Hotel Escort: Submission Erotica

by Megan West

  Suddenly I felt a soft kiss on my breast. The feeling of his wet lips on my skin shattered my dark world, lighting it up with electricity. His kisses rounded my breasts until his teeth found my erect nipple. I moaned as he nipped at me, a slight pain flushed across my skin.

  Just as my feelings focused on my breasts I felt a strong hand explore the inside of my thigh. His hand smeared my juices along my leg as he made his way up to my dripping pussy. His thumb ran up my slit causing a shutter to rack my body.

  I yelped from pleasure while he circled and swirled his thumb across my swollen clit. The juices of my pussy allowed his thumb to slip up and down my clit faster and faster. His kisses traveled down and across my flat stomach.

  I gasped and moaned. I felt completely taken by him as he played with my urges. Tingles shot up and down my spine with every motion. The heat was building in my core, ready to tip me over the edge. I was unable to see where his next kiss would land, or the path of his exploring hand. I wasn't able to feel his skin, or slip my fingers through his hair. I was at his mercy, handcuffed and exposed to the heated air. Used and manipulated any way he saw fit.

  I felt a rush as his kisses finally made their way to the smooth skin above my slit. His thumb lifted from my pussy, making room for his soft tongue to glide across my clit. My back arched from the sudden feeling of his lick. A shock wave of electricity drove up my spine, though the tingling in my neck, and escaped my lips with a shattering moan.

  His hands gripped my thighs and forced me forward, closer to his face. I grit my teeth from the sudden pain in my outstretched arms around the chair. As he drove my pussy closer to his flicking tongue the pain quickly melted away. The tingling in my center grew stronger while his mouth separated my folds. His tongue relentlessly flicked up and down. Tremors flooded my legs, as I draped them over his broad shoulders. His fingers poked and prodded at my opening, teasing me.

  Finally, he thrust his fingers into me again as his tongue circled my clit, a hurricane of heat and lust took over my body. His fingers curled inside of me, hitting that perfect spot and making my toes curl. He pressed his face into my dripping slit. My juices covered his face.

  My body gave in to the swirling of his tongue. My spine curved and arched, my hips lurched forward against his mouth, my breasts heaved up and down from my gasping breath. My hands clasped together as my heated core started to boil over. A hot tingly sensation poured over my skin as I readied myself for the moment.

  “Oh fuck yes! I'm going to cum.” I yelped with my back curved and my pussy pressed against his tongue.

  Immediately he stopped. I felt him grab my breast and a sharp pain wracked my chest as he pinched my erect nipple.

  “Shit.” I hissed from his painful touch, forgetting about the flood of pleasure through my pussy.

  “I said you cum when I tell you to.” His voice barreled through me, making me feel like a little girl getting in trouble.

  “Yes sir,” I said without even thinking. I hadn't even been with him for long, but already he had me calling him sir without hesitation. He was in complete control of me and I had to do exactly what he said. I felt totally powerless; dominated by him, yet completely captivated and turned on like never before.

  “You want my cock?” He growled. An aggression radiated from him and filled the room. I could tell he wanted to fuck me. His cock throbbed and urged for my pussy, he couldn't take it anymore. His caveman lust couldn't be held back any longer.

  “Yes.” My response was weak and timid, yet desperate for his approval.

  I felt him walk behind the chair. He unlocked the handcuffs and allowed one hand to escape. My arms stretched to the front of my body, easing the recent pain. His hand traced down my arm and grabbed my own. My knees almost buckled as he guided me to stand. My legs trembled, still shivering from the waves of pleasure that passed through them.

  “To the bed.” He ordered as he helped support and guide me to the edge of the bed. Sitting down I realized how soft and comfortable it was compared to the chair.

  “Lay down and spread your arms above your head.” He said. His orders simple and direct.

  I did exactly what he demanded, happy to feel the soft comforter cradle around my naked body. Still blindfolded, I heard him walk towards the edge of the bed. My wrist, still in the handcuff, tugged forward as he grabbed the empty cuff. The quiet room filled with clicks as he cuffed me to the wooden headboard.

  I panted in anticipation. Only able to perceive what he was doing by sounds. I heard him round the entire bed and walk up towards the other side of me. He grabbed my free hand and forced it up higher. That's when I felt the cold steel of another set of handcuffs slap across my wrist. Once again, the clicking filled the air, my freedom completely taken. I was spread out, arms stretched above my head on either side of me. I was his slave, his captive. I was there for nothing more than to have him use me and fuck me. And I wanted nothing more than just that.

  My body formed a perfect X as I spread my legs out as far as I could. Presenting my pussy to him so he would fuck my slit and spill his cock deep inside me. The cold steel from the handcuffs started to warm from the heat flooding my skin.

