Because Master Commands -- Question #10
OK - time to reveal the fantasy. I haven't mentally fleshed out this story until now. I usually don't need a complete story to provide inspiration when I masturbate, and it usually doesn't take long to get myself off once I've started. Take that for what it's worth.
I'm in Las Vegas - I don't know where in Las Vegas, but it's in a bar on the ground floor of a very tall hotel. There's a pool table in the bar. There are other people at the bar, but I'm not with any of them. I'm wearing a fairly tight, low-cut top, which has my cleavage very much on display. I think the bartender is intrigued. She seems a little more talkative with me than with the male patrons at the bar - and she's mixing my drinks a little bigger and a little stronger than the drinks she's pouring for the men. I notice that she's really hot. I'm here because I want to get fucked by a big, strong man - but I'm getting a kick out of having her attention. I am wearing a skirt that's not terribly short -- but short enough that if I bend over just a bit, anyone paying attention will realize I'm not wearing panties. The skirt is full enough that I can spread my legs as widely as I want to - but I haven't done so quite yet. I'm also wearing high-heeled CFM shoes. I've been watching men come and go, playing pool, playing darts - but no man has yet caught my eye.
That is until HE walks in. He's pretty tall. Maybe 6'2" or 6'3" or so. His shoulders and chest are broad, hips narrow, stomach flat, thighs muscular and ass spectacular. He is beautifully tan - with twinkling green eyes. I can tell his hair is naturally brown -- but that it has the distinctive brassy look that can only be achieved by extensive amounts of time spent in sun and chlorine. He's either a swimmer or a water polo player...and he WILL be mine before the evening is out.
I turn on my bar stool so I'm leaning back against the bar, sticking my tits out in the hopes that he will notice. He happens to look my way and he notices - but he tries not to let on at first. He's talking to a couple of guys at the pool table, but he glances up at me again. He looks down quickly when we make eye contact, but I see a wicked little smile on his face. He looks up again, holding my gaze this time - and something in his eyes makes me instantly hot. If I was wearing panties, they'd be soaked. My heart races, and I break the eye contact to reach for my drink.
After a few long swallows of an insanely strong rum punch (thank you, hot bartender lady - rum makes me really horny, by the way), I look back at him. He's still staring at me. I spread my legs a little, not quite showing what I have under the skirt - but certainly making him wonder. He gives a subtle motion with his head that tells me he wants to see more. I spread my legs a little more and slide one hand up the inside of my thigh. I definitely have his attention. He has moved a little closer. I leave the juncture of my thighs in shadow - but I dip a finger into my pussy, pull it out, and suck on it as he watches, transfixed. I then turn my stool around so I'm once again facing the bar. The bartender has been watching all of this. She's amused. She greets someone behind me - apparently a friend of hers.
Seconds later, I feel his hands on my hips, his chest against my back and his breath on the side of my face as he whispers into my ear, "you are a naughty girl and you need a spanking." I let out a gasp, drop my head back onto his shoulder and wiggle my hips against his hands. I believe this is what's known as a "yes." He kisses my neck as he slides his hand up my skirt, only to find that I am definitely not wearing panties and that I'm dripping wet. "VERY NAUGHTY," he growls into my ear. He pulls his finger from my pussy and sticks it in my mouth so I can suck it clean. This time, he's the one who gasps -- then tells me he's going to have a lot of fun dealing with me. He pulls something out of his pocket and puts it down on the bar in front of me. It's a room key - apparently for a room high up in this very hotel. He tells me to be in his room in ten minutes and not to dare be late - and then he's gone. The bartender leans over to me, tells me I've chosen well, and tops off my drink. I down the drink, then head upstairs.
By the time I get to the room, the rum has hit me. I'm pleasantly buzzed and exceedingly horny. I slide the keycard into the door ten minutes later on the dot. The door opens - and my jaw drops. This isn't just a room - it's a suite. There are floor to ceiling windows with a stunning view both of the strip and of another hotel tower within this property. The other tower is very close & I can clearly see into the rooms over there. The lights in the suite are dim, leaving the room illuminated mostly by the lights from outside. My hot companion is sitting on the leather couch, facing the windows and with his back to me. I see that he's no longer wearing a shirt. His shoulders and arms are on display and I really like what I see. I start to move toward him, but he tells me to stop and look at the table in the entryway. I look - and my heart jumps into my throat. There are three things on the table - a large flat-backed cherry wood hairbrush, a ping pong paddle and something that looks like a curious leather paddle/strap hybrid. "Choose one and bring it and your cute little ass over here, you naughty little tramp." I briefly consider running - but who am I k**ding? I want this. I NEED this. "Get ready," I hear him say -- but I realize he's not talking to me. He's on the phone.
