The package arrived at my hotel room door, just as you said it would. My hands tremble with excitement as I tear into the wrappings. It contains an envelope with my name written on it and is addressed in your strong script.
I breathe deeply as I read your note. I will see you tonight! I blush when I pull out the sexy black lace thong and push up bra. I know that when you choose them you were thinking of me, lusting for me.
I follow the instructions in your note exactly, well almost. I shower and carefully shave my legs and pussy. Letting the razor slide over my silky skin as I think, "Soon Michael's hands, his lips, his cock will be here." I shiver with anticipation.
My now-smooth lips are deep pink and edged with the juices that threaten to spill out with my excitement. I feel the urge to trace the moisture with my finger and slide it inside.
No! You've written, "No touching yourself, Nikki. Those luscious orgasms are all mine today. Don't be late!" But . . . there is plenty of time and the act of preparing myself for you have left me achingly horny.
"He'll never know," I think to myself.
Fifteen minutes later, I am dressed as you requested in tight jeans and a low-cut top with black lace peaking out, framing pale cleavage. Pausing in the mirror, I admire the high round curve of my ass, squeezed tight by the jeans and propped up on dangerously high-heeled sandals. As instructed, I leave my hair loose and wavy.
I get in a cab and give the street address, not knowing where I am meeting you – knowing only that in the next few hours I will be fearlessly sexy and completely open to the adventurous whims of my dominating lover. I smile.
Your greeting is a brief, warm hug and a handsome smile. You are dressed well, in close-fitting black sweater, trousers and jacket. The intense look in your deep brown eyes tells me something is up. Your lecherous grin makes my face blush and my heart flutter.
You quickly sweep us inside the building. I realize it is your office. Home of the company you founded. It's late on a Saturday so, the place is deserted. I expect a grand tour, complete with war stories about this or that campaign or perhaps a client or concept you have mastered. But instead you take me right to your office and tell me to stand by the conference table.
The commanding tone of your voice strikes me and sets my heart to pounding. Here? In your office? On your table? Yes. You are going to have me here and now and there is nothing I can do about it. You've brought me here to be your slut, your fuck toy and the thought makes my cheeks flush with passion. The way you look at me makes me want nothing else but to please and obey you.
As you undress me, fingers tracing the outline of my arms, waist, hips with feather touches. You tell me I am beautiful and amazing. I feel vulnerable, but sexy, wearing just my thong and heels in this public place, while you are fully clothed.
You stroke my breasts and my body, and ask me "Did you do everything as I instructed Nikki? Lets see".
On your knees, you pull the thong up and aside, creating the most delicious tightness across my sex and ass. "Yes" you whisper.
I can feel your breath on my shaven skin. "Almost everything" I think.
Then all thought is lost as your tongue and fingers open me up and find my wanting clit and hole there. I moan as you circle my clit with your tongue and finger fuck me, first with one, then two fingers. I stand still, eyes closed; head back...fingers gripping the edge of the table...not wanting you to stop.
You stand and kiss me hard and I ache to be filled with your cock. I open your trousers and reach for it, delighted to be rubbing its taught hardness and holding it against my tight belly.
I taste my own salty sweetness in your mouth before you break the kiss and quietly ask, "Nikki, you little slut, you touched yourself when I said not to, didn't you?"
My eyes and mouth fly open. "How did you know?"
"I didn't till you just admitted it," you growl.
I watch your face draw up in annoyance. Your voice stern, saying, "Nikki, you slut, how could you? That pussy is mine today. And you were told not to."
