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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It’s two days after my naughty hotel romp and my clit is still sore lol… My sub was a very obedient and sexy boy! I tried to look so calm and collected when I met him outside the hotel, but truthfully, I was nervous, not sure I should be doing it and I knew that he knew I was already wet for him. But he didn’t know my clit was throbbing faster than a marathon runner and I was panting with lust. He looked so smart and sexy, and I craned my neck to look into his eyes that shone with lustful and mischievous thoughts. He told me that he had a surprise for his mistress. I wondered what it could be, besides his cock. He promply handed me his blue underpants crumpled up like a hanky, followed by a blindfold. Being in the middle of the street, I blushed. Of course, he knew it would make me blush. I giggled in disbelief. He was commando beneath the fine weave of his expensive suit and putting a new twist on the term all fur coat and no knickers. I stared at his pants in my hand despite the fact I had hinted he should do such a thing. Conscious that people might see, I dropped his pants into my carrier bag, containing chocolate and fruit shoots. Anyway, I gave him my key card and told him to have a coffee, while I headed up to the room to put on my sexy black crotchless number. Biting my lip and with hands trembling all clammy, I texted him, ordering him up to my room. While I waited, sat provocatively on the bed, deciding whether my legs should be closed or open, the anticipation inside me built up like corn kernels exploding into popcorn. I could hardly breathe. I was so heated with want, I thought I was going to spontaneously combust. The minutes seemed to freeze into forever to stop him from entering my room, but then, I heard the click of the door. He was in the room. Like a ghost from my past, he entered so quietly. Only this time, I was not afraid of him. My breath faltered as I watched him walk over to me and I confess that I stripped him with my eyes. I was gagging for him. For over a week, I had imagined this specific moment, replaying it over and over in my mind because I just couldn’t help myself. And the moment didn’t disappoint. He stopped by the bed, hovering over me, all obedient and expectant. I saw sex lusting hot and salicious in his eyes. Unlike my first time with him, which was fraught with my virginal nerves and a lifelong fear of men, this time our connection was more magnetic. Our lips connected in tongue sharing kisses, delicious warm sexy kisses that stirred a ravonous lioness below. I instructed him to take off his clothes. Yet, our lips kept pressing together in naughty neediness. My hands unbuttoned his shirt to bare his sexy chest. He smelt divine. So edible. So lickable. So fuckable. And I was so desperate to taste him. I realised that I had transformed from a sweet daisy into a man eating Venus fly trap. I wanted to swallow him whole. My fingers fumbled to undo his pants and I salivated as his pants fell to the floor. No longer petrified of his penis. A few seconds later, and after more kissing, I instructed him to get on to the bed, where I blindfolded him and teased him. I loved playing with his cock, yanking on his shaft, rolling it between my hands, licking it and sucking on it and tasting his salty pre cum. Now, cock was my favourite lollipop. Then, being a very hungry and greedy mistress, I instructed him to rub my clit, to finger fuck me and to go down on me and he happily and hungrily obliged. And wow, what this sexy man can do with his mouth and tongue! It goes beyond any words of description. All I know, I writhed under his mouth and people must have heard me moan half way down the corridor. Not that I cared a damn, I had past the stage of being shy. I was a liberated woman! However, I tried to be a considerate mistress, and allowed him a break as he had pleased and pleasured mistress so very well. Next, we played with my pink rabbit vibrator with multiple speeds and oh boy, he fucked me real hard with it. I was past myself, cumming over and over again, and so strongely that I thought I was going to explode into pieces all over the bed. We stopped, only when I couldn’t take anymore because he had pleasured me off the sex rictor scale lol. More kissing ensued and I instructed him to do what he liked. So he did, and his fingers explored and probed a place I wasn’t expecting. My eyes widened and I gasped as I felt his finger poking my anus. I have tried anal sex twice before, but I didn’t like it because it hurt like hell. But not with this guy. It felt so different and so surprisingly pleasurable. In fact, it was erotic. Before I knew it, he was double penetrating me with his fingers and cock and I loved it. No longer was he playing the role of sub. He fucked me his way. And mistress was no more, and afterwards, I was totally spent lol
After he had left, I thought wow, that was the best fuck of my life so far lol…
That evening, I went to see Fifty Shades Darker, as planned. On watching the sex scenes between Christian Grey and Ana, I didn’t see them fucking. Instead, I saw my naughty afternoon romp played out on the cinema screen. And I had to stop myself from cumming all over again. Lol. I thought I have come full circle in a sense because it was reading the trilogy of Fifty Shades of Grey that made me curious about having sex with a man initially. And the first guy I had sex with was the same guy I had fucked in the hotel room. And when the film was over, I smiled to myself, thinking I am fifty shades of naughty now. And I also know, if I meet this chap again, I will be even naughtier!
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But undeterred, we made the the best of it and I am going to be a tease now, because I am not going to tell you what we did next... 
