All characters in this story who engage in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age.
Here it was--room 214. I paused at the door for a couple of deep breaths, trying to ease the trembling that had been building in the pit of my stomach since last night when Sir had issued my final instructions.
I was really going to do this: not only sucking a cock for the first time, but giving myself--submitting--to this dominant man. My legs shook, and I leaned one hand against the door jamb in case my knees buckled.
It would be okay, I assured myself. I had talked to Sir online for several weeks, and he seemed kind enough...if very commanding. Bethany had talked to him, too--sufficiently for her to feel comfortable giving me permission to come here tonight for this: my first time to have sex with a man.
One more deep breath, and I put my hand to the door handle. I had been told not to knock--the door was unlocked and opened easily. I found myself in a short foyer with a closet to my left and a bathroom to my right. I could see part of the main room, but only the part with a desk and entertainment center. The bed and other furniture were out of sight around the corner.
Quietly, I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. Hands shaking wildly, I followed my orders, removing my clothes, folding them neatly, and stacking them on the counter next to the lavatory.
Finally, naked and quivering with nerves, I opened the bathroom door and dropped to my hands and knees. I lowered my head submissively so my hair fell across my face, and I slowly crawled into the hotel room.
Raising my head just enough to peer through the fall of hair, I saw Sir sitting in the room's single easy chair. He wore black slacks, dress shoes and a crisp, white, button-down shirt. I didn't raise my head to look him in the face, but lowered it again and crawled toward him.
When I was close enough to his shiny black shoes, I took the position he had described to me, sitting on my heels, knees apart, hands clasped at the small of my back, chest out, tits up, eyes down, mouth open--ready to be used as Sir pleased. I was committed; it was done. My fate was in his hands--for the next few hours, at least.
Sir regarded me silently for several long minutes, then leaned forward and placed the tip of one finger beneath my chin, prompting me to raise my head. He brushed the hair out of my face and leaned back once more in his chair as I knelt at his feet.
I'd seen his photo before, so I knew he was an attractive man, but seeing him in person...he just looked so...
big
...especially since he was dressed and I wasn't. I felt like a tiny, naked creature quailing under the scrutiny of a giant. My breath caught, and the ball of nervous energy gyrating in my chest caused my boobs to jiggle slightly.
Finally, Sir spoke, and a shiver raked my spine at the deep, rich authority in his voice. "Undress me," he said, gentle but unyielding, "begin with my shoes."
Hands trembling, I leaned forward to touch his left shoe. The polished leather was slick and cool beneath my fingers, and I had the sudden irrational urge to kiss it. Should I? He hadn't said to, but....
