As I licked the last bits of her pussy juice off my fingers, I started the car.
We drove, in the rain. She touched herself, her fingers in the lacy white panties I had selected, as I drove. “It’s not far,” I said. “Unless I get lost.”
I had the opening scene of Rocky Horror in my mind as I drove the abandoned streets looking for our hotel. Finally, I found it. I parked across the street. Improbably, lots of construction workers were at work. “You might play with yourself while I’m gone,” I said.
Five minutes later, I returned. “Room 1903,” I said. “Listen to your iPod as loud as you can bear, and stand against a mirror, waiting for me.)
I waited as long as I could. Chugged a ginger ale (I was parched). And then, headed upstairs.
I opened the door and found her, in the foyer, between the entry and the bathroom, up against the bathroom, one hand on the wall, one in her panties, her eyes closed. I whacked her ass, hard, with my right hand. She yelped, and skidded forward. I hit her again. And again. Maybe five times.
I went to the bedroom while she continued playing with herself. I dropped my coat, ascertained that the windows were, disappointingly, not at floor level (any exhibitionism through them would require standing on awkward surfaces).
I returned to V.
I lifted a blindfold over her head. (On her heels, she’s taller than I am.) I turned her around, gently, removed the iPod earbuds, and guided her to her knees. I had meant to get a towel to pad her knees, but in my haste, I forgot. Oh well. Once on her knees, I guided her hands into the rope cuffs I had brought, behind her neck.
“Fuck,” she said. “Fuck.”
For the next few minutes, she knelt there. I pinched her nipples under her dress, pushed her head against my jeans. And stepped back, and un-buckled my belt, loudly. I unbuttoned my jeans, and sprung my cock out. I held it close to her face, but didn’t let her touch it. “Can you tell that my cock is in your face?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered, more loudly.
I started tugging on my cock. “Can you hear me jerking off?” I asked.
“Maybe I’ll just jerk myself off and cum on your face,” I said.
“As you wish.”
I dragged my cock alongside her cheek, and her head turned. I rubbed it on the other cheek, and her head turned again. I ran it along her lips. She strained toward me, opening her mouth. I pulled back, taking a full step away from her.
She pouted. “I want your cock,” she said.
“I want your cock.”
“What do you want to do with it?”
“I want to suck it.”
“So ask me, in one sentence.”
“May I suck your cock?”
“May I suck your cock, please?”
“Open your mouth…. Wider….”
I slowly grabbed a fistful of her hair. When her mouth was wide open, I shoved my cock all the way in, hard. She closed her mouth on me immediately, hungrily. I pulled my cock out, for just a moment, and then thrust back in.
I fucked her face, greedily. I pulled her head back and forth, held her face still while I fucked it. I reached down and pinched her nipples. She said something fresh; I slapped her face, playfully. Not too hard, but just hard enough to sting.
“Asshole,” she said, laughing.
“You want me to stop?” I said. “Just ask me.”
She didn’t say anything.
I slapped her face again.
“I want to take pictures of you with your camera. Not mine. That way you have them, and can decide what you want to do with them. Are you ok with that?”
I took her iPhone. “Shit – I need your code.”
She told me.
I entered the code, and proceeded to take half a dozen insanely hot pictures, first, of her sitting there, hungrily, blindfolded, on her knees, facing up; then, of my cock in her mouth, first from above, then from below. I took a ten-second or so movie. And I put the phone down. Damn. I wanted to pay attention to the sensations on my cock, not to playing pornographer.
For fifteen or twenty minutes, the face-fucking continued. My cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She strained to get at my balls (hard, with no hands, and limited cooperation from me). She licked, she flicked, she sucked, she received. Sometimes I let her decide what she wanted to do to give me pleasure; others, I took what I wanted.
Finally, finally, I eased her up, to her feet. I guided her, still blindfolded, to the bed. As she stood before the bed, I admired her body – her pale skin, her round ass. I pushed her hard, face-down, on the bed, and spread her legs wide.
[to be continued]