AUTHOR = Bad Girl
E-MAIL = bad_bad_girl_xxx@hotmail.com
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Shall I tell you about what really happened at the wedding last weekend?
On the Friday night we were up drinking until past dawn. We all said goodnight and left to go to our rooms. The hotel had a separate wing to the main building where a few of us were staying. I left the hotel bar and walked to the wing with one of the other guests. It was daylight outside and some of the staff were already starting to turn up for work. I'd already been back to my room earlier and changed. I was now wearing a loose white t-shirt and baggy summer trousers without any underwear.
We went inside the foyer of the building and I was going to leave when he grabbed me by the arm. I looked into his eyes and recognised the look he gave me. Without him saying anything I knew exactly what type of person he was and knew what he wanted. His eyes betrayed him. They told me just how dirty and perverted he was. I hadn't given him any encouragement all night. Well, not consciously. I hadn't been interested. But that look made all the difference. I could feel my heart beating faster and the heat rising between my legs. My breathing was much deeper, my chest rising and falling. I saw his eyes fall to watch the rhythm and I felt my nipples harden as he looked on.
He told me that he recognised the look in my eyes and how he knew I would do whatever he wanted. I knew it was a waste of time denying it. I didn't want to. It turned me on more. He knew who I was and what I liked without me having to say a word. That thought was making me feel really horny. I wanted to drop to my knees in gratitude and suck him, but I knew I couldn't take the lead and I would have to wait for his orders.
He placed both hands gently around the back of my head, his fingertips laced into my hair. He pulled me towards him and kissed me on the mouth. I closed my eyes and returned his kiss. For a moment I forgot who he was and where we were. I was transported somewhere safe, with someone gentle and tender. It felt so good. With the passion increasing, his hands moved around my head, pressing harder until the moment was over. He had grabbed a large lock of hair and pulled my head backward away from his mouth. I yelled out in pain. Foolishly I'd forgotten where I was and hadn't been prepared for such an action. He continued pulling my hair until I was looking up at the ceiling. My face was contorted with pain as I tried to stifle the pleas for leniency. He looked down at me, directly into my eyes. The expression on his face was clear and it was impossible to misunderstand his intentions. He was smiling, but there was nothing kind about it. I knew then, that he would test my limits and challenge me to go further and further. I was scared, but all the more excited. I knew he was going to humiliate me and I couldn't wait. The thought disgusted me. Any normal person would hate feeling this way. But not only did I enjoy it, I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter in anticipation. I wanted to be made to feel dirty and cheap.
He led me by the hair, still pulling hard, to the corner of the foyer. He sat down in an armchair and pulled me down so I was on my knees between his legs. He released my hair and unzipped his trousers. I knew my role well, and dropped my head in submission allowing my eyes to only look at the floor, awaiting his instructions.
He released his cock and once again grabbing me by the hair, pulled me closer to examine him. He wasn't hard and rather than let me work on him, he made me watch him rub his hand up and down slowly. My mouth was only a couple of inches away from his soft cock as he wanked before me. He ordered me to place my right hand down my trousers and inside my knickers. Without lifting my head, and still watching him rub his cock, I told him I wasn't wearing any underwear. He called me a cheap slut, but I could hear the approval in his voice. He told me to insert a finger inside me. I wanted to know how wet I was.
Silently, I obeyed, slipping my middle finger deep inside. My juices were already dripping down my thighs and I couldn't help moaning with the relief of finally touching myself. I was now aching to come. I wanted him to hear me groan as I finger-fucked. But I knew only too well that he would never be that kind. He demanded I remove the finger and show him. I felt angry to be denied, but could say nothing. I took my hand from my trousers and showed him the finger. It glistened in the daylight as the juices ran down my hand. I could tell he was pleased with me and gratefully obeyed as he told me to return my hand and insert an additional two fingers.
Still on my knees and my head bowed, I carried out his instructions. I was feeling so wet and turned on, I couldn't help but move the three fingers in and out slowly. My hips automatically rocking in time, pushing forward to allow deeper entry. My groans of pleasure were loud, but I didn't care who heard or saw. I wanted to cum. That was all that mattered. We both watched each other wanking. I could see he was now hard and I felt torn between wanting to cum and wanting to take him in my mouth. He made the decision for me. As I felt myself ready to cum, he ordered me to stop and to take him in my mouth.
