I know you warned me about flirting with that man at supper.  I told he was
merely an amusement but you didn't seem amused.  Something smoldered inside
you just below the surface.  I didn't take it seriously but evidently I
should have.  When we saw him tonight you showed no reaction.  I smiled at
him discretely thinking you didn't notice, but evidently you noticed
something.  Maybe it was the way his eyes roved over my body as I walked to
the ladies room.  Perhaps if I hadn't worn such a revealing dress.

I didn't suspect a thing.  You told me to go on up to the room while you paid
the check.  You told me to take off my dress and bra and wait for you in my
stockings and heels.  You told me to rouge my nipples and freshen my perfume.
I  did as you asked.  I was already excited.  The champagne and your touches
under the table had me eagerly anticipating whatever you had in store for me.

When you came in you found me lounging in the sitting room by the
fire--large, pale breasts, pink nipples, black stockings and heels.  You held
me at arms length and inspected me.  Running your fingertips over my skin.
My breath caught as you touched my already hard nipples.  You smiled at that.
You ran your finger lightly over my pussy and put your finger to my lips for
me to lick.  You told me to wait for you for just a moment and disappeared
into the bedroom.  I prowled around the room and poured myself a small
brandy.  The warmth seemed to flow directly to my clit.

I was surprised that you were still dressed when you returned.  I had thought
you were changing clothes.  You took my hand and led me into the bedroom.  It
was aglow with candles.  You laid me on the bed on my back and climbed on top
of me--straddling my waist.  You touched my nipples with your fingertips once
more and seemed pleased at the reaction.  You took my wrists in each hand and
raised them above my head...I thought you were going to kiss me as you leaned
over me.  Instead you fastened my wrists securely to the headboard.  I
started to wriggle, not sure what you might be up to.  You continued to sit
on me and watch me struggle.  You ran your finger down my face, neck, all the
way to my breasts again, toying with my hard nipples.  You said that the man
at dinner had been aching to see my breasts.  You admonished me for being
such a tease with no intention of letting the poor man have me.  You told me
you had decided to teach me a lesson about such teasing--after all you had
warned me once and I had ignored the warning.  You pinched my nipples, making
them hard and red.  You knew I was worried but couldn't help being turned on.
You watched me flush with desire.

I was startled by a tap on the door.  I thought you had ordered something
sent up from room service.  You left me to answer the door. I heard voices
but couldn't make out the words.  When you returned to the bedroom I
recognized the man you brought with you.  It was the man I had been flirting
with at dinner.  His eyes were gleaming with desire as he surveyed my
situation.  I started struggling anew, mortified that this stranger would see
me this way.  I tried to tell you that I hadn't meant anything like this to
happen.  You said you knew that and that you didn't want me to say anything
more.  You told me to accept my punishment for my behavior in silence or it
would only be worse for me.  The look in your eyes silenced my protests.  The
man approached me and I put my legs together.  You ordered me to open my legs
for him--to show him my pussy.  I hesitated but then complied, opening them a
bit.  You reached over and spread them wide so the man got a good view of my
moist cunt.  You ran your thumb over my clit as a demonstration and I
couldn't help moaning.  You both smiled at that.

The man undressed quickly without taking his eyes off of me.  You settled
yourself in an overstuffed chair near my head and casually lit a cigarette.
The man climbed on the bed next to me, not quite against me.  He traced his
fingers lightly over my face, across my lips, sliding a finger into my mouth
and exploring there, tracing down my arms, wrists, palms, over my breasts and
belly, down the insides of my thighs.  He started telling me how much he had
been wanting me and now he would finally have me.  His light touch tickled my
clit as he lowered his head to suckle at my breast.  I looked over at you and
you smiled.  He moved his hand up and starting pinching my other nipple.  I
started breathing hard despite my intention not to react to this man.  You
knew my desire would overcome my anger and wanted to watch it happen.  Then
he moved down my body and breathed the perfume of my pussy.  He touched my
swollen clit with the tip of his tongue and I moaned aloud, but quickly
caught myself.  He put his finger at my opening and revelled in the wetness
there.  He licked my clit lightly and then more firmly.  Took it in his mouth
and sucked on it.  My hips started rising to meet his mouth of their own
accord.  He put a finger inside me and started moving it in and out.  My hips
picked up the rythmn and I started fucking his finger--thrashing wildly,
mindless with desire to be fucked.  He ladels the slippery wetness from my
cunt and rubs it over my breasts--making them gleam.  He straddles my chest
and presses my breasts together with his big hands so they close over his
hard cock.  He tells me to suck him.  He says if I do a good job he might
fuck me.  I lean my head forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth
on each forward thrust between my breasts.  He rubs his thumbs over my
nipples as he moves.  After only a few thrusts I cry out and come violently.
He presses his cock to my mouth as I come and he comes too.

He climbs off of me, sated and smiling.  He takes his clothes and retires to
the next room, giving you a nod of thanks.

Now I am wet and aching to be fucked, come is dripping down my lips.  You are
still dressed in your suit, standing over me.  You trace your finger down my
belly and watch my hips rise as your finger gets closer to my clit.  You
laugh.  You tell me you knew I'd like it even if I didn't know I'd like it.
You ask me how badly I need to be fucked.  You want me to beg you to fuck me.
You start removing your clothes.  Your cock is hard.  You stand by my head
and let me suck you a bit while you untie me.  They you lay down beside me on
your back.  You don't have to wait long.  I climb onto you, spreading my
knees wide, and slide myself onto your cock.  You feel my muscles clench and
I come, screaming, immediately...a warm, wet rush of liquid over your cock
and balls. Your arms are over your head.  I put my palms on your forearms and
lean my weight onto them as though holding you down.  I start fucking you
unmercifully.  Slamming myself onto you questing for satisfaction.  Rubbing
myself against you.  Drenching you with my fluids.  Slippery with sweat and
come.  My eyes closed, head thrown back, howling as I satisfy myself.  I
begin to tire but you haven't had enough of me.  You flip me off of you and
tell me to get on my knees.  I obey blindly.  You take me from behind,
pulling my hips to you.  Eventually you put me on my back so you can watch my
face as you fuck me--hard and fast--making me come over and over.  Finally,
you press deep inside me and fill me with your come.  You lay on me, still
inside me, you are breathing hard, and I feel our hearts beating fast.  I
feel your heat, our mingled sweat.  I like the feel of your body pressing on
me.  We doze for a few minutes.  Then you get up and draw a hot bubble bath
in the big tub.  Move some candles into the bathroom.  Fetch me a glass of
water, and lead me to the tub.  You climb in with me and wash me gently all
over.  You phone housekeeping and have them remake the bed while we are in
the tub.  When I'm all clean you dry me gently with a big towel, knowing I am
already close to asleep.  You snuggle with me between the clean sheets and I
fall asleep in your arms.