Hotel Escort: Submission Erotica

by Megan West

  Without saying anything else, he undid his belt and lowered his zipper, pulling his cock out through the opening. He looked already fully erect and large.

  “Open your mouth,” he ordered in a tone more commanding than he had used all evening.

  She obeyed immediately. The head of his cock pressed against her pursed lips before forcing its way into her mouth. The doctor clasped her face between his hands and started thrusting between her lips. She was so shocked, she had no idea what to do.

  At first he only slid about halfway in. But then he started to go in further with each inward motion. His cock started to block her airway. He left it there for a second or two before drawing back. She was gagging and struggling around his thick shaft.

  Pretty soon he was hitting her nose with his balls each time, but she’d figured out it was like when he was stretching her ass. If she forced herself to keep calm and relax her muscles, it went much smoother. It wasn’t long before his use of her had her pussy thrumming with need.

  He was completely silent while he fucked her face, and the only noises in the room were the slurping sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her wet mouth. She thought he would keep going until he came, but as abruptly as he started, he stopped, removing himself completely with a loud wet POP that filled the room.

  “I’m going to put the table back up.”

  Once her head was supported again, he went to the other side of the table and sat down in his stool. Like before he inserted his finger into her pussy to test her level of arousal.

  “Excellent. Exactly like I suspected. Your clitoris is nearly vibrating you are so aroused right now, and I can see your vaginal lubricant is flowing much more. Your body is completely ripe for intercourse.”

  Jennifer was still in shock from the sudden, rough use of her mouth by the previously pleasant doctor and wasn’t sure what to say. She kept her eyes on the ceiling and waited for what would come next. For the first time, she was a little scared of him. But, at the same time, she knew he was right. Her need to be fucked was off the charts and it was only her mental discomfort that kept herself from begging him to immediately take her.

  Apparently, he wasn’t going to wait for her to ask him. He stood, and without warning, dropped the lower half of the table down. Then he stepped between her legs and thrust his cock inside her. It was quick, hard, and completely unexpected.

  There had never been anything else in her life feeling even remotely as good as being filled to the brim with this man’s dick. She moaned and then slapped her hands over her mouth in embarrassment at making any sound. Like before, he was completely quiet.

  He fucked her like a machine, setting a steady pace of maximum-thrusting. Her tits playfully bounced from the bucking of his hips against her. When she looked at him, she saw he wasn’t looking at her. The expression on his face was the same one you would see when a man was maybe reading a newspaper or an interesting article online.

  He definitely didn’t look like someone in the throes of passion. Other than his cock and pelvis, he wasn’t touching her body. His hands were by his sides while he pumped in and out of her. He looked like he was simply—doing his job.

  Her body didn’t seem to care whether or not he was enjoying himself. The way he moved his cock inside of her combined with everything else that had happened that night had her heading toward climax faster than ever before. She tightened up her inner muscles and clenched the fabric of the robe in her fists. Only barely was she able to keep from groaning out loud.

  But right before she was about to orgasm, he stopped. He gave her a quick smile while he, with some difficulty, put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. More than a little disgruntled, she tried to keep the disappointment from her face. After all, he was here to examine her, not make her orgasm. If he wasn’t finishing, why should she be allowed to?

  “Well, I think this has been very illuminating. In both cases I pretty much treated your body as if it was a blow up doll. I was rude and assuming. Nothing I did was about pleasing you or in consideration of you. Yet both times your level of arousal was either sustained or increased.

  Jennifer was confused. “You mean you could tell I was about to, uhm, orgasm?”

  “Yes, certainly. The signs are very clear.”

  She really wanted to ask him why he hadn’t let her come, but he sounded so clinical about it, she couldn’t make herself ask. Mind racing, she tried to think of a way to form her question in terms relating to the exam but had no luck.

  Dr. Franklin went over to a cabinet and took out a tube of something. Then he came back and moved the stool back between her legs. The end of the table was still down, so her pussy was right there in front of him.

  “I’d like you to scoot down a little further please. I’m going to resume where we left off last week with your anus. I’ll need to start the stretching over, but once I feel your comfort level is sufficient, we will move ahead with testing intercourse in this area.”

  “You’re going to fuck me in my ass?” Jennifer blurted out. Mortified, she covered her face with her left arm, wanting to kick herself for her outburst.

  Dr. Franklin only chuckled though. “Yes, in layman’s terms, I will be fucking you in the ass. With your permission of course?”

  Jennifer, feeling like a complete idiot, nodded.

  “I know this must all seem terribly forward of me, but given your particular case and circumstances, I need to maintain a certain demeanor and impersonal attitude while conducting the individual exams.”

  When he said it that way, it all made complete sense, of course.

