by C. T. Sloan
My mysterious lover takes his tongue and runs it from my neck to my breasts. He nibbles on my breasts for a full minute. Damn, he is nice with his tongue. The stranger yanks me off of the bed and forces me onto my knees.
“Now crawl,” he demands. I crawl out of the bedroom. The stranger sits down on the sofa and demands that I, “undress him.” I remove my master’s shoes and socks. Then I reach up and unbuckle his belt. I pull it off. I undo his pants and pull them down. When I look up, I see a huge bulge poking up against his underwear. I take my hand and rub against that bulge. Dammit, I can’t wait one second more. I pull down my lover’s underwear and see that hard erect dick in all of its glory.
I pull apart the stranger’s legs and dive my mouth right on that dick. The stranger pushes my head down, forcing me to deep-throat him. It doesn’t take me long to suffocate on that dick. I try to pull away but the stranger is determined to see how much dick I could take. My eyes begin to roll into the back of my head. I swear I am losing consciousness. Right before I am ready to blackout, the stranger releases me, causing my body to collapse backward onto the coffee table.
I stare at the ceiling. My back is pressed against the glass coffee table top. The stranger slowly spreads my legs apart. He runs his tongue up my inner thigh. Oh fuck. I just lie there and receive his pleasure. I feel him running those strong hands up my body. He scratches at my flesh. I pull on his hair. I take the balls of my feet and run them across the stranger’s strong back. He is so going down there. And best of all, he’s in no hurry.
“Oh!” I moan out loud. The stranger grabs the chain and yanks on it. It seems as though every time I moan or say something he gets aggressive. I don’t mind. With a tongue like his, he could do whatever he wants to me.
The stranger pushes me up against the wall. He spreads my legs apart and slowly enters me from behind. I feel his teeth on my shoulders. I press the side of my face against the wall and enjoy the ride. He fucks me harder and harder. I begin to moan. The stranger puts his right hand across my face. I can’t breathe but I don’t care. When you are getting it this well, you can excuse the fact that your lover is slowly suffocating you to death.
My face turns red. My knees get weak. We both fall to the floor. The stranger lies on his back and makes me ride him. Of course, I have to face away from him. Hey, as long as I’m getting his dick, I don’t care which direction I am facing. And, as it turns out, riding my anonymous lover like this has an added advantage - he is spanking my ass with reckless abandon!
I hop up and down that dick, moaning my approval. The stranger pulls on the chain with every outburst. He certainly likes to correct me early and often. After a while, I have to weigh the benefits of moaning with the penalty of getting my neck snapped backward. Oh, what the hell, I could always wear a neck brace. The harder my lover fucks me, the more I moan. The more I moan, the more my lover chokes me with the chain. Something has to give.
I ride my lover. I grind my hips. I bounce my ass up and down on his perfectly sculpted body. I come closer and closer to orgasm. Now, I am screaming. The stranger pulls on my hair. I cum. He screams. We fall to our sides. The stranger reaches around and squeezes my breasts. He kisses the back of my neck. Then he tells me the one thing I wanted to hear most, “I am not done with you just yet.”
The stranger yanks me, by the chain, and forces me back into the bedroom. He picks me up and throws me onto the bed. He makes me lie on my back. “Grab the bars on the headboard and stay still,” the stranger demands as he disappears back into the living room. This is thrilling and nerve-racking. Who knows what he has planned for me next. I spend the next ten seconds just lying on the bed. I’m left with my own thoughts. For a moment, I think to myself, Who is this guy? I’ve been with him twice. He’s sexy, crazy and mysterious. I wish I could just have one normal conversation with him. When he gets back into the room, I’m gonna try to get to know him.
The stranger comes back with a leather messenger bag, which he drops onto the ground. “So have you ever done this with other girls before?” I ask.
No answer.
“I’ve never done this before. I’m just wondering if there is like a whole subculture of anonymous bondage hook-ups going on in LA.”
The stranger doesn’t say a word. Instead, he stands up with two handcuffs in his hands. He cuffs each of my hands to the bed frame.
“You look good like that,” he says to me.
I look at my mysterious lover’s naked body. “You look good just standing there.”
“Thanks.”
“I love your stomach the most. Those abs,” I say as I bite my lower lip.
The stranger runs his fingers around my nipples. “Your breasts are beautiful. You look pure and untouched.”
“I haven’t been with many guys,” I say.
“Really,” he says. “How many?”
“Three. And you’re number three.”
The stranger smiles. Then he shakes his head. “We shouldn’t be talking about each other,” he says as he reaches down into the bag. Oh well, I got him to open up a little bit. Anyway, enough of the chitchat, I have to know what he has planned for me.
