Who Knew I’d Be Into It? – well he did obviously

He lives in my home town, I haven’t seen my parents in a while, nobody’s having a Halloween party. Makes sense to see if we can work something out.
We can.
We’ve been winding each other up with texts and pictures for days. I am beside myself with desire. I know that he’ll be in the hotel before me. I’m supposed to see my parents first, but I change my mind and decide to go straight to see him. He has a meeting at 8.30 I’ll go see my parents then, drop my bag and come back to the hotel.
He tells me that the door will be open, he’ll be naked and waiting for me and he has some stipulations. I’m not to say a word and I’m to crawl over to him on my knees. I’m not allowed speak and I’m to do as I’m told, I’m to hold his gaze and never break it, or there will be consequences. This is perfect with me. I love this. I should get into the city by 5:30 and to the hotel less than 10 minutes later. But it gets to 5:20 and we’re not even on the outskirts. I’m annoyed and I’m weary. I left my desk at 2.20 and with the rain and traffic I think it might be 6.30 by the time I arrive. He’s already at the hotel, he’s showered and he sends me some pictures, I’m suddenly less cranky. But god do I want a drink, first, not to play.
I’m nearly an hour late and so conscious that we only have until about 8 before we’ll both have to leave. And I want it properly. If I’m not getting a drink I sure as hell better be getting an orgasm. I’ve texted him that I’m in the city and not far off. Warn him that I don’t look how I wanted. He says he doesn’t give a fuck and just to get up to the room as fast as I can. But there’s no way. I walk into the lobby, head towards the lifts but the toilets aren’t there. I can’t spot the loos anywhere in the reception area. Fuck. I’ll have to ask. I’m not mad about this because I’m about to go in there and change; and although I have a coat on, I’m wearing over-the-knee, thigh high, black boots, when I come out wearing only them and some underwear, it’s going to be obvious. I’ve possibly seen too much Belle du Jour. But there’s no way in hell I’m not going to do it. Thankfully the receptionist barely looks at me, certainly doesn’t register me and cheerily points in the direction of the loos. I skip in there as fast as I can.
The cubicles are tiny but there’s no one in there. I whip off my clothes and change my underwear. I have a quick rub of the body with some cleansing wipes, deodorant, perfume and I’m ready. I really want to fix my make up, but I want to be upstairs even more, I skip it. I slip the knicks I’ve been wearing all day into my pocket, ready to give him and with an energy I didn’t have 5 minutes previously I stride out into the lobby not giving a fuck if it looks like what I am. I know I’m being looked at, the coat just covers my arse and there’s only three inches between it and the top of the boots, three inches of flesh showing.
The room is on the eleventh floor, the views across the river are going to be amazing. True to his word the door is open and a little bit ajar, I resist the temptation to knock or even announce myself. I can see the end of his feet on the bed, but that’s all, the toilet is just inside the door so I throw my bags in there and whip off my coat. By the time I have, he’s sitting in the armchair under the window, at the very end of the room. He is indeed naked and almost ready. I let him look at me for a second; blue and cream lace lingerie and of course the boots. I get on my knees and stay there for a second just looking at him before I start the crawl. He looks calm and in control, but I see his cock twitch once, twice and it’s almost hard. I start crawling towards him slowly. I want him so badly – it’s been weeks, I can feel my heart rate rise and my lips swell. I slow down, stop and stare at his cock, it twitches once more and is fully solid. I try my hardest not to smile delightedly – I also can’t remember if it’s eye contact I’m supposed to hold or if I’m supposed to stare at his cock. Doesn’t matter, he doesn’t seem to remember either and I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes off it if I was paid diamonds to. When I get to him I kneel right between his legs as close to him as I can. Nothing has been said between us. He stands up a little and moves his cock towards my face, I know better than to try to touch it, so I don’t. He sits back down and leans forward to squeeze one of my nipples through my bra, with the other hand he strokes my cheek. He then leans right into me, he breathes me in, nose in close to my cheek – this sends me wild but again I know better than to move. My chest is heaving with the need to touch him. He nuzzles right in close to my ear and finally whispers ‘You look fantastic’.
From there it all gets a bit hazy. I’m going to get the order wrong that’s for sure but I think I can remember the main details. I’m pretty sure he finally gives me his cock, he lets me do it the way I want. I get it so wet but when I go to touch it, he tells me get my hands behind my back. I do the best I can to swallow as much as I can. I choke and gag and I still haven’t said a word. He stops me, stands over me so that I can get at his balls and then he puts his cock down my throat. My spit is trickling down my chin and onto my breasts. And he’s done toying with me. He pushes me over onto the carpet. He slaps my arse then climbs on top of me. He whispers in my ear, ‘You have been a good girl, do you think you deserve something?’ He flips me over and takes off my knickers.
I think I do.
‘You probably do. But … what if I still don’t want to give it to you?’ He’s fucking with me just to hear the gasp I make. He stands me up and offers me a hand to help me up. But then he goes and lies on the bed, head right in the bottom corner, and he pulls my hand so that I am standing over his face. I lean down over him so I’m straddling his face as he works me with his tongue. I stretch to get his cock in my mouth but I can’t keep it there. I keep gasping as he eats me, I can’t concentrate on anything else and I can’t stop myself from making noise. He has the perfect angle to get at me, holding me by the ass cheeks as I stand over his face, but really I’m sitting on it.
He holds my lips open with two fingers and keeps the pressure up on my clit, again I lean over him to get his cock in my mouth again I can’t manage it for long; my mouth wants to do other things. I think I’m going to come, but I also think I’m going to fall over. I feel like I’m losing control in my legs – I’m squatting a little and in the heels, with the orgasm building, I’m not sure I can hold the position.



