I step into the hotel room and flick on the light. Spacious, 2 queen size beds, kinda outdated bedspreads and drapes complete the look of the room. I walk through to check the bathroom. Outdated yes, but clean. This room will do just fine.
I drop my huge purse bag made of soft seal skin lined with a matching dyed velvet. I have had the bag for over a decade given to me as a gift by a former client. I am sure it is one of a kind because I have never seen any others like it and I have followed fashion trends since I was thirteen years old. I don't like it because it reminds me of him. I like it because of what it symbolizes. It symbolizes that what I do makes people feel good, feel better. Dare I even say I bring happiness to them?
I am very good looking however I do not have the perfect body. Thank frickin God I don't have the perfect body because as much as I like sex I would have been a porn star and I am not joking about this when I say it. Its just an honest matter a fact statement.
My slightly over wide hips and thighs work perfect for me. Most men in reality don't a need whole perfect woman from head to toe. Men are most often simply drawn to parts of a woman. There's the tit guys, the ass guys, the love your lip's guys, love your wide hips and tiny waist guys, feet guys, hand guys, the list is about endless. I am not wealthy, but I am not hurting for anything either. I have three children. I am a single mom. I take no child support from the fathers. What I put out draws men in like moths to a flame. Why waste time in court when other men like me enough to just give me what I need for my kids? I turn almost every head in a bar when I walk in. Men love me and I love them. Women love me, too. However, I am straight. I have had sex with women, but it was always with men in a three way deal and I didn't do the woman she usually was doing me.
The man I am with tonight is different. He is not a client. I know I am going to drive this poor Harley riding bastard to the point that he is going to marry me. He is cute, sexy in a way, about 12 years older than me, about to come into money, but I don't care about the money. I actually suspect he is lying to me just to keep me fucking him while he gets a divorce from a psycho bitch. While he parks the truck I pull out a bottle of Jack from my bag and set it on the night stand. As I grab the bucket for ice we meet at the door of the room as I am walking out. He asks me why we have to have a room in a hotel and why we can't stay at my home. I know why and I smile. I simply tell him because I don't want my grade school kids to hear what we are going to be doing tonight. Granted I am a moaner a loud cumming easy multi orgasm bitch when I fuck. I can get off over and over, but tonight its not going to be me who will scream... it's gonna be him. I smile widely as I head for the ice machine. For Christ sakes my kids are boys. What would they think of hearing a man screaming all night on a school night no less?
But now there is this new man in my life and my urge to possess him as mine was unlike anything I had known before. I am 30 years old I have never been married and have never wanted to be married until now. There was nothing remarkable about this man at all by my own standards, but with each night that had passed the sex between us just kept getting better and better and this has been going on for a couple of months now. I knew that if I did not take lead and dom him that I would be the weak one and being weak leaves me wide open for the chance to be hurt. Sex is my edge in all my long term relationships. I use it to tip the tables, no matter what the issue at hand is, it ends up in my favor.
Danny is not happy shelling out money for the room when we could be doing some partying he says. He does not know I have been a professional call girl. I tell him, “Oh but honey we are here to party.” I fill the plastic hotel cups with ice water and take the first drink of the Jack out of the bottle. I pass the bottle to him. He actually asks me, “What is this for?” I reply, “You better drink some because I am telling you hon your going to need it tonight.” He looks confused and takes a big swig off the bottle as commanded. We pass the bottle back and forth til I begin to feel the buzz of the whiskey grow warm in my belly. I get out a bedside clock and set it under the lamp on the table. I am timing him on the Jack. I make him drink about 3 more shots before I tell him that is all he needs. He looks even more confused. I don't want him to be sloppy drunk. He needs to be just slightly buzzed so he won't resist and follow my sexual lead without refusing anything I introduce.
Tonight, I am fucking him like a paying client, but he doesn't realize this is a well thought-out performance. I begin to brush my brown waist long hair and I pull it back tightly into a ponytail. He frowns. I know he likes my long hair loose when we fuck. This is my show tonight not his. This is about me taking what I need from him emotionally and physically all at once and him being willing to give it to me. This ain't gonna be no throw back barefoot hippie sex show from his glory days. I tell him to hit the shower. Now he begins to protest. I tell him to make sure his ass is clean because I ain't going to suck his dick or lick his asshole if I smell even the slightest whiff of funk. He heads straight to the bathroom and this lets me know he is open to anal play. Most excellent. I quickly begin to lay out things on the floor next to the bed while he is showering. I lay all the different belts, some rope, a blindfold, my most favorite thing of all to tie with suede leather lacing on a hundred foot spool. I remove the bedspread and top sheet placing them over the items on the floor that I have taken from my bag. I leave only the pillows and the fitted sheet on the bed. The pillows he will need to muffle his cries by the time we are done.
Quickly I slide out of my jeans and t-shirt. I pull out my black thigh high 4 inch heeled leather boots and put them on. I already have on my black velvet thong and matching black lace push up bra that just barely lets the top of my areolas peek out from the lace. I am touching up my make up when I hear the water quit. Final touch.... my extra long strand of real pearls. Of course, there is a small amount of improv in the performance and it is that little improv that makes or breaks it all. You have to be able to read your partner without words being said. You solely rely on their body language. If you are able to read people sexually without words they will worship you, because they never gotta ask for what they really want. They never have to say things that they are ashamed to let anyone know.
