When we are away from each other, thoughts of her relentlessly occupy my mind both during the day and in my dreams. I’ve tried like hell to suppress my cravings for her but to no avail. I knew I was addicted and could not live without my time with her. Her heartbeat kept mine pulsing with life that only she knew how to sustain. Each day that we spent apart increased an immense emotional and physical longing. At times, the distance felt unbearable. Not only was she a satisfying sexual partner, but through our strong emotional connection, she had grown to be the ethereal extension of my soul. Contained within the both of us was an insatiable carnal appetite. I willingly and happily accepted the fact that she held the key that unlocked and fueled the aggressive and indulgent beast that lay deceptively and silently beneath the thin veneer of my otherwise benign exterior.
For the few short days that we would be together, hours and hours would be filled with wild and reckless pleasure. By the time I would reunite with her again months later, my appetite and longing for her would be voracious. I’d ravage her body unmercifully until we both were sexually sated.
“Giselle! Giselle!” someone yells in our direction.
My thoughts are abruptly interrupted. I turn and see a colleague from another library running with her baggage in tow, quickly trying to get to where we are so that she can ride in the same elevator.
I feign delight.
“Lori! It’s so nice to see you again!” I exclaim, giving her a hug before we all walk into the elevator together.
“Giselle, I’m so glad I caught you. I don’t know a soul at this conference and well, I was hoping that I could tag along with you; that is, if you don’t mind?” she asks eagerly.
Before I can answer her question, she shoots off what feels like a dozen more questions throughout the ride up. I’m thankful when we reach her floor and she steps out. I wave to her as the door closes.
“You know she’s going to be a problem,” I say as I turn to Leila, using my body to pin hers up against the railing in the elevator.
Brushing my lips against hers, I kiss her lightly while I slip my hand underneath her skirt. I murmur my approval when I discover she is pantyless and stroke the smooth flesh of her inner thighs and the soft lips of her cunt. As I do this I’m thinking that some horny security guard is probably getting his rocks off while watching us on the security camera in the elevator. I look up and see a lens in the corner and smile in its direction.
Just as I’m about to dip my fingers inside of her, the soft chime of the elevator signals it’s time to get off.
“Are you wearing it?” I ask her, my eyes searching her neck and stepping away as the doors open up.
With her eyes cast downward, a demure smile forms on her beautiful pouty lips and she murmurs, “Yes, Mistress.”
Tugging at the fabric, she lowers the neckline of her turtleneck blouse, so that I can see the leather collar—with the shiny metal letters forming the words HER SLAVE—wrapped snuggly around the smooth skin of her neck. The darkness contrasts beautifully with her tawny brown skin and beautiful black hair. The big metal ring in the front looks lost without its leash. I can fix that problem later on.
As soon as I see it, I walk off the elevator with her trailing behind me. We search for our separate rooms. I find mine, open the door, and push my luggage inside, letting the door close behind me. I listen for hers to close too. I wait. Soon I hear the door handle to the room adjacent to mine turning. She opens it. I grab her by the wrist, pull her roughly inside my room, and shove her up against the wall. She cries out as I grab a fistful of hair, yank her head back and kiss her hard, bruising the soft lips that I’ve craved with mine. Shoving my hand under her blouse I maul her breasts roughly with my free hand, pinching her nipples between my fingers until she whimpers against my lips.
“Miss me?” I taunt her.
“God, I did…so damn much!” she gasps breathlessly, biting my lips like a bitch in full heat and wrapping her legs around my thigh. I can feel the heat and moisture from her cunt searing into my leg.
“Show me how happy you are to see me then,” I say as I release her from my grip.
She takes me by the hand and leads me to the edge of the bed.
“Mistress, will you please sit?” she asks carefully.
I plop down on the mattress and stare at her. She is playing a dangerous game, but I understand her and know that she has a tendency toward misbehavior after long absences from each other. She’s going to push the envelope. I just know it.
Fully expecting her to ask for permission to open my trousers, I’m surprised when she instead stands closely in front of me, her knees almost touching mine. She lifts her blouse and pulls off her bra. Slowly unzipping her skirt, she lets it fall to the ground. My eyes follow the soft curve of her hips, accentuated by the lacy black garters that she is wearing, down to her shaved mound and pouty cunt. I subconsciously run my tongue over my lips while my gaze continues down her long stocking covered legs and ends up at the black high heels.
I look back up at her. The sight of the black leather collar around her neck combined with her naked body makes my clit stir with excitement.
She eyes me seductively and turns around, her bare ass only about a foot away from my face and close enough for her to feel my hot breath on her skin. Slowly, she bends over so that her ass is exposed to me in its succulent and fleshy glory. I see something shiny, black, and rubber protruding from her hole. It’s a small butt plug.
I shift my hips slightly, feeling my groin begin to heat up.
Pleased with my reaction, she reaches back and strokes her ass lightly with her fingertips, kneading her flesh, and sighing softly.
