1 comments/ 18707 views/ 3 favorites Bar Meet By: John_Spivey1966 The hotel bar at midnight is a great place for people watching. That's not why I'm here though, I'm here for her. You see that woman across the room? No, the woman not the girl. The blond in the skirt and top that hugs her body. She doesn't know it but she's mine tonight. I've become good at this game. Watching without getting caught. There's an art to it. You can look but not stare. A sweep of the eyes is even better. Just a casual left to right move of the head. No, I'm not looking at you I'm just watching the room. I've not been able to figure out her game. She's rejected every guy that's approached her. I like to make up stories about people and she's no different. She's a hooker waiting...no...that's wrong. She's a business woman visiting my city and she's got a man here. Yes, that's it. He's married so they meet...wait...they are both married so they meet here when she's in town. Her husband has no idea because he's too busy with his own career. Where the hell is she going? Looks like I'm up. Now this is the tricky part. It's all about timing. Okay, she's on. "Hold the elevator! Thanks." A quick glance. 32. "32 please. Oh, you too?" We ride in silence. The doors open and this is where being a man comes in handy. She gets off the elevator first and makes a left. Yes indeed, my room is down this way as well. She stops. 3205. 3206 it is then. I reach in my wallet. Don't look at her. They use green key cards here. Slow down, she's looking for her card. She's got it. Reach in the wallet pull out a green card. This card is close enough. If she looks over she'll think I'm just having trouble getting the door open. Now for the trickiest part. Timing. She's got her door open. A little more. Now! In two quick steps I'm behind her my hand closes around her mouth and I push us into the room. I kick the door closed behind me and I rush her to the bed. "Keep quiet. Not a fucking word." It's the fear in her eyes that gets me. With one hand over her mouth I reach in my pocket and pull out my favorite toy. I release her mouth knowing what's going to come next. It always does. She tries to scream. Oh yes, just try. The ball gag fits perfectly. She's mine now as I strap the gag around her head. I love the beds in this hotel. They are just the right size. I push her face down on the bed. Half on half off. I reach down and tear at her panties. With one hand holding her down I yank her panties off and toss them aside. I flip her skirt up over her ass and hips. Yes. This is a real woman. Spitting in my hand I rub my cock which is already hard. I know she wants me. I can smell it on her. The desire. I saw how she rejected other men at the bar. This cock tease. "You whore. This is your fault I'm doing this." I push into her fuck hole. Just as I thought she's slick. "That's right whore take my cock," I taunt her as I jam myself all the way inside her. I grab her hair pulling it back. I'm in charge now and she's going to know it. "You like it. I can tell. They always do." I grab her hips. Slamming into her feels good. "Take it bitch." SLAM "Take it." SLAM "You fucking love it." SLAM I pull out. Ah sweet relief her eyes say. I let her think that. I rub my cock at her tight little pink ass hole. "That's right. It's going there." There it is again. That fear. "What? You're husband isn't a backdoor man? Trust me you're going to love it." Push her open. Yes. Nice and wide. Rub my hard cock around it. I press hard and my cock is inside. "You'll do better if you relax. You can't can you?" I laugh and push in more. And more. Tight. Those hips. Pull her back onto me. "See. Only dirty sluts like you like this." Sweet release is coming. I feel it building. Building. Sweet relief. Shooting deep. I picture my hot cum flying in her little ass. Still more. In. Out. Push. Done. Yes. Yes. "Oh yes." Out now. Her panties. Clean up with them and into my pocket they go. Something for later. When I want to remember. The ball gag comes off. She lays there. Not screaming. She turns to me. "I'll be in town again next week. Can you get away?" she asks. For her. Of course. "Yes. I can," I say before giving her a kiss and walking out the door. Bar Meeting I saw him come in the door of the bar. Tall, dark hair, the bluest piercing eyes I have ever seen. Ordering a drink, Bailey's Liqueur, sipping as I watched from under my lashes, his mouth on the glass. His eyes scanned the room assessing, dismissing until they rested on me. Fleeting glances around the room only to return every few seconds to assess and decide. As our eyes met, I saw interest in those blue eyes looking more intently. I wriggled on my chair, uncomfortable, unconsciously licking my dry lips and adjusting my bra. While smoothing the material of my dress, not knowing where to look next, I glanced down at my drink, an interest in the bottles on the shelf behind the bar. My eyes darted back trying not to be obvious, failing completely as I saw a small smile on his lips. I was sipping my drink in the tall iced glass looking at and swirling the straw around and around. A hand on my shoulder made me jerk with a start, feeling like an electrical current had run through my body from head to toe. So engrossed I was with my jumbled thoughts and the background music, I was unaware of his approach. "Hello, is this seat taken? Seems to be the only vacant one in here," he said, looking into my brown eyes. I saw his eyes