Hotel Escort: Submission Erotica

by Megan West

  Copyright © 2017 by, Megan West

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  …Without warning he gripped my strawberry blonde hair and forced my head back against the top of the chair. I gasped as a slight pain attacked my scalp, small prickles flowed across my head as his grip tightened. I looked up at the powerful force hovering above me, controlling me and my emotions. I felt a rush of excitement as the head of his dick crazed my arm, his pre-cum left it feeling damp and chilled from the air.

  His fierce green eyes locked onto mine while his fingertips grazed over my stomach and towards my waiting slit. He paused his touch as my hips rocked forward from my urges. My breathing became labored as he teased me with anticipation, his fingers swirling in circles along my belly. His eyes hovered over me like he was studying every twitch of passion across my face.

  Just as I couldn’t wait any longer his fingers continued their path down my smooth skin. My lungs filled with air as his finger parted my lips and slid towards my opening. A shock of tingles ran through my abdomen as his wet fingers glided over my clit…

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  I was working as a high class escort for about a year. It was easily the highest paying job I ever had. I worked for a swanky hotel in Chicago. Well, I didn't actually work for the hotel. I worked for myself, but the hotel manager contracted me out to high paying guests that were looking for a good time.

  No, he wasn't my “pimp”. Pimps are for street level hookers turning tricks for a small amount of cash. I liked to think of him as more of a manager. Sure, he took a small percentage of my earnings, but when you're making several thousand dollars for a few hours of work you tend not to mind.

  Unfortunately, even when you're having sex for a living, your work day becomes routine. It's always wealthy business men; CEOs and Wall Street types. Sometimes you'd accompany them to dinner, then have sex. Sometimes you'd skip dinner and just go straight to the sex. Either way it's usually some middle aged, slightly pudgy guy pumping into you for a few minutes. He doesn't last very long and they're always far from being a Don Juan in bed. Let's just say in this line of work it's hard for a girl to actual get pleasure, it had been over a month since I actually had an orgasm.

  All of that was about to change however.

  I received the email from Mark, my manager, a week before I was to meet with the mystery client. Usually he’d give me a simple bio on who the client was, the pay rate, and simple instructions. This time however he gave me no bio, no pay rate, and very detailed instructions.

  The email informed me that I wasn’t to see any other clients the week before. I was also instructed to send Mark proof of birth control and an up to date doctor's report that I was healthy and free of disease. Never have I had to go through that much detail and red tape.

  So naturally when I'm finally standing in the elevator waiting to reach the top floor suite I was a little nervous. My heart skipped a few beats as I watched the floor numbers get closer and closer to the top. Jittery heart, slightly sweaty palms; despite my skimpy outfit, I felt like I was a school girl on her first day back from summer vacation. Granted, the odd requests weren't the only reason why I was nervous. Mark did his fair share to build up the anticipation of my future client.

  “Who is he?” I had asked Mark. Tired of him holding back.

  “I can't tell you. But you won't be disappointed.” He said, smiling and clearly enjoying my irritation.

  “Will I even recognize him? Do I know who he is?”

  “Oh You'll recognize him.”

  “This is shit Mark. I'm not going to let you put me in some bad situation. If you don't tell me more I won't do it.” I was angry. Up until then I always felt he managed my relations between clientele very well.

  “He specifically wanted you. None of the other girls. Trust me on this. It will be worth it and you'll thank me. Not to mention, do you really think I'd let you walk into a bad situation?”

  I didn't think he would. Despite my anger at the moment I trusted Mark.

  Even though I was nervous, I was completely enthralled, captivated even by the excitement that laid before me. Who was this mystery man? Was he some famous actor or musician? And what did he have in store for me? Some strange fetish he only felt comfortable doing with an escort?

  Ten floors from the top. I let a sigh of anticipation escape. There was no turning back now. In just a moment the elevator would open and I would be meeting the stranger that had me on pins and needles all week.

  Ding.

  The elevator doors opened directly into the suite's small foyer which was connected to a large living room and kitchen. Just past the kitchen was a hallway where you could find an office and the master suite; which was where I assumed he was since I didn’t see him anywhere. I had been to that hotel room a number of times in the past. Pleasing big time CEO's and business hotshots weekly gets you to the top floor often.

  The room was still and quiet. The only sound was from my high heels timidly walking on the marble floor, easily announcing my presence to anyone in the room. My steps were cautious, I wasn't sure what to do. Usually my clients were waiting at the door for me. Not this one.

  For a moment I didn't even think he was there. Silent, no suitcases or clothing, everything seemed normal until I saw something laid out on the kitchen counter. The clacking of my heels quickened as I walked towards the counter to investigate, finally having a purpose.

