He was used to calling the shots. He liked his women pliant and submissive... manipulable. It made the sex hotter and his orgasms more powerful when he took charge of the action...directing her to pleasure him in those particularly special ways he liked.
He was very partial to holding her down roughly and ramming his cock home... whether it was her mouth, her pussy or her arse, didn't much matter to him as long as he could ram it in and ram it in hard!
Sometimes it surprised him a little that she would take this treatment from him. But he wasn't really bothered as long as she came back for more.
And she kept coming back. It seemed she wasn't averse to this rough handling; and while she kept coming, he would keep taking. He didn't feel the need to look elsewhere as her visits were frequent enough to keep him satisfied.
A mate suggested to him one night that he might meet someone they knew for a drink or two as she was in the area and could do with some company after working in a strange town all day.
Reluctantly he agreed to go off and meet this virtual stranger...after all what's a couple of drinks? It's not that much of a hassle and a bit of a chat with a new face might not be all that bad.
A quick phone call to the number his friend had provided to set up a time and place...she sounded quite interesting. Calm and almost business like, but with a soft undertone in her voice that tickled at the back of his mind.
What sort of woman was it that gave him, a complete stranger, her hotel address and room number? He was fascinated before he even laid eyes on her. "This is just a meet for a couple of drinks," he firmly reminded himself!
"Keep her waiting a bit," he thought, "Make her wonder what she's getting into." He knocked on her door about 20 minutes after their appointed meeting time. There was no answer. He stood there puzzled, caught unawares that his ploy hadn't worked.
Her voice came from behind him, startling him a little. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived, I hope you haven't been waiting long?" He turned to see just what this woman looked like. The overwhelming first impression was breasts. "My god" he thought, "They're huge!"
She laughed throatily. She knew damn well where his eyes had first rested on her. Extending her hand, she introduced herself.
"It so nice of you to keep a girl company when she's away from home; I'm Sue, nice to meet you, David." He took her hand and shook it, responding to her firm assured grip. She smiled warmly at him.
"Come in and I'll get that bottle opened. I am really looking forward to a glass in someone's company for a change. It's been a long day and the chance to unwind with a friend that has nothing to do with work will be great."
"Come in? She means for us to have drinks in her hotel room?" Thoughts were rushing through his mind that he was having trouble keeping up with. Surely she meant for them to go somewhere public? After all, he could be an "undesirable" who would take advantage of a woman alone in her hotel room! His cock stiffened slightly at the thought.
He followed her in and was surprised that she shut the door firmly behind him and turned the key in the lock. She saw the look flash across his face. "Oh, I don't mean to lock you in, just force of habit when you're in strange places on your own all the time. I'll unlock it again if you'd be more comfortable?"
"It's fine. Shall I get that bottle for you?" She was peeling away the foil on a bottle of Shiraz; two glasses stood on the bedside table and there was a waiter's friend to hand.
"I'm ok with this, have to be, given I drink on my own most nights!" Sue replied with a grin, "They are even my glasses and opener. Never leave home without them." Her level of self assurance was even more apparent as she deftly removed the cork and poured them each a glass.
He sat in the chair she indicated and took a sip of the wine. Before he was aware, the bottle was empty. Their talk had ranged widely, comfortably. She was articulate and funny, listened with what appeared to be genuine interest no matter the topic. When she reached over and touched his hand at one point an electric thrill pulsed through him.
She looked at her watch and then at the empty bottle.
"Do you think it's too late to open another? Or do you have to be somewhere else tonight?" He had thought he would have been with her for perhaps an hour, maybe an hour and a half and had planned to get something to eat after he had left her.
"Rather than another bottle, what about something to eat? I'm starved; it's been a long time since lunch. We could pop down to the hotel restaurant if you would like?"
She smiled at him and reached for the phone, opening up the room service directory. She ordered a light meal for them both and asked for it be sent up straight away. Her efficiency, her decisiveness, the fact she had not consulted him as to his preference; it confounded him. He was so used to being the one to do this, it was a little unnerving yet strangely thrilling to him.
"Now, can I interest you in more wine?" Sue asked as the cork popped out of a second bottle. He nodded, thinking he would have to start watching how much he was drinking otherwise he wouldn't be able to drive home.
A knock at the door indicated their meals had arrived. Sue signed for the meals, took the tray and closed and relocked the door behind the attendant. "I hope a steak and salad is okay?" she asked.
"How did you know?" He smiled at her. Their talk slowed as they ate their dinners, but the silences were comfortable and he found himself thinking about what this woman would be like in bed.