Grasping the butt plug, she pulls it out slightly and pushes it back in slowly, arching her back and moaning quietly. She continues to fuck herself, shifting the weight of her body on each stroke so that she is moving in a tantalizingly sensuous way. I watch as her petite fingers continue to pull its stiff length out farther and farther, the black toy glistening with lube, then push the whole thing back inside her ass again.
I am stoic and emotionally unyielding but internally fight the temptation to grasp on to it and fuck her with it myself. Patience you. I decide to wait.
“I wore it for you, Mistress,” she purrs. “Every time I moved or sat down, it reminded me of how sinfully you fuck me.”
She was right of course. Leila adored being fucked up the ass more than anyone I’d ever been with. Every time I delivered that particular pleasure to her, I completely lost myself in the act. I’d ride that fine derriere until she was absolutely spent and could not take it anymore.
Each sigh, moan, or gasp that left her lips during our lovemaking I breathed in and possessed as if it were my own. Even now, as she taunts me by fucking herself in my presence, I feel my mind slipping into a sensual state that only she can put me in.
She moans quietly and begins to fuck herself in earnest with one hand, the other rubbing her clit. Her knees buckle slightly.
“Stop!” I growl at her.
“Yes, Mistress!” comes her stunned reply. Immediately she stops and turns around, but avoids eye contact with me.
“You were about to come weren’t you?” I ask her as I stand up. My face is so close to hers that my lips brush against her ear as I speak, “And were you planning on asking for permission?”
Silence.
“They say the eyes don’t lie,” I stare at her, piercing her eyes with mine.
She attempts to look at me but can’t hold my gaze.
“I expected as such.” I say, sneering at her.
Despite the sternness in my voice, I indulge the tenderness that I feel for her by allowing my eyes to wander over her face, silently stroking her soft skin with invisible featherlike caresses over her cheek and then resting on her lips.
Those luscious lips. They’ve explored every inch of my body, leaving their hot imprint in the most intimate of places.
She shudders when I push away a lock of hair from h
er shoulders and run a lone finger lightly across her neck, then downward to a pert nipple adorned with a stainless steel ring. Circling it with my fingertip, I grasp it and tug it slightly, watching the expression on her face.
“I was going to stop….” She groans at first but the sensation from her nipple ring being tugged stops her in midsentence.
“You’re lying,” I state matter-of-factly and release the ring.
She winces but I catch the bratty look in her eyes for a split second before she lowers them again. Without being told, she hurriedly crawls onto the edge of the bed with her ass up in the air and her face down on the covers.
“I’m sorry for being so bold, Mistress,” she whimpers. “I only wanted to show you my new toy and how much I missed you.”
Whack! The sound of my raised hand making contact with the bare flesh of her ass fills the emptiness of the room.
“Oh, my god!” she yelps.
I spank her bottom repeatedly until pink welts rise everywhere and my hand becomes warm. She squirms and flinches but gloriously revels in the illicit pleasure. Her cunt begins to convulse with each strike. Soon I see small glistening drops of moisture emerge from her slit. I watch the sweet honey make its way down her leg. The air around us is filled with the heady and musky scent of her excitement, and it drives my desire to take her body and senses to new heights.
“Please don’t stop!” she begs, her voice cracking; it is husky and heavily intoxicated with desire. I watch as the muscles in her body both tense and release with each stroke of my hand.
“You’re a naughty little whore,” I say, not letting on that she has ignited a fire now burning so wickedly hot in my cunt that I can barely stand it.
I continue to deliver the pleasure and pain that she wants until my hand burns and I can’t continue any longer. Next time I won’t forget the leather flogger.
I stop abruptly and she groans miserably, almost crying.
“Patience, woman,” I warn her as I tear off my shirt and unbutton my trousers, causing the huge dildo I’ve got strapped on to spring free. I catch a glimpse of us in a large mirror on the wall and smile wickedly. The narcissist in me enjoys the sight of our naked bodies; she adorned in black stockings and high heels and me with my love weapon.
Positioning myself behind her, I gently thrust my knee between her legs to get her to open up. I reach between her burning globes of soft flesh, grasp the plug and gently but slowly give it a tug, testing it to see how tightly it’s embedded in her body. She lets out a soft moan but it slides out easily enough. I quickly toss the plug onto the bed in front of her.
She’s well lubed and ready for something bigger and there’s no time to waste. I want her now.
I place the dildo against the delicate pucker of her ass. She’s hot for it and moves her rear back against my hips. It takes no effort on my part to bury it completely and deeply inside. Like a warm knife through butter, the big boi glides smoothly into her.
I grasp her by the shoulders and work it in and out slowly in case she needs to adjust to its girth and length but almost immediately she begins to slam back against me hard. Her fierce need releases the beast inside of me and I lose control of any sensitivity and civility. I pound the dildo so roughly into her that my hips jar her body forward. I dig my nails into her skin and hold on to her tightly to keep her from slipping away from me. She howls loudly, unable to contain her passion, and wraps her ankles around the back of my thighs. When I lunge forward with the strongest thrust yet, she cries out as a blistering climax careens through her body.
Before we can catch our breath a loud rapping on the door startles us both.
“Giselle? It’s me, Lori,” the voice through the door chirps happily.