When I tell him this he pops up and grabs me, bounces me on to the bed and climbs up over me – he asks me what I want, but I’m sure he knows, he just wants to hear me say it. ‘I want to come, so badly’. How do you want to come? ‘With your mouth. And your fingers’. Good answer, he says. Because that’s what you’re getting.
‘Wait, wait, wait! Let me taste it, I want to taste me’. And he finally kisses me. I can smell myself off his face I can taste myself off his lips and tongue. It’s perfect. I can’t ever get enough of that taste.
He goes back down, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder and devours my pussy. I need more, I’m in such a heightened state. He pushes two fingers into me as his tongue stays pressed against my clit. He holds it there flat against it and I pull his head closer to me, grind down on his tongue – I’m losing control and shouting his name, I don’t ever want it to stop. He adjusts his hand, twists it around, he now has three fingers in my pussy and a thumb AND tongue at my clit. I can’t even keep flat on the bed, I’m bucking underneath him probably making things very difficult. He twists his hand round once more, I know what he’s doing it. I want it and I don’t; I’m not sure I can take any more, not that it matters, I couldn’t have articulated my own name at that point let alone conveyed any futile message that I didn’t think I could take any more stimulation. It would have done no good anyway, he was always going to do it. And he completes the puzzle, slots the last piece in, his baby finger in my ass and that is the undoing of me. I think I last about 7 seconds before I explode everywhere. True to form, and just how I adore it, he doesn’t miss a beat, he’s got his cock in me before I know where I am again. And just how I always hope (but don’t always get) I keep coming, the orgasm just keeps happening. As he pushes his cock into me, with more resistance than you’d expect from a cunt that just came, I can feel the waves of it hitting me as I realise it’s not over!



We have sex for what seems like a long time, I’m conscious of time and conscious of him not even being close. I desperately want him to come before he goes to his meeting. He asks me what I want, so I tell him and that’s when he gets me on my knees and gets his cock back in my mouth.
How many ways can I describe how much I love this. How many ways can I explain how much I love hearing him say ‘Fuck, you suck such good cock. Jesus I love how you suck my cock’.
I don’t know how we ended up by the wall with him standing over me and me sucking his balls and licking right back to his asshole. His cock is dripping with my spit and I get it as far back my thought as I can. We move it back to the bed and he finally comes in my mouth, shoots hot cum back my throat that seems to go on forever.



We both start getting dressed, we’re late. But I am so satisfied and every bit as delighted with myself as if I’d had a full bottle of wine.



He says he’ll pick me up from my parents’ when he’s done. That suits, they usually drop me where ever I need to go, but I wouldn’t have them drop me at a hotel, I may be a grown ass girl but I don’t need to highlight that to them.
Which is fine talk for someone who then went home and kissed her parents with the same mouth that just got up to the above.



He picks me up two hours later. I’m wrecked but absolutely up for this. He takes a short cut back to the hotel – down a weird back road. If I didn’t know better I’d be scared. He pulls the car in suddenly and I don’t need an invitation to get my mouth around it. I didn’t think I’d made that much of an impression, but I did have my hand on his cock since the moment we were out of sight of my family home. It’s been so long since I’ve done this in a car, and this spot is perfect; quiet, dark, deserted. I have the seat belt off and am leaning over before he even has it out. What is it about giving head in a car? I’m so turned on. Both of us want more, but we decide that’s for another night, it’s getting late, and it’s about time that hotel bed saw some worth.