  Finally, the bed shifted from his weight. His smooth hand ran up my thigh. My pussy begged for his touch while my legs quivered from the light traces of his fingers. I felt him shimmy towards me between my legs. He was closer to me now than ever before. My hips rocked back and forth, desperately searching for his cock in the darkness.

  In one swift movement, he gripped both my thighs and pulled me closer to him. A sudden pain wracked my arms when they were forced in a full stretch above my head. Each handcuff dug into my wrists. I hissed through my teeth from the sudden discomfort.

  “You want my cock?” He growled, his voice snapping me from my pain.

  “I want you to fuck me.” My breath was panting and labored with excitement.

  That's when I felt it. His cock parted my lips and slid right up my dripping slit. All the way up until it brushed over my clit. A jolt of pleasure arched my back as he slid himself up and down pussy. The handcuffs rattled from my joyful movements. He took his cock away for a moment and wiped the mingled juices of his pre-cum and my wetness on my thigh.

  “Fuck me,” I begged. Thrusting my hips as far down as I could reach, desperately wanting him inside of me.

  He wasted no time as he forced himself down my slit. The slick head of his cock gliding over my electrified clit, all the way down to my opening. In one slow motion, he eased the head of his cock into my opening.

  “Oh fuck, that feels good!” I moaned. Completely taken with pleasure.

  I stretched my body and tried to force his cock deeper inside of me. But my arms were stretched as far as they could. The handcuff chains were taut with no more give to them. The wooden bed frame creaked in the dark air. All I could do was rock my hips up and down on the head of his dick, which felt amazing and sent chills up my spine. But I wanted all of him, I wanted him to fuck me like I was his chained slave.

  I felt him lean over me, his hot breath warmed my neck. My nipples grazed against his chest sending me into a whirlwind of sexual urges.

  Finally he slowly pressed his shaft deeper inside. I felt my pussy stretch and form around him as he pushed further.

  “Fuck me like I’m your slut!” I demanded, wanting him to quit teasing me.

  In one fluid motion he pulled his cock completely out. An instant ache inside of me burned from his absence. Like I wasn't complete without him. My legs felt flushed with heat. Tingles filled my core in anticipation of his next move.

  Without warning he thrust his cock past my lips and deep inside. My back curved off the bed, my arms completely stretched behind me from the sudden pleasure. He started fucking me properly. His dick thrusting in and out, my breasts bouncing from the motion of his hips slapping into me.

  I stretched my legs even further open, totally spread eagle. Giving myself completely to him. Allowing him to take me for his ow
n and satisfy his urges.

  His hand caught my bouncing breast, his other gripped my thigh and forced me up and down on his cock. Unable to see, the sounds of our passion threw me over the edge. The smacking of his skin against mine filled the room. The sound of his cock thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy was my whole world. The handcuffs jingled, the bed frame creaked.

  The heat inside of me started to build faster than ever. I felt a rush of heat flood my skin, making me sweat and feel even more like his dirty slut. His hand snaked across my slick stomach and around my back, pulling my hips up and off the bed. I could feel my sensations start to boil over as he pounded me deeper. The whirling sensation in my core sped up with each thrust, causing my legs to lose their strength and start to tremble. The moment was here, I couldn't hold it back any longer.

  “Come for me,” He demanded through panting breath. His hand grasping my lower back as he thrust inside of me.

  “Oh fuck! Cum inside me!” I managed to yelp out just before I exploded. With one last thrust, I felt a hot liquid flood over my body and down my legs. The hot whirling sensation completely unraveled and sent a shock of electricity up my spine. My head jerked back as a scream caught in my throat.

  Just as I thought it would end, another tornado of tingles flooded over me with another thrust of his cock. My body went completely limp and convulsed with pleasure as jolts of energy flowed out my limps. He gripped my thighs tighter as he forced himself as deep as he could. He squirmed and moaned as his cock exploded inside of me. My legs quivered as he pressed deeper, his cock pumping warm cum in my womb.

  We laid there for a moment gathering ourselves, his dick occasionally still twitching and pumping inside of me. My chest heaved up and down as I caught my breath. The dark world behind the blindfold felt like it was spinning.

  With a quick motion, he leaned forward and yanked the blindfold off me. His hair was disheveled, his skin red hot and glistened with sweat, much like my own. He leaned back and slowly slipped his cock out of my dripping slit. A stream of his cum oozed out with it.

  He shimmied off the bed and walked towards the desk. All I could do was sit there and steady myself from my spinning world. My legs still shivering from left over tingles. I couldn't help but admire his body as he walked across the room, saddened that my hands never got a chance to explore him.

