Perfect

He had known what she was before they met. He had gone on to the
net looking for her. Well not her, but someone like her. She had
found him, if the truth be known. Had taken him, controlled him.

They had met after a couple of days, his life fleeting past, his
work a blur. She had told him they would meet and he had agreed.
She sent him an email, with the day, date and time. The place was
a hotel. He knew it, had stayed there on business

Now when he checked in it was different. As if everyone knew why
he was there. He left a note, as instructed, for her to collect
when she arrived. It detailed the room and that he would be
ready. Anyone could read the note and he blushed when he handed
it over.

He sat in the room on the end of the bed. He wanted to run, but
his legs didn't work. His brain shouted move, but his body just
sat there. He knew what was too happen. She had told him what
would happen in detail. Too much detail. He had wanked over her
messages, knowing it was not allowed. Knowing he was doing wrong.
Knowing she had forbidden him.

He sat and waited. A knock at the door. He got up, his legs weak
and walked to the door. When he opened it she was there. Looking
up at her he saw her face, the make up perfect, the lips a
luscious red.

"Invite me in" she said. She walked past him without waiting for
the words he couldn't speak. She looked round and dumped her bag
on the bed. "This will do" she dismissed the room

She looked at him and he felt like a rabbit in the headlights of
an oncoming truck. "Take me to dinner" she said.

He took her away from the hotel, in his car. She sat regally in
the passenger seat after he had held the door for her and didn't
speak the whole way there. He was too scared to break the
silence. At the restaurant he held her chair and she sat. When
the waitress arrived her whole demeanour changed, she smiled and
to him the sun shone. She chatted to the waitress like she was an
old friend and before he had realised she had ordered for both of
them and the staff were running at her beck and call. And loving
it, pandering to her every wish. She even got up and spoke to the
chef, running her tongue over her lips as she discussed with him
how to cook the steak. The girl who bought the wine was called
Angela and stood no chance against her. He knew that Angela had
left her phone number, knew it would be followed up on.

She turned her attention to him when the food arrived. She smiled
at him and he felt warm. They chatted. Exchanged pleasantries,
talked like the lovers they were to become. He basked in her glow
and was amazed at how she held court, not missing a beat with the
chat with him and the complete spell she had over the staff in
the restaurant. The meal was fantastic, well cooked and delivered
by the unknowing slaves to her will

They slowly drank their coffee and silent now he thought about
the night ahead. A last farewell to the staff, a picture with her
centre stage and the staff around her, promises to return. Not
from him, but from her, she was special, they could all tell.

As they drove back to the hotel he stole a look at her legs,
stretched out beside him, the tops of the stockings just showing.
Her face was illuminated against the night, the street lamps
showing her bee sting lips, the eyes closed, the chest rising and
falling. Her breasts, oh her breasts. She said "concentrate on
the road" Without opening her eyes she knew he was watching her.
He did as instructed, but not before he saw the smile on her
lips.

They walked across the foyer of the hotel. It was late but there
were plenty of sales reps and business men there drowning their
sorrows and loneliness. They all turned to look at the her as her
heels clicked over the marble floor. She grabbed his arm, placed
it around her waist. To them it looked like she was owned,
possessed but he knew it was a token gesture. He could never own
her, she owned him.

Inside the hotel room she changed again. "Undress" she commanded

He took off his shirt and tie and then dropped his trousers. As
instructed he had worn the stockings and garter belt, the satin
knickers only barely hiding his erection. She walked towards him,
and grasped his balls with her hand. Releasing the pressure she
pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bed and he fell.

She was on him, her hands playing with his cock through the
pants. He reached up to hold her, but she slapped his hands away
and so he put them above his head, clasping them together. Her
finger outlined his cock in the satin panties, dragging a
fingernail from the bottom of his balls to the moist tip.

She moved the panties to one side and his cock sprang free.
Upright and beating in tune with his heart she watched it from
below. Her hand slowly encompassed it and she started to wank
him. He gasped and let the feeling flow over him. She stopped and
just let her finger run over the end of his cock, causing his
stomach muscles to bunch up.