twinkling with amusement at my awkward embarrassment and saw his lips turn into a wolfish grin. A small shrug of my shoulders, trying to seem uncaring whilst on the inside I was raging, churning with the words I wanted to say on the tip of my tongue. I was unable to express them, unable to speak my mind. He sits on the bar stool and maneuvers it closer to mine. I can smell his aftershave wafting into my nose. To calm my nerves, I inhale a long breath, taking that manly scent into my senses, causing me to close my eyes for a moment, savoring the smell, the close proximity of him. He had his hand on the table, the other on his knee. I saw a scar on his little finger; drawing my attention, my mind wondering how it got there. He moved his leg, bumping onto mine from thigh to knee. I was concentrating on the hand on the bar trying to breathe normally and failing again. My throat went dry and my heart started pounding as his other hand moved up and down on his knee and thigh, caressing me at the same time. I give an involuntary shudder from the intimate touch. I was sipping my drink; I shook slightly with his touch, causing my drink to drip from my lips and run down my chin, spilling a little onto the front of my dress and between my breasts. He grabbed a napkin as I turned towards him with a gasp of surprise. He presses it onto my cleavage trying to collect the spillage before it escaped down my bra. I was mesmerized as I watched his hand with the scar, fascinated as he wiped with the napkin very gently, sensually. I quickly glanced up into those blue eyes that seemed to look at you and know everything you are feeling. His eyes traveled quickly to my neck and back to my eyes. He had seen the silver collar. I quickly flick my eyes to his mouth; he was grinning, almost laughing. I wanted to put my hands on that face and passionately kiss those lips. "Are you ready to go now? "he said gently in his sexiest voice. "Do you have the key to the hotel room with you?" As I grabbed my handbag and fished out the key to my room -19M. We sauntered out into the night, hand in hand, to what laid ahead ... As we approach the hotel, room 19M, I start shaking with the anticipation of not knowing what he has in store for me. The total mind and body domination, being told what to do, to comply with his sexual demands; they are my desires as well as I have described them in detail. I want this; I have asked for this in the many communications we have share these past few months. In truth I am excited and a little frightened as he ties my hands up loosely to the headboard, not hurting, very gently as he looks with his intense blue eyes into mine as I feel the building of sexual tension. The trust that I need to feel is there. I see in his eyes; he knows how to proceed very carefully to build the anticipation. I am dressed how he instructed with a sheer black dress hugging my curves and silk stockings held up with suspenders. Complete with the lacy French push up bra with my barely concealed breasts being pushed out. My nipples in plain sight aroused already, gone hard from my sexual feelings. They are round brown orbs throbbing for the attention of his mouth and teeth. Imagining them sucking and caressing my swelling breasts. The final addition, my silky g- string completing the look and high heel red pumps with my lips covered in the red gloss that makes him lick his lips with desire. I shake when he starts talking; telling me in that voice I have come to know so well, what he is going to do with and to me and what he expects in return. "You are my cum slut whore and I will give you the pleasure you have never had before. I will make you beg as I refuse to fuck you with my throbbing cock, resisting the urge repeatedly until you cannot orgasm unless I allow you. Then I will take you at my leisure and have you orgasm repeatedly onto my throbbing member, in my mouth and on my fingers" "And then you will suck my cock as I instruct. Make sure you do it right or you will have to repeat it over and over." My mind is absorbing this as his hands start to fondle my breasts and nipples. I am moaning as he keeps talking about the things he will do and I will do to him in return. He takes my head and turns my face to the side, showing me the items he has placed on the bedside table -- ready for his use. Watching with great pleasure, my face, my reaction as my mind absorbs the items there. Oh, god, Oh god I think to myself. Oils, vibrators of different sizes, butt plugs and other things I do not want to think about, but a thrill goes through me never the less, causing my body to betray me I see by the grin on his face. My mind screaming and my body jerking trying to get my hands free; to take hold of him and start my own pleasure of feeling his body and skin on my hands, his taste on mouth and tongue. I still feel his hands on my breasts and nipples as they move down my throbbing body, as I cannot stop shaking from the aroused state I am in. He lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth as I am arching my back loving the feeling; I take a breath into my nose smelling that aftershave Au Savage, "Aah" As my body continues to react to him and his voice fucking my mind completely. One item of many takes my interest, something I can use on him later when I hope he finally unties me. My switch has been flicked and I smile at the thought of the item I will get to place on his cock and balls for my own pleasure and satisfaction.