You Came

We'd "met" online. Casual conversation had led to flirting. Flirting led to cybersex. Cybersex led to phone sex. We had talked about possibly meeting some day, but it was a big step to fly across the country to meet someone face to face for the first time. You also hinted that you thought it was a bit dangerous: you knew I wanted to dominate you. You wanted that desperately, but were worried about how the reality might differ from the fantasy.

I was invited to a conference near where you live. I mentioned it to you, but you're a little evasive about whether you can get away.

But as I'm giving my talk, I see you in the audience. I struggle to keep my composure. I can't believe it's really you. You're even more beautiful in person. I fight not to stare at you for too long, or to let my eyes linger on your cleavage. You smile at me -- and I see you blush. It turns me on even more to know that I'm having that effect on me.

After my talk and the question session, a few people come up to chat with me. You wait patiently to the side. Someone wants to take me to lunch, but I gesture toward you and say, "I wish I could, but I haven't seen my colleague J in a long time, and we have to catch up."

I finally walk up to you. "I'm glad you came." I stare at you.

You look down, girlishly, and say, "Me too."

I put my hand on your back and guide you toward the door. "Are you hungry? Would you like to have lunch."

You blurt, "No," quickly, and then stare at the floor, blushing even more than before.

"I see," I say slowly. I'm starting to really enjoy toying with you. We continue walking toward the lobby. "I wonder what we should do then. Maybe we could just go into the cafe and chat?"

You shrug, looking a little disappointed.

Of course, I'd gladly sit and chat with you all day, just for the pleasure of looking at you. But I can tell that your passion has gotten the better of you. "Or maybe you'd prefer to go to my room...and chat."

You nod, but without making eye contact with me.

We're at the elevators now. I take your chin in my hand and force you to look at me. "I said, 'Do you want to go up to my room?' Answer me."

It's a crowded conference. Everyone is probably too busy to pay any attention to us, but you feel like everyone is watching you, and knows exactly what is going on. You gulp and manage to whisper, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

At this point, a man who is standing nearby does seem to be watching us and listening with surprised curiosity. But you force out, "Yes, I want to go up to your room."

I smile and lead you into the elevator.

We don't say anything on our way to my room, but the silence, and the sexual tension that fills that silence, says more than anything else could.

When we get in the room, we sit on the couch together, but with some space between us.

I want you desperately, but I'm also savoring the pleasure of controlling you, making your desires subject to my whims, knowing that your pussy is soaked right now, but that you can't do anything about it.

You break the silence: "So were you really happy to see me?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"Because you're beautiful...and sexy...and you make me hard...and I want to fuck you."

You visibly shiver at the word "fuck."

I can't hold back any more. "Stand up in front of me," I order.

You comply, looking expectant. I lean back in the couch. In my jacket and tie, I look like a patron at a high-class brothel, picking out his whore for the evening.

"I want to see your tits. Take your blouse and bra off...good, now finger your nipples and make them hard...yeah, that's it...now take your skirt off...oh, you must want it bad, you're not even wearing panties...finger your pussy, you slut...rub your clit and finger your cunt at the same time."

There you are, in a hotel room, standing naked in front of a man you've only known from the internet and phone calls, masturbating because he told you to. And you're loving every second of it.

I stand up and start to undress. When I'm standing in front of you, naked and hard, my balls tight with cum for you, I ask, "Do you want it?"

"Yes!"

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me!"

"Beg for it!"

"Please! Please fuck me! I'll give you anything you want! Just take me and fuck me and use me!"

I grab you and throw you back onto the big, hotel bed. I jerk your body around until you are on the edge and then I kneel down and dive into your pussy, my tongue gently flicking your clit. You moan and your hips twitch, but I know you want something more. I shove two fingers into your cunt and start to finger-fuck you, hard and fast. Soon it's three fingers...then four...then the thumb. Your moans are on the borderline between pleasure and pain, but you're pushing back against my hand all the while, and my tongue never stops on your clit.

My head bobs up. "Did you bring lube for your ass?"

You nod: "It's in my purse."

I pause. "You fucking slut!"

"I know," you whimper. "I'm such a slut for you."

I reach for your purse. I pull out the lube and smirk as I keep looking inside. Then I pull out the vibrator.

"What's THIS?" I ask, smugly.

You cover your face with embarrassment. "I thought...I thought you might like...."

"No, you thought YOU might like it, you fucking whore!"

I shove the vibrator in your mouth. "Suck it!" You see the look on my face as you mouth the vibrator: I know my cock is getting the same treatment soon and it makes me ache for it. But I'm a disciplined man, and so I pull the vibrator out of your mouth and shove it into your cunt. I lube a finger on my left hand, and massage your ass with it. You sigh as I slowly slip it in. But soon I'm quickly moving it in and out of your ass, while I'm working the buzzing vibrator in your cunt, and licking your clit.

Your scream fills the room as you orgasm.

