“You’ve been a bad girl.” He towered over me. I nervously went to take a sip from my glass, but he took it from me before it reached my lips. After setting the wine on the bedside table, he pulled me to him roughly, his hands pressed into my lower back. This kiss this time was more forceful, more urgent. At first, our tongues intertwined, but then he pulled back, our lips barely touching, making me strain to press my lips to his. He was in control of the situation, and I was in trouble. Just the way I like it. His hands slid down my back and over my butt, and he grabbed it forcefully, wadding the fabric up in his hands. My dress was quickly pulled over my head and off and thrown into the corner of the room. He lifted his lips away from mine and kissed down my chin, under my ear, down my neck, to my collar bone. Meanwhile, his hands expertly released the hooks on my bra. My heavy breasts pressed the fabric forward and away from my body. His lips followed the strap off of one shoulder and down my arm. Then the bra was tossed in the general direction of my dress. With his hands on my upper arms, he pressed his face into my breasts. First the right, then the left, his mouth encircled my nipple. His teeth pressed into my skin with a large but gentle bite, while his tongue circled around with the added occasional flick. Then with some suction, he dragged his teeth over my skin and bit the nipple before drawing away. His hands moved from my arms to my shoulders, and he pushed me down to the floor. The tip of his hard cock trailed over my body as I descended, and it sprung up in front of my face. I did not start sucking as he had done with Mr. Calloway. Instead of immediately taking his cock in my mouth, I went to his balls first. Kissing them, licking them, I cupped them in my hand and pressed my middle finger at the base. Normally I would kiss my way up his shaft, but he was too impatient for that now. He put his hand on the back of my head and made a fist, grabbing a handful of hair. My head bobbed back and forth under his control as he fucked my mouth. His cock filled my mouth with a silkiness, but I made an effort not to gag when it forced its way down my throat. With all the excitement, I thought surely he would cum soon. I was wrong. Instead, he yanked my head back and pulled me to my feet. His hands pressed into my back again, firmly pushing my breasts into his bare chest. He put his lips next to my ear and said, “I’m going to fuck you just as your Mr. Calloway fucked me. And there is nothing you can do about it.” He grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pushed me forcefully onto the bed. I heard him pick up the oil. His hand slid down my stomach and his fingers spread around my clit, and he used that to grip my hip and pull me into standing. My legs were locked with my ass in the air, while my head stayed buried in the covers. His other hand reached between my thighs and spread my legs apart. I stiffened and waited for the feeling of the oil dripping down my crack. It didn’t come. Everything stood still for a moment. His fingers didn’t move over my clit, and his other hand didn’t touch me at all. I felt the movement of his body and knew what was coming a split second before it happened. As soon as I had begun to wonder what the stillness was about, his open hand smacked my buttcheek with a painful slap. And then again, slowly, deliberately, another blow was dealt to the other cheek. “In addition,” he said, with another smack, “you disobeyed me.” Smack! Smack! Suddenly, his hand was in my hair again, and he pulled me up to a standing position. He put the half full glass of wine in front of me. “Finish it.” I drained the glass. He pushed my head back into the bed. I stiffened, expecting the next spank, but it didn’t come. Instead, as I expected earlier, he deliberately poured the oil over my ass. It dripped between my cheeks, then between my lips and down my inner thigh, although I couldn’t confirm that all of that was just oil. His hands went to work rubbing it in, making sure I was well coated. A finger massaged its way around my asshole, teasing, tempting to go in. I took a deep breath and focused on relaxing, arching my back and raising my butt high in the air to make it more accessible. For my efforts, I unexpectedly got another series of smacks. By being off guard, it made them sting more. I lost my footing and collapsed onto the bed. My lover again reached between my legs, teased me by coming so close yet so far away from my clit, and pulled me to my feet again. “Also,” he said while his finger went back to work, slowly circling it’s way into my ass, “How do you know Mr. Calloway?” He plunged his middle finger in several time before quickly removing in and delivering a few