He had texted me two days ago to say he had an idea, but wouldn’t divulge it. I’d tried to get it out of him but all he would give away was that it was new, that it was ‘dangerous’ and not something we’d done before. I’m not proud of where my mind went, but that’s the cynic in me. He said to trust him, and reminded me that he had never pushed me further than I wanted to go and this would be the same. I wasn’t about to say no.
He drops me outside the door of the hotel and says ‘You have until I park the car and get back to the room to be ready. Remember, just go with it’.
‘What do you want me to wear’
‘Skirt, blouse and the red heels’
‘What underwear?’
‘Any underwear you want, it won’t matter’
‘Ok. Ten minutes..?’
‘Probably less, go’

I race back to the room, nervous and excited and most definitely turned on. I know my knickers are wet, shame really as I’m about to take them off. And I forgot about the other ones I took off earlier, that I meant to give him.
New black and pink lace set, short black skirt, red see-through blouse and the red heels. I’m barely dressed when there’s a knock on the door. It has to be him, but I jump nonetheless.
I open the door and he’s in full cop outfit. He pushes me in the door and tells me he has a warrant to search the place. I don’t even get a word out and he has me against the wall and is cuffing me. Real ones, his own, no hope of ever slipping out of them. He stands behind me and calmly tells me that if I cooperate then he can make it easier for me but if I don’t…
I’m not sure what to do, but I certainly don’t want this to stop. I tell him I can’t help him and I have no idea what he’s looking for here. ‘So you’re not prepared to cooperate?’ I stay silent.
He pulls me away from the wall by the cuffs and walks me towards the bed. He pushes me face first onto it, my legs are spread and my arse is in the air. He tells me he’s disappointed that I won’t cooperate’. My legs are on the floor but my body is flat on the bed, face first. He stands behind me, between my legs, I can’t see him and I don’t know what he’s going to do. He leans down so that his crotch is brushing off my cuffed hands – he’s running his cock on my hands and I go to feel it, I know it’s hard but as soon as I do, he tells me that he now has me on assaulting a police officer. I really cannot fathom how turned on I am by this. He takes his cock out of my reach and lifts my skirt. He runs a hand over my ass and down between my legs. I feel so exposed and vulnerable and it’s sending me insane. And without notice he lands a huge thwack down across my arse. He still stands behind me and says my nice underwear will not help me, lovely and all as it is. He rubs my arse where he’s hit it and strokes the other side too. I don’t know what he’s doing behind me, he says something else to distract me and again catches me with a huge whack across my arse. This is making me so wet. I’m aching to touch his cock or to have him in me.



Again, it all turns into a blur of need and desire and perfect greed for each other.
I know I struggle too much in the cuffs, I don’t mean to, but he seems to see me and says ‘Pause. Just one second’ And he walks over to get something. ‘These real ones tighten the more you struggle’ that’s when I notice the set of keys in his hand. I’m not sure if I said it out loud or it was just written as a scream across my face ‘NO! NOT YET, don’t take them off yet?’ But the end of his sentence was ‘… let me just lock them in the position they’re in so they won’t get tighter’ Phew!
He opens my blouse and takes it off as far as he can with it falling behind me and catching on my bound wrists. As he traces a finger along the curve of my breast he whispers in my ear and repeats the information he wants, while sliding a hand up my skirt. I lean my hips out to meet his hand as it finds it’s way to my wet cunt. My shoulders are still touching the wall but only just. I think I start to beg at this point; just sighing ‘Please’ in a kind of half whispered plea.



He has me over by the giant window while this is taking place. The window is as wide as the room with a sill that’s the perfect height for leaning on and being taken from behind. I don’t know how the cuffs came off but I think it was around the pleading. When he removes them, he tells me to put my hands flat on the window sill and not to move them, not even for a second. I should mention that the curtains are not closed.
I can hear him behind me, but I don’t know what he’s doing, maybe just looking. Then he takes my hips in his hand and adjusts me to the right angle before sliding his cock deep into me and fucking me steadily for anyone to see.



We have more sex that night than any other. None of the toys come out, even though I’ve brought them all. I think we had enough novelty. And in-between the sex I did get to do one of my favourite things. It’s no shocking news to learn that I love giving head, I’ve probably mentioned it 3 times already in this piece, but I don’t always get to just play with it. There’s the blow job you give where the aim is to make him come and there’s the blow job you give as an interim to sex. And then there’s the 2 hour long one I love to do; I’m just licking it and sucking it and generally just enjoying it in my mouth. And this night, he’s happy to let me and watch me.
It’s probably not a full 2 hours but it’s a good while before he’s had enough and flips me over and dives into me again.



The next morning even he’s sore from usage. He tells me we have to leave soon. But he tells me this as he’s on top of me, whispering into my ear as I can feel his granite solid cock press against my arse. ‘Can’t you just put it in for a little bit?’ I know I whine. He kisses my ear and tells me we both know that if it went in, it wouldn’t be for just a little bit. But I can have it in my mouth.
No dice, young fella, I can have that anyway and we both know it – not that I have to do any persuading as he’s not making any move to get off me, so the little push of my arse up to meet him is met with no resistance, he slides his full length into me. It’s not for long, we’re both sore and it’s really tight. But I got what I wanted and of course, I got it in my mouth too. But sure, that was always going to happen.
I sigh and say it’s never enough. ‘No, it never is, with us’ he says back.

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