an unexpected turn

[unit555]

This is a closed thread between SexyChele and myself. Feel free to watch and comment.

OOC - Steve
5'10"
200 lbs
very muscular guy with a build like a fire plug. two scars on his face and a bad disposition ensured most people gave him a wide berth.

IC - I ordered another drink from the hotel bar. The place was a shit hole trying to masquearde as an upscale downtown hotel. The rooms were clean but plain. The only thing it had going for it was its location and cheap rate sfor the business crowd.

I was horny as hell. My bitch girlfriend had sent me packing three days ago and this close to the end of the month I didn't even have enough money to hit the strip clubs. I had finally ended up here for cheap beer with the hope I would hook up.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Cathy, 25, 5'5", 120lbs, long auburn hair, green eyes, slender yet with curves in all the right places.

Cathy has been sent on a business trip for 3 days to attend a seminar. She is a bit naive, not having much street sense about her - very trusting, and this often gets her into trouble.

IC: The seminar didn't end until 5:00 and I was tired. I had been on my feet most of the day, doing the networking thing, and my brain was numb. I headed back to the hotel - some little dump the company was paying for. I initially thought to just go up to my room, take a long, hot bath, and relax watching some TV. Yet, as I walked through the door, the sounds of bar assaulted my senses and I decided to have a glass of wine first.

I walked into the bar, not really feeling out of place amongst the other business travelers. I wore a navy pin-strip suit - the skirt just long enough to be considered decent, the blazer hugging every curve. The blouse underneath was soft silk, white, and clingy. The high heeled pumps showed my legs off to perfection, and my auburn curls tumbled down around my shoulders. I could feel the eyes of several men follow me as I made my way to an empty table. I order a glass of white wine, then take out my cell phone to check for messages.

I casually look around the room. The usual types - business men, most married, looking to get laid for the night - totally uninteresting. But there, over in the corner, I spot a man who does not fit in with the regular crowd. He seems angry, as though he's some one with a chip on his shoulder. I see him cradling a beer, and then rivet my attention back to my phone as the first message speaks into my ear.

 

[unit555]

Steve

She definitely caught my eye as she entered the bar. She belonged here no doubt. In town on business. Nice clothes but not too nice. A little young for this crowd. Probably didn't have the expense account to afford someplace better.

I had met her type before. Automatically knew they were better than I was. It pissed me off. It didn't help she was hotter than a smoking gun.

She sat down and ordered a drink. 'What the fuck.' I thought.

I got up and sat down next to her at the bar as the bar tender brought her a glass of white wine. Figures.

I ran my hand back through my short hair. For of habit really, not enough there to straighten up. Long hair got in the way at the job site.

"Can I get that for you?"

 

[SexyChele]

I scribbled the last message down in my Day Timer and turned off my cell phone just as the bartender set down the glass of wine in front of me. Suddenly I hear a voice...

"Can I get that for you?"

I spin my head in the direction of the voice and notice that it belongs to the man I had seen earlier. I rake my eyes over his form, noticing his stocky build, yet at the same time noting his rough appearance. I wondered for a moment how he had gotten the scars on his face.

I'd given a brief thought as to how he had wound up here, rather than some low-life bar closer to downtown. And I wondered what he would want with me.

"Uh, gee, thanks but I, ah, don't think so. Not this time, K?" I tried to smile, to let him know there was no hard feelings. It didn't quite work.

"Well, I insist," he stated matter of factly. "This one is one me."

He tossed some money at the bartender, as I sat wondering at how I had lost control. Well, might as well make the most of it. After all, the guy DID buy me a drink.

"Well, I suppose I should introduce myself, in that case. My name is Cathy, Cathy Sinclair. I'm here on business. And you are.....?"

I crossed my legs on the bar stool and took a sip of wine, waiting for his response -

 

[unit555]

Steve

"Cathy...Cathy." I said it as though I were tasting the words. Her skirt rode up slightly and her nylons whispered as she crossed her legs. I felt my cock give the slightest of twitched. There was a spark of hope that I had a chance.

