A hotel fantasy
He's invited me to a hotel room, after a nice dinner and a few glasses of wine, and when we enter the room it's apparent that he splurged on it. There's a small living room once you enter through the door, and a separate bedroom. It's also apparent that he's been to the room before meeting me, at least if the restraints casually placed on the table are anything to go by.
He already knows I'm not wearing anything but a bra and some thigh highs under my dress, he made sure to check for that during dinner. The bra is partially visible in my cleavage, as he kept telling me to pull my dress down just a little further during dinner, much to the delight of our very attentive waitress. He's wearing black trousers and a nice shirt, and when he pulls me against him, the coarseness of the trousers rubs nicely against me. He turns me around, towards the window, and stands behind me looking at the view. Then he pulls my dress down below my tits and unhooks my bra, removing it. I know we're too high up to really be visible, but the way he cups my tits, lifts them up and forward, as though presenting them to a viewer still turns me on.
"You would like it if someone saw you now, wouldn't you, saw what a wanton slut you're being, letting everyone see you," he says, as he's pulling my dress further up, exposing my cunt too. I'd disagree, but my heavy breathing would betray me, I like that he wants to show me off this way, get off on being exposed when I can pretend I don't want it. He tells me to stay in front of the window as he pulls away, lifting my hands up over my head, leaning them against the window, telling me to not move.
He comes back and places a blindfold over my eyes. Then he pulls the dress all the way off, as well as the thigh highs, leaving me completely naked, still in front of the window. I hear him open a bottle of some sort, and half expect to be told to drink, until I can feel cold oil on my skin. He's squirting a liberal amount over my back and ass, and so much on my tits that I can hear it dripping to the floor. His hands are on me, rubbing it in, making me shiny. I can feel it, how I get slippery between my legs, how my tits start moving differently because there is no friction. His well-oiled hands rub over my cunt, almost slipping in over and over again. He likes to keep me waiting.
"We're closing the show now, and moving away from the window, even though I know all the hungry men watching you will be disappointed." I know he's lying, most likely he is, but maybe, you know, maybe someone can see me. He moves me over and then he says "we're by the table now, I want you to get on your hands and knees on it." I do. He moves my legs a little further apart, letting a hand glide over my asshole in the process, and then he moves my arms, so I can feel my tits swinging loosely. He lifts my head up and kisses me softly, tells me I'm beautiful, and then I feel him move behind me and suddenly the bright sting of an unexpected spanking hits my ass. I yelp a little, and he laughs happily, and for the next few rounds I'm prepared. When he's done I giggle in delight and he rewards me by groping and caressing my ass, making me feel the sting he's left. Again his fingers glide by my asshole, this time more intently, almost probling, letting me know that I should be prepared for anything.
But not yet, because he's moving again, and this time, he puts the restraints on me, having fastened them to the table legs somehow. After that, my tits are getting all the attention. He pinches my nipples a little, pulling at them, then he gropes my heavy hanging tits, squeezes them together, says "it's been too long since I tit fucked you, it has", so I guess I know what's happening when he lets me off the table. I lose track of time, my knees ache a little, but the feeling of his hands all over me - rubbing on my big thighs and hips, groping my stomach, and always coming back to my tits - is enough to keep me distracted. Sometimes I feel the fabric of his clothes against me, and a small part of me is hoping he remembered to pack extra clothes for us both, otherwise we'll be stained and obvious when we leave. But satisfied, at least.
His phone rings at one point, but that was right after he'd used the paddle on my ass, so I was too busy to pay attention, but when there's a knock on the door, I gasp a little. He goes over and opens it, says "oh look, honey, it's the dessert I ordered, just bring it in here, yes." I say "I'd look, but you still haven't taken the blindfold off" and he laughs, replying "you want me to remove it while this nice young gentleman is in here" and I can feel myself blushing absolutely everywhere before replying with the tiniest little "no." The delivery person lets out an impressed noise, and he says "I apologise, here's a nice tip for your troubles. Though, if you do want a small grope before you leave, that's fine with us." I can hear his shoes walking in my direction, so I'm almost prepared for the strange hand on my tits, but I still let out a sigh at the contact. He's polite enough to let it be at that and a good grab at my ass before he says goodbye and leaves, and while a part of me is slightly disappointed, I know the rest of the night will more than make it up to me.