After cumming, you're panting, your breasts heaving up and down as you breath, fresh sweat glistening on your skin. But I don't give you any time to recover. I quickly climb onto the bed and straddle your face, shoving my rock-hard cock into your mouth. I'm pleased and impressed at how eagerly and skillfully you suck it. One of your dainty hands rubs my balls while the other caresses my ass, hips and hairy chest. Soon I'm rhythmically face-fucking you, using you for my pleasure. You can taste my pre-cum, and it makes your pussy twinge with excitement again. I groan, "Fuck, you really know how to suck cock, don't you? I can tell you're a girl who really likes having cock in her mouth. Yeah, that's it; you do it so good. I should go down to the bar and bring up a couple more guys to fill up all your holes."

You moan and squirm at the thought of being used like that.

Suddenly I shove my cock all the way down your throat. My balls are right against your chin. You can't breathe, and it feels like I don't even care. You desperately start to smack my ass, begging for breath. Just when you think you can't take any more, I raise my hips, and you gasp and cough, the spit running down your cheeks.

"Cock-sucking whore! That's what you deserve for wanting it so badly!" I rub my cock and balls all over your face. "And you still want more, don't you? You suck my cock so good you make me want to cum all over your face. That turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes," you gasp. "Please cum on my face."

"You cunt!" I pull out again and start to get off you, and you wonder what I have in mind next. "Get all the way up on the bed. We're going to 69."

There's plenty of room on the hotel bed, and soon your pussy is up by my face while you continue to eagerly suck my cock. I lick your pussy gently at first, because you came just a few minutes ago, but being my oral-whore has really turned you on again, so I start licking more firmly and put three fingers into your cunt. You can tell that I adore your pussy. I'm obviously loving your cunt-cream and savoring the feeling of your clit under my tongue. Your second orgasm starts to build up. My hand reaches down to your face. I softly cup it in my hand, and you are touched by the gentleness and intimacy. But then I reach around and bury my fingers under your hair and shove your face deeper onto my cock. You moan in appreciation. You know you're on edge of cumming. You jerk your head up off my cock and whimper, "Please. Finger my ass again."

I look down at you with lust in my eyes. "It's so fucking hot that you ask for dirty stuff. Come here." You sit up and I kiss you passionately. You can smell your cunt on my face. "Lick your cream off my face." As you lap away like a hungry puppy, I ask, "Are you a cock-whore?"

"Yes. I love cock. I love sucking it. I love getting fucked with it."

"Are you an anal whore?"

"Yes. I want your finger in my ass while you lick me. I want anything you want to give me."

I jerk your head back to my crotch. You feel my finger sink into your ass while I hungrily lick your clit. My hips are jerking, pumping my cock into your mouth, and your second orgasm tears through you, even more intense than the last.

You're panting and trembling, but still you manage to frantically suck off my cock. In between giving your tender pussy slow, gentle licks (which make you twitch), I groan, "Yeah, that's it. Suck that cock, you whore. Show me what a fucking slut you are." You know I can't last much longer, and you get ready to swallow my load.

But I show you again that I'm in charge. I jerk out of your mouth and then drag you off the bed onto the floor, like a dog being pushed off the couch. I unceremoniously shove you onto all fours and bury one hand back under your hair, before sticking my cock into your cunt and fucking you doggie-style. I use my grip on your hair to shove your face into the floor. You nipples are rubbing against the carpet as I pump into you, and the rough texture feels good on them. Somewhere deep in your mind, you know you should be embarrassed about the guttural animal noises you are making while I fuck you, but the part of your mind that is in control right now just wants more. "Fuck me," you whimper. "Show me what a dirty slut I am."

You gasp when I pull out of you and you desperately shove your rear toward me, trying to get me to fuck you some more. But then you feel me pulling your ass cheeks apart and pushing the cap of my cock against your asshole. You're excited but also afraid. "Put some more lube on! Please! It'll hurt!"

My voice is a low, frightening growl: "Oh, it's gonna hurt all right." You wonder if I'm a very different man from what you thought. But you have no more time for thought as I quickly but skillfully slip my cock into your asshole. Your ass seizes my cock, and your whole body feels like it's tightening up with it. There's just enough lubrication in between what I used earlier and all the spit and cunt-cream on my cock, but it still hurts.

Tears runs down your cheeks as you whisper, "Please don't."

"Fuck you."

"Please. It hurts."

"Good. You deserve it for being such a whore."

I start to pound your ass fast and hard. You're being pushed down flat on the ground. You didn't even know you could be taken up the ass like this. The tears come faster. Later, you will remember the crying, and begging me to stop raping your ass, and me telling you that you were my "anal whore" -- until finally I screamed and shot my spunk into you.

Your mind slowly began to clear as I lay on top of your back, completely spent, our sweat-drenched bodies almost fused together. And you felt me tenderly kissing your ear, your neck, your cheek, your eyes, and whispering, "Darling...darling...thank you so much...this was so wonderful."

"Anything," you whisper back. "Anything for you."

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