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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She smoothed her black dress down in the mirror as her husband looked on, "do you really have to go tonight?" he asked, a slight nervousness in his voice. She sighed, preparing herself for the lie. "You know I do, tonight is so important for the company and all us staff have to show willing and make the bosses look good to the investors" she didn't look directly at him, she did it through the mirror, under her hair. He pouted slightly and sounding resigned, he agreed, she must go.
Lyra felt guilty... she really did. She loved her husband, but wasn't in love with him. She wasn't going to a business dinner, or meeting investors. She was going to a hotel, to meet a man who wanted to do inexplicable things to her. She wanted him to do them to her. She reasoned with herself that it wasn't cheating. It was just sex, just fulfilling a carnal desire. True intimacy was what she had at home, seeking that anywhere else would be cheating.
She slipped on her heels, and kissed her husband, Kevin, goodbye. "You can text me, if you like" she smiled, hoping that he wouldn't. "Okay, baby" he responded "have a nice time." He didn't sound sincere. He felt like something wasn't right, he just didn't know what. Lyra gave a little wave as she slipped out the door. She got into her car and took a deep breath. Nervousness and excitement fought in her stomach.
Arriving at the Hilton, she looked up and down the building. 'Wow' she thought 'here goes nothing' and stepped inside the building. The reception was beautiful. Marble floors and desk, her heels clanked noisily on the floor. "Mr Clarkes room please, he's expecting me." She said assertively, convinced that the receptionist knew why she was here. The receptionist, barely looking up from her desk directed her, "Room 203, into the lift 3rd floor, 4th door from the left". Lyra nodded and made her way.
Inside the lift her stomach did flips. Will this man be everything he seemed? She had met him on a fetish website and he had ticked all of her boxes.
As the lift opened, she made her way to the the door. Before she could knock, it opened. There stood one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. He was wearing nothing but a towel. Still glistening from the shower. "Hello my slutty thing" he purred. Lyra could feel herself melting. Her pussy moistening just with his voice. She smiled coyly and walked inside. James was everything he had promised so far and she couldn't wait to see if he held up the rest of promises. Immediately, he pulled her to him, kissing her softly, lifting her dress over her head to reveal her black lacy lingerie. He smiled and nodded, gesturing that he approved. "I'm glad you wore black" he said "it goes wonderfully with my restraints." He nodded towards the bed, and Lyra could see he had an under mattress restraint system, it made her wet. Wondering what he had in store.
He turned her round, sweeping her long auburn hair from her shoulders, he then placed a blindfold on her and told her to drop to her knees. Lyra obliged, and soon she felt a brushing against her lips, she put her hand up to feel a large, hard cock. She opened her mouth obediantly, and took his length deep, swirling her tongue around him. He tasted delicious. She let out a little moan. Which prompted James to push a little further. Lyra relaxed and allowed him to enter her throat. He let out a little moan, and instantly got wetter. She sucked like pro, there was no denying that. James placed his hand on her head and started to gently fuck her face. Realising she could handle it, he upped his pace, Lyra remained still, relaxing her jaw and throat. She loved that he was taking his pleasure from her. He pulled back, and sprayed her face with his delicious hot cum. Lyra licked her lips, tasting him was amazing. "Thank you," she gasped. He smiled at her, yes, she definitely was his slutty thing. Everything she had promised him. "Up." He commanded "I want you on the bed." Lyra stood up, and felt him guide her to the bed. He lay her down and restrained her arms and legs. This was going to be torture for her. She wanted so desperately to touch him. Those strong arms, that washboard stomach. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and cling to his muscular back for dear life. Her thoughts were interrupted as James started gently kissing her neck. He popped her breasts over the top of her bra and started licking and sucking her nipples in turn. She groaned, wanting him inside her. He started to bite her nipples, she tasted good. He loved feeling her writhe underneath him. He reached into her panties and felt her wet pussy. She gasped. He plunged his fingers into her and she let out a moan. He wanted to fuck her, but he'd make her wait yet. With one last hard bite on her nipple he moved away, off of the bed.
Lyra could hear him moving around the room, unzipping something. She heard him step back towards the bed and felt him straddle her on the bed. "Be brave my slutty thing" he whispered and she felt a plug enter her pussy. She knew he was just lubing it up... Sure enough she felt the rubber intruder push slowly against her tight arsehole. She took a deep breath and tried to relax to allow him entry. A slight burning pain took hold but God, she loved it. Feeling her arse full, she needed him to fuck her. "Please," she mewed "fuck me now." He grinned and teased her wanting pussy with the hard tip of his cock. She groaned and wiggled her hips, wanting more. Without warning, he pushed his entire length into her with one thrust. She felt him pound against her cervix and gave out a guttural groan. He pounded harder and faster, her pussy feeling so tight and wet. He clasped his hand around her throat and growled "You're mine tonight slutty thing, that door is locked until tomorrow morning." She moaned, the pressure of the plug and his huge cock inside her was almost too much to take. Her pussy began throbbing and James tightened his grip on her throat. "I didn't say you could cum." He whispered in her ear. Lyra didn't know if she could fight it... the feelings building... burning inside her. "I will spank you if you cum." He said, louder this time. That tipped her over the edge. The thought of Lyra being spanked hard exploded her into orgasm. She felt like she had melted into a puddle. His cock pulsing inside her, her pussy still throbbing, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to" she panted. "You're a bad girl, you know what's coming now." He released the leg restraints and told her to roll over. "On to your knees." Her arms crossed over still restrained, and as she shuffled onto her knees, she felt the butt plug shift. Oh god this felt good.
James rubbed his hand gently over her arse cheek. "I told you not to cum, slutty thing. This won't work if you don't do as you're told." He struck her hard and fast with his bare hand. It stung and burned hot throbbing in the shape of his hand. Before she could even register, he had struck her again, in the same place. She cried out, tears streaming down her face, and he struck her again, and again and again. He released her hands and took her blindfold off. Pulling her onto his knee, he brushed her hair out of her face. She could feel his cock was still hard beneath her. "Now, now, slutty thing. Don't make me do that again, please. I want to enjoy your body, and I want you to do as you're told. Let me kiss you better..." he grinned, laying down onto the bed, he pulled her so she was knelt over his face. She felt his warm hot mouth lap at her pussy. His long, expert tongue exploring her hole. Her pussy betrayed her, that spanking hurt but she couldn't deny she liked it.
As she felt her arse bruising and throbbing... she thought to herself... "Tonight is going to a night to remember..."
To Be Continued.... |
