Master For A Night
Tori knew he was coming. He'd told her to check in to the hotel where a room was waiting in her name. He'd sent her instructions she'd followed meticulously. She wanted to please him, badly. She'd arrived and taken a luxurious bath in the suite's huge bathroom. She dried herself off and dressed as he asked. Lacy black lingerie, with thigh high stockings and heels. She did her makeup, focusing on her beautiful eyes and her full lips -- he wanted her in deep red lipstick, even.
"I want you to look like the whore you've always wanted to be -- just for tonight" was what he'd written.
She was happy to oblige.
She collected herself then sat at the end of the bed, waiting.
Her phone buzzed with a text. "Are you ready, slut?"
A chill ran up her spine. Knowing what she brought out in him...knowing how she could make him this different, this...powerful, turned her on. Almost instantly, her pussy was wet.
"I am," she texted back.
She hurriedly added "everything you asked" to let him know what an obedient little good girl she was.
He wanted her in every way tonight. She was prepared.
Her phone buzzed again, only two words this time. "Get ready".
She stood, picking up the blindfold that had been laying beside her, next to the other toys Sir told her to bring. She stood directly before the door and sank to her knees, spreading them apart to a point that was almost uncomfortable. She gently tied the blindfold in place and crossed her wrists behind her back. Just the way he had described. Almost the moment she finished, she heard the door click as Sir opened the door and strode inside.
And then he stopped, just a few feet from her. She felt him. Staring. Appraising? She hoped he was pleased. She could feel the wetness of her cunt. She knew she looked good. Hair perfectly in place, her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her bra, her thighs lewdly spread. The makeup, the heels. She felt naughty, ready to be used. Ready to be fucked.
His hand took her by the chin. Firmly. His thumb traced her lips, slowly, pushing its way into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she moaned around it.
He withdrew it from her mouth and walked behind her. She could feel him examining every inch of her. He stopped directly behind her and waited for what felt like an eternity.
He whispered in her ear "You are exquisite," while wrapping her hair in his hand and gently pulling her backwards.
She gasped, leaning back on her knees. "Thank you, Sir. How...how may I serve you?"
She heard him chuckle as he walked back in front of her. She heard his zipper. His belt, hitting the floor. She felt his cock rub against her cheek. It's length. It's hardness. Like the proper slut that she was, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. The blindfold was torture, she wanted to see what she was doing. More, she wanted to see his eyes when she swallowed him. His cock slid into her mouth, achingly slowly. She stroked the head with her tongue and felt him shiver. He placed a hand on her head and started fucking her mouth. Gentle at first, then harder. Her neck strained to keep up with his thrusts. If only she could use her hands! But then she remembered she was here to be used. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and just took what Sir was offering. He forced his cock further down her throat, making her gasp and then choke. Just before she started gagging, he withdrew.
"Good girl. GOOD girl. You make me proud."
She heard him zip up his pants and then he gently helped her to her feet. He led her to the bed and laid her down, flat on her back. He reached behind her, unclasped her bra, gently peeling it off of her. He was harsher with her panties, though -- she heard a rip as he tore them off. Now she was naked, except for her stockings. She felt cool air on her pussy and spread her legs wider in response. Sir began stroking her breasts, focusing on her nipples. In an instant, they were hard nubs. She sighed softly, a sigh that turned into a groan as he tightened a pair of nipple clamps on them. The pain was perfect.
A moment later she felt him push her favorite vibrator into her hand. "You're going to give me a show, slut. Keep those legs wide. I want to see everything."
Eager to obey, her fingers found the vibrators settings and turned it on. She ran it over her pussy, slowly playing with it around her lips, occasionally stroking her clit, taking her time, knowing exactly how to please herself.
There was a knock at the door.
Before she could say or do anything, Sir said "I didn't tell you to stop. It's only room service".
Reluctantly, she went back to teasing herself.
"Please, come in," she heard Sir say.
A moment later she heard a gasp.
Sir simply said "Don't mind her. This is just what I wanted, thank you."
The voice stammered unintelligibly for a few moments until Sir told them he had signed the bill and they were free to leave. A moment after that she heard the door close again. And then Sir took her hand and pushed the vibrator directly against her clit.
"Make yourself cum, whore. I know you want to."
Blushing in embarrassment (because he was right) she made her movements more deliberate. Focusing on her clit more deliberately, it wasn't long before she was close. She panted and twisted her nipples with her free hand.
She was about to have her first orgasm of the night when Sir said, "Take off your blindfold."
She did, gasping as she saw a young woman in a maid's outfit staring intently at her, only a few feet away, hand buried in the front of her skirt. She hadn't left!
Sir sternly said "Don't stop. Cum for us."
And that was all it took. She pressed her vibe against her clit and in a moment, she was over the edge. Her pussy throbbed as she came, not caring who was watching, only feeling the moment. She moaned loudly and stared directly at the maid, putting on a show for Sir. She spread her legs even more widely and slid her fingers into her pussy. Then she licked them off, tasting herself. As always, she was delicious.