Slightly buzzed he comes out of the bathroom. He sees me and I hear him sharply suck the wind through his lips in approval. I tell kindly to dry off all the way so I can give him a massage. I don't want water stains on my boots from straddling him. He does as told. Good signs so far. I tell him to lay on his belly. I begin to massage his back gently. I work on his back watching the clock for about 11 minutes when I feel him relax under me. I begin to rub and massage his back more firmly to the point that he tenses back up, just as he was when the massage began. Perfect. I begin to feel my pussy stir at the thought of his tears. I begin to hump my pussy against his ass through the thong. I turn just ever so slightly aggressive in the massage. When he tries to lift himself off the bed I fall forward pressing my forearm against the back of his neck, my hand wraps around in a swift circle motion in his long hair and yanks it firmly away from his ear so I can hatefully hiss in his ear not to do a fucking thing that you aren't told to do. His body goes slack with no protest. Perfect. I ask, “Do you understand me?” He looks confused. Now I pull his head off the bed with my hand in his hair and say again, “Do you understand me?” Confusion begins to fade from his face and he nods yes. My clit instantly begins to swell. I love being a dom to those first timers. I love making them want to feel the pain I offer.
Roll over I order. He lays on his back his cock is already hard pointing straight up at the ceiling. Good sign. I climb up his body and sit on his chest. I pull my thong to the side parting my pussy lips with two fingers of the other hand to expose my clit. I grab a second pillow and shove it behind his head so he has some elevation to behind his head. This way my butt cheeks remain resting on his collarbone & chest area. I grab all of his long hair and pull it to the top of his head. I wrap it around my hand like a rodeo rider. I pull the thong to the side again and as I lean back to watch him I am pulling his face forward into the folds of my pussy. I tell him to suck my clit. He is incredible at eating pussy. As I begin to cum I let the heels of my boots dig into the flesh of his torso hard taking bits of his skin as I rock my hips back and forth. I let go of his hair at the start of my second orgasm and arc my back like I am falling into a back-bend in gymnastics. I know the dresser across from our bed has a mirror that reflects the whole bed. I noticed it while doing my makeup. Upside down, in a partial backbend with my body folded at my knees I watched myself cum. I moaned at my peak watching in the mirror I felt like I was fucking myself. I looked amazing. The man under me no longer existed just the orgasm that was washing over me in waves. As soon as I got that second orgasm I jumped up off of him and took a couple more drinks of the Jack. Passed him the bottle. Suddenly I realized I was drunk not tipsy as planned. Shit, but that was ok because of those few extra shots I made him do he was even drunker than me.
I get up and walk to the dresser across the room. I stare at myself. I love being me. I lean into the mirror closely looking at myself. He is watching me. I spread my legs with my ass and shaved pussy in the air. I tell him to get up and fuck me from. He asks me to pull down my thong so he can get in. I turn around and slap him full force across the cheek. Don't ask me for anything. When I tell you to do something, you are expected to do it. If you don't, there are many men that are just hoping you will not work out with me, just so they can be next. He nods, silent, stunned, red welts on his cheek make me hornier & I kiss the welts whispering how much I love his fucking hard cock and begin jerking him off as I whisper cooing nasty things about his dick and all the little things I enjoy about it. I turn back around when he relaxes to watch myself in the mirror and lean on my elbows so that it almost looks like I am kissing myself. I feel him slide the thong a little to the side and enter me. I cum as soon as he gets worked into the hilt of his shaft. I love me. I look so sexy. I feel so good. We fuck this way for a very long time. I reach two more orgasms before allowing him to take a break. I tell him to drink some ice water from the cup I hand him. He is so sweaty that I walk behind him and lift his long hair. I gently blow a breeze across his back his head slumps forward in a relaxing grateful motion we do this for several minutes until he is cooled down.
I take several pieces of ice in my mouth and chew it. I pack the ice to the sides of my cheeks and I kneel before him and begin to suck his cock. It is a painful shock to his rock hard dick from the hot pussy juice he had just been dipping it in. I grab his balls in my hand and squeeze ever so softly. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. Rocking him back and forth between the two so that the line between them begins to blur. I tell him you better not cum unless I tell you to come tonight. Do you understand? He nods quietly. Perfect. He pushes his hips forward as I let him put the head of his dick down into warm my throat as the sides of his shaft remain cold. When I see his face begin to change and his thrusts that just were enough to bob his head in and out of my throat become more urgent I stop giving him head.