"My name is Steve. Most people call me bear. You can call me anything you like."

I reached out to place my big hand over her small one resting on the bar.

"What brings a pretty girl like you to a bar like this. Nothing but a bunch of drunk business pricks looking to cheat on their wives. That can't be what you are looking for. Perhaps I could provide you with a better diversion"

 

[SexyChele]

I feel his huge hand cover mine on the bar. Some call him "Bear", huh? Yeah, I can see why - grabbing my hand like that.

"Well - Steve - it's nice to meet you. I just stepped in to have a drink before I go back up to my room to relax and go over some material for tomorrow's business."

I hoped that he would understand that I was not interested in what he was selling - I had a lot to do, and being involved with this guy was not on the agenda.

I tried to move my hand from under his, and felt him tighten just enough to prevent me from moving. Without looking at him, I tried a little harder to move my hand away, and he grabbed it in his.

My heart beginning to thud, I looked him in they eyes.

"Please, let go of my hand."

"No, I don't think so, I like holding onto it."

I tried to jerk it away, but he held it firm. I looked at him and knew my eyes betrayed my slight fear.

"Please -"

"Why don't you just enjoy your drink there and the company here - see where it goes?"

At his crude smile while he picked up his beer, I glared at him.

 

[unit555]

Steve

The look she threw at me could have soured milk. I nearly laughed out loud at her predicament. Too proper to want to cause a scene and angry at her lack of control.

"Now Cathy, I'm sure a modern businesswoman such as yourself is used to being in control, but sometimes things are beyond your control. Take now, for instance. You could slap me or yell and make a big scene but that wouldn't fit in with your image. Would it? Besides, there might be someone in here who knows you and that would be bad for business. Right?"

She tried to remain expressionless but her face was livid. I took a certain amount of perverse pride in getting her riled.

"I'll bet you never had a man strong enough to take charge of you. I'll bet your dying to have a strong man put you in your place, even if you won't admit it to yourself. You have needs you don't even realize you've got.""

I leaned in close and whispered. "How many times you take yourself to bed and wish there was a man to take care of you? Not one of those pansy desk jockeys you meet everyday. I'm talking about a real man. I'll bet it too hard having to be tough all the time. Your still looking for what you haven't found."

I looked in her eyes and removed my hand from hers. I'm sure I had that trademark smirk on my face. I couldn't help it.

 

[SexyChele]

Beneath my tightly controlled exterior, I was seething. Imagine this...this...this grease monkey talking to me in such a way! As he lifted his hand off of mine, I noticed the self-satisfied smirk on his face and had every desire to slap it off of him.

Instead, I took a deep and deep gulp of wine. I looked him squarely in the eyes, eyes still laughing at me.

"What type of man I keep company with is none of you affair! You are rude and uncouthe and vulgar, and I no longer wish to continuing speaking to you. Thank you for the wine, and now I'll be going."

I slid off of the bar stool, my skirt rising even higher, displaying the slightest hint of the lacy tops of my stockings underneath. I catch his eyes openly staring, and quickly pull down my skirt. As I grab for my purse, his hand reaches out and grabs my arm. As I try to pull it back, he tightens his grip to a point where it is almost painful. Looking at him with a mixture of fear and resent, I stop struggling.

"Look, you are not going anywhere just yet. I'm not done with my beer or with talking to you."

"Let me go, or I'll scream.."

"You ain't gonna scream, but your going to slide your ass back on that bar stool, and be pleasant company for me, aren't you?"

His hand, feeling like a vise grip, lead me back to the bar stool, where his movements forced me back until I nearly fell over the stool. Watching him closely, fear starting to sink in, I slide back up the stool, now too fearful to even casually cross my legs.

As his hand reaches out to stroke my knee, I recoil, but, as he stated, I am fearful of making a scene here. His hand glides up my thigh even as his face is turned towards the bar, his other hand guiding the glass to his lips. When he reaches the garter strap his stops, runs his fingers along the length and back again, and I notice a smile start to cross his lips.