  My eyes traced over the objects. First a short-handwritten note, then a bottle of wine and a single glass. But I felt a slight jerk in my chest when I saw the last two things. A black satin blindfold laid delicately over a pair of shiny handcuffs, no key in sight. I couldn't help but notice my excitement building. I had done my fair share of light bondage in the past. But it had been a while. Most clients weren't into that sort of thing so it was nice to potentially have something different.

  For the first time in a long time I felt turned on and I hadn't even seen this mystery man yet. I stood there for a moment trying to gather myself. My pussy grew wet, my breath quivered from the butterflies in my stomach. My nerves hadn't gone away, they were only accompanied now by the buzzing anticipation building in my center.

  I was so distracted by my body that I almost forgot about the note!

  Brooke,

  Please enjoy a glass of wine. When you are ready, take off your clothes and walk into the bedroom. Bring the blindfold and handcuffs with you.

  Somehow, he knew my real name. Mark or I never gave out my real name.

  For a moment, I actually felt a brief amount of fear wash over me. But not enough to diminish the ache in my pussy. It was a strange feeling I hadn't felt before. A mix of fear and excitement. Goosebumps formed on my arm. My senses felt heightened. My heart constantly jumping with each new revelation. How did he know my name? Who exactly was he?

  I wasn't used to this. Usually I was the one in charge, I told the men what to do and how to do it. They paid me to have sex with them.

  This was different. I wasn't giving the orders this time. I was being told what to do and it turned me on more than anything. The thrill of the situation became too muc
h for me. The ache in my pussy felt more like a throbbing. A burning urge grew inside of me. I needed to spread my legs and let this mysterious man fuck me.

  I clutched at my skimpy black dress near my groin, as if I were trying to contain my urges. The fabric bunched up against my tan legs. Crisp air hit my smooth thighs and made its way up towards my pussy. The cold air reminded me how wet I was, like a cold touch on my dripping slit.

  Following his orders, I shimmied out of my dress and tossed it over a bar stool. My breasts free and exposed to the empty room. My nipples perky and aching for touch. My hands made their way to my silk panties.

  I had never gotten so wet so fast. Unable to stop myself, I felt my fingers slip underneath my underwear and slide down my slit. A shudder racked through me. I was relieved to finally get some pleasure and ease my growing aches. My clit throbbed and swelled. I leaned on the counter to brace myself as I pushed two fingers inside my opening. My mouth dropped and my eyes clenched shut as I slid them in and out.

  I was dripping wet, the moisture covering my thighs. My hips bucked against my hand as I took my fingers and slipped them up towards my clit. A short jolt of electricity flowed through me as they found their target. Circling and Swirling my nub until the pleasure almost boiled over. A Searing heat flooded my skin as I turned red hot.

  My hand clutched at the counter supporting myself as my body's urges took over. My hips thrusting and grinding against my hand has my fingers slicked over my swollen clit. Short bursts of tingles fell down my legs as my knees quivered.

  I forced my hands to stop. I wanted the man in the other room to please me. I wanted to bend over and have him fuck me, to use me and tell me what to do. The thought of being handcuffed and dominated made my skin crawl with anticipation. I couldn't wait any longer so I finished taking off my panties and grabbed the blindfold and handcuffs and made my way towards the master suite.

  The air in the hotel suite was still and quite, yet I was buzzing with excitement. I was finally about to meet the mysterious man I was so hot over.

  The master suite door was slightly cracked, the room was dark, much like the rest of the hotel room. As excited and as wet as my pussy was, my feet still moved with the same amount of timidness as before. Something inside me wanted to relish in the mystery for a moment as I walked down the long hallway to the master bedroom.

  I took a short breath in order to steady my nerves. I placed my hand, still wet from my juices, on the door and cautiously pushed it open. A shrilling creak from the hinges shattered the quiet air. I quickly scanned the room as it slowly came into view. For a moment, the dark room seemed as it should; Nothing out of place. That's when I heard his voice for the first time.

  “Come in. Sit down.” His tone was as smooth as liquid. It flowed across the room and startled me; giving me a short jolt. It was as if he were touching me with the vibrations of his voice.

  My eyes shot towards the corner where his voice came from. He was seated in a dark corner of the bedroom. Is muscular arm outstretched and motioning towards a wooden chair placed a few feet in front of him. I made my way slowly towards him and the chair.

  My eyes squinted in the darkness, attempting to make out who he was. He didn't have a shirt on, which allowed me to admire his broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted chest and abs. Thank god he wasn't your typical pudgy business man.