more blows to my cheeks. He continued to alternate between smacks and fingers, giving my poor pussy and clit no attention whatsoever. Once my butt was sufficiently warmed, instead of fingers, it was his cock he slipped in this time. The head pried me open wider and wider, when I thought that it would surely be in all the way, it spread me even more. Finally, with a pop, the ridge passed my sphincter, and his cock began to fill me. My pussy ached from the lack of attention. Yet even as he drove himself into my ass, I felt the orgasm swell up within me. He pulled his cock completely out, then plunged it back in again, never letting me get acclimated to the rhythm, delaying my release. Finally, he sunk himself into me to the hilt and held steady. My muscles involuntarily contracted against him, tightening and loosening against my lover’s cock. He leaned over me, his bare torso completely connecting with my back, and as he came into my ass, he whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”
My lover stood dumbfounded in the middle of the room. I was in the rare position to ogle as much as I liked, and I could see the bulge in the front of his Dockers grow as the Mr. Calloway approached him. The large, muscular man circled around him, while my lover remained frozen in place. First Mr. Calloway just inspected him, looking him up and down from all angles. He seemed pleased. I didn't blame him, I quite enjoyed taking in the sight of my handsome lover from my vantage point as well. And then he began to touch. First, Mr. Calloway ran his hands through my lover's hair, catching him off guard. He faced him while his fingers continued their way down his neck and over his chest. His hands briefly brushed the front of his pants before he walked around him, letting his fingers trail over the curve of his buttocks and up his back. Then from behind, Mr. Calloway grabbed the hem of my lover's shirt and pulled it up over his head. Normally, my lover was the one in control, and I enjoyed seeing him vulnerable like this. Mr. Calloway was good at surprising him, doing things in a way that made my lover unsure of what was coming, and that made him nervous. But I knew my lover, because behind those nerves, I saw the look in his eyes, the goosebumps over his skin, and the tightness in his pants. He was excited. With his body pressed up against the back of my lover, his cock trying to escape from his pants to plant itself between my lovers clothed cheeks, he slid his hands down my lover's chest and to his belt. He unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned the pants, and unzipped his zipper, all while his breath was hot on my lover's neck. Slipping his hands under the waistband, he pushed his pants and underwear down to the floor in one swift motion. My lover obediently kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his slacks. Mr. Calloway's face was at my lover's hip level, and he hovered over his ass slightly before standing back up again. With one hand on his shoulder, he spun my lover around so they faced each other, positioning both of them with their sides to me, so as to give me the best view. They could see me out of the corners of their eyes. I poured myself another glass of wine, leaned back, uncrossed and recrossed my legs, and took a sip. Mr. Calloway put both hands on my lover's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Then he unbuttoned his tight jeans. With no underwear in the way, his cock popped out of his pants, seemingly relieved to be freed from its prison. With his hands in my lover's hair again, Mr. Calloway pulled his face closer so the head of his cock was almost touching his lips. His hands moved to Mr. Calloway's balls and cupped them while my lover took his cock into his mouth. He started quick, quicker than I would have, bobbing his head back and forth. I couldn't help myself, I compared his technique to mine and mentally took notes. Mr. Calloway closed his eyes and let his head fall back, obviously enjoying the sensation. Sooner than I expected, Mr. Calloway's muscles started to tighten. His hand made a fist in my lover's hair. And then, when I was about to be disappointed that it was over too soon, my lover pulled his head back, letting the cock fall out of his mouth. Anger flashed briefly over Mr. Calloway's face, and then realization hit. He roughly grabbed my lover by his arm and pulled him to his feet. He pushed him over to the bed, grasped the back of his neck, and pushed his face down into the comforter. Next to the bed, on the table, sat the jar of coconut oil I had placed there earlier. The large man scooped some out and slathered it generously over my lover's gorgeous ass, slipping his fingers in as he did so. My view was now from the back, so