Room 221

I arrived at the hotel first, as arranged, with my hands trembling slightly in anticipation on checking in. I observed the other guests I encountered as I located my room, wondering were they here for business or pleasure or perhaps the business of pleasure in itself. The room was spacious, not quite a suite but it had a large bed with a plush headboard, 2 arm chairs in the corner of the room and a small balcony overlooking a small grassy area. There were no other guests below, but I could hear voices lingering outside. I laid out the contents of my bag, and poured myself a drink.

I didn't shower again ahead of his arrival on the request that he wanted to smell my pussy as it was. I massaged oil into my skin, taking my times with my breasts and pinching my nipples in front of the mirror. I rubbed a cherry tint onto the halo of my nipples, just enough to mimic the flush of an orgasm. I wanted him to suck on them like lollipops with almost feverish desperation, his teeth grazing them and pulling them away from my body. I used the same tint on my mouth, and let it bleed across my lips slightly for that freshly sucked, freshly fucked appeal. I chose a black lace bodysuit with fishnet stockings, and tied a lace choker around my neck. My phone vibrated; he was downstairs in the lobby.

"Room 221," I texted, and dimmed the lighting in the room.

He knocked on the door once and I hesitated deliberately. He knocked again, more insistently, and I opened it just enough to give him a glimpse and to let him slide in. He grinned and said hello, threw a small bag on the floor and walked me back against the wall. He kissed me firmly, roaming his hands across my tits and hips, and I felt his dick bulging against my thigh. My nerves melted into wet heat, and I wanted him, in any way possible.

"You need to be fucked," he said, breaking away from my face with a trail of saliva. I agreed.

Holding me against the wall with the weight of his body, he dropped one hand between my legs and pushed aside the thin, damp lace that covered my pussy. He stroked my bare lips, parting them to graze my clit, holding my gaze as he worked his way inwards. First one finger slowly easing in and out of me, before adding a second. He held me by the pussy while kissing me hard, before thrusting into me again.. I moaned into his mouth and spread legs instinctively to let him in as deep as possible. His fingers were thick, and I wanted more. My hand found his hard dick and I attempted to stroke it in rhythm with his thrusts. He pulled his fingers out and traced them across my mouth, while I moaned, frustrated by the sudden emptiness. Holding me by the hair at the nape of my neck, he lowered me to the floor, my mouth hungry for his dick. I spat on it before easing his length down my throat as far as I could tolerate. Looking up, his head was against the wall, his face lost in pleasure. His grip on my hair tightened, and I licked and sucked him, pulling me so slightly to look me in the eyes; he came fast and hard, and I swallowed his hot load, hungry to have any part of him inside of me. I wanted to taste his milk and my honey mixed. Gathering his breath, he ordered me to crawl to the bed.

I lay on the bed with my legs spread in waiting. He poured himself a drink and told me to start touching myself. I ran my fingers lightly across my body, circling and pinching my nipples, before I inched down to my cunt. I pulled open the lace bodysuit and traced my lingers across my pussy lips, painting myself with my juices until my lips glistened. Playing between my clit and finger fucking myself, I fantasised about him between my thighs; him spreading my legs wide open, spanking my pussy until it was red hot, ramming his dick into the centre of me.

I didn't hear him move from the arm chair, and I jolted back into the room as he grabbed my thighs and pulled my body towards his face. His tongue delved inside of me, lavishing attention on my smouldering cunt. He was focused but almost frenzied, steadying me while I squirmed in pleasure. My moans grew into gutteral groans, and then on letting myself fully go, my hips bucked in wild pleasure and I melted all over his face and my legs.

"Nice to finally meet you," he said, his face close to mine and smiling. The smell of lust filled the room. His flips were covered in my gloss, and I grabbed him to kiss him hard. "Now on your knees, face down like a good slut."

I turned over slowly and deliberately, feeling his gaze as I assumed the position. I crossed my wrists above my head, and turned my face as he wrapped a soft leather tie around my wrists. He ran a hand down the length of my spine, stopping just above my ass, before pulling my thighs further apart. I closed my eyes and laid in wait, nerves running through me, followed by hot anticipation. The moment before his next move was the longest, most deliciously excruciating moment of our evening together. He smacked his palm against me, gently at first before picking up momentum. He struck me harder and and with precision, alternating between my cheeks, with the initial stings settling into a consistent thud. I moaned and squirmed in pleasure underneath his firm hand, wondering how long he would continue for, hoping he knew I could take it. I trusted that this was just the warm up, the starter before the mains without skipping dessert. On the last strike, his palm flat against both my cheeks, he rested there to settle my burning skin. He slid his other hand between my thighs and dipped his fingers into my drenched cunt.

Shifting off the bed, I heard him pick one of the implements from the dressing table. Instinctively, I arched up to meet him but before I fully regained myself, my ass was licked by the flogger. The leather cracked against my skin like hot little sparks, before building into fiery stings. I could take it a lot of heat, and I knew he delighted in it. My hips rose as my ass clenched with each sharp tingle, the flogger reaching further than his hand could. He moved from striking my ass to my back, and down again, so I couldn't anticipate the next lash. My low moans grew into yelps, while I gripped the sheets to steady myself. I couldn't think about anything apart from the next crack landing on my now tender skin. I gasped for breaths. The pain brought the pleasure of forgetting everything else outside of this moment. And then the lashes stopped, as suddenly as they started. He ran his hand across my skin again, inspecting his handiwork. I could tell that he was not only proud, but that he wasn't finished either.

He dipped his fingers back into my pussy, coating them in my gloss before tracing them across my asshole. He pushed one finger in first, holding it in place while I relaxed around him. He inched further inside, teasing up and down before he added another finger. Firm yet gentle, he allowed me to catch my breath and get used to the fullness, before he introduced the cold, steel plug into my ass. It burned as he pushed it slowly, holding it and pushing it in rhythm with my body. Once in place he twisted it for good measure, and I heard him laugh as I squealed involuntarily. He kissed my back, sending shivers up my spine.

The belt landed with a loud thwack across the tops of my thighs, and I cried out louder than expected. I had just enough time to take a breath, before the belt landed again, this time across the centre of my cheeks. I grabbed the sheets, and as the third and fourth lash landed, I whimpered and buried my face into the bed. The leather hissed against my stinging skin, and I began to cry, my deep sobs muffled by the bedclothes. I felt one hand on the small of my back, holding me in place as he unleashed another whack after whack, until I lost count and all sense of time and place. The fire spread from my ass to the rest of my body, which trembled as my cunt throbbed.

I called for mercy, almost disappointed in myself, but unable to sustain any further. I wanted him to fuck me now, to bury his dick as far inside of me as possible. He obliged me, and held my head up by my hair, while he pounded furiously behind me. Tightening around his dick, my orgasm rippled through my pussy and flushed across my skin, the burning pain confused now with the intense pleasure. He exploded within me, his body tensed against mine before we both collapsed, panting. His milk dribbled out of my cunt, between my sweaty thighs. Grabbing me a towel, we shifted seamlessly from strangers in the night back to our usual selves, sated by each others pleasure.