  When I finally got just a few feet away from him my heart lurched like never before. My breath caught in my throat. I grabbed the wooden chair in front of me in order to steady myself from the sudden shock.

  The man sitting in the chair across from me was Pierce Fields, the Pierce Fields. The extremely wealthy son of a mufti-billionaire father, and a hotshot New York Congressman who many speculated would run for president in a few years.

  He was your classic rich and powerful bachelor that every woman swooned over. A man that never had to pay for a meal even though he could buy the whole restaurant. And there he was with his piercing green eyes and sandy blonde hair; naked with only a towel draped over his lap.

  I heard a slight chuckle on his breath as he watched the sudden realization wash across my face.

  “Sit down Brooke.” He was stern this time as the chuckle disappeared, bordering on demanding.

  I jumped at his order and rounded the chair to sit down, unable to take my eyes off him. The wood felt cold on my skin as my bare ass sat down. As if the chair was waiting for me, growing cold from my absence.

  Still clutching the handcuffs and blindfold I waited on edge for his next order, completely captivated at the man in front of me.

  “Reach around the back of your chair and handcuff yourself.” His voice remained stern, but with the same liquid texture that flowed over me. Without hesitation, I left the blindfold on my lap and followed his orders, I was already in handcuffs from his presence alone and from his smooth commanding voice. I felt hypnotized by him, and I'd do anything he asked.

  The steel from the handcuffs was cold and slightly unconformable on my wrists. I watched his eyes glare through the foggy darkness as they traced up and down my naked body.

  Finally, just as I thought I couldn't squirm from anticipation any more, he tossed the towel to the side and stood up. His huge, fully erect, cock jutted out in front of him as he started walking towards me. My heart raced as my eyes wandered over his strong chest, down past the crevice of his abs, and finally rested on his enormous dick.

  He reached down towards my lap for the blindfold. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the blindfold off my lap and managed to slip a finger up the wet slit of my pussy. I couldn't help but respond in a quick moan from the unexpected touch. I watched as a grin filled his face from my pleasure. The chair was warm from my heated skin and damp from my wetness.

  Without warning he gripped my strawberry blonde hair and forced my head back against the top of the chair. I gasped as a slight pain attacked my scalp, small prickles flowed across my head as his grip tightened. I looked up at the powerful force hovering above me, controlling me and my emotions. I felt a rush of excitement as the head of his dick crazed my arm, his pre-cum left it feeling damp and chilled from the air.

  His fierce green eyes locked onto mine while his fingertips grazed over my stomach and towards my waiting slit. He paused his touch as my hips rocked forward from my urges. My breath became labored as he teased me with anticipation, his fingers swirling in circles along my belly. His eyes hovered over me like he was studying every twitch of passion across my face.

  Just as I couldn’t wait any longer his fingers continued their path down my smooth skin. My lungs filled with a rush as his finger parted my lips and slid towards my opening. A shock of tingles ran through my abdomen as his wet fingertips glided over my clit. Without hesitation, he pushed two fingers into me. The handcuffs jingled as my hands clenched at each other. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch him. But I couldn't. I was completely at his mercy. I felt pleasure when he wanted, I squirmed when he wanted, I even looked where he wanted.

  My scalp tightened as his grip on my hair grew tighter. His fingers thrust in and out of me, slick from my dripping pussy. A flood of tingles attacked my body every time his palm lightly grazed my throbbing clit. The chair creaked as my hips grinded against his hand. My arms hurt from the sides of the chair pressing into them, my weight shifting and turning from the trusting of my hips. A flood of tingles started to grow along my thighs, like a warm liquid flowing across my legs. I felt a heat building inside of me, like I was about to burst. My toes curled and clenched at the soft carpet as my feet straightened. Just before the heat burst through me, and my body would be racked with pleasure. He stopped.

  “You're not going to come. You come when I tell you to.”

  His hand slipped out of me as he released his grip on my hair. My neck felt strained from its long stretch. My pussy ached from the sudden void. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted his fingers to thrust, and curl, and play with me like I was his sex toy.

  I caught my
breath as he rounded the chair out of sight. His fingers ran across my head while he tucked my hair behind my ears. His finger, still wet from my pussy, drove me crazy with lust as it traveled along my skin.

  My world became dark as he slipped the satin blindfold over my eyes. My chest heaved up and down with my breath. My nerves were frayed from the anticipation for what he had in store for me. I could feel the heat from his skin as he rounded the chair again to face me. That's when everything started to weigh on me, giving me urges and desires I had never felt before. My naked body squirmed at the slightest sound from him. My world completely dark, my arms draped around the back of the chair with my hands shackled. My breasts, open and exposed. I was his tool, his plaything...and I loved it.