Rhuie Posted March 29 We'd known each other for years, ever since college. She moved away after graduating, but we stayed in touch, orbiting back into each other's lives. This time, she was in town on business. We met for drinks in the lobby of her hotel and within minutes the years collapsed into the same easy conversation, the same laughter, but underneath it, that familiar current. A small smile crossed her lips. She told me she had something to show me, and asked me to come upstairs. I opened the case and inside was something I had seen many times before, her black leather strap-on harness and a large dildo. When I turned, her blouse and skirt had already been dismissed to the floor, leaving nothing but her black corset. She loomed dominant, the tight weave sculpting her beautiful full breasts and hips. The perfect hourglass ready to press down and overwhelm me. Kneeling at her feet, my hands trembled in anticipation as I helped guide her feet into the harness, drawing it up along her legs before securing the buckles around her waist and thighs. She pushed it aside to reveal her soft bush beneath. A silent command I already knew how to obey. I drew closer, taking in her scent. Warm, intoxicating, unmistakably her. I softly nibbled and licked her tender lips. She firmly pushed my head back, tilting my chin up to meet her gaze, then commanded, "Open your mouth." I did what I was told and she slid her cock past my lips. Holding me steady with a fistful of my hair, she began to slide in and out slowly. Submitting to her soft coos I focused on suppressing the natural urges to retreat while she explored the depths of my throat, each thrust drawing me deeper into her rhythm. "Turn around. I want to see your ass." Doing as she wished, I turned on my knees and lowering my face to the carpet. "Now, spread yourself for me." I reached back, opening myself completely, every nerve aware of how exposed I was. The carpet rough against my cheek, my breath shallow, my body offered up and utterly defenseless. Her presence drew closer, the air shifting as she inspected me in silence. I trembled before her. Completely bare. All of me was something she had earned. Body and mind, kept safe every time she had held my devotion. A cold drop of lube hit the crack of my ass followed by the tip of her cock carefully spreading the lube around my asshole. I felt a hand on my back pulling me toward her followed by her cock pressing into my waiting hole. "Relax baby. Just open it up for me." I started to whimper as her cock eased in inch by inch, stretching me open. "That's right baby. Open it up for me." Fully inside, she started to giggle and began a steady rhythm, moving her cock in and out. "I want to move to the edge of the bed, but I want to keep my cock inside you." I rose to all fours and began to move. Her hands found my shoulders, gripping firm, her hips pressing forward to hold herself fully inside me with every careful step toward the bed. She gripped my waist and began to thrust in long, slow strokes. As she found her pace, I caught her reflection in the hotel window, bathed in the warm glow of the nightstand. She was humming softly, lost somewhere inside her own pleasure. Then her arms floated up, swaying like she was dancing to a song only she could hear. A giggle escaped her, soft and unguarded, her happiness spilling over. Watching her, joy filled me the way it always did. To give her this. To free her from everything outside that room. To let her simply be. This was where I belonged. On my knees, body and mind surrendered, every breath in service of her happiness. She was my purpose. She leaned forward, pressing me flat on my stomach, her cock still buried inside me. Her arm coiled around my neck, holding me tightly against her soft breasts. The other hand raked nails down the side of my back. The sharp sting dissolving into pleasure, drawing me closer to her. Hot breath behind my ear gave way to her low, sensual moans. Her lips and teeth grazed my skin, nibbling along my ear, down my neck. A lioness tasting her prey before the kill. Breath and moans and slow, full thrusts fell into a rhythm that became one hypnotic pulse, pulling me under. A tempo my body locked into, my hips answering every thrust, moving to her will, lost in her sweaty, primal hunt. With teeth finding flesh she took what was already hers. My every muscle answered with trust, softening like prey going still. Through the thrall, her whisper found me. "I want you to cum for me." With a body and mind no longer my own, I surfaced just enough to find her voice. Her words the thread pulling me back to her. "Stroke yourself for me." She leaned back and pulled my hips up toward her. I reached between my legs and grabbed my own oozing cock. "Follow my rhythm." Her pace quickened, each thrust deeper, harder, more demanding. "Stay with me," she commanded. My hand matched her rhythm, stroke for stroke, my body a mirror of her will. She drove faster and I followed, the tension coiling tighter with every beat until there was nothing left but her voice, her rhythm, and the edge she was pushing me toward. With a cry I couldn't hold back, I exploded, my ass pulsing around her cock. Shaking with sensory overload, I collapsed into the pillow. Tremors flowed through my body to the giggles of my owner, her cock still deep inside me. Her nails in my back softened to gentle pets. "Good boy. I love my little toy." she whispered. A warmth spread through me. I could feel the smile on her face as she softly petted my back and ass. I'd once again made her happy. She pulled out, allowing me to curl up on the bed. Joining me she gathering me into her arms. She cradled my face in her hand, savoring what was entirely hers. Her adoring kisses, each one a thank you note for my submission.
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