Leila shoots me a look and panics. I point to the closet and she quickly scurries in, throwing out one of the hotel’s terry-cloth robes in my direction before slamming the door shut.
“Lori? Hang on a sec.”
I put on my best professional face, wipe the sweat on my sleeve, and open the door.
“I was taking a nap.”
“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry,” she says apologetically, “I just wanted to see if you would be interested in having dinner with me tonight.”
Wondering why the hell she didn’t call, I reluctantly agree to her invitation. She smiles and apologizes once more and waves good-bye as she walks away.
I close the door and Leila peers cautiously out of the closet. “Who on earth does she think she is?” she asks incredulously.
I pull her out and plant a quick kiss on her lips, effectively hushing her inquiry.
“Guess who you’re having dinner with tonight?” I chuckle, smacking her butt playfully.
“Her? Me? Why?” she stutters.
“If I don’t do something with her soon she’s going to hound me for the rest of the conference.”
“But why me too?” she looks at me, confused.
“I don’t want to get stuck with Lori by myself and besides she doesn’t know anything about us and as far as she’s concerned you’re another colleague. Don’t worry, everything will be all right, baby.” I pull her into me and kiss her gently this time.
She murmurs into my lips and grins mischievously. “Mistress, did you notice when you went to the door, that you had a woody under your robe?”
“What?” I look down and see the big bulge peeking out. “Oh, shit!”
“Do you think she noticed?” I look at her horror-stricken.
“Well, I certainly did,” she giggles playfully, grabbing at my crotch and refusing to give in to worry. “Let’s go out onto the balcony.”
“I’ll be out in a second,” I say and slip away into the bathroom. No telling what she’s got up her sleeve. I want to be prepared so I pull off the dildo and wash it in the sink then strap it back on.
I join her outside. High up in our room on the ninth floor, we look out at the gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean and the throngs of swimsuit-clad men and women milling about on the boardwalk and beach below us. Some are on roller skates, dancing in rhythm to the loud music blaring below.
We’re standing side by side taking in the view when a gust of cool ocean breeze catches her long hair and blows it off of her shoulders, exposing her silky skin. She leans forward with her elbows against the railing. Closing her eyes, she slowly runs her tongue over her lips, making them glisten in the warm California sun.
She opens them and looks directly at me, giving me a smoldering hot and sexy look, a clear signal that she wants me to fuck her.
“How thoughtless of me, baby, I’ve completely ignored your poor little cunt.” I smirk.
She straightens up and I stand closely behind her, confidently holding her by the waist with one hand and then lifting the back of her robe with the other. I slip my fingertips toward the fuzzy lips of her cunt and am greeted with a pool of sweet nectar. I immerse my fingers in the wetness and push them up inside of her easily. She’s so wet I could shove my whole hand in if I like. I know she’d enjoy that immensely but now is not the right time.
“Hold on tight to the railing,” I instruct her.
I withdraw my fingers and holding on to the thick silicone appendage, position it so that it sits right at the entrance of her cunt. Not quite in but just resting there.
She shivers.
I take my time and ease it into her at an excruciatingly slow pace.
Provoking her even further, I trace my tongue along the edge of her ear and whisper, “Baby, I want to fuck that tight slut hole of yours so thoroughly that you’ll carry our secret with you long after we’ve left this place.”
Unable to stand the teasing, she sucks in her breath and pushes her hips into me, effectively lodging the whole thing inside of her body.
Since I don’t want to make it completely obvious what we’re doing with so many people out and about, I begin to sway side to side, moving her along with me, giving the appearance that we’re dancing in rhythm to the music below us. I stagger our
movement slightly so that she’ll feel the dildo slide out and then move back inside her when our bodies sync up again. Each time it moves in her, she groans softly and pushes back against me to get it still deeper.
“Please…” she utters in a barely audible voice and then gasps when I shove my hips upward, effectively impaling her against the railing.
I feel her lose her balance momentarily. She clutches at the rail with all her might.
Since there’s only so much I can do in public, she begins to move her hips in a tantalizingly sensual way that would barely be noticeable to anyone below. I lean into her so that she gets the full length of the dildo.
Soon I can feel my own cunt beginning to twitch just watching her do her magic.
“Fuck,” I groan. She’s moving her hips in such a way that I’m feeling the friction of the dildo moving against my clit. I sink my teeth into my lower lip in an attempt to maintain some sense of control over an orgasm that is threatening to drop me to my knees.
My legs start to tremble and she senses that I’m teetering on the edge and ready to come at any moment. Every movement she now makes brings me closer and closer to exploding. My breath quickens and I clutch tightly at her robe.
I hear her begin to moan and soon our voices merge in an explosive set of orgasms that shake the both of us.
Holding on to her body for support, I struggle to catch my breath.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I halfheartedly chuckle as I look at her through hazy eyes. My mind is still struggling to recover from the sex-induced stupor.
Stumbling, I make my way back into the room and collapse onto the bed. She slips in next to me.
“C’mere you.” I pull her close, nuzzling her neck and taking in the warmth of her body.
She sighs contentedly and we both fall asleep in each other’s arms.
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