Down the Stairs

The way you are stumbling around, I can hear you as soon as you get out of the bed and start getting dressed. As you stagger toward the door, I get up off the couch and grab you by the arm and force you to sit down on the couch where I have been sleeping.

"If you think you are leaving, then I will take you back to your car. I don't feel safe letting you just walk out of here on your own. Is that what you want me to do?"
 
Shocked by the surprising strength the man she is like a rag doll in his hands. She collapses into the couch. Looking up at the older man she is nervous and turned on remembering the night before. Her eyes slide down from the man's face to his waist.
"Yes that would be nice" she says. "But first can you tell me if you are Emily's dad or not?" she asks as her eyes cannot help but glance back at his bulging shorts.
"Last night, although vague, was hot" she says quietly looking away. She is unaware that her nipples are clearly visible under her tee shirt. She looks back up at the man.
 
"I don't know who the fuck Emily is or who you think I am. As I see you, you have two choices. I'll take you back to the club and you can find you car and we'll forget about last night, or you can get in the shower and finish sobering up and then I'll fuck your brains out. Which will it be?"
 
"Oh gosh" she says flustered by his forwardness. "Emily was a friend of mine from back home and you have an uncanny resemblance to her dad. I did not mean to anger you but it is uncanny" Robin says crossing her legs and arms uncomfortably. "So we have never met before last night? and I sucked you cock as I recall" she continues as the scenes begin to solidify in her memory. "And you liked it" her face turns up at him with a small smile.
Leaning back on the couch she can feel his desire on her body like a blanket. She takes it in and then asks "you would let me walk out that door? I mean you are a good looking man but how often do you find yourself in hotel rooms with a twenty two year old who has already sucked your cock in public and would have little defense against whatever that head of yours might desire" her words scared and turned her on. The idea of being force had always been a dark fantasy.
"Perhaps we should order room service and discuss it?" she said with a air of arrogance and control. "Or do you have a wife and kids to get back to?"
 
Smiling as you try to appear in control of the situation . . . what a laugh that is. "As I recall, you're the one who initiated sucking my cock in the club last night. You couldn't seem to wait to get my dick down your throat. And now you want to order room service and discuss what is going to happen next? You need to get a life, little girl!!"

Having been with several females in my life, I also detect the signs of someone how needs, and wants. to be taken forcefully . . . not abusively, but definitely controlled.

"Room service later. For now, get undressed, or be undressed by me!!"
 
Robin nervously eyed the path to the door and tried to determine if should could make it or if she wanted to. Her eyes returned to the stranger as images of his cock and memory of his cum pumping into her mouth last night returned. She felt her body answer her fight or flight question.

"You think you can take me? I grew up with three older brothers." she says pulling her legs up under her on the couch as if she is ready to bolt or defend herself.

The idea of being forced has always been high on her list but never had the right boyfriend to ask to do it. She was afraid they would think she was crazy or a nympho or something worse. Now she knew this man was not going to back down. It was a question of how hard to fight. From the bulge in his pants he was as excited as she.

"Let's see how much he wants me" she thought before springing off the couch headed towards the door. Her bare feet hit the carpet...
 
It's as if I can read your mind . . . before you leap off the couch, I am standing in front of the door and catch you in my arms. "OK, enough game playing!"

Carrying you back into the bedroom, I reach in my suitcase and grab a couple of belts before depositing you on the bed again. Ripping your t-shirt off over your head, I grab a wrist and secure it to a corner of the bed with one belt, then the same with the other wrist. You can still thrash around with your feet . . .. so, off come your jeans, which I use to secure one ankle to a corner of the bed . . . only one ankle to go, which I can tie down with a towel from the bathroom.

There you are, naked except for you panties, bound in the middle of my bed. "OK, Missy, what is next? You tell me."
 
"fuck you!" Robin shouts as she struggles with her bonds.

"What do I want huh? You tied me up, you must want something." she hisses at her master. Calming down she realizes this is exactly what she has been fantasizing about. An older man, tying her up, using her young body for his pleasure.

