Chelsea hummed to herself softly as she finished typing her email, logged off of her computer, and straightened up her desk. Although she probably didn’t realize, a slight smile played on her lips, and she locked up the office and walked out with a spring in her step. She couldn’t wait to have a weekend out of town…with him. This was more than a vacation for her…it was an escape.
Ever since she took this job, she had been working endless 80 hour weeks, but it wasn’t such a chore for Chelsea. She had wanted this job for two years and had catapulted up the ranks, the first 29 year old supervisor in the company. It felt great, but unfortunately her & Todd’s sex life had suffered as a result. She had noticed his distant demeanor at times, and there were the occasional squabbles, but she had explained to him that things would ease up once she finished the reorganization she spearheaded.
Today she had been snowed under with employee issues, and the arrival of a beautiful gardenia bouquet made her forget all of that. The card read, “3116 Commerce Drive, Room #926. 8:00. Love you, Todd.” The rest of the day had flown by, and now she was on her way home. She parked in the driveway, went inside, and found in the bedroom an overnight bag already packed, along with her toiletries. Next to the bag, a note. “Meet you there…I have a surprise for you.”
“Hmm…” she thought. “Just wait until he sees what I have for him!”
She turned and walked into the closet, reaching far into the back and pulling out a black garment bag. She unzipped it, threw it on the bed, and began to undress. Off came the uncomfortable shoes, the pants, the button down blouse, and her panties and bra. After a shower, Chelsea laid out the outfit she had been hiding for two months and smiled. She pulled on a lacy black and pink garter belt and rolled black thigh highs up her muscular legs, hooking them to the straps along the front and back of the belt. Last, she put on the matching black and pink corset, cinching her waist and causing her breasts to almost spill over the top. After putting on her sexiest black shoes, she stood in front of the mirror to assess the outfit. The reflection caused her to inhale sharply. The image of herself in this lingerie, her pussy visable due to the absence of panties, her long brown hair spilling down over her shoulders…she knew he was in for a surprise of his own. She giggled in delight, put on sexy pink lipstick and touched up her makeup, spritzed his favorite perfume in all the right locations, and grabbed the bag to head downstairs. Just before stepping out the front door, she put on her long black trenchcoat.
As she approached room 926, the key in her hand, her bag slung over her shoulder, Chelsea felt butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t wait to be with Todd. The half hour drive had given her time to think, and made her incredibly horny. At the door, she stopped, and set her bag on the floor. As quietly as possible, she used her key to open the door to the room, setting her bag in the bottom of the closet just inside the foyer and slipping the room key into her coat pocket. She looked around, expecting to see him, but was pleasantly surprised to see a long hallway blocking the rest of the room from her view. She took a deep breath and slipped off her coat, and laid it on top of her bag and quickly stepped back outside, locking herself out into the hallway before she had a chance to lose her nerve.
Standing in the hotel hallway in just her lingerie and heels, Chelsea felt extremely exposed. What if someone saw her? What would they think of her? Would they assume this successful businesswoman was really just a high-class hooker? She froze, hearing a door close somewhere in the hallway behind her. She heard steps walking down the hallway towards her, and then a pause, as if this person who she could not bear to look at had stopped to appreciate the view. She smiled, enjoying the moment, and knocked on the door to their room, knowing her audience would continue into the elevator at the end of the hall. A moment later, Todd threw open the door. The look on his face was priceless.
“What….what is this?” he said.
She winked at him. “Your entertainment for the weekend,” she said. “Interested?”
His eyes travelled down her body, taking in her bare neck and shoulders; her large, firm breasts and luscious cleavage; her waist; her bare pussy, framed by the garter belt; her legs, sexy as hell in those stockings.
“You do realize, Chelsea, that you look like a complete whore exposing yourself like this in a public hallway.”
“Yes, I do,” she said. “In fact, I already had an audience.”
She could see his jaw clenched; a sure sign that he was quite turned on. She noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off her body. After what seemed like an eternity, his eyes returned to hers.
“And you also realize,” he said, “that I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
She put both hands on his chest and shoved him backwards into the room. Shutting the door behind them with her foot, they continued their passionate kissing, groping, and stumbling down the hall, into the bedroom, and to the edge of the bed. With a growl in her throat, she pushed him roughly onto the bed. He laid there for a moment, panting, looking at her with lust in his eyes. She climbed on top of him, straddling him. She kissed him passionately, as he caressed her bare ass with his hands.
