You've had a hard day at the conference in Atlanta, and as soon as your head hits the hotel room pillow you are fast asleep.
You wake several hours later, aware that something woke you, but not immediately sure what. This is quickly followed by the realisation that something doesn't feel right. You try to sit up and realise what it is, your wrists are restrained, tied to the bed posts with something soft.
"What the fuck" you mutter, tugging at the bindings and desperately trying to see in the darkened room.
"Shhhh..." a whisper comes from the side of the bed. You know right away who it is, but you don't understand. Why am I in your hotel room? HOW am I in your hotel room?
The light clicks on, making you squint. Glancing to the side, you can see your wrists are firmly tied to the bed posts using ribbons. Soft enough not to hurt but, you realise as you pull hard, strong enough not to break or stretch.
You look to the other side and there I am. I've pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, and I'm sitting in it cross legged. I'm wearing a white shirt and short tartan skirt. Thanks to my position you can see up the skirt, so you know I'm not wearing anything underneath. There is just the briefest glimpse of my pink pussy visible between my legs.
You start to speak, to ask what the fuck is going on, but I shush you again. "No," I say, "no talking. If you talk, I leave."
Despite the warning you still open your mouth to speak, but I stand and move towards the door, so you quickly stop. I turn and smile at you. "Good boy," I say. "Now, I've flown all the way here just to do this. I started planning it as soon as you told me about your conference and how you would be all alone in a hotel room. I have so many things I want to do to you, and limited time. So no talking, just relax and let me do what I need to do."
You're confused, you've only just woken up, you've found me in your room and you're tied up, but suddenly you are also growing hard, because it's pretty clear what I'm here for.
I climb onto the bed and straddle your legs, then place my hands on your thighs, leaning forward. This allows you a glimpse down my shirt, enough to realise I'm not wearing a bra.
"Hmm..." I say, glancing between us. "We are both overdressed for what I want to do."
You are wearing a t-shirt and pj pants. I lean over and grab something from the side of the bed...a bag. From it I produce a pair of scissors.
"Don't worry," I laugh, seeing the immediate concern in your eyes, "These aren't for you. How else will I get your t-shirt off?"
My intent quickly becomes clear as I lean forward again, giving you an even better look down my shirt, and start to cut straight up the middle of your top. I cut from hem to neckline, which allows the t-shirt to slip down either side of your body. You realise that with your arms tied, I couldn't just take it off you. I wasn't kidding when I said I had planned this!
You expect me to either take the scissors to your pants, or at least pull them off you, but instead I drop the scissors to the floor and lean even further forward. You feel my hot breath on your ear, and then my mouth is on that spot where your neck joins your shoulder. I blow gently, causing goosebumps to appear, and then I bite down, not hard but enough to elicit just a tiny sliver of pain.
"Mmm," I moan, you taste exactly the way I hoped, slightly musky, slightly salty and so fucking good." I lick my way across your collarbone and then repeat the biting on the other side.
Sitting up abruptly, I pull my shirt up and over my head. My breasts are briefly caught up in the fabric and then bounce free. You can see my nipples are hard, harder than you've ever seen them.
"Fuck," I whisper, "I've not even done anything and I'm so fucking hot and wet. My pussy is aching so badly for you. I've been aroused ever since I got on the plane, I had to go to the bathroom and make myself cum twice, because I couldn't sit still."
Without warning I lift myself up and pull down your pants, throwing them somewhere in the room to land near my discarded shirt. There is a long pause as I simply take in the sexiness of your body, and your already hard cock. Then with a moan I sit back down, but this time I sit higher up, directly on your cock. You can feel it trapped between us. I wriggle round slightly, and suddenly you slip between my pussy lips, your hardness spreading them open. You can immediately feel the proof of my extreme arousal, your cock is instantly drenched in my hot juices.
"Fuck," I groan "I didn't want to go this fast. I wanted to tease you through your clothes for ages before I even took your top off, but christ baby I need this so badly."
As I'm talking, I start to rock my hips, sliding my wet pussy back and forth on your dick. Each time I do, you can feel your head brushing against my tight hole, never quite slipping in. As I rock other way, you bump up against my clit, which is hard and swollen because I've been aroused for so long. I lean forward to rest my hands on your chest, using you for leverage so I can rock my hips faster.
I start to moan, quietly at first, but every time you slide against my clit I get a bit louder, until constant moans are pouring from me, along with garbled words which might be fuck, so good and baby, though I'm panting and moaning so hard it is difficult to tell.
Your gaze is drawn from my pussy to where my breasts hang. As I'm leaning forward, my hard nipples are brushing oagainst your chest, being tormented by your chest hair. You ache to suck them, but bound as you are you can't reach them. You want to ask me to lean forward more, you're fairly confident I'm not going to stop now. But you want to try and stick to my rules and not risk ruining anything.
Your attention moves back to my pussy as my movements start to become more and more erratic. I suddenly sit upright, moving my hands to my own bent thighs, and start to moan, one long, drawn out sound. At the same time you feel a gush of wetness on your cock, and you realise I'm cumming, and cumming really hard.
I throw my head back and practically howl. 'Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck..." there is more but you're pretty sure it's just gibberish at this point.
Without warning I suddenly collapse forward, draping myself over you. Your cock, which is by this point throbbing with need, is trapped between us again. You lie still, not sure if you should say something. After a few seconds my upper body starts to shake against you. For a brief second you think I'm crying, but you realise I'm laughing.