not only could I clearly see each of their asses, but I got the best angle to watch Mr. Calloway slowly enter my lover. My lover grabbed at the bedding and moaned as his ass was filled with the large cock. He was held down on the bed, unable to move, as Mr. Calloway sat still, waiting for him to adjust to the size. Finally, he began to pump, slowly at first, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing it back in again. Soon, he was overcome by his own desires, and Mr. Calloway thrusted into my lover with more force. I downed a full glass of wine and leaned forward to watch. With each thrust, Mr. Calloway grunted, and my lover moaned, their voices combining to a harmonous bass rhythm. In time, the beat sped up, until they took on one continuous note. My lover's voice fluctuated up and down an octive depending on the position of the cock inside of him. My wine forgotten, I leaned forward in the chair to watch. My lover was hard, and I could tell from his cries that he enjoyed the experience. Mr. Calloway's thrusts became more frantic, and he went silent as he came within my lover. A towel lay on the end of the bed, and Mr. Calloway used it to wipe the oil from his skin. But he wasn't entirely without compassion. My lover lay face down on the bed, tired from the excursion, and Mr. Calloway used this opportunity to wipe him off with the towel as well. Meanwhile, I poured myself another glass of wine. I stood up, the glass in my hand, and took a sip. Although I'm short even in my stilletto heels, I felt tall. I was the one in control, at least for the moment. Mr. Calloway's shirt hung on a hanger on the bar inside the door, and I retrieved it for him. After he put his shoes on, sitting on the bed next to my lover who still lay face down, his head resting on his arms, I handed Mr. Calloway his shirt. He took it from me, then took me delicately in his arms, a different man from the rough one who had just handed my lover. "Thank you," I said. "My pleasure," he replied with a smile, then kissed me softly, a mixture of polite and passionate. My lover rolled over and sat up, watching the exchange. Mr. Calloway nodded to him, and left the room. I took another sip from my glass and turned to my lover. He stood, towering over me even though he was barefoot and I wore my heels, and the control of power shifted. "You've been a bad girl."
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The only writing on the envelope was a three digit number. Inside was a hotel room key. I knew that’s the only information he needed, and I knew what he would assume. I waited patiently, sitting in the plush chair in the corner of the room. A chilled bottle of wine and a single glass sat on the table next to me. The outfit I wore picked itself: his favorite tiny black dress that barely covered a lacy black bra that barely held me in, thigh high black stockings, and black high heels. The way I sat with one leg crossed over the other revealed the lace top of one of the stockings. As soon as he entered the room, my outfit would confirm his assumptions. He would be wrong. As I expected, he entered the room with a sly knowing smile on his face. I love that smile. The beauty of his smile lay not in his lips, but in his eyes, which narrowed and sparkled when he had something devious in mind. Could he see the scheming behind my eyes? When I stood up, I spread my legs slightly first, so he could see that I wasn’t wearing any panties. He stood in place, and I walked over to him slowly, giving him time to appreciate the view. His hands were on me as soon as I was within reach, and he pulled me into a long deep kiss. Oh, his kisses! If he never did anything else, I would be happy if he just kissed me forever. My hands found their way into his hair, he gently bit my bottom lip, and his hands slid their way down my back. I reconsidered my idea, preferring to just get lost in his arms. Instead, as his hands slid down to the hem of my skirt, I reluctantly pulled away. I caught a glimpse of his expression, his eyes now a mixture of confusion and rejection, before I turned around and walked back to the chair. I picked up a corkscrew and started to open the wine. He said, “You agreed not to drink today.” I merely smiled, poured myself a glass, and sat back in the chair. “I have a surprise for you,” I said and crossed one leg over the other again. He stood in the middle of the room, lost and perplexed. My head turned towards the bathroom, and I called out, “Mr. Calloway?” The bathroom door opened, revealing a tall, muscular man. He was shirtless so as to show off his physique. His erection was obvious through his tight blue jeans. I smiled at my lover and took a sip of my wine.
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