended, I turned and gestured to Will. "James, this is Will. He's been keeping me company in your absence. Will, James is an old friend." I started to unbutton James' shirt. "A very good friend." I undressed James, who was clearly as turned on by the proceedings as I had expected. "Will, watch this," I commanded, then knelt in front of James. I took his hard cock in my hand. There was a bead of precum at the tip; I licked it off. James moaned with pleasure, and Will gasped with frustration. I loved the effect I was having on both of them. "You can touch yourself, Will. But don't come," I said. I licked from the base of James' shaft to the head, then wet my lips and took his cock in my mouth. I moved back and forth, taking it all in, and cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle squeeze. James stiffened more and started thrusting into my mouth. I pulled away momentarily. "Don't I give good head, James?" "You do," he confirmed. "Tell Will," I said, resuming my position, my tongue sliding along his length. "She does. She gives the best head I've ever had," I heard James say. I spent a minute more lavishing attention on James' cock, before pulling away again. I heard James give a small sigh of disappointment. "Are you jealous, Will?" I asked. He nodded in response to my question, adding, "It looks like you suck cock really well." "I do," I said. "I'll show you." I stood up and walked to the bed, kneeling on it. "Stand in front of me." Will obeyed, and I kissed his chest, running my hands over it and tweaking one of his nipples. "James," I called. "I want you to fuck me while I show Will how I suck cock. Get a condom, then come fuck me from behind." I shifted onto my hands and knees so my face was level with Will's cock. I circled the head with my tongue, which seemed to be exactly what Will had been waiting for all evening. He cried out as I took the length of him in my mouth. I felt James get onto the bed behind me. He slid a finger into me. "You're so wet, Laura," he said approvingly. Moments later, I felt his cock enter me. James pumped into my eager cunt, while Will thrust desperately into my mouth. It was magical to feel myself between two hard cocks, both being satisfied by my body. As they started to enter a rhythm, I felt elated, enjoying their attention. James' hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto him, and Will gasped each time my mouth encircled the head of his cock. "Oh god...Laura...can I come?" I looked up at Will, my mouth still around him. "Please?" I nodded. He sighed with relief, then started thrusting harder. On the third stroke, he came, his spunk flowing into my mouth. I swallowed, and licked his cock clean as he shuddered with pleasure. Meanwhile, James was also reaching his peak. "Fuck, yes, Laura," he breathed. "I love how you feel around my cock." "I love how your cock feels inside me," I answered. "Now show Will how hard you can fuck!" With that, James started hammering into me, his cock going deep into my cunt. I started crying out from the pleasure. "Fuck yes, James!" I cried. "Come inside me!" James fucked me even harder, and with one final thrust, he groaned and shivered from the intensity of his orgasm. We drew apart. I caught Will's eye and smiled. "Thank you, Will. I enjoyed using you." I stood up and started dressing. "We'll let you have the rest of the evening to yourself, Will" I said. "James and I have some catching up to do." With that, James and I departed for room 511, leaving Will not quite knowing what had just happened to him. Taking Control "I'll do whatever you want, professor." "Then turn around," I said. She did as she was told, turning completely around and facing the door of my hotel room. I paused briefly to take in the entire package, starting at her sexy black heels, her toned calves and thighs, the short black dress that clung to her firm butt and hips. I put my hands on her hips and leaned in toward her neck. She smelled wonderful. I kissed her on the neck and she let out a soft moan. "Bend over," I said. She again did as she was told and bent over, placing her hands on the bed. She was flexible; the results of having spent much of the last year in the gym, working on this perfect body. She was practically built for sex: toned but not too muscular, petite but not too skinny. Her dress was short enough that as she bent over, her panties were almost visible. I reached up on her dress and pushed them to the side. She let out another gasp as I brushed gently against her pussy. "Oh professor," She said. "I didn't tell you you could talk." I responded. She said nothing. I reached up and pulled her panties down to her ankles. The sight was almost too much. My hottest student, bent over my hotel room bed with her panties around her ankles. I slowly unzipped my fly and released my semi-hard cock. I teased her with it, rubbing it up and down against the backs of her thighs and up against her pussy. I could feel her wetness dripping down her inner-thighs. "Do you want it?" I asked. "Yes, professor. So much." She responded. "Where do you want it?" "In my pussy, professor. I want to feel your cock in my pussy." She said. "Not yet. Turn around and get on your knees." She did as she was told. --- I won't say this is common at these conferences... but it's not uncommon either. I practically went to these things in order to hook up some young, tight, ambitious, and willing students. Usually they weren't my students, though. Too risky. I don't need students coming back to campus and telling stories about