Sir stood, taking the maid by the elbow, and led her to the door.
He slid what looked like cash into her hand and said "Thank you, that was lovely."
The maid looked disappointed.
"I can stay" she said.
But Sir only smiled, saying "Maybe another time."
Pouting, the maid took a piece of paper from the nightstand and wrote something on it. "My number."
She took a long, hungry look at Tori, then let herself out.
Sir turned back to her with a devious grin on his face.
"That was perfect. You reacted just like the dirty slut I hoped you were. You deserve a reward."
With that, he went to the ice bucket that the maid must have brought, and popped the bottle of champagne in it. He poured a glass and walked back to the bed.
"On your knees!" he said.
She did as he asked, and soon he was pouring champagne down her throat, spilling it on her tits as well. He placed the glass next to the bed and slowly took the nipple clamps off, sending a surge of pleasure straight to Tori's sopping pussy.
Stepping back, he gestured to her and said "Undress me".
She hurried to his side and reached for his suit jacket.
"Take your time, you desperate little thing."
Properly chastised, Tori slowly removed his jacket, carefully hanging it off the back of a nearby chair. She did the same with his shirt, pants, and socks, leaving him standing in only his boxer briefs. His cock strained against them, all she wanted was to touch it -- but she knew she couldn't, not until he told her to. He arched an eyebrow.
"Go ahead, slut. I know you want this. Play with my cock. Please me. Show me how you can please me."
She began by running her hand over his cock, feeling it harden even further under her touch. She kissed his shoulders, his neck, sensuously pressing her breasts against his arm, his chest. She wanted to be so close to him. He stood stoically, but his cock let her know that she was doing exactly what he wanted.
She knew she had worn him down when he huskily said "Now take the briefs off."
She did, once again getting on her knees to do so. She slid them down, and let her hair rub against his cock. He let out an involuntary groan, making her smirk to herself. He grabbed her by the hair and once again led her mouth to his cock. But after only a few thrusts he pulled her up and forced her back to the bed. He bent her over the side of the bed and pulled her arms roughly behind her. She heard a click as he slid handcuffs around her wrists. Sir pressed his cock against her ass, simply holding it there. She moaned, feeling its warmth. A minute passed. Two. Just when she was beginning to wonder what was going to happen next, the scent of leather filled her nose as a leather paddle was placed there. A moment later it was in front of her eyes. This wasn't anything she had brought; this was Sir's own toy. It was black, about 8 inches long, with the word SLUT emblazoned in red across it. She felt him move to her side and felt him grip the middle of the handcuffs. He traced the paddle across her ass a few times, letting her know it was there, teasing her. He pulled on the cuffs, raising her ass higher while pushing her face into the bed. Then there was another moment of stillness before SMACK! He hit her ass with the paddle. It stung, in the best way.
"Oooh" she groaned.
Again. Harder this time. And Again. And Again. He was warmed up, and the hits came harder and more frequently. He switched to her other ass cheek, and soon that was burning as well. Her moans were involuntary now, she was almost screaming in pleasure. Just when she started to wonder how long this could continue, it stopped. Sir rubbed the paddle slowly across her ass, almost like he was smoothing the pain over. And then she saw the paddle on the bed, next to her.
"Good girl. You love that, don't you?"
She nodded, unable to speak.
"But you were too loud. Let's do something about that."
With that, she felt the familiar sensation of a ball gag sliding into her mouth and being fastened behind her head.
"Everything good? You can breathe?"
Again, she nodded. This time it was his hand stroking her ass. Slowly, working its way down to her pussy. She gasped into the gag when first one, then two fingers slid inside. The way he worked so goddamn slowly drove her mad. His fingers found the spots that turned her on most, stroked them with alternating touches, hard and soft. Soon she was on edge again.
That's when she felt him kneel behind her and grip her hips in his hands. Soon, his tongue was deliberately licking her cunt, running the length of her lips, and pushing itself inside her. She pushed back against him, pushing her pussy hard against his face. She somehow felt him smile as the pleasure grew more intense. Soon, she was panting into the gag, gasping and whimpering as she felt an incredible orgasm beginning to overtake her. Sir tightened his grip on her hips as he rode his tongue roughly over her pussy, hard and firm until she came all over his face, howling through the gag as she rode an orgasmic wave of ecstasy.
"Oh my God!" she thought.
Sir stood up. She could feel him inspecting her from behind. There she was, face buried in the bed, her sopping wet pussy on full display for this man who knew exactly how to reduce her to a whimpering mess. And she couldn't be happier. He reached up and gently undid the ball gag, moving it to the side with the other toys.
"Get on the bed. On your back this time."
She did as he asked, turning to see him get onto the bed. He crawled between her legs, but too her surprise he kept going. Soon his thighs were on either side of her torso.