“This is the sexiest outfit yet,” he whispered in her ear. “I sure do have one sexy bitch on my hands.” He knew how it turned her on when he called her names like this.
She started licking and sucking on his ear, she knew it drove him crazy. He tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she kept pulling away, teasing him.
“I’m on top…therefore I’m in charge,” she told him.
She began kissing on his neck, his collarbone, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time and kissing the skin beneath. Once she got down to his waistband, she lingered a bit in her kisses, teasing him. She began to tug on his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up towards him, kissing her lightly beneath her ear, on her neck. She moaned quietly. He turned her face to kiss her. Giggling, she pulled away again.
“I already told you I’m in charge!” she said. Grinning at him, she began to grind on his lap, taunting him.
Todd laid there, swooning in the pleasure of feeling her on his cock, looking up at this sexy woman on top of him. He couldn’t believe how fantastic she looked, or how amazing her body was. He couldn’t stand the way she was messing with him, and at this point, he’d had enough.
“Come here,” he said to her. She shook her head no.
“I said, come here,” he told her. She leaned down slightly, then jerked away and started to get up.
He had played enough. In one swift motion, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to him. “Enough messing around,” he said roughly.
Her reaction was wide-eyed. “Todd? Calm down sweetie, I was just joking with you.”
His hand went up behind her head, grabbing her by her hair. “Stand up facing me,” he said.
She complied. He had never talked to her this way, but…it had her attention.
“Now, be a good little whore and take my clothes off,” he said.
She slipped his shirt off without a word. Next, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, which then dropped to the floor. With a deep breath, she looked down and saw his cock pushing his boxers out away from his body. She slowly slid her fingers into the waistband, tracing circles on his skin. She moved her hands around behind him, grabbing his ass in her hands and squeezing it. She removed his boxers, careful to brush up against him without directly touching it. She started to look up at him smugly, knowing she had stirred the fire within him. But before she could, he slapped her across the face, making her jump. Her hand flew to her face, shocked that he had struck her. While it hadn’t really hurt, she didn’t know what to think of it. While she continued watching him, he got on top of the bed, leaning back against the pillows.
“Come here, slut,” he said to her. “Come show Daddy what a good little girl you are.”
While in their bedroom , he had called her naughty names…she had to admit it had turned her on. But he had never referred to himself as Daddy. She found herself confused, not sure if this was a joke or not.
“Get your ass over here now or I will smack you around some more!” she heard him yell. Scared now, she obeyed. Climbing on the bed, she crawled towards him. His raging hard cock stood at attention. She’d be lying if she said her mouth didn’t water at the sight of it. Giving head was her personal favorite past time. It felt so dirty and wrong, but she knew how much pleasure it gave Todd, and that was enough for her.
When she reached Todd on the bed, he asked her if she wanted to suck his dick. She nodded.
“Tell me,” he said.
“I want to suck your dick,” she softly whispered.
“Then get after it bitch!”
She started teasing, lightly licking his cock from base to tip. She paused, hovering over it, smiling up at him with a wicked grin.
“Suck it,” he ordered her.
Opening her mouth wide, she lowered her head to within an inch of it and gently flicked the tip of her tongue over it, an almost imperceptible move.
“Don’t make me punish you,” he warned her. “You will be punished severely.”
Her response of a grin and a wink put him over the edge. Before she saw it coming, he had a handful of her hair and had yanked her mouth down on him. She pushed back, trying to resist. Unable to free her mouth, guttural squeals came from her throat. The louder she squealed, the deeper and faster he bucked his hips into her face, until he found a rhythm of hitting the back of her throat. After a couple of minutes, he acquiesced and pulled her off of him.
“Figured it out yet?” he demanded. “You are mine. You will do as I say or pay for it!”
Without another word, he began fucking her face again mercilessly. Using her hands, she braced herself against the bed, pushing up against him, angling away. Keeping his fist clenched in her hair, he climbed off the bed, taking her with him. He turned her around to face the wall and shoved her roughly into it. Her reaction was slowed due to sheer disbelief; he’d never been rough with her before, and certainly never manhandled her this way. He got up behind and whispered right into her ear.
“If you so much as move, I will beat welts onto your ass.”
She stayed there, against the wall, breasts heaving, sweat dampening her forehead. Two minutes went by, and he was back behind her again. Grabbing her wrists, he pushed her up against the wall and tied them tightly.