I begin to look around, trying to see if I recognize anyone. No one looks familiar. I have no where to turn, and his hand is becoming more curious.

 

[unit555]

Steve

"Now Cathy, you may think I'm just another low-life wrench turner but I know things. For instance, you take care of your body. Legs this firm don't come without time in a gym so there is a certain amount of vanity that fuels your fire. The sensible business outfit tells me you want to be one of the men. It pisses you off that you will never adavnce as far as the boys from college." Her eyesbrows raised slightly. Surprise?

I continued. "That's right, all the drunk college boys who tried to get in your pants will go farther and make more money even if they don't deserve it. You think you have to be hard as nails to keep up. Well maybe you do, but the stockings say your all woman. No pantyhose for you. You take the time to look sexy even if nobody sees it."

I moved my hand an inch higher on her thigh. A trace of fear appeared in her eyes but something else was there as well.

"I'll bet there is a lacy bra under that blazer, perhaps even see-through." Her eyes betrayed her. "What about the panties, Cathy? I know they aren't plain old cottons. Are you wearing a thong?" My hand crept up another inch. "Perhaps you aren't wearing any at all?"

"Tell me Cathy ... does it turn you on to sit in those meetings knowing all the men want you but will never have you? You know they can't give you what you need so you never show them the prize. That's why under the business exterior are the clothes of a woman who is asking to be fucked. It's the ultimate tease. Absolutely safe. Only you know it's happening."

I ran my hand down her firm thigh to her knee and back up under her skirt. "What you didn't count on was a simple blue collar guy being clever enough and MAN enough to figure you out."

 

[SexyChele]

I sit almost speechless that this man could so calmly and arrogantly think that he knew me.

Yes, ok, so my bra WAS black lace, the thong I was wearing matched it perfectly - but for him to mention these things to me? Even though his comments were striking home one after the other, he was still vulgar, and needed to be put into his place.

"Well, Steve, you seem to think you have me all figured out. Fine. Believe that if you will, but then, you will never find out if what you say is true, will you? You see, I will finish my wine, you will finish your beer, and we shall go our separate ways. So fantacize all you wish, because you shall never realize that fantasy."

Trying to put a smug look on my own face, I picked up my glasss and took another sip. Glancing up at him, I saw a dark look cloud his face, and felt his hand grip my leg almost painfully. I cry out a little in pain, and try to pry his hand loose from my leg, but he holds it firm.

He drains his beer with one final gulp and looks at me. I've seen that look before, and my heart freezes. I realize that I should never have accepted a drink from this man. I quickly raise my glass and finish off the wine. I look him in the eyes as my hand rests on his trying to keep him from exploring further.

"Well, Steve. Thank you for the wine, and the, er, conversation. But I believe I should be going now. I'm sure you will understand if I don't invite you up to the room for a drink?"

I gather up my purse in preparation to leave, when Steve slides off the stool, grabs my arm, and whispers into my ear.

"You don't think I'm going to allow you to slip away, do you? Oh no, not that easily."

With his words, my heart catches in my throat, and fear begins to overtake me.

 

[unit555]

Steve

She words pissed me off fiercely. I took a moment to check my anger and regain control of the situation. I see her room key near the top of her open purse. I snatch it up before she can protest. It was one of those plastic deals still in the paper envelope with the room number on it. '432', silly girl.

"Come along, I don't think were even close to being done."

I lead her out of the bar and across the lobby. She looks over at the skinny Indian girl behind the desk. I squeeze her elbow to head off any foolish protesting or cries for help. We enter the elevator and I press '4'. We are alone so I back her into the corner and run my hand lightly over her firm ass. Her face registers nothing but pure shock.

The elevator beeps and the doors open. I lead her without comment to her room. Moment of truth. Hopefully she isn't traveling with someone else. The lights are off and there appears to be an appropriate amount of luggage for one person.

