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| NOTE: Mistress gave me the pleasure of plumping, polishing, and perverting her vision of a simple hookup.Nothing's ever simple with me.Losing ControlNicolette pulled slowly into the lot, parking far enough out that her car wouldn't be noticed by bar patrons, but close enough not to risk breaking an ankle walking across the gravel in four inch heels.She checked her makeup in the rearview, softening her lipstick, blending the cover up.After all, she was going for "hot," not whore.It'd been a long week, spent in a business conference that ended earlier that day.Her flight didn't leave until the next morning, by design.She always liked to have a night of fun before returning home.Her shapely legs slid from the car.She smoothed the knee length skirt she wore and straightened her white, v-neck shirt.She hated wrinkles and didn't want to look like she'd slept in her clothes.It was cold outside, and the chill caused her nipples to harden, becoming visible beneath her shirt.She smiled.That would just make it easier to lure her prey.The bar wasn't crowded.There were a couple of men shooting pool.A jukebox stood in the corner, playing, as a couple danced close.She sat her purse on the bar, gaining the bartender's attention."I'll take a Malibu and pineapple, please."Her eyes continued to scan the room.There were a few small tables, three empty booths, one secluded in a dark corner.That one suited her just fine.Taking a sip from her drink, she made eye contact with the man sitting at the far end of the bar.She'd noticed him when she entered.He was nice looking, trim, clean shaven.And, most importantly, he had that look in his eyes, the look of a lonely man.
He smiled at her, weakly.She winked at him.His smile broadened.That was all she was waiting for.Oh, this is going to be too easy.She stood, adjusting her skirt again, walking toward him.Her movements were smooth, calculated, like a jungle cat closing on its quarry.Walking by him, she noticed his body sink a bit in disappointment as she passed.Slowly, she returned, leaning in close, brushing her soft breasts against his back.He stiffened as she whispered in his ear, "Would you care to join me in the booth?I could use the company."He joined her, slipping into the booth on the opposite side.She could tell he was nervous.He gripped his glass just a little too tight.She wondered if this was the first time he'd been picked up in a bar.Taking another pull on her drink, she wet her lips."My names Nikki," she told him, with as much breathless sexuality as she could muster."I'm John.""So, tell me, John, what brings you out tonight?"He relaxed."I came to tie up some business.I'm staying the weekend and thought it'd be nice to check out the night life."She allowed one of her shoes to drop to the floor, stretching her leg beneath the table, placing her foot between his legs.Gently, she rubbed against his crotch with her toes."And how's that working out?"The rise in his trousers answered for him."Seems to be."She felt his hand upon her foot, massaging her from heel to arch, then reaching her toes, a wonderful sensation after a full day in heels.All the while, he held her against him, the mere pressure of her foot maintaining his arousal, and further stoking her own.This wasn't her first rodeo.Business trips became tedious.She liked the excitement of being in a strange town, finding an unsuspecting, lonely man, and rocking his world.It gave her a sense of power.She wasn't looking for a relationship.With her work schedule, and all the travel it required, she didn't need the added baggage of a man. They were interesting creatures to entertain for an evening, but she had no future use for them.This would be a one night only performance.She slid around to his side of the booth, stretching her top, revealing ample cleavage, supple breasts, all wrapped in pink lace.Her nipples hardened again, this time more from arousal than cold.She looked into his eyes.Biting at her lower lip, she placed one hand on her breast, tweaking her nipple.Her other hand massaged his manhood.He placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing, pushing slowly upward; his fingers found the dampness trapped inside her silken underwear.She let go of her breast, placing both hands on the seat, grinding slowly against his hand. |
