Part 2...The Encounter
I sat in the chair in the corner of my dark room. I had done a quick change and threw on a short leather micro-mini skirt so my lover could have easy access. I left the leather bra on but lost the sheer shirt. I switched into some thigh high latex boots with a 5-inch heel. To accessorize, I brought out my collection of leather chokers with different phrases bedazzled in diamonds on them. Tonight, I thought the one that said SLUT was the most appropriate. I felt hot and ready to release the whore within myself. To top off my outfit, I decided to leave in my butt plug. I was ready for whatever was to come.
I leaned back in the chair with anticipation, waiting to see if my George Clooney type would take the bait and dare come to my room. I threw one leg up over the arm of the chair and gently started caressing my pussy to keep my juices flowing. I was as wet as I had ever been. I massaged my clit and let out a light moan. I was worked up. Occasionally, I dipped my finger into my slit and tasted my sweet juices. If my visitor decided to visit, I thought it would set the tone if he could smell my snatch on my lips.
It had now been 25 minutes since I strutted out of the bar. I was beginning to think it might turn into a solo night. I am not going to lie, while I am normally fine with taking it as it comes, tonight I really wanted to get fucked. My mind raced and I picked up the pace massaging my clit. As I threw my head back and closed my eyes, I heard the key card being inserted in the door. It was on. He had the balls to take me up on my offer for a wild evening.
As the door slowly opened, my excitement mounted, but I knew I had to keep it cool and remain in control. As my mystery man stepped into the dark room, I heard a timid "Hello?". I remained quiet in the corner chair. He flicked on the light and was surprised to see the room dimly lit in red. This was all part of my routine and why I demand 15 minutes to set the mood. I replaced all the light bulbs with red bulbs. If my CEO career taught me anything, it was to go big or go home.
He walked into the room and saw me sitting in the corner chair with my leg still draped over the side of the chair. I continued to massage my clit as he made eye contact with me. I seductively licked my lips, curious to see how he would handle the situation. He cautiously inched forward and began to speak. "My name is...".
"Shhh", I whispered. "No names. Not tonight". He walked slowly toward me. I decided to plunge two fingers two knuckles deep into my pussy. I stood up as we met face to face. I traced his lips with my two pussy soaked fingers. "Do you taste that?", I asked seductively. He nodded, never breaking his gaze into my eyes.
He grabbed me a threw me up against the wall and in what seems like one fell swoop, perched my right leg around his hip, pulled down his linen pants, freeing his cock as he slammed it deep inside my wet pussy. I was soaking, so it slid in quickly. I threw my head back in passion and lust. He was the most well endowed man I had ever been with. It felt like at least 11 inches slamming in and out of me. Fucking standing up felt sinful. I shuddered through my first orgasm. I needed him to last though so I pushed him backwards onto the bed and immediately fell to my knees. I needed his shaft in my mouth.