Seeing the look of surprise on her face, Sir chuckled. "You think I've been dreaming about your tits all this time and I WOULDN'T want to fuck them?"
His eyes glinted with humor, but she knew he was serious.
"Of course, Sir. My body is yours to be used any way you want."
And with that she took a breast in each hand, holding them in place while Sir slid his warm cock between them.
"Stay that way, naughty girl," Sir said, as he slowly started fucking the cleft between her tits.
"Wait -- make it wetter."
Tori obediently raised her head and spit multiple times between her breasts, coating them quickly with a layer of saliva. Now Sir's cock slid smoothly between them. He gazed into her eyes, letting her know how pleased he was to be able to enjoy her like this.
After a few minutes he groaned. "Goddamn you feel so fucking good, you perfect whore."
The words went like electricity to Tori's pussy, making her even wetter. Taking a deep breath, she took a risk - "Please sir, please -- will you fuck me?"
"Is that what you want?" Sir asked.
She nodded anxiously, biting her lip as she imagined what was coming.
"You've been such a good girl. So perfectly naughty. Giving me everything I've wanted."
He pretended to ponder for a moment, then he slid back down her body. He moved off the bed and then gripped her thighs, pulling her ass down so it was just off the edge of the bed. He spread them wide, wrapping her stocking clad legs around him. She felt the head of his cock against her pussy lips, but this wasn't teasing time anymore. With a grunt, he slid into her sopping wet cunt, burying himself up to his balls. Then he pulled all the way out. He gripped her thighs, spreading her legs even wider, then plunged back in. To her core. From there, he settled into a steady rhythm, fucking her pussy with steady determination. He looked her in the eye, breathing with exertion, a look of utter contentment on his face. Tori reached between her legs and started playing with her clit, racing to another orgasm. But Sir pushed her hand away.
"I didn't tell you that you could cum," he panted.
"Please sir? PLEASE?"
She didn't know how much longer she could hold off; his cock was hitting her just right and it was almost impossible to keep from cumming. She rolled her head back and moaned, partly in frustration, partly in ecstasy. He kept her there for the five longest minutes of her life, pounding her cunt, growling at her, absolutely TAKING her, making her his.
Finally, he gasped "Cum for me, you dirty fucking slut."
With that she exploded, almost blacking out as she experienced one of the strongest orgasms of her life. She lost control of her legs and they simply shook as she rode the wave of an incredible feeling that she'd been missing for so long. Sir stood back and gave her a moment to recover.
When she could breathe again, he said "You know what I want now, don't you?"
Of course she did. Hurrying to his side, she went onto her knees for the third time that night and swallowed his cock to it's base, gagging on it. After a few minutes spent deep throating him, she pulled slightly back and focused on using her tongue to lick every drop of herself from his shaft. She cupped his balls, squeezing them gently in the way she knew he liked. His breathing was getting short, and she knew that he was close to his own orgasm. But she had made a promise she intended to keep. She went back to the bed and picked up the little bottle of lube she'd brought with her.
Turning back to him, she coyly asked, "Would you like to use my ass, Sir?"
It was the hottest thing Sir had ever heard. This was the ultimate fantasy for him. This strong, beautiful woman ASKING to be used. ASKING him to fuck her gorgeous ass. Of course the answer was yes. But all of this went on in his own head. To her, he merely nodded and gestured at the bed. She returned there, once again putting her face onto the sheets and presenting her ass for his approval. She shivered as he dribbled lube all over her ass and then directly into her asshole.
He took her by the arms and placed her hands on either side of her asshole. "Keep them spread," was all she heard, before the head of his cock began pushing slowly into her.
She took a deep breath and relaxed herself, letting it happen. He was breathing in slow, measured breaths, working himself into her with the patience she had come to expect from him. She gripped her ass cheeks tightly, pulling them further apart to let him in deeper. At last, she felt his balls come to rest against her ass. He was in as tight as he could be, the feeling was exquisite. He started thrusting, slowly at first, then faster as he found his rhythm. She knew it was the first time he'd fucked an ass, but she loved how confidently he was taking her. His hands held her hips in place as he took her, over and over. Her eyes rolled back in her head as yet another orgasm overtook her, and then another. He reached one hand up and balled it up in her hair, pulling her head back almost painfully. He started growling again, deep in his throat, thrusting even harder, even deeper into her ass. His balls slapped against her, over and over, occasionally grazing her pussy, even her clit. She was about to cum yet again, when he suddenly pulled out. Knowing he had to be close, she turned and faced him, opening her mouth. He stood up on the bed and stroked his cock once, twice, and then he came furiously, spraying her tits, her mouth and her face. Groaning, he collapsed onto the bed, falling onto his back. Like the good girl that she was, Tori didn't even bother to clean herself off before wrapping her body around his. Sir opened his eyes and smiled at her.
"You were perfectly naughty tonight, baby."
Despite everything she had just done, Tori blushed. "Thank you," she whispered. And they drifted off to sleep.
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