I close the door and set the deadbolt and chain. I roughly push her until she is sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed.

"Now where were we? Oh yes, I believe you were mentioning something about my prospects for seeing your underwear."

 

[SexyChele]

The speed that he dragged me through the bar, lobby, and then into the elevator takes my breath away. I'm so shocked by his actions that I can do little in the way of protest.

Now I'm sitting on the bed, looking up at him with fear in my eyes. It crosses my mind that women have been killed in situations like this, and I may very well end up as one of them.

Mustering up a false sense of bravado, I begin to edge along the side of the bed.

"You know, if you touch me that is considered rape? I could get you into some serious trouble, so why not just leave and nobody has to know about this?"

He sees that I am trying to make my way to the phone, and as I try to scramble for it, he lunges at it, tearing it from the wall and throws it to the floor.

"No, I don't think you need to make any phone calls tonight. And rape? What makes you think I'm going to rape you?"

I look up at him confused, shaking my head. Then it dawns on me - he's expecting me to be a willing accomplice. As the realization dawns on me, I squeeze past him and try to make my way to the door. Laughing, he grabs me easily by the arm, twisting until it hurts slightly and throws me back on the bed. I hear a ripping sound and a rush of cool air. When I look down, I see all the buttons of the blazer have been ripped open and my skirt has ridden up to my crotch.

I try to cover myself while starting to scream. In an instant, he's on top of me, his hand covering my mouth the other hand pawing at the blazer, tearing and ripping the material exposing the black lace bra beneath. He leans back slight to observe my breasts heaving, the flesh almost overflowing the delicate lace barrier. His rough hands run over my flesh as I start to squirm and fight, but his weight holds me in check.

Looking at me with a smug look, I feel his hand reach down and begin tearing at the skirt, ripping the material away from my body. I feel his hand against my skin as I see him move his eyes lower - taking in my flat stomach, black lace garter belt, and black lace thong. Moving his hands lower still, he runs his fingers over the lacy tops of the black stockings I'm wearing.

Quickly tearing a piece of material from the remnant of my skirt, he forces it between my lips, securing it behind my head. I begin to choke - I'd never been gagged before! I start to struggle even more, and before I know it, he has the phone cord and has turned me onto my stomach and is securing my hands behind my back.

"There, that should hold you for a while, until I'm done looking at what you've so generously put on display here."

 

[unit555]

This wasn't how I planned it but she left me no choice. I thought she would realize just how badly she needed a man and give in. Oh well, She'd realize it soon enough.


It was quite an erotic vision stretche dout on the bed. A beautiful bound girl. She could have posed for a lingerie catalog with her body encased in the black stocking. The bra and thong were exactly what I had envisioned.

I used my index and middle fingers to trace patterns along her body. I moved along her tight abdomen and up the swells of her rbeasts. As a gently traced the orbs, still within the lacy bra, I couldn't help but notice her nipples getting hard. I moved back down her belly and over the front of her panties. Her eyes got wide when she thought I would touch her pussy. All in good time.

The silk of her panties hugged her skin perfectly. She was undoubtably clean shaven. I moved past her pussy to her legs. I traced long paths up and down her firm thighs. The smooth silk of the stockings made my cock swirl in my pants as it began to harden. I gently snappe dthe garter belt and reached up to the gag in her mouth.

"If you scream, you'll wish you hadn't." I undid the gag.

I kept caressing her body as I spoke.

"Now Cathy, we have some desicions to make about our relationship. Perhaps we should discuss our expectations for the evening. I expect that I will enjoy fucking you and in turn, you will love getting fucked by me. The only question is: how will we proceed."

 

[SexyChele]

His hands running along my body was causing me to react - in a way totally against my will. As his hands continued over my body, I could feel the wetness between my thighs begin to soak into the thong I was wearing. As he drew closer, I feared he may learn of it, but he bypassed my pussy entirely. Was he teasing me? Did he already suspect?