"How do I look? Gonna take a picture to remember this before you climb in to bed with your wife back home?" she asks slightly turning the tables. "Most guys would have already been here and cum but I guess it takes time for the viagra to kick in huh?" she smiles figuring she has nothing to lose at this point. Her panties are soaked and there is no denying hard big stiff nipples aren't enjoying this.

"Why don't you at least let me see what it is you are going to use on me" she asks looking at the bulge in his pants.
 
"Don't worry, little girl, you'll see it when I get ready to show you. I'll give you something to compare those college boy dicks you've been fucking up till now! You will find out that us 'older' guys don't just fuck; we make love."

Stepping up to the bed, I reach between your legs and run my fingers over your panties, already soaked with your pussy juices. Pressing the material into your swollen opening, my finger immediately finds a hard clit . . . not so little anymore. Even with your panties between my finger and your clit, the pressure from my finger has you squirming . . . your whole body begging for release!!
 
Helpless she feels her body reacting to the man. He is aggressive and confident, yet calm and measured. His fingers sends a shudder through her body which stiffens every fiber as she melts.

"Oh god" she moans without thinking. Her body is on fire and aches for this but her mind is racing. She is not going anywhere until this man releases her. But does she want to be released?

She lifts her head and looks as he is focused between her legs. His lap holds a sizable bulge and as she remembers from the night before, a sizable cock. Her nipples are rock hard as his finger rubs her clit and lips now through her soaked panties.

She knows her parents will call today and eventually get worried if they do not hear form her by tomorrow. Oh god by tomorrow, her need fills her but he is slow and almost painful in his approach.

He looks up at her as her face begs "more" silently. Her tight young body is a man's fantasy and now in a locked hotel room, hidden from the world this man has it. He has her and there would be little defense against anything he wants after her public display of cock sucking the night before.
 
Watching the look on our face . . . the lust becoming more obvious as time moves slowly . . . at least it seems to move slowly. My cock is rock hard in my slacks, but, not quite ready to give you the satisfaction of seeing it . . . or even feeling it slide deep in your dripping pussy.

As my fingers continue to play with you thru your panties, your moans increase in intensity . . . "So, are your ready to cum for me?"

Stepping away from you for a moment, I quickly grab a pair of scissors from my briefcase, and with two quick cuts, your panties are free and I yank them from you and toss them to your clothes on the floor.

My fingers are now on your naked cunt, probing and thrusting inside you . . .
 
Fighting her animal instincts she bites her lip but now that his flesh is against hers there is little choice. Her big blue eyes bulged from her head as her mouth silently opened. Her back arched but she could not move her precious flesh from the fingers, the fingers now circling and sliding. She tried to free her arms as she writhed on the bed under his touch but she was bound.

"You are making me crazy" she said quietly as her hips now, locked as her legs stiffened. "You are going to make me cum" she confessed looking into his eyes for any sense of his true desires.
 
"Cum, you little slut. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers when you cum. Then I'll give you what you really want . . . a hard cock in your tight pussy."

Taking my fingers out of your pussy, I slide it between your lips, "Now you can taste your own juices." Quickly replacing that finger in your pussy with my other hand, I finger fuck you even harder . . . going to see just how hard your orgasm will be.
 
Trying to keep her mouth closed Robin turned her head away from his fingers coated with her juices. He grabbed her head by her scalp and forced them into her mouth. She tasted herself and somehow was aroused. This forceful manhandling was triggering something in her she had not thought about in a long time.

His fingers now wet with her saliva drove back into her lips wetter than ever sending waves of intense stimulus through her. She did not find it pleasurable or painful but something in between and something she wanted more of.

He was jack hammering two fingers into her engorged pussy but it was the heel of his palm hitting her clit that was sending her into orbit. She tried to resist but her body could not. She arched on the bed stretching her binds as his fingers were squeezed within her.

"Oh fuck!" she grunted as her point of no return was past. She silently shook as his palm continued pounding against her clit. He seemed to be unaware of what the true stimulus was and moved three fingers then four into her and neglecting her clit in the process but it did not matter as she exhaled. He sensed she had peaked and stopped his assault.

