xperienced14u
Posts: 45
Joined: 1/22/2005
Status: offline
|
I was sitting in the bar at the hotel where I was staying, dressed all in black, nursing a drink and a crossword puzzle when she entered. It was 5:30 and there were about a dozen men seated at the bar and at various tables. I was seated in the rear but in full view of the entrance. She was beautiful....tall...tan...and every man glanced in her direction and held their gaze until she was seated....every man but one.
She was accustomed to the stares. Men were supposed to look at her. MY look was briefly discreet and unnoticed by her. She found it disconcerting that the man dressed in black did not acknowledge her presence. She could read a mans eyes...but not this one...this one was different.
She was there to meet a business associate, and he entered shortly thereafter. All of the men stared at him with obvious envy....all but one.
She kept glancing in my direction. I could feel her eyes on me, not so much due to any physical attraction, but due to curiousity, as to why I seemed so disinterested while the other men could not stop looking at her, their imaginations running wild....as it always was.
She and her associate ordered drinks and went about their meeting. In time, the drinks were finished, the meeting concluded, and her associate excused himself to visit the lavatory. I finished my drink, and I saw that she was watching me write something on a piece of paper. I rose from my table and continued on my way out of the bar, dropping the note on her table as I passed by. The note was brief and it read..."I will wait for you in the lobby for 15 minutes...no longer...and then I will be gone.
I suppose curiousity overwhelmed her better judgement and within 10 minutes she approaced the lobby, note in hand,as she spoke to me. "IF I were even slightly interested in meeting someone, what makes you think that of all the men here, I would be interested in you?"...and I answered.."Because you are here with me now at this moment, and you don't have to be." I could see that here mind was racing with conflicting thoughts and images, and she felt compelled to ask me what brought me to this place at this precise time. She could see a faint smile appear on my lips. My answer was simple, yet mysterious. "You might say I am a gambler in search of a prize. I would like to buy you dinner...It will be served in my room...here is the number." I wrote the number on the paper and handed it back to her. I turned and walked to the elevator and pushed the button for my floor, leaving her standing in the lobby alone with her thoughts.
I entered my room and adjusted the lighting, fully anticipating the knock on the door that I knew would follow. I was not disappointed, and as she stood outside the door, I opened it and motioned for her to come inside, leading her to the center of the room.
She is cloaked in beauty, like the petals of a rose in full bloom. She is standing very still in the center of the room as I circle around her, close enough for her to feel me, but not touching her. I admire her..her clothes clinging to her body, exposing her curves...soft, feminine, womanly. I stop in front of her and lightly touch her cheek with my finger, pulling her hair back gently from her face and exposing her neck. She shivers slightly as she feels my lips lightly nip at her neck and my tongue lick lightly over the surface, tasting her for the first time. I kiss her neck, then up to her ear, first one and then the other, and back down to her neck, tightening my grip on her hair, now firmly in my grasp. My free hand caresses her breast, her erect nipple pulsing beneath my pinching fingers as she gasps and begins to moan softly and whimper. I kiss her lips, her mouth parting to let her tongue escape, searching for mine, but I will not allow that...not yet. I begin to unbutton her blouse as my lips and tongue trace hot wet circles from her ear to her neck and down to her shoulders. She is quivering as her blouse falls softly to the floor, followed by her bra. I cup her breasts and pinch her hot throbbing, erect nipples as my mouth works its way down her neck. I begin to kiss her breasts as my tongue flicks across her nipple, softly biting first one, and then the other, licking and sucking until she begins to sway, and I must steady her to keep her from falling. I unbutton her pants and remove the rest of her clothing as I lead her to the bed.
