by Swan, Carol
Today was going to be special. She was meeting Chad at his hotel later in the evening and he promised her an experience she had never had before. The day, though—that was hers to do what she wished and she had come up with something last night that she was very excited about.
Just then, her phone beeped with an email. She grabbed her keys off the table and checked her inbox as she rushed out the door.
With a smile, she realized it was Max, wondering if yesterday had anything to do with her not coming in today. She emailed him back and told him she would be all his tomorrow. She had been thinking about Max a lot the last twenty-four hours. Chad was fun and sexy as hell, but Max was on a whole new level. While Chad was perfect for a fling, she secretly hoped that she and Max could develop into something more. Emma shook her head to clear thoughts of Max. She had a different mission right now.
As she swung her car out of her driveway, she felt the familiar nagging doubt of her old self. She was meeting a couple she had found on Craigslist at a nearby hotel. They had promised they were both fit, attractive business people from Colorado, but when she told Jenny, she had warned her not to get her hopes up.
They were meeting at the Hilton, though—that was a good sign, Emma thought. Anyway, they didn’t know what she looked like, so she could always scope them out and leave. Emma had debated with herself about what to wear and had eventually settled on a yellow sundress and high wedge heels to show off her long, brown legs. Underneath her sundress, however, she wore white crotch-less panties and a matching shelf bra that Jenny had picked up for her that day. From the outside, she could have been a middle school teacher, but underneath, she was a saucy minx.
With trepidation, Emma pulled into the car park at the Hilton. She ran her fingers through her long chestnut mane, spritzed a little perfume, and headed into the bar.
It was only 10:30 a.m., but there were several people already filling the elegant booths and tables. Ordering herself a spritzer, she sat at the bar and lifted the wine menu to her face, pretending to study it as she looked around the room.
Most of the groups were of men in suits and as she worked her way around the room, she spotted them. They sat in silence, the man checking his watch every couple of minutes, the woman fixing her makeup in a compact mirror.
Not bad, Emma thought; they were in their late thirties or early forties. The man was dressed in khakis and a button-down shirt. The woman was pretty, with shoulder-length blonde hair and tanned skin, wearing a blue, knee-length dress with a pair of nude heels.
With a deep breath, Emma put down the menu and made her way over to the table. They both looked up as she approached and passed a look between them. “Hi, are you the Clarksons?”
The man jumped up, already undressing Emma with his eyes. “Yes, I’m Sam and this is my wife Sarah.” He indicated the woman across from him but never took his eyes away from Emma. “So nice to meet you; we were worried you wouldn’t show.”
Emma turned to Sarah and put out her hand, noticing that the woman was eyeing her warily.
“Sam, why don’t you go on up, and Sarah and I will follow you up in a moment?” Emma told the man who was anxiously watching his wife and his new toy get acquainted. He hesitated and looked like he was about to argue, but instead he turned on his heel and walked away.
“Is everything OK Sarah?” Emma asked the woman gently.
Sarah smiled at Emma, “Oh yes, everything is fine, it’s just you’re the most attractive woman we have ever done this with—mostly we meet bored housewives looking for a thrill and I am fairly confident that I am still the most attractive woman in the room.” She shrugged her shoulders and gave a sheepish smile.
Emma understood, and it was clear her husband was practically salivating over the thought of fucking the nubile twenty-five-year-old.
“Sarah, I am a lot more interested in fucking you than fucking your husband,” she told her, discreetly rubbing her thigh, “and to be honest, this is my first threesome. If you want me to leave, just say the word and I will go and you will never hear from me again. You can tell Sam I balked and left. I hope you don’t, though, because between the two of us, I think we can drive your husband wild.”
Sarah smiled at Emma, placing her hand on top of Emma’s on her leg, “No, let's do this,” she said, standing up and the two headed towards the lift.
In the room, Sam was casually lounging on a sofa with a glass of wine when the girls arrived. He poured them both a large glass each and they drank it as they sat and chatted.