Robin regained her focus and stared up at the man. So vulnerable, so unable to resist him. What would he do next? How long could he put off his own release?
 
As you finally give in to the sensations between your thighs, your orgasm taking over your entire body . . . the tremors racking your bound body giving you away. I step back and finally strip, revealing my rock hard cock to your eyes; yes, I know you saw it last night in the bar as you drained my balls of a load of cum, but now, harder than last night, skin stretched tight over my shaft and head . . . balls full of another load . . . my lust enflamed by watching your bound body giving in to my fingers.

I crawl on to the bed between your bound ankles and settle between your still quivering thighs . . . cock in hand, rubbing the head between your dripping lips . . . one solid thrust and I am buried balls deep in your pussy . . .

As I stretch out over your naked body . . . hard nipples on your breasts, lust in your eyes . . . I reach up and untie one of your wrists . . . then the other . . . "Time to fuck, Robin . . . time for you to give yourself to a real man!"
 
The freedom of the rope slipping from Robin's wrist is immediately replaced by the sensation of his cock inside her. Hi hips driving into her and all she can do is reach out and hold on. She can smell his breath as he grunts and groans, working himself into a frenzy.

She looks into his eyes as he are incensed, not angry but driven. Resistance would be futile if her body even wanted to. Her head thrown back into the bed as her back arches under his weight and hips rise taking him even deeper into her constricting folds.

"Fuck Yes...." she hisses as her hands slam into the mattress and claw at the sheets for something to hold onto. Moaning as his hands grope and feel every inch of her body. Her ass is tight in his big hands as he slows his thrusts and seems to be savoring the sensation of her tight young body. She can only look at him unsure when her next orgasm will rip through her body.

She looks away ashamed as the words slip from her mouth "don't stop."
 
"Don't worry about that, slut . . . I'm not going to stop until your pussy is full of my cum. Isn't that what you've been waiting for?" Seems like you are trying to play the good girl that wants her naughty side to come out and play.

Thrusting once more, I grind you ass against the bed, "Come on Robin, tell me what you really want. I want to hear you say it!"
 
"OH christ yes! Fuck me fuck me hard! HARDER!" Robin yelled at the older man now balls deep in her. "Yeah that's it" she sighs as he bangs her into the headboard. "Harder. make me feel how much you want me, how much you dream of a tight young woman while at home with that cold bitchy wife!" she was off the hook at this point. She was so turned on being the back girl she could hardly remember her name and it felt so good.

He manipulated her body, first on her back then on her knees. Then he put her on top and let her use him before returning her to her back where he pounded. She sensed he was nearing orgasm and wrapped her legs around his hips,

"Fuck yeah Pump that seed deep in me: she hissed staring up wide eyed at her partner.
 
"Yessss, you little slut . . . you're just learning how to fuck . . . that little cold woman at home can give lessons on fucking . . . your just a cunt to me!"

Slamming into you once more, I arch my back and my hot load begins to fill your pussy . . . knowing that your own pussy will explode once you feel my hot seed spurting deep in you.

"Now, Robin . . . cum like the little slut you are!!"
 
Like magic, his words trigger her and she arches her back as he pulsates his seed into her. She feels her muscles constricting and begins to shake withe intensity. "How could being treated so badly make me cum so hard?" flashes through her head as she closes her eyes and enjoys the pleasure spreading through her. She reaches as he pulls back but he is gone leaving a void inside her.

"Where are you goin?" she asks looking desperate. "I want, no need more" her voice sounding more serious. "Please I will do all the work, please let me have some more..."
 
"What makes you think you have earned anymore?" Sitting back on the edge of the bed, I look over at you . . . your eyes begging, your words desperate . . .

Knowing that I would love to dive between your thighs and eat my cum out of your pussy . . . that would definitely bring you another orgasm . . . but no, you don't deserve that prize right now.

"On your back . . . finger fuck yourself . . . maybe than I will give you something more."
 
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