how we hooked up at a conference. Lucy was different, though. She was worth the risk. Usually, things went down like this. I would spend the early part of the first day scoping out the talent. It was easy. They were dressed up so you saw them at their best. Plus, you had an ice-breaker since they were presenting their research and they were expecting questions and comments from people. The best part, though, is that they were craving attention from faculty. They wanted us to come talk to them and there was some idol worship going on. Most of them wanted jobs like ours at some point in their lives so they couldn't help but be enamored with us. After I had made some decisions on possible targets, I would go to the evening social hour. By then, they had usually loosened up and were ready for some fun. I'd just find my targets, flirt a little bit, see who was receptive, and then mention that I was going to be at a bar around the corner that night if they wanted to come by for drinks. It was a numbers game. I would start with 50 possibilities and it would narrow as the day progressed to a few interested, enamored, and slightly drunk options by the end of the night. A few drinks later and I could always find one of them who was ready to go back to my room with me. Lucy, though, was my greatest conquest. She was such a hottie... and she looked especially good tonight. Like I said, I usually stayed away from my own students at these things... but not tonight. Tonight I was going to spend the night in bed with this hot little thing. When she showed up at the bar, along with a few friends, I was immediately thankful she hadn't changed clothes. I love what they all wear to these things but some of them change back into comfortable clothes at the end of the night. Not Lucy. She stayed in her mostly professional but a little too short black dress and heels. She smiled when she saw me and walked over. I offered to buy her a drink for her hard work and she said, "Sure, but I should probably stop at one or two. I get a little crazy when I've had too many." She smiled coyly as she said it and I knew things were headed the right direction. As the night went on, I tried to find the balance of giving her attention but not too much. I wanted her to know I was interested but didn't want to broadcast it to the million other students who were there. Like I said, I didn't need a bunch of stories floating around when I got back to campus. A few drinks later and she was indeed getting a little crazy... and probably spilling a little bit too much personal information. The subject turned to dating and sex at one point and she blurted out, "I haven't been with anyone in a while." She immediately looked like she regretted it. "I'm sorry," she said, "I can't believe I said that." "It's ok. We're adults." I responded. "In that case," she said, "I've got to tell you. I could really use a man right now. I've been so stressed with school and a night to relax would be really great." "What would that night look like?" I asked. "I want a night of being controlled and dominated." She said. "Nothing weird. No whips. No spankings. Just a night of some gorgeous guy telling me what to do, taking control of me... and fucking me hard all night long." I was shocked. Speechless. I thought there was a shot but had no idea this was where things were going. "Tell me your room number," she said. "I'll meet you there in one hour. I'm going to go freshen up." "2118" I stammered out. She pounded the rest of her drink, whispered goodbye, and started to walk away. "Lucy," I called and when she turned back to me, I whispered, "Don't change clothes. I want you like this." "Taking control already," she replied. "This is gonna be fun." --- And that's how we got here. An hour later, I answered the door of my hotel room, and she walked in without saying a word. I offered her a drink, she took it, looked me in the eye, and promised me she would do whatever I wanted. So far, she hadn't disappointed. "Worship that cock, baby." I said. "I want a feel that pretty little mouth wrapped around me." She didn't ease into it at all. She gobbled me up, taking me as deep as she could. She moaned like she loved it as she did it. She grabbed onto my hips, pulled me toward her, and buried my cock as deep into her throat as she could. "Oh, Lucy, you're amazing," I moaned. She responded to the compliment by taking me even deeper and by holding me there as she flicked my shaft with her tongue. It was ecstasy. "I'm gonna fuck that mouth, baby." I said She pulled back, looked up at me, and said, "Do it. Fuck my whore mouth." I grabbed the back of her head and held her there as I thrust my cock back into her mouth repeatedly, deeper with each thrust. Her eyes began to water as she fought her gage-reflex. Still she took it like a champ, moaning as I fucked her beautiful, warm, little mouth. Finally, I stopped. She looked up at me, out of breath, mascara running down her cheeks from her watering eyes, but looking like she wanted more. "Stand up and turn around," I said. "Yes professor." "You've been a bad girl, Lucy. These are not things you should be doing with a professor." "I'm sorry, professor. You should punish me." "And what sort of punishment do you need?" "I need a spanking, professor. I know I said I didn't want one, but I think I should have one." I pulled up her skirt and swatted her firmly on the butt. "Ahhhhh," she moaned. "Harder." I gave her another. "Harder, professor, I've been so naughty." Another. "Mmmmmmmm,"she moaned. "I think you