A Friday night, still light outside. You arrive at the hotel named in the text message that you received in the morning and had been anticipating what it would look like all day at the office. Work was difficult; you kept finding your mind and imagination drifting to what would be in store for you that evening with an old friend. It was all you could manage to stop yourself from sneaking off to the toilets and doing something about that urge, but you forced yourself to wait until the real thing.
You enter the hotel and find the room, feeling the butterflies flutter around in your stomach. This feels so naughty, so wrong, but yet, so very, very right. It has been on the cards for a very long time, and finally, you both decide to act on it. You find the room and bring up your hand to knock, but are surprised at yourself for hesitating. You finally shake yourself out of it and go to knock, but the door opens before you manage it. There I stand, waiting for you. You lock eyes with me for a brief moment and resist the temptation to push yourself at me and slam the door. Instead you say hello with a smile and walk in past me as I close the door behind you. For a brief moment, you don't know what is happening. Both you and I are standing in a hotel room, facing each other. The curtains are drawn, the large, comfortable looking bed in the centre of the room, the light dimmed. Is this really going to happen, you wonder? Should you really be here? Is this a mis-
Before you realised what was happening, I pull you into me and kiss you on passionately on the lips, grabbing your hips and pulling you close to me. After a short second, your shock wears off and a warm, tingling sensation overtakes you. This is happening.
You claw at the buttons on my shirt as i pull at the straps on your dress and bra. As your blue dress falls to the floor, leaving you in your underwear, I spin you around, facing away from me and you feel me unfastening your bra strap. You knew I always loved your huge, juicy breasts, so expected that to be the first thing for me to go for. Then, something unexpected happens. You hear a jungle of metal and a clicking noise, something familiar to your naughtier past. Cold metal wraps around your left wrist, and then your right. "Handcuffs" you say with an erotic sigh. Without realising, you try to pull your arms to your front. You knew that they were handcuffs, but for some reason, your brain didn't connect the dots that this would tie your hands behind your back. You were trapped, restrained, completely at the mercy of your friend. However you felt about what was going to happen next, whether you wanted to go along with it or not was the decision of me. A shiver creeps down your spine of guilty pleasure, brought on by the slight chill in the room and the feelings of passion and eroticism that is taking over your body.
I spin you back around to face me. Caught off balance, you stumble, but are caught and up righted by my strong hands. I look deep into your eyes, a look of barely restrained lust in my face. "Do you want this?" I ask, sternly...
"Yes" you reply, surprised at how timid you sounded.
"How much..."
"More than anything... I'm yours".
Those final two words seem to activate something primal within me as I put my hands on your shoulders and force you down to your knees. You now find yourself, almost completely naked, on your knees with your hands firmly chained behind you, staring at my crotch. This is really happening.
I pull at my belt and unfasten my trousers as they collapse around my ankles, leaving a pair of smart blue boxers. "I'll allow you the honours" I say in a commanding manner. That was all the encouragement that you needed as you eagerly lean forward and tug and them with your lips and teeth, desperately eager to unwrap the warm, bulging gift buried beneath. Finally, with enough effort, you pull enough for them to begin to lower. The bulge beneath starts to take a different shape and press with increasing pressure against the soft fabric encasing it. Then, with a sudden spring of force, something snaps up from the boxers, hitting you on the side of the face. You had been longing for that for what felt like forever, the warm, silky, solid feeling of my large, rock hard cock.
The boxers fall away from view, leaving my huge member to stand proudly in front of your face, supported by a shaven ball sack. The end is glistening slightly from the precum that formed, showing that I was as eager to go through with our plan as you. The smell triggers a carnal lust within you, and you want nothing more than to swallow the entire thing.
You feel my hand move behind your head and clench a clump of your hair. You think this is the sign to begin sucking on the big juicy rod in front of you, but to your surprise, you feel me hold your head back. "How much do you want this?" I ask, almost playfully.
"Bad, I want it down my throat now"
"Beg for it" I state, surprising you at how commanding and dominating I have become.
"Please, please let me have it"
You feel me move your head closer and closer to the tip of the huge cock, teasing you just centimetres from your mouth. You can smell the delicious cum just waiting to spray over your face and down your throat.
"Please, give me that fat cock of yours".