The stranger pulls out this strange one-foot wand from his bag. Oh fuck, now I am scared. He isn’t going to put that thing in me. Is he? The stranger notices the shock and fear on my face. He smiles. He likes that. I begin to squirm in the bed.
“You don’t know what this is, do you?” the stranger asks me.
“All I know is that it’s long,” I say nervously.
“It doesn’t go inside you. It touches you,” the stranger says cryptically.
“It touches me?!” I ask. What the hell does that wand do?!
“Yeah, this wand is designed to touch you and elicit a reaction,” the stranger says. “Allow me to demonstrate.”
The stranger takes the wand and slowly holds it over my stomach. Then he taps my belly. “Ah!” I scream as I feel a slight shock run through my body. What the fuck?! This is like some sort of sexual taser!
The stranger lowers the wand near my body. I begin to twitch. He shocks the right side of my body. “Fuck!” I moan with a mixture of excitement and pain. Before I can recover, the stranger delivers another shock to the inside of my left thigh. I am left breathless. He is really enjoying me squirm on the bed. I just want to catch my breath. My chest heaves up and down while a couple of tears stream down my cheeks. The stranger leans over and begins to gently lick and suck on my nipples as a way of calming me down. I go from pain to pleasure in seconds. Damn, he is good.
When my anonymous lover is done with my breasts, he picks up that wand and begins to tease me with it. Every time he lowers that dastardly sexual weapon near my body, I flinch. He quickly zaps me on the arm. I nearly jump out of the bed. The stranger takes the wand and starts to slowly wave it over my tits. Oh fuck. I want to protest. But I know that saying a word to this aggressive alpha male will only make it worse. I am going to have to take my punishment like a good little girl!
The stranger places the wand directly over my right nipple. He zaps me, sending a surge through my body. I go from being scared to being aroused. The shocks are starting to get me off! He zaps my other nipple. Then he turns me onto my side and zaps my butt. Now that feels good! I look back at him and smile. “Oh, you think you can handle what I have to give you?!” the stranger says as he tosses the wand to the side. The stranger reaches into his bag and pulls out a huge, thick vibrator.
The stranger orders me to open my mouth and suck on the vibrator. I happily oblige. Then he opens my legs and forces me to take every inch of that thick sex toy while I suck him off. Well, well, well, this is the first time that I am being violated at two places at once. And I can tell you right away that I like it. I take extra care to play with my anonymous lover’s balls while I continue to jerk off his dick. I don’t want to brag but I am getting really good at delivering a good quality blowjob.
The harder I suck off the stranger, the harder he fucks me wi
th that vibrator. We continue to go at each other with increasing ferocity. I feel myself ready to cum yet again. I lift my hips up into the air while I deep-throat my lover’s cock. I hear the stranger scream as I go all the way down on his dick. The stranger pulls the vibrator out of my pussy and begins to fuck me with the real thing! My anonymous lover gets on top of me and drives his hard dick deep into my body. He kisses my neck and my face as he thrusts that cock like an animal. My face is red. I scream so loud that I am afraid that the police are going to kick down the door. The stranger starts to scream as well. We climax at the same time. The stranger’s body is glistening in sweat as he lies on top of my restrained body. I wrap my legs around his body and kiss the top of his head. After a few more minutes of awkward cuddling, the stranger gets up and begins to un-cuff me from the bed.
As the stranger releases me from his restraints, I try to put my arms around him. He pulls away. He appears really nervous about being intimate after sex. I sit up on the bed and try a different approach. “Do you want to take a shower together?”
The stranger thinks about it for a moment. He looks me up and down and says, “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
Not bad. I don’t get a hug but I get to wash down that amazing body. We walk into the bathroom and discover a shower and a tub. He goes right for the shower. I was hoping that we could take a nice, long bath together but I don’t want to push it. As we wait for the water to warm up, I try to engage in some small take.
“So is this your first time at Shutters?”
“No,” he says flatly.
“This is my first time. I have always wanted to see the inside of the hotel. But it is very expensive.”
“Not really. I mean, it’s not expensive by LA standards.”
Not expensive by LA standards?! Damn, this guy must be loaded. “So what’s your favorite hotel in town?” I ask.
“The Beverly Hills Hotel for the pool alone,” he says.
“So, you go there a lot?”
The stranger quickly changes his demeanor. “Come on. Let’s get into the shower.”
Oh drat. It looks like my questions got a little too personal. It doesn’t matter. Maybe I can get him to open up a little at a later time. The fact that we are together in this shower is a step in the right direction.
As I pick up the soap, my anonymous lover grabs it from me and orders me to turn around. “I want to wash your body,” he says. Oh. How can I possibly say, “no” to that? The stranger places his hands on my shoulders and gives me a nice soapy massage. I feel his hands move down to my back. His grip is strong. He likes to manhandle my body. While I enjoy the sensation of a soapy, shower massage, a little piece of me is nervous that this guy will snap and really do something crazy.