should fuck me now. I think you should pound my tight little pussy until I realize what I've done." I grabbed her hips, and pulled her toward me. She spread her legs for me as I entered her. Her soft, wet pussy was almost too much. She let out a subtle gasp as I pushed deep inside of her. "Oh my God," she moaned, breaking character for a moment. "This is exactly what I needed." "You feel so good, Lucy," I responded. "You're not so bad yourself, professor." I started to fuck her, gently at first, but picking up the pace as I went. She let out a moan with each thrust, getting louder and louder each time I entered her. The ecstasy became too much for her and she was starting to have a difficult time standing up. I pulled her into a standing position with my cock still in her and kissed her neck. "Tell me you're my little slut," I demanded. "I'm your little slut," she moaned back at me. "Louder!" I demanded. "I'm your little slut!" she yelled back at me. "Do you want to ride me, slut?" "So bad, professor." I pulled out of her, took off the rest of my clothes, and lay down on the bed. "Get undressed... slowly" I said, "but leave the heels on." "Yes, professor. I'll do whatever you say." I watched her undress, taking it all in. She stared at me with hungry eyes as she took off her clothes, never breaking eye contact. It was like watching a present unwrap itself. Her petite, toned body was practically perfect. When she was undressed, but for the heels I had told her to leave on, she started to climb onto the bed. "No," I told her. "I want to look at you." She stood back up for me and stood there, letting me take it all in. I started to stroke my cock for her, and she licked her lips as she watched me. "Turn around and put your hands on the wall," I said. She did as she was told and I continued to stroke cock as I started at her perfect figure. She looked over her shoulder at me, biting her lower lip. "I can do that for you, professor," she said. "Oh?" I responded, "Crawl to me and show me." She turned around and crawled across the king-size bed to where I was sitting and took my cock in her petite hands. She stroked me gently, never breaking eye contact and licking her lips as she did. "Do you like that, professor? Do you like having one of your slutty little students jack you off like this? I nodded in response, loving the dirty talk and wanting more. "Because I love this, you know. I love watching you get off, professor; love feeling that throbbing cock in my hands. I always knew you wanted me. Since the first class I took from you, I knew you wanted to fuck me. I could feel your eyes on me in every class, checking me out as I walked to and from my seat." I moaned softly as she started to stroke me faster. "I wanted you too," she said. "There were days when I couldn't even concentrate because all I could think about was how good it would feel if you bent me over a desk, pulled down those yoga pants you like so much, and pounded me tight little pussy." I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to be inside her again. I took her by the wrists and pulled her toward me. She let out a knowing giggle as she startled me. I slid easily into her still wet pussy, and she moaned as she started to ride me. "Oh God, professor, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed. She continued to ride me for a few minutes, letting out a sexy little moan with each thrust. She leaned way back and started to finger her clit bouncing up and down on my cock. "Just a little more, professor. I'm so close." She panted. I fought the urge to cum, but it was difficult with this little beauty riding me. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I felt her body start to quiver and shake. She threw her head back and shut her eyes. "Oh, my god," she moaned, "I'm cumming! Fuck! I'm cumming!" I could feel the ripples of ecstasy pass through her as her body continued to shake. She let out a loud, wailing noise as her orgasm peaked and started to subside. "Jesus!" she said as she opened her eyes and leaned forward, laying on top of me, my cock still insider her. "That was fucking ridiculous," she said. I didn't say anything back. Just wrapped my arms around her and kissed her passionately. She started to move her hips a little, and I let out an unintentional gasp as I a wave of pleasure passed through me. "Ohhh," she said. "Is somebody else close?" "Yes," I managed to respond. "Let's finish you off, professor." She started to buck her hips a little more, and I could feel my orgasm start to build. "Oh, fuck me, professor. Your cock is so good. I could ride you all night." I started to buck my hips harder and faster, about to explode. "Wait," she said. "I want to swallow it." Before I could say a word, she climbed off me and buried her head in my lap, fully engulfing my cock into her mouth and throat. She jerked me about three times with her hand and I started to cum... hard into her throat. I bucked my hips hard toward her face. She just let out a deep moan but kept me in her mouth and throat as I finished my orgasm. She kept sucking for a moment before gently pulling me from her mouth. "I love the taste of your cum, professor. Your cock is a goddamn dream." I reached for her and pulled her toward me, still feeling the aftereffects of the incredible orgasm I had just had. I held her in my arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. We were both exhausted. "Was it what you wanted?" I asked. "Oh yes," she said with a giggle. "That was amazing. I hope it's not the last time."