I pick up the paddle/strap thing, walk around to his side of the couch and see he's only wearing jeans -- and that his cock is hard & sticking out over the top of his pants. It's huge. I was already shaking, but now my knees go completely weak. He takes advantage of my stumble and pulls me over his lap. He then points to the nearby hotel tower. I realize the person on the other end of the phone is in the room directly across from us in that tower - along with a room full of friends. Oh lord. He's going to tan my ass before he fucks me -- and we're going to have an audience.
I will clearly have to make the show one they'll remember. He flips up my skirt and starts caressing my ass. I dip my head and push my bottom up -- both so his friends can have a better view and to give him easier access. I spread my legs slightly & he responds by sliding two fingers down my slit and hard into my pussy. He's clearly surprised by how wet I am. He finger fucks me as I start to buck my hips. He dips his thumb into my pussy too -- but only to lubricate it before he pushes it into my ass. I let out a moan and push myself into his hand. He's now finger-fucking my pussy and sliding his thumb in and out of my ass. He asks if I'm going to cum for him. I tell him I'm really close - and then he stops, pulls his hand away, and smacks my ass HARD. "Oh no - you're not going to cum yet. DON'T YOU DARE CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION!" I whimper -- then he tells me it's time for my spanking. The strap lands once. It's loud, but I'm surprised that it doesn't hurt too badly. Once more - and I feel it a bit more. Another stroke - and I realize the heat from the first stroke is just starting to build. After six, my ass is burning. After twelve, it's on fire. After eighteen, tears are rolling down my cheeks and I'm trying really hard not to scream - and I realize I'm moving from pain into sheer lust. At twenty-three, I can't hold back any more and I cum really REALLY hard ... without permission. Uh-oh.
This may have to become a second fantasy...
*fade to black*
I'm in Las Vegas - I don't know where in Las Vegas, but it's in a bar on the ground floor of a very tall hotel. There's a pool table in the bar. There are other people at the bar, but I'm not with any of them. I'm wearing a fairly tight, low-cut top, which has my cleavage very much on display. I think the bartender is intrigued. She seems a little more talkative with me than with the male patrons at the bar - and she's mixing my drinks a little bigger and a little stronger than the drinks she's pouring for the men. I notice that she's really hot. I'm here because I want to get fucked by a big, strong man - but I'm getting a kick out of having her attention. I am wearing a skirt that's not terribly short -- but short enough that if I bend over just a bit, anyone paying attention will realize I'm not wearing panties. The skirt is full enough that I can spread my legs as widely as I want to - but I haven't done so quite yet. I'm also wearing high-heeled CFM shoes. I've been watching men come and go, playing pool, playing darts - but no man has yet caught my eye.
That is until HE walks in. He's pretty tall. Maybe 6'2" or 6'3" or so. His shoulders and chest are broad, hips narrow, stomach flat, thighs muscular and ass spectacular. He is beautifully tan - with twinkling green eyes. I can tell his hair is naturally brown -- but that it has the distinctive brassy look that can only be achieved by extensive amounts of time spent in sun and chlorine. He's either a swimmer or a water polo player...and he WILL be mine before the evening is out.
I turn on my bar stool so I'm leaning back against the bar, sticking my tits out in the hopes that he will notice. He happens to look my way and he notices - but he tries not to let on at first. He's talking to a couple of guys at the pool table, but he glances up at me again. He looks down quickly when we make eye contact, but I see a wicked little smile on his face. He looks up again, holding my gaze this time - and something in his eyes makes me instantly hot. If I was wearing panties, they'd be soaked. My heart races, and I break the eye contact to reach for my drink.