Eventually, Emma decided she better move things along. She shifted her body closer to Sarah on the sofa and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. She then turned her mouth to hers and kissed her softly and sensually on the lips.
Sarah responded, slipping her tongue into Emma’s mouth. When they broke apart, Sam already had his jeans off and was sitting in his shirt and boxers, his erection creating a tent in the cotton material.
Sarah took Emma by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. They kissed again and Emma reached out and slipped her hands under Sarah’s dress, pulling it up over the woman’s head. Underneath, she was wearing what looked like an expensive red bra and panties. She was hotter with her clothes off. Her stomach was flat and her legs were long and toned.
Sarah grabbed Emma’s sundress and pulled it off her and Sam gasped when he saw her crotch-less panties and her pert breasts thrust forward by the shelf bra, her pink nipples standing to attention above the white material. He was standing a foot away from the two women, his dick was in his hand, and he was masturbating to them like they were his own personal peep show. The sight of his fat—if somewhat short—dick being rolled about in his hand made Emma instantly wet.
“Let’s give him a show, Sarah.” She giggled in the woman's ear, kissing her again on her soft lips.
Sarah dropped her head and began to suckle at Emma’s breast. Emma made eye contact with Sam and licked her lips slowly and purposefully. Sarah pushed her gently back onto the bed. As she wriggled up the bed so her head was on the pillows, Sarah was taking off her own bra and panties so she was completely naked. She walked over to her husband and kissed him on the mouth.
Emma saw she had what looked like a large diamond between her ass cheeks. Sarah brought Sam by the hand over to a chair by the end of the bed and climbed back on to it beside Emma. Sitting at her feet, she spread Emma’s legs open and with her ass in the air, she began to eat Emma’s pussy with vigour.
Emma moaned in ecstasy as the woman buried her face and tongue into her wet pussy while her husband sat feet away, tugging on his cock.
Sam got up and came around to beside Emma’s face, and began to rub his dick across it. Emma stuck out her tongue and began to lick it. Sarah stopped licking her pussy to watch and slipped two fingers inside her and began to massage her G-spot. Emma was wild with desire and with the knowing glances the husband and wife pair were giving each other, they knew it. Sarah indicated for Sam to climb up on the bed and he did so, removing his shirt so he too was naked.
“Emma, sit up and suck my husband’s dick, you naughty little girl,” Sarah demanded.
Emma placed herself between Sam’s legs with her ass in the air, and began to lick Sam’s shaven balls. As she moved up his shaft with her tongue, she noticed a drip of cum on the soft skin at the tip. Her eyes lit up and she looked from Sarah to Sam, both watching her closely.
Slowly she reached out her tongue and licked the salty fluid from his tip. Sarah smiled as her husband moaned and she grabbed Emma’s head and pushed her mouth down on to her husband’s cock. Emma was happy to be of service.
Sarah climbed up and positioned herself so her own pussy was on Sam’s face and as Emma sucked his dick with vigour, she watched as Sarah rubbed her wet pussy on his mouth, his tongue lapping at it hungrily. Again, Emma saw the shiny diamond between Sarah’s cheeks, but this time she couldn’t help herself. She removed herself from Sam’s cock and reached up and spread Sarah’s cheeks apart. She gas
ped as she realized the diamond was in her asshole.
“You like?” Sarah asked, watching Emma’s face closely.
“What is it?” Emma asked, too intrigued to be embarrassed by her lack of sexual knowledge.
“A butt plug.” Sarah smiled at Emma, climbing off her husband’s face, which was now wet from her juices. “It makes penetration feel better. Speaking of penetration…” Sarah looked at her husband meaningfully. “On your hands and knees, Emma.”
Emma did as she was instructed. She enjoyed the older woman’s guidance during this unfamiliar experience.
Sam positioned himself behind her and began to rub his cock up and down her slit. Suddenly he thrust it in and began fucking her hard. Emma cried out; his fat cock was filling her and she could feel his balls slapping against her.