I jump up off my knees and climb across the bed. I pat the empty side next to me and he lays next to me. I get the blindfold readied. He begins to whimper in a verbal protest. I yell at him hatefully at the top of my lungs to shut the fuck up. Quickly, I reach down next to the bed & grab a stiff new black leather belt. I fold it in half and I run it down his leg next to me. Light smack & I tell him, “Don't make me fucking hurt you, just do what your told tonight. I promise if you do what I tell you to do I won't hurt you.” You have my word I say reassuringly. I am lying to him. I am going to rape him and make him want it. He tries to roll to his side to see what else is along side the bed that he had not noticed hidden under the bedspread on the floor. With the belt folded in half I hit him as if I were spanking a naughty child. New stiff leather does not hurt as much as soft old oiled leather that wraps itself to the flesh as it lands. New stiff belts are always just for a visual and hearing stimulation more than anything and I tell him that he can't peek at what's under the bedspread on the floor or it will ruin the surprise.
Roll to your belly now. Hang on a minute, I say to him. I take the pillows and put them at the foot of the bed. I tell him to turn to the foot of the bed so he can see himself in the mirror. I lay the blindfold next to his head on the pillow. I tell him to spread his legs for me. He spreads and I crawl between them on all fours. Parting his ass with my hands I go down on him. I tongue fuck his asshole. I look up to see him watching me. I have my ass stuck up high in the air because it looks good in the mirror and I know this. I go back down on him. Tongue first then I slip a finger in. He moans loudly. Yep, he is anal. I got a male bitch & as I pull up from his ass I ask if he likes it. His moans cease as he nods and I can see the shame all over his face. I coo and say sweet things to ease his shame of liking anal. I tell him how great he tastes and how beautiful he looks, how sexy he is, how turned on I am. None of that part was a lie. It was hot!
I get the Astroglide out and lube his butthole I squirt a huge messy puddle of it in my hand and I reach down with my arm under him and wrap my hand around his dick. I leave my tits hanging over the pushed down cups of my bra so my nipples out could brush against whatever came their way at this point. Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain. I stick one finger in his ass. It's so cute the way he moans. Ahh, my new fucking pretty long haired male bitch is all I can think. Then I slide in two fingers. Oh a louder moan. He bucks his hips against my hand in his ass and this pulls his dick back up to the head in my other hand. I watch his facial expression in the mirror as he realizes how this feels. He begins to rock back against my hand as two fingers reenter his ass pulling his cock back in my hand so that it slightly closes over his head again. Forward he rocks against my fist plunging it clear down to the base of his shaft. I watch him in the mirror. When he gets the hang of the motion I am watching from behind as his balls mash against the mattress with each forward plunge. He is now doing all the work I just keep both hands in the same position. My nipples are dragged against bedsheet from him working his weight against me this makes my clit begin to swell and of course the thong drags straight to the center between the lips of my pussy. I am loving this. Just as I am about to cum off friction of my nipples and thong I see him begin to contort as he comes close to cumming. I pull my fingers out of his ass and release his dick. He must have thought I was joking when I told him he better not cum unless I told him that he can cum. Confusion races across his face in the mirror.
I crawl along side of him pushing my tits into his face and tell him to suck. He is so hot and sweaty that I have to give him a few moments to catch his breath. He was so close to cumming, so close. Once he catches his breath I tell him again to suck. I watch my now sweaty partner in the mirror begins sucking my beautiful tits. So hot, so fucking hot. I push my shoulders forward so that my tits squeeze together. I push my arms against both tits so the nipples roll inward toward each other until the nipples are touching together at the center of my chest. Suck both of nipples at once I command. I know this gives me an instant clitoral orgasm, but I am going to see if I can take it to another level. I pull my thong to the side and begin to masturbate as he sucks both my nipples. I begin to cum so hard thinking of the things I am going to say to my new fuck buddy while I rape & spank him tonight.
I can no longer wait. I yank the pillows out from under his head and throw them at the head of the bed. I tell him to sit up. I blindfold him and this time there is no whimper of protest. I have taken him to the point of no return and he wants whatever it is that I am giving. I smile as I strap on my dildo I tell him to stand at the edge of the bed and bend over. His poor cock is now turning dark purple from holding back for so long. I feel sorry for him. I grab an old soft oiled leather belt and drag it against his butt checks. I tell him to start jerking off for me. I start with soft slaps of the belt early on as he pumps his fist over his cock. As he gets closer to cumming I begin to slap the belt harder and harder leaving welts across his butt checks. His breathing changes. I know he is about to come. I hit the belt full force against his ass in rapid motion. I quit & I quickly position myself pressing the head of my strap on against his asshole. He pushes against it and I enter him. I begin thrust in time to the strokes of his fist on his cock. As he begins to cum he begins to cry. I watch the jizz shoot from his cock onto the sheets. He slumps over crying I keep fucking his ass and he continues to cry.
The night is only half over. I think how I can't wait to hear him scream as he cums during the next round. I pull the blindfold off so I can see his tears. I keep fucking him from behind and his cock begins to grow hard again as he humps against the sheets. I pull back up and take him with me into a standing position, never missing a stroke in his ass we stand together fucking both of us watching ourselves in the mirror across the room his cock bobs in mid-air with my thrusts from behind. I wrap his hair around my hand again while I wrap my other hand around his now rock hard cock and as I begin to pump my fist over his wet sperm cover cock I whisper to him, “This next part might hurt a little bit baby” and I let my teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder blade hard. He does not stiffen or pull away. He simply nods yes in submission as the first scream slips from his lips.
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