After a few long swallows of an insanely strong rum punch (thank you, hot bartender lady - rum makes me really horny, by the way), I look back at him. He's still staring at me. I spread my legs a little, not quite showing what I have under the skirt - but certainly making him wonder. He gives a subtle motion with his head that tells me he wants to see more. I spread my legs a little more and slide one hand up the inside of my thigh. I definitely have his attention. He has moved a little closer. I leave the juncture of my thighs in shadow - but I dip a finger into my pussy, pull it out, and suck on it as he watches, transfixed. I then turn my stool around so I'm once again facing the bar. The bartender has been watching all of this. She's amused. She greets someone behind me - apparently a friend of hers.
Seconds later, I feel his hands on my hips, his chest against my back and his breath on the side of my face as he whispers into my ear, "you are a naughty girl and you need a spanking." I let out a gasp, drop my head back onto his shoulder and wiggle my hips against his hands. I believe this is what's known as a "yes." He kisses my neck as he slides his hand up my skirt, only to find that I am definitely not wearing panties and that I'm dripping wet. "VERY NAUGHTY," he growls into my ear. He pulls his finger from my pussy and sticks it in my mouth so I can suck it clean. This time, he's the one who gasps -- then tells me he's going to have a lot of fun dealing with me. He pulls something out of his pocket and puts it down on the bar in front of me. It's a room key - apparently for a room high up in this very hotel. He tells me to be in his room in ten minutes and not to dare be late - and then he's gone. The bartender leans over to me, tells me I've chosen well, and tops off my drink. I down the drink, then head upstairs.
By the time I get to the room, the rum has hit me. I'm pleasantly buzzed and exceedingly horny. I slide the keycard into the door ten minutes later on the dot. The door opens - and my jaw drops. This isn't just a room - it's a suite. There are floor to ceiling windows with a stunning view both of the strip and of another hotel tower within this property. The other tower is very close & I can clearly see into the rooms over there. The lights in the suite are dim, leaving the room illuminated mostly by the lights from outside. My hot companion is sitting on the leather couch, facing the windows and with his back to me. I see that he's no longer wearing a shirt. His shoulders and arms are on display and I really like what I see. I start to move toward him, but he tells me to stop and look at the table in the entryway. I look - and my heart jumps into my throat. There are three things on the table - a large flat-backed cherry wood hairbrush, a ping pong paddle and something that looks like a curious leather paddle/strap hybrid. "Choose one and bring it and your cute little ass over here, you naughty little tramp." I briefly consider running - but who am I k**ding? I want this. I NEED this. "Get ready," I hear him say -- but I realize he's not talking to me. He's on the phone.
I pick up the paddle/strap thing, walk around to his side of the couch and see he's only wearing jeans -- and that his cock is hard & sticking out over the top of his pants. It's huge. I was already shaking, but now my knees go completely weak. He takes advantage of my stumble and pulls me over his lap. He then points to the nearby hotel tower. I realize the person on the other end of the phone is in the room directly across from us in that tower - along with a room full of friends. Oh lord. He's going to tan my ass before he fucks me -- and we're going to have an audience.
I will clearly have to make the show one they'll remember. He flips up my skirt and starts caressing my ass. I dip my head and push my bottom up -- both so his friends can have a better view and to give him easier access. I spread my legs slightly & he responds by sliding two fingers down my slit and hard into my pussy. He's clearly surprised by how wet I am. He finger fucks me as I start to buck my hips. He dips his thumb into my pussy too -- but only to lubricate it before he pushes it into my ass. I let out a moan and push myself into his hand. He's now finger-fucking my pussy and sliding his thumb in and out of my ass. He asks if I'm going to cum for him. I tell him I'm really close - and then he stops, pulls his hand away, and smacks my ass HARD. "Oh no - you're not going to cum yet. DON'T YOU DARE CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION!" I whimper -- then he tells me it's time for my spanking. The strap lands once. It's loud, but I'm surprised that it doesn't hurt too badly. Once more - and I feel it a bit more. Another stroke - and I realize the heat from the first stroke is just starting to build. After six, my ass is burning. After twelve, it's on fire. After eighteen, tears are rolling down my cheeks and I'm trying really hard not to scream - and I realize I'm moving from pain into sheer lust. At twenty-three, I can't hold back any more and I cum really REALLY hard ... without permission. Uh-oh.
This may have to become a second fantasy...
*fade to black*
9 年 前
