Anything He wants

Moist lips, twisting of tongues, and his hands clawed at my body, scratching up inside the thin fabric of my cotton shirts. His scent surrounded me and lured my subconscious to another place. He walked me backward into the elevator that chimed. He tasted like coffee from breakfast at the diner, and I was getting a little frantic with need, as his body pressed against mine. The cold bar of the elevator dug uncomfortably into my back, but he grasped my ass and lifted me. His cock rubbed against my pussy, which ached for him so desperately.

I barely heard the chime on our floor. He released me, and my mouth was pouting and slightly swollen, and my pussy was needy. I whimpered and looked up at him sadly.

“Oh, you have a long time to wait, little blue bird. I have much to still do with you.”

I followed him, as he carried our bags. He opened the door and allowed me to walk in first. The room was like any other economy hotel room.

Sir had requested I bring a nightie that he had seen me in once before. It was a plum-colored baby doll, sheer except for the cups, with a split right below the bust line. I pulled on my matching stockings; they had bows that rested right at the front of my thighs.

“Hmmm, that would look tantalizing, but I have other plans.”

“Panties, sir?”

“No, just the nightie, little one.” His voice was low, controlled. I’d heard it before, many times when we had spoken on Skype, but now it was in person, and my instant reaction to him was surprising. My body erupted in goosebumps, and my breathing became shallow.

“Yes, sir,” I trembled, as I attempted to put it on in a sexy manner, but I continued to fumble.

“On the bed, I want to see you.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Sir had asked me to shave under specific instructions a long time ago. I had a small strip of hair above my lips, and the rest was bare. He had said something about still being a woman, and yet soft and sensual against his mouth. That conversation was the first time I remember dripping at the thought of his lips on my sex.

I licked my lips for the hundredth time, as he stared at me. I was ready to jump him, but I knew what he was doing – building my anticipation. Something I had told him I had wanted and needed.

My chest was heaving as I attempted to calm it, talking to myself internally. His eyes were smoldering with lust. My palms were sweating, and I rubbed them on the comforter. I clenched my pussy, as wetness trickled down toward my anus.

“Close your eyes, little one. And safe word?”

“Oh, uh.” I hadn’t thought of one. It had never crossed my mind. “Can it just be Blue Bird?”

“Sure.” I could hear his smile, and the material covered my eyelids, blocking the light from them. “First, do you remember what we discussed in the car?”

My mind zipped around. We hadn’t spoken much at all in the car. I was worried; had I forgotten a key piece of information? “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t remember.”

“You touched yourself last night. After I asked you not to. The one request I had.”

“Yes, sir,” the words came out shakily.

“Roll over. You said you wanted to feel a flogger, correct?”

“Yes sir,” I said, with a little more enthusiasm than I had even anticipated coming from my mouth.

He pushed my nightie up, exposing my back. “I will go gently since it is your first time. Don’t be afraid to use your safe word, which is?” “Blue Bird, sir,” I responded quickly.

I was on my hands and knees, and suddenly listening to every movement in the room. I could hear his breath; his sleeves as he rolled them up. I could hear him open his suitcase and retrieve the flogger. Oh God, I was so excited. Was this happening? My first scene, with a man I trusted?

“Oh fuck!” I screamed as he smacked my ass. My internal thoughts had been jabbering too much. I closed my mind and paid better attention. It was a scorching feeling as the next blow came, landing on the other cheek.

The strikes continued, and some of the tendrils danced along my back, tickling and searing, and his soothing hand came next. “I want to try one more, to your pussy. Be still, little one.”

I tensed and readied for it. It seemed as if an eternity passed. I could hear his footsteps moving. Was he appraising his work? Making me wait. Why was I waiting?

Then- Swoosh! Smack!

“Shit!” I was panting, but that one took my breath away.

His hand came around and rubbed my pussy; my clit was peeking out beneath its hood, ready and wanting more. My arousal was at an all-time high. I couldn’t believe it. My skin tingled, and I dashed my forehead to the comforter, moaning as his fingers pressed harder.

“Oooh, God, sir. Please, I need to come, please I can’t,” my orgasm tumbled out of me before I could finish the words. He ripped his hand away, abruptly stopping my orgasm. I groaned and fisted the comforter.

“I didn’t say you could come yet.” His words were hot in my ear.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” I whimpered.

I heard the condom, and his dick sliced into my cunt from behind. His hand gripped my throat, cradling it, and he spoke to me again, “Don’t come.”

My eyes welled up. I had disappointed him. It was our first time, and I couldn’t help it, I told myself. He didn’t want excuses, but that was what I felt like saying.

He fucked me hard and pulled his length all the way out at times, only to jab it back into me. The sensation was phenomenal, but I knew I

wouldn’t come in this position. Doggie-style never allowed me to come. He rode my pussy hard, just like I enjoyed, and I jutted my ass back further into him, tightening my pelvic muscles for him, as he thrust in each time.

“Oh, fuck, girl. Fuck, fuck fuck!”

I could feel his dick tightening, his head flaring; he could barely make it inside my tight tissues now.

“I’m coming, oh fuck! I’m gonna come!” he yelled into my ear.

“Thank you, sir,” was all I could think to say, and, with a final thrust, he let go, and a long growl forced its way out of his mouth. His teeth clenched down on my shoulder as he did so.

He pulled out and discarded the condom. He pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed, tugging me to come with him.

Immediately, I felt this void. Not only from the loss of him being inside me, but I wasn’t sated, and he was. I wanted to talk about it, but his breathing was already slow and controlled. My clit throbbed, and I let out a long sigh. I only hoped I’d behave in my sleep this time.

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