  “Would you like to continue?” he asked. “And, please, can you remove your arm from your face? I’d prefer to see you when you answer.”

  With a sigh, she removed her arm and looked at the doctor. Thankfully, his expression was kind and patient. It was a little disconcerting to view him between her naked legs, but she was able to pull herself together enough to answer.

  “Yes, I’d like to continue,” she said softly.

  He smiled. “Good.”

  Thinking back to the last time, she remembered something else that had come before the actual stretching.

  “Are you going to punish me again?” she asked.

  Dr. Franklin got a thoughtful look on his face. “Hm. Good question. Tell me, in your dreams, does punishment often precede anal intercourse?”

  Blushing anew, she answered, “always.”

  “I see. Well then, I think it would be best to carry on in that manner. What type of punishment from your dreams would you say has the greatest impact on your libido after you awaken?”

  Jennifer had to think back. By now, there had been so many dreams it was hard for her to pin point an exact one. But the one that sprang immediately to mind was one of the more recent ones.

  “Ah, I see you remembered. Your vagina has excreted a new flow of lubrication.”

  “Oh, geez,” she muttered, embarrassed again. It was too much how well he could read her body.

  “Now, Jennifer. What kind of doctor would I be if I couldn’t understand your physical reactions? It is nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. Be thankful you’re healthy and your body responds in a positive manner.”

  She knew he was right, but this was going to take some getting used to. She had always been shy with her body. While his friendly, clinical manner put her at ease, it was still all very new to her.

  “Do you think you can tell me about your dream?”

  Looking up at the ceiling again, she spoke. “I dreamt I messed up really bad at work. Instead of writing me up or firing me, the boss whipped me with his belt.”

  “Okay. That’s good. Tell me more.”

  Her face held a steady 100 degrees of embarrassment, she continued in a monotonous, detached tone, hating even thinking about the dream and how demeaning to her it was, especially since it had turned her on so much.

  “He forced me over his desk and told me if I wanted to keep my job, I had
to let him hit me with his belt. Then he lifted up my skirt and started striking me. In the dream it hurt a lot. I cried and cried. Then he lowered my underwear and whipped me more. Finally, when he was done, he ass fucked me. I orgasmed nearly instantly in the dream.”

  Dr. Franklin patted her foot in approval. “Excellent. Thank you. I know that was hard for you.”

  Jennifer stayed silent, staring at the ceiling even though she knew the doctor was waiting for a reply.

  “Well, then. What do you think? Shall we try the belt?”

  She had been afraid that was where this was going. How could she actually ask him to hit her with his belt? There’s no way it could possibly feel good. It would hurt too much. But he acted like it was normal, and she had loved it so much in the dream.

  Finally looking at him, she asked, “Won’t it hurt?”

  “It will,” he answered. “It will leave you with stripe marks on your rear end, and you’ll probably scream and cry. Not to mention how difficult it will be to sit down for the next several days.”

  Growing agitated she sat up and threw her hands in the air. “Then why on earth would I want you to do that to me?”

  “Because,” he said, taking her hands in his and staring into her eyes, “there’s something special inside you that will like it. There’s a part of you that takes that pain and elevates it to something beyond mere pleasure. You will experience a rush of endorphins like you never have before and even possibly enter a sort of wakeful dream state where the strike of the belt seems like it’s reaching you through ten layers of cotton.”

  Jennifer’s eyes widened as she listened to him explain it all in a low, seductive voice. Somehow he made her want to feel the belt against her skin. He made the experience sound worth the pain.

  “I don’t know,” she stammered.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  Strangely, she did. Even though this was only her second appointment and even though he had done things to her well outside the typical medical exam, she trusted him.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Then let me share this with you. Everything we’ve done tonight and the previous night has indicated you will respond to this positively. I will give you five stripes with the belt and then have sex with you anally. You will most likely orgasm at least two times. And, when we’re done, you’ll be physically and emotionally drained. I will help you with that too. You will stay here with me until you’re able to function safely and discuss everything we did in a constructive manner. By the time you leave here, you’ll know if this is your sexuality.”

  Mesmerized by his confidence, she nodded slowly. “Okay. I consent.”

  He smiled at her. “Good girl. I’m proud of you. Go ahead and lie back down. Feet flat on the table, butt hanging over the end. I’m going to stretch you and then insert a plug to help you stay open while we do the punishment.”

  Gulping, she laid down as he asked. He stretched her ass exactly as he had the other night. Only this time, once he’d gotten her comfortable with two fingers, he lubed up a black, silicone anal plug and slid it into her body, tapping the flange on the bottom once it was in place.

  “You did well,” he said when he was done. “Now up on your hands and knees, please.”