Moving up the bed she got closer to his erect cock. He felt her
breath on him, as her tongue slowly started to lick the underside
of his cock. Her mouth was on him in a moment and he felt the
suction from her as her mouth slid down his cock. He felt the
head hit the back of her throat and felt it pass there her nose
touching his hairless pelvis. She moved back and forward, fucking
his length with her mouth and throat, all the time wanking the
base of his cock with her hand. He was in heaven and thought it
couldn't get any better, when he suddenly felt a finger at his
anus. The finger probed and he knew to relax. The finger slipped
in and started a small in and out motion, coinciding with the
sucking on his cock.

Abruptly he knew he was going to come and told her. She stopped
moving and looked at him. She smiled and renewed her actions. The
wanking and the sucking, but in his passion he didn't realise
that two fingers were in his arse now, playing with him.

He held back for as long as he could, but the cum jetted from him
as he yelled and she greedily slurped it all, not spilling a
drop, holding his cock in the back of her throat for as long as
it took.

He went limp and she released his flaccid cock. And just looked
at him. His only thought " the cat who got the cream" a cliché,
but when she licked her lips, oh man.

"My turn" was all she said. She moved off him and stood. Slowly
she undid the buttons on her blouse revealing a white basque, her
tits forced up and out by the tight material. Next her skirt
dropped to the floor revealing her white panties. She climbed up
him, knees either side, stopping by his chest. She held her
perfect tits up and showed him the nipples. "You want this" It
wasn't a question, more a statement of fact.

She pulled her panties away from her body and one hand slipped
inside. "You want this" her husky voice said. She moved off him
and turned her back to him. She slipped her panties down
revealing her arse, perfectly framed by the basque and the garter
belt and her stockings, the ones that matched his. She reached
back and flicked her hair.

"I know what you want" she said and turned round, kneeling beside
him. "This is what you really want" Her cock stuck out, perfect
and hairless.

She moved up to the side of his head and he took it deep in his
mouth. He had never sucked cock before and he didnt hesitate now.
It was how he had imagined it would be, soft and smooth, warm on
his tongue. He tasted the saltiness and allowed his tongue to
play over the head. She pushed deeper and he tried to replicate
what she had done to him earlier. He knew he would need practice
to deep throat, but he did what he could. She was hard and pushed
at his mouth whispering about how he was a slut, a cock sucking
slut.

She pulled back and asked him if he was ready. He nodded. She
reached over and took the lubricant from her bag. Squeezing some
on her fingers she placed her hand on his arse. He lifted his
legs as her fingers entered him. He was ready, having spent time
with butt plugs, fantasising about this day.

She entered him with three fingers, pushing the lube into him.
More lube went to her cock. She positioned herself between his
legs, holding them apart. Her cock was at the entrance to his
arse and she looked at him. "Do it" he said "Please"

In one motion she was in him. He felt pain as his muscles tried
to contract and couldn't. They stretched, taking this huge object
and then the pain was gone. All he felt was full. Like when he
had the plug in him, but more than that. More, for this was warm
and pulsed with a heartbeat, he could feel it.

Slowly she pulled back and then pushed forward. Again and again
she pulled back, sliding forward. He could feel the motion, his
arse reacting and his prostrate filling him with the motion.
Faster she went, harder and harder.

Soon she was blurring in and out and he was bucking up at her
crying with the need to be fucked. She stopped and he was about
to call out, to cry "no please keep going" when he felt the spurt
inside him. He felt her cock pushing the come past his anus. Her
face was one of ecstasy and she fell on him, his legs falling
down.

They lay for a few minutes and her cock slithered out of him. He
felt the cum drain from his arse all over the sheets. She crawled
up him and he took her in the crook of his arm, her head against
his chest.

Their breathing returned to normal and they rested. After awhile
she said "Get down and suck me again" He smiled and did as
ordered.