Sarah lay down in front of her and spread her legs. Emma leaned forward and began to lick and suck her juicy pussy. As the woman began to buck under her, she felt her own orgasm build and as Sam began to pump harder and harder into her pussy, she licked Sarah’s clit quicker until finally the woman’s moans brought Emma’s own orgasm to the fore. The two women came hard and Emma could feel Sam begin to come. Suddenly he pulled out and holding Emma’s ass cheeks open, he came all over her.
Completely satisfied, the three lay together on the bed for several moments while they caught their breath.
Finally, Emma sat up and gathered her clothes. The couple cuddled together closer on the bed and with promises to meet each other again next time they were in town, Emma slipped out of the room.
* * * * *
At home, Emma had time for a shower and some food before she met Chad. She was just sitting down to her dinner when her phone beeped.
It was Max. See you at work tomorrow?
Emma felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of seeing Max again. She had a crush on him since the day she started, but she knew he hadn’t noticed her until yesterday.
Emma felt that she was getting the hang of this sexually empowered lifestyle and she no longer felt nervous at the thought of meeting Chad, but every time she thought of meeting Max.
Trying to put Max out of her mind, she ate quickly and went to her room to find something to wear.
Half an hour later, she sat, exasperated, on top of a mountain of conservative suits and shirts. Jenny popped her head around the door and laughed at her friend's scowling face.
“Dressing for your date with Chad?” she guessed. “Come on. My closet is your closet.”
Ten minutes later, Emma was leaving the house dressed in a tight knee length white dress that somehow bordered on both virginal and sexy at the same time. She pulled up outside Chad’s hotel and checked her makeup in the mirror. Instead of leaving her hair loose around her shoulders, Jenny had tied it up in a chic bun.
Emma thought she looked about fifteen, but Jenny assured her Chad would love it.
Emma bypassed reception and headed straight to the lifts. Chad had texted her his room number already. She knocked on his door and it pushed open. Inside, Chad was standing beside the bed with his back to her. Closing the door softly behind her, she tried to sneak up behind him.
“Not so fast, missy.” Chad turned around just before she reached him. When he saw her, his eyes widened and he smiled in delight.
“Wow, Emma, you look amazing.” He was practically drooling as he walked around her, surveying her curves, big ass and all.
He doesn’t look so bad himself, Emma thought. Chad was shirtless, wearing just a pair of gray jogging pants. His hair was wet and he smelled of soap and expensive aftershave. He clearly worked out; his stomach was ripped and tanned. Emma reached out a hand to touch his rippling abs, but he stopped her.
“I have something very special planned for you.”
Emma looked past Chad’s hard body to look at the bed. She gasped when she realized what he had been doing when she entered. On the bed was a variety of what she could only imagine were instruments of torture: handcuffs, chains, riding crops and things she didn’t even know what they were.
“What the hell is all this?” she asked, half annoyed at his presumption that she would go along with this, half excited to see what would happen.
“This is your surprise.” Chad grinned. “You want to take more control in your sex life, right? Well, I’m going to help you do that by teaching you how fun it is to lose all control.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.” Emma pouted.
“From this point on, I am your master and you are my slave,” Chad said, ushering Emma over to the bed. “Your safe word is orange. If I am hurting you or you want me to stop for any reason, just say orange and I will stop immediately. Now, slave, strip for your master.” Chad sat on the bed and waited for Emma to comply.
“Chad, I—” Emma began to protest, but Chad cut her off.
“You will address me as Sir or Master only from this point on,” Chad said, lying back against the pillows on the bed, “now, strip.”
“Ok, sir,” Emma said with a scoff.
Slowly, she lifted the white dress over her head, revealing only white nipple pasties and a miniscule white thong underneath. Next, Emma slipped off her white pumps, then turning around to give Chad the best view of her ass, she bent over and slowly removed her thong. Standing in front of him with only the nipple pasties to cover her modesty while Chad remained fully dressed made her feel vulnerable and turned on all at once.