  She flipped over and got up on all fours. When Dr. Franklin started lowering the table to put her at the right height, she had the same exact feeling like when she was on a roller coaster a date had talked her into going on. She was terrified and when she got to the top of the hill, nearly in a panic state. But then the coaster had gone over the hill, and she had ended up enjoying the ride.

  Still, the part she remembered most of all was the sheer terror of the moment before going down the big drop. And now there wasn’t a bar locking her in or the complete lack of an exit.

  “Uhm, I don’t think I can do this after all,” she stammered out while scrambling off the table.

  He had already taken off his belt and stood holding it. But he didn’t lose patience with her or seem irritated.

  “How about you drape yourself over the table instead? That will be more like your dream. Here, let me raise it back up a little.”

  Jennifer wanted only to run from the room, but when he patted the table expectantly and looked her in the eye, she found she didn’t have it in her to defy him. The next thing she knew, she was bent over the table, her ass in the air.

  Perhaps knowing if he said anything else, she might bolt again, there was no further warning before the first strike. It came down hard across her ass and she screamed, reaching back and grabbing her cheeks in her hands.

  “Ow! That hurts!”

  He didn’t answer her, but took her wrists in his hand and held them over her back. Then, he hit her again, even harder this time. Her reaction was the same, but some little tiny part of her brain woke up and sent a thrill down her back. It was as elusive as a piece of dust in the sunshine, but she felt it nonetheless.

  The belt fell again and again. She was sobbing now, her ass feeling like it was being feasted on by hundreds of fire ants.

  “You’re doing excellent. Only one more,” he said.

  And then the final blow fell. She had survived. Her mind was reeling and there wasn’t a coherent thought in her head, but she had lived through it.

  Dimly she was aware of the doctor tossing aside the belt and getting into position behind her. The plug was removed and the head of his cock started to push and prod at her ass. She barely felt it thanks to the pain on her ass. He had no problem slipping all the way in even though her ass now felt more stretched than ever before.

  Once he was balls deep, he grabbed her hips and started moving slowly in and out. With everything going on in her head and her body, she couldn't really separate one sensation from the rest. Yes, she had a cock in her ass, a place no cock had never been before. But she also had red welts on her rear end that were getting more inflamed each time he thrust and her skin met his pelvis.

  The earth shattering aspect of the whole ordeal, at least mentally, was the overwhelming relief of actually enjoying what he was doing, despite all the discomfort and pain.

  She had been terrified her dreams would only prove to be ridiculous manifestations from some unknown stimulus. But the exact opposite was true. And even though the complexity of what she was feeling far exceeded what she’d been able to come up with in her dreams since, prior to tonight, her brain had no memories to draw from, she still loved it and knew it was her.

  He fucked her ass like he’d done her pussy and mouth before, with a robotic steady rhythm. With zero clit or pussy stimulation, she felt a very similar pressure like when she would be coming soon. Except it was so different. She longed for something to touch directly on her pussy, but the climax kept building anyway. The angle of his cock managed to stimulate a sensitive spot.

  Desperately hoping he wouldn’t stop like before, she clenched up her pussy muscles. Instantly, everything ramped up. Her orgasm was just about there, then was crashing over her in the next stuttering breath, drowning her in a tumultuous wave.

  She screamed out as her fingers dug deep into the cushion. She clutched for dear life. He kept on fucking her, like he hadn’t even noticed she’d come.

  And then something happened that had never happened to her before—a new climax immediately started to build inside her, and it came on even quicker than the last. Ten strokes of the doctor’s cock later, she was coming again.

  And that was when the stoic, clinical, professional doctor finally let himself go. With a deep, quiet grunt and an extra tight grip on her hips, he came inside her, clutching her body as close to his as he could. For only that moment, she felt like something more than just a patient to him. She smiled, feeling like she had done something absolutely amazing for more than just herself.

  Like he promised her, he didn’t let her go until she was rock steady and capable of coherent thought. He gave her water and cookies as if she just donated blood. When she was ready, they talked for q
uite some time about what all they had done.

  She left Dr. Franklin’s office feeling like she was entering a whole new world, one that made her previous existence seem like it had happened on a planet far away. Now she saw her life in its true light and was ready to move forward into uncharted territory.

  A couple years later she ran into Dr. Franklin at a party. He was with a pet slave girl, and Jennifer was with her dominant of one year. That night the four of them celebrated anew Dr. Franklin’s successful work with Jennifer...but that is another story for another time.

  Second Free Bonus Story

  Chapter One

  Emily was Sam’s date for the evening. In addition to having an incredibly charming smile, she had one hell of body. He’d been covertly eyeing her perky breasts and ogling her round, plump ass all night. Bored at the dreadful cocktail reception his company had planned for the third year in a row, the two had opted to play a little game with a big wager. And she had just lost.