I look down and notice my nipples are hard and poking through the lace of my bra. When I look up at him, he smiles knowingly. Yes, he knows - all too well - what his hands are doing to my body.

When he removed the gag, I was tempted to scream, but his threat brought back thoughts of being shoved and tied up and I knew he would mean what he said.

I lay there looking up at him as he speaks of him fucking me. How I will enjoy it! What arrogance! Yet, taking stock of the situation, I realize I have few, if little, options. Feeling my wrists becoming uncomfortable behind my back, I squirm a little and he smiles appreciatively at the way my body moves against its bonds.

Taking a deep breath, I look up at him, studying him, before speaking.

"How shall we proceed? It would appear to me that you have total advantage of the situation, unless there is something you can do to convince me that I will enjoy being fucked by you!"

 

[unit555]

She looked so good struggling against the ties that held her wrists. Here she was at my mercy. It reminded me of the books and movies where men ruled and women were their prizes. I would enjoy my prize and I'd see to that she did as well. She would beg me to fuck her before I was through. I could not tell if I felt like a predator or a conquerer but I loved it.

I could smell her sex as I continued to caress her body. I did not speak but kept staring her in the eyes until it was obvious the silence was making her even more uncomfortable.

I stood up without a word nd began to remove my clothes. My shirt came off revealing my muscular torso. Working for a living may not pay much but it helps you stay in shape.

I kicked off my shoes and socks and stood there in my jeans. I finally spoke. She jumped at the words as though my soft sentence had shook the walls. "Since you seem to have some question about enjoying yourself I guess I wil have to convince you." I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to the floor. My cock was rock hard and pushing to escape my briefs. Her eyes flew open wide when the reality of what was happening hit her. They grew even wider when I pushed my briefs down and revealed eleven inches of hard meat. My cock was thick, long , and uncircumsized. Most girls had a hard time taking it all. Tough price to pay, huh? But I'm not complaining.

I sat down next to her. "You seem to be overdressed Cathy. Why don't you let me help you." I reached up and undid the front clasp of her bra. It snapped open and her full breasts parted. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I leaned down and took the closest nipple in my mouth. Her body betrayed her with a small moan as I began to suck on the nub.

My hand reached down to stroke the front of her panties. They were soaked. I knew she could not help herself. I continued to caress her cunt lips through the silky material unitl her hips moved slightly. She tried to resist and play down each step but I had all night to turn her on.

Her panties were outside the garter belt. Sensible girl. Without warning I ripped the delicate thong from her hips. My hand immediately began to caress her outer lips. My fingers spread the moisture around her crotch. Soon I plowed a finger between her outer lips and began to trace the inner lips. I had not penetrated her or touched her clit. That would come later.

"Well Cathy, have I convinced you yet or do you require something more?" My fingers continued to idly trace her lips while avoiding her clit. When she parted her lips to speak I brought my hand up and stroked her clit deeply with firm circles around the shaft and head.

 

[SexyChele]

As his lips wrapped around my taut nipple, shots of pleasure coursed through my body and no matter how much I tried to fight it, a moan escaped my lips. As he continued to lick and suck, I could feel my back arching against my will, straining for him to take more of my breast into his mouth.

As the thong is ripped from my body, I catch my breath. But before I can say anything, his fingers are tracing my lips. The way his fingers are moving along my delicate flesh I can tell that they are covered in the juices from my pussy. I blush scarlet at the thought of my body betraying itself for this man.

As his fingers move further in, tracing along the inner lips, my body screams out for him to penetrate me, to touch my clit. I can feel myself losing control, even though I try to fight it - it is a losing battle. As he continues to stroke and trace, looking at me as his lips and teeth tease and play with my nipples, my body starts to shiver with anticipation.

Over and over, I keep telling myself that I must not give into this man. I must try to stay strong and resist. But even as the words echo through my head, I know that my body will give in eventually - if he keeps up what he is doing.