The stranger moves his hands down to my ass. Now this is starting to get interesting! He grabs my butt and gives it a nice spank. His hands move up to my stomach and head right towards my tits. He plays with my nipples, which causes me to move my head back against his chest. Dammit. He could do this to me all night. I close my eyes. And then I feel the stranger’s hands move up to my neck. He places his right forearm against my throat. I open my eyes and feel his hard cock against my ass. I reach back and feel his thighs as he begins to dry hump me.
That cock starts to get nice and hard. He uses me as his fuck prop for a full minute before he stops. Then he begins to wash himself. I try to grab the soap and wash him. He refuses. Damn, well, that is not going to stop me from putting my hands on him. I run my fingers across the stranger’s flat stomach and strong chest. I playfully scratch his nipples. “You like that?” I ask in my softest voice.
“That’s nice,” he says. I decide to tease him some more. So I lean in and begin to lick and suck on his nipples. The stranger rewards me with a couple of his fingers between my legs. Soon, we stop washing and start playing around. I begin to jerk off my anonymous lover while he rubs me out. We get pretty hot and heavy. And then, he gets back to washing himself off. What a tease.
The stranger dries himself off and heads to the bedroom. He quickly gets himself dressed and starts gathering his stuff. I try to get dressed as well. As the stranger zips up his bag, I try to think of something to say to him. But I’m just too tongue tied to come up with anything clever to say. My anonymous lover pats me on the ass and leers at my body as he walks out of the door. No words need to be exchanged. That’s just his abstract way of saying, “goodbye” without getting too personal.
The door closes behind the stranger, leaving me alone in this upscale hotel suite with an ocean view. I am almost tempted to stay the whole evening since it is presumably paid for. I walk out onto the balcony to soak up the ocean breeze and listen to the waves crash onto the sand. As I contemplate this gorgeous LA night, I find myself completely and totally obsessed with the stranger. I want to know his name. I want to know everything about him.
I look back at the hotel suite. He paid for it. Of course, the hotel should have his credit card on file. I walk up to the hotel phone, pick it up, and ask for the front desk.
“Front desk, how may I help you this evening?
” “Hi, what is the guest name for this room?”
“I’m sorry. The hotel has been instructed to not release the guest name to this room.”
Of course, the stranger wouldn’t make it that easy for me. “Thank you, bye,” I say as I hang up. Perhaps I am being a little too nosy. We are having a great time with these anonymous hook-ups. I should just enjoy it while it lasts.
I walk around the hotel suite for a minute. I might as well see what an $800 a night suite feels like. As I walk past a desk, I notice a crumpled piece of paper in the wastebasket. At first, I don’t think anything of it. But as I check the mini-bar, something occurs to me - that piece of paper could only belong to the handsome stranger. Perhaps that little piece of paper could give me a clue as to my lover’s identity!
I walk over to the little wastebasket and pick out the paper. I open the paper and notice that it is a receipt from a Starbucks. Apparently, my anonymous lover is a fan of the Venti Pike’s Peak Roasted Coffee. The thought of him sitting in the coffee shop drinking that coffee turns me on. Hell, the thought of him doing anything turns me on! Well, at least the stranger and I have something in common. Every day at 8:00 a.m., I stop over at the Coffee Bean on Main Street to get my grande mocha latte. I look at the receipt and notice the address - 428 North Beverly Drive. Hmm, I bet the stranger lives in Beverly Hills. Of course he does. He is well dressed and loaded. And he has that sophisticated Beverly Hills attitude about him.
I look at the time stamp on the receipt - 7:35 a.m. Then something hits me. If the stranger is like most people, he probably buys the same coffee at the same Starbucks every day! I could go to that Starbucks at around 7:30 tomorrow morning and spy on my handsome stranger. Then I can find out what he drives and where he works. My biggest curiosity will be satisfied. I could find out the identity of my anonymous lover! But I would also be breaking the number one rule - don’t learn anything about each other’s lives.
Now, I really start staring at that receipt. This little piece of paper is the key that could answer so many questions in my mind. I know I shouldn’t do this. But I can’t help myself. I am so entranced by my anonymous lover. I must know more about him. I put the piece of paper in my pocket. Then I get up and head out of the hotel room. It’s almost midnight. Though I should know better, I have resolved myself to find out more about the mysterious stranger. The very thought makes me nervous and excited. If I get caught, who knows what will happen to me. The valet pulls up with my car. I pat the pocket holding that all-important receipt. Ready or not, here I come!
To be continued in “Exposed,” the second installment in “The Midnight Stranger” trilogy.
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