“Let’s see now how much you can fight back,” he snarled.
He pushed her down to her knees, holding his dick with one hand and her head with the other. She refused to open her mouth, so he pressed it against her until she yielded. Reeling in the sheer perversity and emotion of the moment, she swallowed him in, closing her eyes and savoring every taste, every second. He began sliding in and out of her mouth, her saliva wetting him, her tongue dancing over him. Being bound, she remained unable to fight back, but she scraped her teeth over him, anxious to see what reaction it commanded. When he moaned, she tightened her teeth on him, trying to cause him pain for hurting her. However, he just laughed at her.
“Mmmm baby you’re pushing your luck. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He had her up on her feet in a moment. He bent her over the chair, walked in front of the chair, and untied her hands just long enough to tie her to the chair. He walked behind her, and she felt his tongue trace the crack of her ass, slowly down to her pussy. She sighed.
“You wish,” he said.
A few minutes went by. Then, he spoke again.
“Do you have any idea what a filthy whore you look like right now? Legs spread, pussy exposed, ass in the air?”
She heard a sound once, twice, and then she realized what it was; a camera.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she cried.
“Capturing this moment for future use,” he responded. “And, for a few friends.”
“Don’t you dare….”
“You can’t do anything about it. Besides, the boys will love seeing this side of you. Knowing what a slut you are.”
Though she wanted to scream at him, she couldn’t deny how wet she was getting just thinking about being objectified by Todd and his friends. Knowing that, at every social event, they were looking at her and picturing her bare pussy, unbeknownst to their wives and girlfriends.
Then, she felt a cold, hard object tracing her pussy lips. Slowly at first, then with more urgency, it dipped briefly into her pussy, spreading her wetness around. She gasped.
“Like that, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, I do…” she whispered. “What is that?”
He responded by slowly sliding it into her pussy, painstakingly slow. She sighed, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the hard surface inside her. Then, it came out suddenly.
“Please what?” he said.
“Please put it back in me.”
“If I do, you realize that you’re practically begging me to fuck you with an inanimate object. Only a whore would do that.”
“I don’t care,” she whined. “Just do it!”
She jumped when he smacked her on the ass. She knew what it was now; her hairbrush.
“That hurt!” she exclaimed.
Whack, whack. He continued to wail on her ass. Once she got over the initial shock, she started to realize that the pain….felt good. It made her even wetter.
He realized it too. “I’m learning all kinds of things about you tonight. You’re getting off on this shit. Admit it.”
She couldn’t. She didn’t recognize this part of herself. What was wrong with her? Without a word, he left the room, shutting the door behind him. Where was he going? Was he coming back? She stayed there, tied to the chair, for what felt like forever but was actually more like 15 minutes. She heard him come back in the door. He walked up behind her, and blew hot air on her abused, raw ass.
She shivered. He licked her pussy for a moment, before putting a finger on her clit and flicking it lightly. She moaned loudly. After a few minutes of sheer enjoyment, his tongue moved to her asshole, tracking it lightly while he pressed her clit firmly and worked it back and forth. She whimpered, feeling dirty and exposed and…so alive. He squeezed her ass with his hands, making her wince from the pain. He lined the head of his cock up with the entrance to her pussy and slowly, forcefully, pushed into her. She closed her eyes and moaned, feeling every inch of him inside her, squeezing around him. He pulled her cheeks apart, going balls-deep inside. Building a slow, steady rhythm, he fucked her for several minutes before pulling out again. He returned his finger to her clit and his tongue to her asshole. Within minutes, she was screaming, writhing against him, and begging him to fuck her more. She was surprised he hadn’t said a word, but didn’t care.
She felt the cock press against her again, hands tight on her hips, and felt her body and the chair tilt backward. In one smooth, swift motion, she and the chair slammed back down to the floor and his cock slammed fully into her. She gasped, feeling as though he was splitting her open. Furiously, he began fucking her hard, hurting her with every thrust, clawing his fingernails down her back, leaving red scratches in their wake. His balls slammed against her pussy, and she thought for sure he was going to push her right over the chair. As she screamed and he started pumping cum into her, she saw movement off to the side…someone walking around the chair in front of her. As he grunted one last time and went still inside her, a hand pulled her chin upwards to look straight ahead. It was Todd.
“But….what….who???” she stammered.
“Now you really are a whore, moaning and screaming as you get fucked by another man right in front of your boyfriend.”