"Well Cathy, have I convinced you yet or do you require something more?"

As I prepare to answer him, his finger is suddenly on my clit - stroking, rubbing, finally paying attention to the one area of my body that has already surrendered. The scathing remark I had planned to make dies on my tongue as I hear moans of pleasure escape my lips. My hips start to move against his hand, and my thighs spread open to his touch. I want to feel him slide his finger deep into me, while at the same time I want him to leave me alone!

Before I can even realize what my mind is thinking, I hear my voice speaking -

"More, oh, yes, more, please!"

At the sound of my voice, my eyes fly open and I see him grinning down at me - the scars more highlighted than ever. Too late to take back the words - not even sure if my body wants to at this point ~

 

[unit555]

I smiled to myself. The inner woman was finally coming out. The one who didn't want to have to be powerful and in charge. This was the woman who needed something more basic. I left her hands tied behind her back. I was certain she wouldn't try to run but I wanted to keep her in this submissive position. I continued to worry her clit and lips. I dip down and slip first one then two fingers inside her. Her juices flow so freely there is initially no resistance to my penetration. I hook my finger and search for her g-spot. I know I have found it when her muscles contract around my fingers.

I move onto the bed. I position my knees around her head and lower my head down between her legs. No need for delicacy. She begs for release. My tongue goes straight to her clit. When she opens her mouth to groan in pleasure my hand guides my hard cock into her mouth. The girth is nearly too much for her. I slowly start to slide my tool in and out of her warm wet mouth. With each thrust I go a little deeper to see how much she will take.

I continue to worry her clit. She bends her knees and trieds to bring me closer to her body. I realize we are in a position in which she can only partially participate and my sense of power is heightened. My cock is in her mouth and she tries to give me the blowjob she knows I want. She tries to move her hips to heighten her own pleasure as my tongue and fingers continue their assault on her sex. But her hands are tied and she can only thrash about in response to her pleasure. She has no control. She depends on me to lead her to a climax.

 

[SexyChele]

As his lips wrap around my clit, my last conscious resistance breaks down. My body tenses in anticipation as my hands pull against their bonds. Just as my body begins to relax, I cry out at the pleasure, and find his massive cock shoved into my mouth.

The sheer size and girth are remarkable. As my mouth stretches to try to accommodate, I find I can only take in about a third. Yet, still he pushes down, then back out, then down - trying to fit his entire erection into my mouth! My mouth stretches almost painfully, and I watch in disbelief as his cock slowly enters my mouth - a little more each time. I feel as though I cannot take any more, and yet still he drills my mouth. Finally, his cock hits the back of my throat, and he leaves it there. I feel my breath being cut off and I start to gag on hard meat. I struggle to free my mouth, but with my hands behind my back, his body has me pinned to the bed and I am at his mercy.

I start to scream around his cock, begging him to pull out slightly. I hear him laugh against my clit, before he raises his hips slightly, allowing air to once again enter my lungs. To try to prevent him from repeating that, I begin to suck as hard as I can on his cock, as my tongue darts around the head - probing, proding, and teasing.

His tongue on my clit causes me to want to reach down and grab his head and push him further onto my body. But my hands are tied. I realize the helplessness of my situation - and the frustration that comes with it.

My hips start moving against his mouth, begging for release. My mouth is sucking him harder and harder, yet I've never before given a man a blowjob by just sucking him off - will I be able to do it? I put my concentration into the task of tasting him, sucking him, teasing him.

Suddenly, almost against my will, I feel an orgasm starting to build within my body. My hips move frantically towards his face, my mouth moaning around his cock. With the hard cock meat in my mouth, I begin to beg this man for release, as though I were a common whore. Normally, I would be shamed beyond imagination, but, in the present situation, I find myself being even more aroused by the idea of being used in such a way.

 

[unit555]

I pull my cock from her mouth. She'll finish me soon enough. First, I want to hear her cries and screams as she hits her first climax. I begin to lick her clit with long firm strokes. I insert the finger of my right hand back into her body and gently saw in and out of her pleasure. My left arm circles her hip and caresses her firm ass cheeks.