I put her on her knees in front of me as I move behind her. I take her hands, placing them behind her back and whisper for her to be very still. " You are safe here in my protection...no harm will come to you...but I am going to use you for my pleasure, as she feels the handcuffs close around her wrists. She is wet...very wet, as my fingers probe and expose her smoldering passion. She has been a very bad little girl, and the first slap on her ass stuns her and awakens her to the dual sensation of her throbbing exposed clit and her reddening ass. The combination of pain and pleasure makes her moan as I replace my fingers with my swollen cock, which slides easily inside her well lubricated slit. The spanking continues as the sting of my hand matches the rhythm of my thrusts. I reach down to pull her hair back from her head, and the combination of my movement, and the sting of her spanking pushes her closer to the edge. She aches for her release, loving the feel of my hand as it slaps her skin, while I am riding her relentlessly. When she can no longer control her passion and she is ready, my movement stops and I pull away....Not yet my love...not yet.
I roll her over onto her back and tie her securely to the bedposts. For a brief moment I think about blindfolding her, but I decide that I want her to see everything. The blindfolds can wait until later. I begin to kiss her, first her eyes, her ears, her cheek. I softly kiss her mouth, our lips barely touching and she begins to moan softly and beg...."Please don't stop..please don't stop...please....Her tongue escapes her lips and I suck it gently as my hands begin to caress her thighs. She is writhing and moaning, whimpering and begging, straining against her bonds. My tongue trails sunsuous circles down her body moving very slowly until it finds the sweet spot, and I begin licking her clit softly...my fingers probing inside, first one and then another, and a third, until she is filled with the delicious rapture that my fingers and tongue provide. She wants to cum. She NEEDS to cum, but I won't allow it until I am ready, and I withdraw my fingers and tongue and wait for her breathing to return to normal and her movement to stop.
Now it is time for the blindfolds to be placed over her head. "Anticipate my touch, angel, and if you think you know where the next sensation will be...you will be wrong." I place my finger on her lips and she sucks it greedily inside, licking it and then a second finger as well, forming that perfect oval with her lips. I remove my fingers and begin her delicious torment again, repeating everything in slow motion, touching and licking every inch, her not knowing where the next touch or sensation will be until it happens, and she is crying out with lust.
I am hard....very hard and I move toward her face, again putting my fingers to her lips as she begins to lick and suck them, whimpering and churning her ass against the bed. I pull my fingers away from her lips and push my cock up to replace them, resting it against her lips. It takes her only a second to recognize the replacement and her tongue escapes from her lips and begins to lick lightly over the head, gradually increasing in intesity as the hunger, urgency, and need begin to overwhelm her. Her mouth opens and I hold her head, allowing my cock entry as she begins to suck, and I move in and out slowly in short strokes. The feeling is deliciously hot and wet, and when the sensations have begun to peak, I pull out and slide down her body until I am resting on top and my cock is poised and ready, pressed against her.
I remove the blindfolds. It is time for her to see everything, every emotion, every touch, every stroke.
She is ready, and I slip easily inside her, moving slowly at first as she responds with a rhythm to match mine, thrusting upward to match each downward stroke, gradually increasing as she moans. I can feel her hot breath on my face, and I kiss her tenderly, tongues exploring, our bodies united as one.. I can sense her release, and the heat is searing and wet, like a jungle in summer.
I command her to look into my eyes and in the hazy mist she sees me...my eyes are three separate and disctinct colors and she is lost in lust. Her eyes begin to lose focus, and I watch them roll up inside her head as she is taken to that....other place...and she begins to cum....that beautiful sweet release...and I see the look..It is the look I live for, the most beautiful sight on earth...the look on a womans face when she cums...when I make her cum. She is lost in the throes of passion and murmuring incoherently as she bathes in wave after wave of cascading orgasms. She feels me, hard and throbbing, as she waits for me to join her. I scream with my release...a primal sound, and now she knows...She knows what she has known all along...SHE is THE PRIZE
< Message edited by xperienced14u -- 3/3/2005 2:07:42 AM >
|
THE PRIZE - 
Profile
New Messages
No New Messages
Hot Topic w/ New Messages
Hot Topic w/o New Messages
Locked w/ New Messages
Locked w/o New Messages
Post New Thread