| She let go of her breast, placing both hands on the seat, grinding slowly against his hand.He slipped a finger inside."I've got a room," she whispered, her sudden need causing her once stable voice to tremble."We can continue this in private."They made it to the car, her behind the wheel and him in the passenger seat.It took all her concentration to fit the keys in the ignition and start the engine.By the time they pulled from the lot, his hands were on her again, stroking her, feeling her, entering her.His breath was moist against her neck, his tongue circling her ear lobes.With her right hand, she groped for him again, for the mass of him.The heat beneath his pants thrilled her, caused her pulse to race.She'd never gotten this excited by a conquest before.They were like new lovers, fondling and fumbling with each other as she tried to slide the access card into the lock of her hotel room door.Before they even crossed the threshold, he flipped her skirt up from behind, kissing her bare ass as he dropped to his knees.Turning her at the hips, pulling panties past her knees, he sunk into her sopping sex; penetrating, flicking in and out, lapping with his tongue.She grasped at his hair, an unexpected moan escaping her throat, as he brought on her first orgasm.But he didn't stop.He drove deeper, devouring her, sucking out every single drop of her essence.Her body shook, knees wobbling, as she came again.Stumbling backward, bringing him to his feet along with her, she threw him to the bed.Mounting him, she tore at his clothes, ravaging him like an animal in heat.Her nails traced red lines on his smooth, sculpted chest, her tongue providing cool, healing salve to his wounds.She nipped at his nipples; he yipped in response.Her hands took control, tugging his belt free, yanking his pants off, her primal urgency ruling her actions.His swollen cock popped through the opening in his shorts, gleaming with pre-cum.Squeezing the shaft, the clear liquid pooling at the tip, she had to taste it.She engulfed him, ravenously, taking him all the way in, his head threatening her tonsils.Relaxing her throat, opening fully, her mouth extended to the base of his penis.He throbbed in her mouth, veins fully engorged as she wrapped tightly around him.He shuddered as she held him there, working just her tongue, then painting the underside with the flat.Her rhythm was steady, in and out, all moist lips and wicked licks, flicking at the tip of his cock.Gliding up his chest, breasts against bare flesh, she lubricated him more, passing his erection up and down her moist slit.She could tell by the swell of him he neared all he could bear.Nikki took him, deep inside her empty pussy.She was amazed how perfectly he filled her, stretching just enough without pain.Her own passion overtook her.She rode him like a wild horse, bucking against him while he gripped her thighs.He arched beneath her, hands squeezing her ass, driving his hardness toward her farthest wall.She threw her head back, screaming in pure pleasure as she crested again and again on his unyielding cock.She couldn't believe the effect this single man had on her.John shifted suddenly, trapping her body beneath his.In the same fluid motion, he pressed her arms above her head, clasping her wrists together with one strong hand.Wrapping her hands in the silk of his tie, he lashed her to the slats in the headboard.She struggled against the restraint, but the tie held fast."What the fuck are you doing?I didn't say this was okay."John leaned back, still kneeling between her thighs.He continued to coax her with his cock, running his hands up and down her bare legs, sending chills through her body."I saw it in your eyes," he said."We're the same."Nikki knew.They'd fit so perfectly because they were the same, both out for their own ultimate gratification, the power that comes with complete and total control."I told you I needed to tie up some business."He tilted his head to one side, like a dog."In a sense, I came here for you."She heard his hand slide along the comforter, rustle in his trousers.He returned to her, fingering the edge of a straight razor.Her breath caught as he leaned in, the cool steel against her throat a stark contrast to the expanding warmth penetrating her once again.His free hand held at her hair, pinning her to the pillow, exposing her neck fully to the blade.His breath was hot in her ear."This time, let me show you what it's like to lose control."Their bodies joined as one, the bed creaked beneath their motion.With every loving thrust, the edge shaved lightly at her throat, igniting nerves she never knew she had.She gave to him, as she'd never given to another.She gave him full control, her life in his hands.Their pace increased, the press of the blade steadily stronger, the heat of his passion growing within her.He erupted, spilling his all, flooding her in a warmth that sent her over the edge, into sheer ecstasy.Her body clenched, the pinch of the steel gripping beneath her chin.John pulled the blade away, bending to kiss her, tonguing the trickle of blood flowing down her neck.He never lost control. |
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