I increase the rapidity of my tongue against her clit. Soon I am assaulting her small organ with a flurry of attention. My fingers continue to stroke in her wetness. My other hand can feel the juices from her shameless pleasure running down her ass onto the bedspread. The middle finger of my left hand moves to the small sphincter of her behind and spreads the moisture around the small ring of muscle.

Her moans increase. She keeps calling out "yes, yes" Her words soon degenerate to gibberish. I keep up the pressure until I push her over the edge. At the exact moment of her orgasm I slip my figer into her ass and suck on her clit as the waves begin to pass over her.

 

[SexyChele]

As his cock slides out of my mouth, I find that I actually crave it - until my mind registers what his tongue, lips, and fingers are doing to my pussy. My hips start to buck against his face, as my cries of pleasure fill the room. I pull frantically against the bonds that hold my hands behind me, aching to touch his body, to hold his head more firmly against me.

I realize I am completely at his mercy to deliver the ultimate pleasure to me, and in my cries I beg him not to stop. I feel his fingers fucking my cunt as his tongue almost attacks my clit. The wave of pleasure begins to build inside of me, slowly creeping outwards, until it consumes me. I cry out towards the ceiling, my body shaking, hips bucking. I realize his finger is buried in my ass, and this only prolongs my orgasm, making it seem almost endless in its intensity.

Cresting on the wave of pleasure, I forget the struggle, the disgust at first meeting this man - my body is responding to him at the height of pleasure, as I give myself over willingly to him.

As the wave descends and crashes, and my orgasm ebbs from my body, I throw my head back on the pillows, breathing deeply, my clit now extremely sensitive to any touch - even the slight rush of air from the air conditioning causes a slight tingling.

I remember now how easily I came, how quickly I let this man take control of my body, and shame overcomes me. How could I have done this? And......what will he do now?

 

[unit555]

Her orgasm is amazing. She screamed, she cried, she thrashed around on the bed. Her legs clamped around my head as she rode through her pleasure.

As she came down from her high, I rolled off her body and lay next to her in the bed. "I told you, you were going to enjoy my touch. Now I believe you have something to finish. Do a good job and I'll see to it the first cum was merely a warm up."

I didn't release her hands. She would have to make it work with only her mouth. I placed my hands behind my head and looked down proudly at my huge erection standing above me. She looked over at my tool and I squeezed the muscles in my pelvis to make my cock flex and swell, just to show her I could.

"Don't keep me waiting, Cathy. I've got a hell of a load built up for you."

 

[SexyChele]

My cheeks turn crimson at the implication of his words - at how easy it was for him to cause my body to react to him. As he laid on his back, his erection standing proudly, twitching and bobbing before me, I looked at his face. The slightly smug smile, the arrogance in his demeanor -- was at once repulsive and alluring.

Gathering myself on my knees, doing my best to balance myself with my hands tied behind me, I lean down and begin to lick the shaft of his hard cock from base to head and all around. I feel his cock throb against my tongue, and I am awed by the sheer size of him.

Leaning down further, I begin to lick his balls, my tongue darting and moving and licking the tender skin. Slowly, gently, I take first one ball and then the other into my mouth sucking on them gently and slowly. I hear him groan, and feel his hand working its way through my hair.

Releasing his balls, I move my tongue up his shaft to the head. Working my tongue under the foreskin, I circle the delicate head beneath. My teeth and tongue play teasingly with the foreskin surrounding his cock. Making a tight seal with my lips, I begin to suck as I make my way slowly down his cock, pushing the foreskin back over his cock and concentrating on the soft skin of the head. Running my tongue over and over the head, I hear him moan and his hips begin to buck towards my face.

Keeping my balance become increasingly more difficult. As my mouth sinks slowly down his shaft, his bucking against my face causes me to lose my balance, and I fall between his legs, his cock going fully into my mouth. I begin to gag, and start to choke slightly, as I hear him groan and feel his hand go to the back of my head and start to push down harder.