Obediently, I removed my hand and took his cock in both hands. My right hand was now covered in my juices as I massaged his cock before taking it in my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the length, using my hands to fondle his balls and wank the base of his cock. He was now hitting the back of my throat and I could feel myself gagging with his size. He wasn't very big, but it was enough to fill my mouth. Forgetting about my own frustration, I worked hard to make him come. But nothing was happening. He had both hands around the back of my head once again and was pushing me down deep onto him. He controlled the rhythm by pulling my hair back hard and then pushing me onto him. And yet he still didn't cum. I realised that with all the drinking, this could take some time. I just wanted it over and done with. I knew we were pushing our luck. No one had seen us yet, but it couldn't be much longer before we were caught. If only he would cum.
Finally, he yanked my hair down hard forcing me to release his now softening cock. I looked at the floor unable to face his gaze. I knew what he was thinking. He told me to remove my t-shirt and I obeyed instantly, not wishing to annoy him further. I was now kneeling before him, topless in the foyer of the hotel in daylight. My heart was racing. He didn't seem surprised that I had obeyed him without hesitation, which I knew was a bad sign. This proved to be correct when he told me to remove my trousers as well. This time I couldn't help but hesitate, but I knew I was only delaying the inevitable. That hesitation was enough to anger him. He grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled hard until I was nearly crying with pain. But despite my protests, my body was betraying me. My nipples were erect and my breathing fast. I removed my trousers and only then did he release his grip.
Once again, he started to wank before me, and told me to do the same. He told me to use two fingers in my cunt and use the index finger on my left hand on my anus. I closed my eyes in disbelief, but obeyed. With my eyes closed, I tried to block out where we were. I felt dirty and soiled. He was making me do things I didn't want to, and yet I couldn't stop myself.
He called me a whore and a slut. I wanted to hate him for those names, but they felt good to hear. It felt like an excuse for what I was doing in front of this stranger. I opened my eyes again to watch him rubbing himself. I realised he was still not hard. He stopped when he saw me watching and reached over and slapped me hard across my bottom. The pain rushed through my body, only helping the increasing pleasure I was feeling as I touched myself. He slapped me once again, telling me that it was my fault he couldn't get hard. He said I wasn't a real woman and that a real woman would have made him cum. He asked me if I always got this reaction from other men, but I didn't dare answer him. After a final slap, he pulled me down once again forcing himself into my mouth. I still had two fingers in my cunt and one up my anus. I sucked him hard, I was desperate to prove I was normal. But he continued to call me a whore. I couldn't help it, it was getting too much and, as he forced himself deeper into my throat, I came. The relief was soon replaced with the guilt and disgust. How could those things he said turn me on so much?
These feelings didn't last long when I realised he was finally getting hard again. He pulled me away and resumed wanking before me. I could see now that his cock was starting to bulge and throb. He was close to coming. Instinctively, I moved my head closer, my mouth only an inch from his cock. He shifted in the chair and aimed himself toward me just in time to cum. His load sprayed over my face and into my open mouth. I swallowed his seed down, licking my lips to taste him. I had cum in my hair and all over my face and tits. It was dripping down my chin and neck. In an attempt to clean myself, I tried to wipe myself with my clothes, but he stopped me and told me to leave it there.
Once again, he pulled me by the hair down towards him and I cleaned him with my mouth, running my tongue along the full length. When he was clean and zipped, he rose to his feet and pulled me up. I stood before him, still naked, whilst he gave me my instructions. I was to return to the room without dressing and at the wedding the next day, I wasn't to wear any underwear again. Both of these things I did. He approached me after the reception and whispered in my ear. I nodded, letting him know I had done what he had said. I watched him smile and could see his eyes indicating that his mind was racing with what would happen later.
Except, I avoided him for the rest of the night. I talked to his wife many times during the evening, but always found excuses whenever he was around. The fun was over, it was time to move on.
THE END
