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He was dominating and I liked it
He was a “Black Irishmen” with a deep voice and dominant chuckle. The first time I met him at the hotel he stood behind me and whispered in my ear that I was safe; he would not hurt me. He kissed the back of my neck, unzipped my dark slim skirt and slid it to the floor. Next my slip, then my blouse. Still behind me, he whispered, you won’t be needing those. As instructed, I wore demure white lingerie and black stilettos. He took my hand and led me to the wall. He placed each of my palms on the wall and gently spread my legs apart by kicking his foot between mine. He tapped my ass and told me that he wanted to look at me and then said, you look tasty, slut; I’m going to enjoying making you mine.
He stepped back and left me alone for a few minutes. I could hear ice in his glass. I later learned that he was a whiskey drinker. He just sat there watching me; sipping his drink. I heard him stand up and walk towards me. He started to slide his hands up the inside of my thighs. I got goosebumps and he chuckled. He palmed my ass cheeks and pulled my panties up like a thong. This was exciting him. He slid his hands around front and grabbed two handfuls of my tits. Then, he pressed his rock hard cock against my ass and whispered in my ear, do you want this? Breathless, I said, yes. Not just yet. He backed away and sat back down. Once again, I heard the ice. Then he told me, show me. Show me what your ass looks like when you fuck. I relaxed and began to hump the wall. He liked it. That’s it, good girl. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I moved my hips in time. He surprised me. I felt his palm on my ass. It was circling and warming me. His other hand reached around and quickly darted inside me and then out again. Only once. I was turned on and frustrated, squirming. He slapped my ass and told me I was an adorable slut. You’re ready, aren’t you? Another spank and he asked me; this time very seriously, do you want to cum? I gasped, yes. He turned me around and went back to the chair. J had his glass up to his mouth and very casually said, let me watch you.
I was dying for a release. I tilted my head against the wall and slipped one hand beneath the lace front of my panties. I found my swollen clit and started to feverishly rub it. My other hand found a nipple and pinched. My knees felt weak and I was so so close. Then for the first time, he spoke in a louder voice, Look at me. When I met his eyes I gave up and let the wave wash over me. I should have felt humiliated, I just came in my underwear! But, I was beyond turned on by this new kind of play.
He was still in the chair, still in his suit. He clapped. He actually clapped. His arrogance was a little bit arousing. It was a new feeling. He motioned with his fingers for me to come to him. When I got to the chair he held out his hand, panties. I handed them to him and he held them to his face. I heard him moan with satisfaction. Now, suck my cock. I did everything. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He only lifted a little to help me pull his pants and boxer briefs to his ankles. His engorged cock nearly hit me in the face. He put his glass down, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Then he grabbed my hair and guided my head down. He told me to look at him. When I did, he still had my panties held to his nose, watching me. I did my best to please him but he wanted more. He wanted to hear me gag. He wanted my eyes to water. He started to teach me how to please him. Deeper, stay down, now up, breathe, good little slut. Again. Back down. He held my head. Then he held my nose closed. I could feel the head of his cock tickle the back of my throat. He let me up, breathe. Good girl. He let out this low growl and stood up. Both hands on my head. He held me still and started to give me all of his cock. He was really getting off. I could hear him, oh yeah take it all my little slut. You like having your face fucked, don’t you? Then he chuckled, slut, you are mine. Faster and harder. I knew he was close. Then all off the sudden he surprised me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me, you don’t deserve to taste my cum yet. He pushed my head lower and shot his load on my tits, my bra and my face. The sound he made was glorious. It was a carnal roar of satisfaction. He grabbed an awaiting towel and pulled me down to the chair with him. The towel was wet and warm. He wiped me off and tenderly kissed me on my forehead. We sat for a few minutes. He downed his drink, finishing it and said, I’d like to see you again,