  He walked over to the side of the bed and released one of my hands from its shackle. Without walking to the other side, he tossed the key towards me. It landed on my chest with a plop.

  “Your money is on the kitchen counter. Be out of here within an hour.” He said as he turned around and walked away. I smiled and watched as his perfect toned ass walked out of the room. I glanced down at my pussy, still dripping from his orgasm. I felt completely used. Fucked like a whore and left to be forgotten.

  And I didn't mind.

  It felt better than anything before.

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  Jennifer waited in the exam room impatiently. She shivered in the silly paper gown she had been given. They always kept the rooms too cold. She hoped the doctor would show up soon before she lost her nerve. The dreams she was having lately were incredibly disturbing, and she really wanted a medical professional’s opinion. Even though her doctor was only a general practitioner and her dreams fell outside his line of expertise, he’d hopefully be able to offer some sort of guidance.

  It was late. She was the last appointment of the day and the receptionist had gone home while Jennifer was still waiting to be called in. The nurse who had escorted her back was anxious about how far behind they were running.

  Jennifer hoped it wouldn’t be too much longer before the doctor arrived. She’d been seeing Dr. Granger ever since she turned eighteen. He was a kindly old man and it was only because she was so familiar with him that she even contemplated asking her embarrassing questions.

  A knock thudded against the door before it swung open. A man who appeared to be a doctor, though certainly not Dr. Granger, walked in. Jennifer clutched the thin paper robe tighter around her neck.

  “Who are you?” she asked, nervously.

  “Dr. Franklin,” he said in a kind, cultured voice. “Sorry for the long wait and last minute change. Dr. Granger was called away unexpectedly and asked me to fill in for him. If you prefer your regular doctor, we can reschedule.”

  Jennifer swallowed and clutched the robe tighter. She really wanted to get everything over with. But, on the other hand, could she actually talk to a doctor who looked like he stepped out of a movie screen? He was a good thirty years younger than Dr. Granger, had a full head of midnight black hair, and ice blue eyes.

  In a word, he was gorgeous.

  While she was thinking about it, there was another knock on the door and the nurse came in. She went up to Dr. Franklin wringing her hands.

  “I’m really very sorry, but I have to go now. My mother can’t wait any longer for her medication.”

  The doctor sighed, but gave the agitated nurse a kind smile. “I understand. Thank you for staying as long as you did. It was a tough day for all of us.”

  Looking very relieved, the nurse flashed Jennifer an apologetic smile and rushed from the room. When Dr. Franklin turned back to her he threw up his hands.

  “Well, that settles that then. Without a nurse you’ll need to reschedule. I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience.” He opened her file and started to jot down a note.

  Jennifer felt her heart race and her face heat from blushing. One of the things that had made her uncomfortable about talking about her issues with a doctor was knowing the nurse would be listening. She pictured them all gossiping about her afterward. This was her chance to talk to a doctor without another set of ears.

  “Could I just do the appointment without the nurse?” she asked nervously.

  Dr. Franklin raised his eyebrows, looking concerned. “Are you sure you’d be comfortable with that? The nurse is here for you. Most women prefer to have someone else present during exams.”

  Shrugging, she looked at her feet, shy about meeting his beautiful blue eyes. “I’m fine without her. I mean, I like having just the doctor.”

  “Hmm, it’s certainly not protocol. But since you’ve waited all this time and are already undressed, it seems awful to turn you away. If you’re certain you’re comfortable without her being here, we can continue,” he said, his voice more definite as he talked his way through it. “Only if you’re sure though?” he continued. “After all, you and I have never met before.”

  Jennifer’s mind was racing. She had decided a temporary doctor was even better to speak to about her dreams. She’d probably never see him again after all so didn’t have to be embarrassed every time she had an appointment.

  Finally looking him in the eye, she said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

  “Okay then. Let’s get started.”

  He opened her file and looked at the data the nurse had already collected. “Your blood pressure, temperature, and weight all look great. I see you eat well. That’s good. Hmm, we’re doing a pap smear? You want to do that still tonight?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I want to get it all over with.”

  Giving her an understanding smile, he placed the file on the counter. “I can certainly see that.”

  He walked closer to her and patted the head of the exam table she sat on. “You can go ahead and lie down.”

  Jennifer swiveled around and reclined onto the padded table. The doctor extended the stirrups and pushed the removable end into the hidden compartment beneath. When she placed her feet in the stirrups, he came around to her side.

  “I usually start with the breast exam. Okay?”

  Nodding, she tried to force herself to relax. She wasn’t at all worried about being alone with him or even having him touch her. It was the anticipation of having something important to say but
fearing the reaction. Just thinking about her questions was turning her on. She felt her nipples harden, making her blush.