She began to cry. “I didn’t know! I didn’t know!” she kept repeating.
He laughed cruelly at her. “It wouldn’t have mattered,” he said. “You’re just as guilty as if you had done it willingly. And we both know you were totally into it.”
“What did I do wrong?” she screamed. “I did nothing wrong!”
A second person, walked around in front of her….a complete stranger.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
Todd and the mystery man started to untie her from the chair. Her knees buckled, the circulation started to come back in her legs from standing so long, and she rubbed her wrists, now raw from the rope. The men laid her down on the bed. Weak, she didn’t fight back as they put her arms over her head and started undressing her. Todd looked at her and explained who the mystery man was…a friend from his office. He told her that she was to lie there and accept whatever happened next.
“I don’t want that,” she protested.
“You don’t want what?”
“I don’t want some strange man touching me.”
He laughed, putting his hand around her throat and squeezing it as he turned her head to look at him. “You’re a lying bitch,” he snarled. “You were loving it earlier.”
“But….I didn’t know!”
“You couldn’t tell it wasn’t my cock? You really are a whore. You’re going to lie here while we both violate you until we tire of it. I will beat you more if you fight back. If you were willing to stand out in the hallway in lingerie like a complete tramp, then I know you’re up for this.” He released her and winked at his friend. “Let’s see how far we can push her.”
Todd latched onto a nipple and started to suck and lick it. She felt incredibly self-conscious with this stranger watching her, but had to give into the moment, arching her back and moaning. He followed suit with the other nipple. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. The stranger reached down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit while Todd pushed three fingers into her and began fucking her slowly. It wasn’t long before her moans got louder.
She heard Todd tell the other man, “don’t be afraid to hurt her. I want to see what she can take.”
Almost simultaneously, they both began roughly biting her nipples, while still playing with her pussy. The louder she moaned, the harder they bit, to the point where she just knew they were going to make her bleed. Once she came that way, they took turns slapping her tits and pulling her hair as they forced their cocks down her throat, never cumming, just making her gag and watching her eyes tear up. They threw her in the floor and took turns fucking her on the carpet, making carpet burns along her back and stomach.
The next morning, she woke up in the bedroom floor where they had left her. She could hardly move. She started to cry, curling up into a ball. Todd knelt down next to her.
“Let’s get you up baby,” he whispered. He pulled her to her feet, put her arm around his shoulder, and half-carried her to the bathroom. He drew a hot bath and lowered her gently into the bathtub. As she sat there, he gently washed her hair and rubbed her body with soap and a washcloth. He shaved her legs and got her out of the tub, drying her off, combing her hair. Grabbing her hand, he led her into the bathroom and to the bed. Settling in next to her, he grabbed a bottle of lotion from the nightstand and proceeded to rub her entire body with lotion. She winced and grimaced as he rubbed her sore and tired body. Once complete, he arranged his pillows and laid on his back, studying her. She couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, she was so ashamed of the events of the last 24 hours.
After a silent hour of taking care of her, he smiled at her and held out his arms.
“Come here baby,” he said. “Come curl up with daddy.”
Hesitant, she didn’t move. She looked at him, trying to decide what was going to happen next.
“Come on sweetheart, I won’t hurt you.”
Smiling, she fell into his arms, laying her head on his chest.
“I’m proud of you,” he said. “Are you sore?”
“I hurt all over,” she said.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked.
She nodded. “What did you like about it?” he pressed.
She thought. “It was such a turn-on being used and humiliated, having you watch me with another man, you pushing me to my limits. I hurt all over, but I got so much pleasure from it. I didn’t know I felt like this. How did you know?”
Todd replied, “Just a hunch, sweetheart. Now you realize I own you. I can make you do anything I want, and I think that scares the hell out of you.”
“It does,” she said. “But I trust you completely. It makes me feel safe to know that you control me and that I can do things I wouldn’t have the courage to try on my own.”
He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “You’re daddy’s girl, aren’t you?”
She smiled. “Forever,” she said.
He laid her down onto her back and proceeded to kiss every bruise, every scratch, every red mark on her body, and then spread her legs far apart, licking her thighs and pussy, opening her up to his warm mouth and tonguing her clit. Moving up over her, he very slowly slid into her, kissing her deeply and making sweet love to her. Finally, he pulled out, straddled her face, and watched her beautiful face as she sucked every drop of cum out of his dick and then smiled angelically at him. Their relationship was one-of-a-kind.