At the sounds I make, I hear him chuckle slightly, before he lifted me slightly up to allow me suck him fully. Regaining my balance slightly, I begin to bob my head up and down, increasing the suction on his cock, hearing his moans increase....

 

[unit555]

For a princess on a power trip she was really quite good. When I had enough of her teasing I grabbed her hair and twisted it in my hand. I began to force her down further on my cock until she began to gag. The pleasure was immense. We had been at this long enough that I NEEDED to cum. I didn't last nearly as long as I would have liked. I could have basked in the pleasure for hours but my body had other ideas.

I could feel the burning deep in my balls and my seed rushed to escape. My cock flexed and swelled before it began to spew. I held her mouth over the first few inches of my cock.

"Oh God," I cried "swallow Cathy, swallow"

She did her best to keep up with the spew that came from my rod but it was more than she could handle. Eventually the cum escaped from the seal of her mouth on my cock and ran down my rod onto my balls and thighs. I pushed her down and forced her to lick me clean.

Then, without warning, I stood and bound her hnds to the headboard. She was initially dumbfounded then started to protest. I immediately pushed the gag back between her lips and covered her eyes. Then I dressed and left the room.

I was only gone a short time, perhaps 30 minutes when I returned. She raised her head as if to discover who had entered.

 

[SexyChele]

Before I knew what had happened, I suddenly found myself bound to the headboard, a gag in my mouth and my eyes covered. I hear the door of the room closing, and my heart starts to thud crazily.

What if he is gone for good? What if he has left me here - tied naked to the bed for some hotel staffperson to find? What if he returns?

I start to fight against the restraints, only to find that I am securely bound and cannot escape. The gag is stuffed into my mouth firmly, so the only noise I make is muffled murmurs. Now more embarassed than anything else, I begin to think of what options I have. And quickly come up with - none.

I begin to think back on sucking his cock and I can feel my face burn at the thought that I actually liked it. How could my body so betray me? The taste of his cum, his cock stretching my mouth, all combined to make me feel so much like a slut. And although my face was burning scarlet, my body was already yearning for his touch.

Damn him! Damn my body! I hoped he WAS gone! So what if a staffperson found me? I could easily say I had been raped. A man like that would be easy enough for the police to find - I'm sure he had been in trouble with the law before.

Suddenly, I hear the door open, and my heart begins to thud. I turn my head instinctively towards the sound, even though I cannot see anything.

"Ah, so I see you have waited for me. Good. Now we can really begin the party. I have some things here that should prove quite interesting. Oh. And I brought a friend - I didn't think you would mind."

My mind froze in terror at the thought of another person seeing me in the condition that I was in. I suddenly felt hands on my legs, working their way up to my hips and waist. But were the hands his? Or some one else's?

 

[unit555]

Her head fell back on the pillow in resignation when she heard my voice. I undressed without saying anything else and sat down on the bed behind her.

I began to caress her thighs, then her smooth public region, then finally her still-swollen lips and clit. She started to become moist once again. This girl was a sexual time bomb looking for a place to go off. 'Good thing I stopped by when I did.' I chuckled to myself. I reached up and removed her gag.

I pulled her knees up and spread her legs so her pussy and behind were wide open. I then reached into a paper bag and pulled out the items I had gone out to find. Bound and blindfolded she had no idea what was happening but she moved her head around when she heard the new sound. A string of 5 anal beads dangled on a string in front of me. I quickly lubed them and went back to caressing her wet lips and rear. Soon her hips began to gyrate in response to my ministrations.

I worked my way down her tasty behind and placed the tip of my finger at the entrance to her ass. The little puckered ring resisted. "No. please dont" she moaned.

I quickly popped the first bead into her behind without warning. She cried out in shock and surprise. Soon I had all five beads resting comfortably in her body and caressed her once again.