We’ve come back from dinner. We had an amazing meal together, and you suggest that I take a shower. When I come out of the shower, I leave the bathroom and lay down on the bed.
It’s a very sexy outfit. I assume it’s what you want me to wear for the evening, so I quickly drop my towel and slip on the things that you’ve laid out for me. I notice the theme that everything’s red.
I know how much you love the way that color looks against my skin. I sit on the bed and slide the red fishnet stockings up my thighs, making sure to straighten out the lace at the top. I slip on the garter, attach it to the stockings.
There’s a red satin corset. I wrap it around my body, and it’s made for me to cinch on my own. I pull it tight around my waist, loving the way it feels.
It’s like a constant reminder of your hands on my waist. The last thing on the bed is a pair of opera-length red satin gloves. I slide them on up my arms.
I know there must be a sexy pair of high heels somewhere, and I’m not disappointed when I look over at the full-length mirror on the wall. It’s my favorite pair of candy apple red Christian Louboutin five-inch heels. I know why you put them in front of the mirror.
You wanted me to see myself. You wanted me to see what a complete and total sexy whore I am for you. I walk over to the mirror and look at my reflection.
I love the way I look. I feel so submissive. I slide my feet into the heels and turn around and look over my shoulder, loving the way the stockings look on my legs, the way the garters frame my ass and my pussy.
The heels are just the perfect finishing touch. I walk into the bathroom and fix my hair, put on some makeup when I’m satisfied that I look perfectly fuckable. I leave the bathroom in search of finding you.
It doesn’t take long. I step out of the bedroom and in the small little sitting area, you’re sitting on the couch, still wearing your suit, the top few buttons undone, your tie loose, one foot propped up on the marble coffee table. You have one hand resting over the top of your drink, sitting on the end table.
I can only guess it’s a single malt or your favorite whiskey. You’re aimlessly stroking the rim of the glass with your finger. I don’t know why that turns me on so much.
It just reminds me of the way that you play with my clit. I move into the room and I stand before you on the other side of the coffee table. You don’t look up at me.
You don’t acknowledge that I’m there. You just ignore me. You know what that does to me.
It’s the start of you taking complete control of me. A few moments pass by and you utter one command. Sit.
I move to the large oversized chair that’s perpendicular to the couch and sit down on the edge. I’m about to cross my legs and I feel a sharp swat on my thigh. I hadn’t noticed but you had a rotting crumb in your hand and you smacked me with it.
My brown eyes fly to yours and you smile at me. You tell me you have a present for me. At first I think it’s the crop but then you place a small box in front of me wrapped up in pretty red wrapping paper.
At first I immediately want to open it but I know I need to wait for you to tell me what to do. You glide the crop along my thigh and whisper good girl and then you tell me I may open my present. I quickly open it and inside is just a plain brown box.
I open the lid and gasp when I see what’s inside. It’s a dildo with a suction cup on the end. You tell me to take it out.
When I do you quickly toss the box to the side. You watch transfixed as you see it in my red satin gloved hands. You ask me if I like it.
I look over at you and nod my head. Yes sir. You slide that rotting crop down the front of my knee, down the front of my leg and back up again.
Teasing me. You tell me to stick my toy to the coffee table. I reach forward with both hands and press it onto the table.
I let it go and sit back a little and it’s obscene the way it sticks up. But when I see it all I can think about is getting it inside me and riding it. You smile.
You know me too well. You know exactly what I’m thinking. You move the crop up my leg again.
Up my arm. Under my chin. You tilt my head up.
You tell me to suck it. I lean forward. I start to use my hands to brace myself and you flick that crop against my skin.
I hear you tell me, no hands. You say in fact put your hands behind your back. I quickly obey and lean forward and I like the tip of my tongue swirling it around the ridge.
Loving that you’re watching me. It turns me on so fucking much when you make me act like this. I open my mouth and suck the head in.
Loving the feel of it on my tongue. You lean forward and I feel your hand in my hair. You grab a fistful and you push my mouth down.
You grab my hair and pull my head back up. Then back down. Over and over.
You lean towards me and whisper in my ear. What a good cock sucking little whore I am. I can tell you’re enjoying it.
Watching me. Making me. Hearing me gag and choke trying to swallow it all.
Finally you yank my head up and pull me towards your face. You kiss me hard. I suck your tongue into my mouth.
You pull my head back breaking the kiss. Still holding my hair you pull my body up. You tell me to straddle it.
I position my body above it. Holding that cock up with one hand. I rub the head back and forth on my slit.
My pussy is so fucking wet. You let go of my hair and come and stand up behind me. Your hands are on my shoulders.
Holding me above it. I look up at you. Your hands flatten on my shoulders and you push me down.
You sit down in the chair behind me. You sit back. Riding crap.
Gently slapping your thigh. You know what I want. You know what I need.
As if reading my mind you trace it over my ass. At my spine. Teasing me.
Mom I hear you. You say tell me what you want. I start to turn to look at you and you swipe my ass.
You tell me not to look at you. Just tell you what I want. Spank me sir.
Please. Please spank me. You ask me why.
I start to ride that cock. You know why sir. I’m such a bad girl.