He already knows I'm not wearing anything but a bra and some thigh highs under my dress, he made sure to check for that during dinner. The bra is partially visible in my cleavage, as he kept telling me to pull my dress down just a little further during dinner, much to the delight of our very attentive waitress. He's wearing black trousers and a nice shirt, and when he pulls me against him, the coarseness of the trousers rubs nicely against me. He turns me around, towards the window, and stands behind me looking at the view. Then he pulls my dress down below my tits and unhooks my bra, removing it. I know we're too high up to really be visible, but the way he cups my tits, lifts them up and forward, as though presenting them to a viewer still turns me on.
"You would like it if someone saw you now, wouldn't you, saw what a wanton slut you're being, letting everyone see you," he says, as he's pulling my dress further up, exposing my cunt too. I'd disagree, but my heavy breathing would betray me, I like that he wants to show me off this way, get off on being exposed when I can pretend I don't want it. He tells me to stay in front of the window as he pulls away, lifting my hands up over my head, leaning them against the window, telling me to not move.
He comes back and places a blindfold over my eyes. Then he pulls the dress all the way off, as well as the thigh highs, leaving me completely naked, still in front of the window. I hear him open a bottle of some sort, and half expect to be told to drink, until I can feel cold oil on my skin. He's squirting a liberal amount over my back and ass, and so much on my tits that I can hear it dripping to the floor. His hands are on me, rubbing it in, making me shiny. I can feel it, how I get slippery between my legs, how my tits start moving differently because there is no friction. His well-oiled hands rub over my cunt, almost slipping in over and over again. He likes to keep me waiting.
"We're closing the show now, and moving away from the window, even though I know all the hungry men watching you will be disappointed." I know he's lying, most likely he is, but maybe, you know, maybe someone can see me. He moves me over and then he says "we're by the table now, I want you to get on your hands and knees on it." I do. He moves my legs a little further apart, letting a hand glide over my asshole in the process, and then he moves my arms, so I can feel my tits swinging loosely. He lifts my head up and kisses me softly, tells me I'm beautiful, and then I feel him move behind me and suddenly the bright sting of an unexpected spanking hits my ass. I yelp a little, and he laughs happily, and for the next few rounds I'm prepared. When he's done I giggle in delight and he rewards me by groping and caressing my ass, making me feel the sting he's left. Again his fingers glide by my asshole, this time more intently, almost probling, letting me know that I should be prepared for anything.
But not yet, because he's moving again, and this time, he puts the restraints on me, having fastened them to the table legs somehow. After that, my tits are getting all the attention. He pinches my nipples a little, pulling at them, then he gropes my heavy hanging tits, squeezes them together, says "it's been too long since I tit fucked you, it has", so I guess I know what's happening when he lets me off the table. I lose track of time, my knees ache a little, but the feeling of his hands all over me - rubbing on my big thighs and hips, groping my stomach, and always coming back to my tits - is enough to keep me distracted. Sometimes I feel the fabric of his clothes against me, and a small part of me is hoping he remembered to pack extra clothes for us both, otherwise we'll be stained and obvious when we leave. But satisfied, at least.
His phone rings at one point, but that was right after he'd used the paddle on my ass, so I was too busy to pay attention, but when there's a knock on the door, I gasp a little. He goes over and opens it, says "oh look, honey, it's the dessert I ordered, just bring it in here, yes." I say "I'd look, but you still haven't taken the blindfold off" and he laughs, replying "you want me to remove it while this nice young gentleman is in here" and I can feel myself blushing absolutely everywhere before replying with the tiniest little "no." The delivery person lets out an impressed noise, and he says "I apologise, here's a nice tip for your troubles. Though, if you do want a small grope before you leave, that's fine with us." I can hear his shoes walking in my direction, so I'm almost prepared for the strange hand on my tits, but I still let out a sigh at the contact. He's polite enough to let it be at that and a good grab at my ass before he says goodbye and leaves, and while a part of me is slightly disappointed, I know the rest of the night will more than make it up to me.
3 years ago