“What would you like me to do next, sir?” she asked in her most innocent voice, biting on her lip as she waited for his answer.
“I want you to come over to the bed and choose how you would like to be restrained,” Chad said, indicating the pile of paraphernalia at the end of the bed. Emma went over for a closer look. Cable ties, handcuffs, ropes, silk scarves, or chains.
Emma instinctively wanted to reach for the silk scarves, the safest option, but she stopped herself. You wanted to go outside your comfort zone, she scolded herself and she found herself reaching for the cable ties.
“Excellent choice.” Chad grinned. “Now on your hands and knees on the ground.”
Emma dropped to the ground—her heart was beating wildly in her chest and her breathing was quickening. She honestly couldn’t tell if it was from fear or arousal, but she liked it.
Chad walked around in front of her and took her two wrists and deftly placed a cable tie around them. He then walked around and placed another on her ankles.
“They’re tight,” Emma complained.
Chad whirled around and spanked her sharply on the ass.
“Ow!” Emma exclaimed, shocked.
“I told you to address me as Sir when you speak to me.” Chad was trying very hard to keep a serious face but Emma could see the smile in his eyes.
“Sorry, Sir.” She grinned wickedly up at Chad and licked her lips in a seductive manner.
Chad took off his sweatpants and stood before Emma in all his glory, his cock was standing to attention, red and swollen and ready.
“Open your mouth, slave,” he commanded.
Emma did so and Chad shoved his dick into her mouth. Emma began to suck, gently at first, then harder as she looked up into Chad’s face and watched him as he closed his eyes in pleasure. He grabbed her bun with two hands and began to slowly move his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Stop sucking, you horny little bitch,” Chad said, holding her head still. “I want to fuck your mouth. We are not partners here; you are my object to be used, and you will do nothing unless I tell you, and you will not come until I tell you that you may. Do you understand? Blink once for yes.”
Emma blinked slowly once and Chad resumed moving his cock in and out of Emma’s mouth. Emma’s pussy was on fire; she never imagined having so little control would turn her on so much.
As Chad moved his cock in and out of her mouth, she felt drool began to drip from her mouth down on to his cock, her instinct was to swallow, but she stayed still.
“Oh, Emma,” Chad moaned a
s he took out his cock and rubbed it on her face, “I am going to fuck you so hard. But first, I think you need to be spanked.”
“Spanked?” Emma asked, her eyes widening. “Spanked … Sir?” she added as she saw the glint in his eye.
“Yes, spanked.” He helped Emma to a standing position and faced her towards the bed. “What would you like me to use?”
Emma surveyed the equipment laid out on the bed once more.
“The riding crop or the paddle, Sir,” she said. “No whips or chains,” she added firmly.
“Very well, we will try both.” Chad smiled and wiped everything else off the bed. Lifting Emma on to the bed, he helped her once again to her hands and knees.
“Paddle first,” Chad said and firmly struck Emma across the ass.
“Orange, orange!” Emma shouted and Chad immediately threw the paddle to the floor.
“OK, riding crop it is.” Chad picked up the crop and slapped Emma across the ass with it. It was tolerable after the harshness of the paddle, and as Chad slapped her again, she realized that it was making her aroused. Chad noticed too.
“I knew you’d like getting spanked, you naughty, naughty girl.” This time he moved the riding crop lower when he slapped her so it slapped against the outside of her pussy. She moaned, the pain of the slap moving seamlessly into pleasure. Again and again, Chad slapped her with the riding crop, sometimes softly, sometimes harder.
“Sir,” Emma gasped when she thought she could take no more and Chad threw down the riding crop and thrust himself inside her.
Emma ground back on his hard cock, losing all control. She began to come hard and cried out in pleasure as Chad fucked her harder. When her orgasm peaked, Chad pulled out, smiling at the red-faced Emma.
“I told you not to come,” he said, laughing.
“Sorry, Sir.” She laughed. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“I’m afraid you will never be a submissive, Emma,” he teased, shaking his head in mock disappointment.