You swat me with that crap over and over again on my ass. You move from one ass cheek to the other. Telling me faster.
Deeper. This smack’s getting harder. You tell me not to come.
Please sir. Please can I come? Please swat me again. Emphasizing your words.
No. Not until you tell me I can come. You turn the riding crap over in your hand and I can feel you drag the handle up between my ass.
Oh fuck. You start to nudge my tiny little ass as I ride it up and down. Fuck.
Please let your dirty girl come. You flip it around and smack me again. I’m startled when there’s a knock at the door.
You push me down hard on that cock. Lean over and whisper in my ear. Don’t you fucking move.
I look at you pleading with my eyes. No. Please don’t answer the door.
No. My face turns bright red. I know how much it turns you on to see me blush for you.
Oh god. You open the door and it’s room service. The way the door’s positioned.
Unless the attendant comes in he can’t see me. I’m looking at you and begging you with my eyes please. No.
You smile. Love seeing that flush of red from the tops of my breasts all the way up my face. You tell him to come in.
My heart’s pounding. Oh my god. Someone’s gonna see me like this.
At first the attendant doesn’t look at me. I’m hoping that he’s just gonna look for a tip and leave. I see him set down a tray on the table that’s close to the door.
There’s a champagne bottle and a bowl of strawberries. You pull out money to tip him and I think he’s gonna turn and leave. I’m hoping you just wanted to see me embarrassed and just before the door closes you ask him to do you a favor.
I’m frozen where I am. I can’t move. Please.
Please I think to myself please don’t make him come back. I watch in slow motion as you throw the door completely open. He can’t help but turn and look at me.
I look down. I can’t meet your eyes. But I look up again when I hear you offer him a hundred bucks to let me suck his cock.
I look up and his mouth is open. He’s stunned. He doesn’t know what to do.
I’m hoping he’s so embarrassed he’ll just leave. But he reaches out and he takes the money. He walks towards me.
I can see you following him. I hear him say, are you fucking kidding me? Fuck yes you can suck my cock. He moves to stand in front of the coffee table and undoes his uniform.
He pulls his cock out and starts to stroke it to get it hard. You take your seat back again behind me. I don’t know what to do.
I’m frozen in place. You slide forward in the seat, pressing your body against me from behind that cock still in my pussy. You grab my hair.
You yank my head back so you can whisper in my ear. You know what to do, you little whore. Suck his fucking cock.
Oh god. You yank my head, I open my mouth and I feel his cock fill me. He pumps that cock in and out of my mouth.
You sit back, watching the view, watching me suck another man’s cock for money. Now I can’t help but start to bounce up and down on that cock in my pussy. I’m so lost in the sensation of having two cocks inside me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear a zipper being undone. Oh god. Oh fuck.
I feel a snap that corrupted my ass again. Suck his cock and make him cum. You whisper in my ear, goading me on.
Then I feel your wet finger teasing my ass. Oh god. I know what you’re gonna do.
I don’t want it so bad. I pull my mouth off his cock and turn back to look at you. Please sir.
Fuck your little girl in the ass. Please. No.
You swallow my ass again. You push my head towards his cock again. Then I feel you behind me.
You position the head of your cock right at my ass. No. You grab my hips and pull me above that cock in my pussy a little.
So you can work your cock up inside me. Oh god. Yeah.
Oh fuck. Yes. I’m so full of cock.
Just like a horse should be. Yes. Oh yeah.
The two of you rock me back and forth. Nobody can tell. The room service attendant’s getting close.
He grabs my head and pushes that cock in my mouth. I feel you. You shove that cock all the way up my ass.
Oh god. The attendant starts to come, flooding my mouth with his cream. You reach around me.
You flick my cock with your finger. Oh fuck. Oh my god.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes.
Oh my god. Oh fuck. You grab me by the throat.
You make me look up at him. You whisper in my ear. Swallow his cum.
Show him. I look in his eyes. Show him.
His cum in my mouth. And I swallow it all. Fuck.
Licking my lips. I don’t see you but… Suddenly he takes the money and walks away. Closes the door.
You push me down. So my face is on the coffee table. The cold marble against my skin.
Oh god. You grab my hips. You start pounding my… Oh god.
No. Oh yeah. Harder sir.
Please. Oh yeah. Fuck you little girl.
Yeah. Yeah. Yes.
Oh my god. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass.
Yeah that’s… Yeah. I reach back. My red gloves on my ass.
I spread my ass wide for you. Looking back at you. That’s it.
That’s it. Oh yes sir. Give it to me.
Stuff all that cock in my ass. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Deeper. Deeper. Harder.
Take what belongs to you. It’s yours. It’s your ass.
Harder. Yeah. Make it hurt.
Show me what belongs to you. Yeah. Fuck.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck.
You feel my ass. Tightening around your cock. The moment you think about all the dirty fucking things I do for you.
You can’t hold back. Yeah that’s it. Yeah flood my ass with that cum.
Fill me up. I can feel it inside me. Feel you shooting all that cum deep in my ass.
Fuck. You push balls deep up my ass. Holding me there.
Loving this side of you.
