Robyn sat at the bar, she was now on her 3rd drink, and that was probably a bit too much, one or two were more her norm.
Then she saw a man out of the corner of her eye, he was much older than Robyn, by 20+ years she would guess, immaculately dressed and confident. To say he walked up to the bar didn't do his movement justice, he strolled with a confidence and calm surety that few men can ever master. Dressed in a royal blue business suit, clean cut and clearly in town for business, he stood out in this bar like a peacock among a flock of geese.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked casually even as he proceeded to slide into it.
Robyn smiled and as she shifted on her stool, her skirt rode up above her knee affording him a view that his eyes took in with a smile on his lips.
“It looks like you are here alone, a situation a woman as beautiful as you should never be in. I'm sure you've noticed every eye in the bar is on you,” he said with a smile that made her pussy twitch.
Robyn shook her head; she hadn't really been paying much attention to any of the other people in the bar. But at his indication she glanced around the bar and she saw that indeed, several eyes were taking her in, both male and female and she felt herself flush with pleasure.
“Are you really that surprised” ...her face and neck began to glow.
“Would you like to enjoy a drink in more...comfortable surroundings where you aren’t being ogled by everyone?”
Robyn nodded in agreement as if she had been hypnotised, why she did not know but she did!
“Let's go,” he said as he stands, taking her hand and pulling her to feet and guides her out of the bar, toward the lift in the hotel she was beguiled by this stranger.
She stood behind him in the lift and inhaled his scent which was light but deeply musky and intoxicating.
Somehow it made her mind think of sex in a way that she could not understand or, at this time control.
He put his key card in and pushed the button once they were in the lift, her eyes widened as she realises the button was to the penthouse!
“The penthouse?” She asked in surprise.
“Yes,” he replied.”
He came closer, pressing her body between him and the back of the elevator. His hand expertly cupped one of her ample breasts which yearned to be free of the bra fabric.
Her body was inflamed, her pussy lips were wet, and her breathing was getting increasingly ragged.
She whispered in his ear ever so softly, “My name is Robyn.”
He whispered back, “Mine is Will,” and he returned to nuzzling her neck.
The doors of the lift opened, and she had no further chance or need to respond.
She looked at herself in the hallway mirror and thought to herself who am I so ready to submit to the will of a man who clearly knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it was no one she knew.
He stepped up directly behind her, slipped a hand under her bra and tweaked a nipple, a touch full of confidence with just a hint of pressure that went beyond tenderness.
Robyn scooted her arse back into Will and felt the pressure of his cock, now fully satisfied in the knowledge he was as excited by her as she was by him.
Keeping his right hand on her breast, his left travelled south, over her belly, then over to her thigh to slide back and to cup her buttocks. He squeezed and lifted simultaneously so that his hard cock was firmly wedged into the crevice of her arse.
She ground herself back into his hardness, amazed at how solid it felt. He moaned encouragingly in her ear and she felt herself flush with pleasure and excitement.
His hand moved from her arse, back to her thigh, sliding up from within the slit of the dress to reach inside and to rub against her panty clad pussy.
It was her turn to moan again as the pressure on her nether lips brought her excitement higher making her shudder and grind like a wanton bitch in heat.
As he increased the pressure, she felt more animalistic and found she liked releasing herself to her passions.
The pressure of his hard cock pressed against her arse as she ground back, with his hand applying pressure to her pussy in front, was, quickly becoming too much for her, and in just a couple of moments she was screaming her passion for anyone to hear as she cum in waves.
Slowly he reduced the pressure on her pussy, but did not release her, allowing her to calm down a little.
Her legs felt weak and she wasn't certain she could walk.
She'd already had an orgasm and she was still dressed and in his hallway!
Breathlessly she turned into him and whispered huskily, “What do you want?”
His reply was even and measured...and completely self-assured, “Everything.”
She replied, “Everything?”
Forcefully, he repeated himself, “Everything.” His eyes locked on hers and under the force of his will her eyes dropped.
She had a rush of adrenaline, no one had ever been so clear with her or lusted after her this way before.
The submissive side of her took over as she kept her eyes lowered her voice quavered with a touch of excited apprehension.
“How may I please you?”
“Get me a drink,” he said, motioning to the bar in the lounge.
As she turned to walk away he gave her a quick slap on the arse. She glanced back with a come on look that even surprised him and brought a smile to his face.
Once at the bar she asked, “Whiskey, sir?”
“Yes, pour one for yourself.” He said this as he joined her at the bar.
“I prefer white wine sir,” she said casually.
He grabbed her arse possessively, pulling her closer to him forcefully “did I ask what you preferred?”
“No, Sir.” she responded meekly.
“I tell you, and you obey.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good, then proceed,” he released his grip and sat in a chair to watch her.
She poured the two drinks and carried them to him, handing one to him and keeping the other.
He motioned her to sit, but with no other chair, she was forced to kneel at his feet, a difficult thing with her tight dress, but after some contorting, she did manage.
He took a sip as she did. Her eyes met his momentarily to see him staring at her, but again under his gaze she was forced to lower her eyes.
The whiskey burned as she drank, (she hated whiskey) but as she finished her drink, he took her glass and set it down with his.
He pulled her up, into a kneeling position. Placing a finger under her chin he lifted her face up so that he could look directly into her eyes and she could not look away from the power and hunger in his eyes.
“Dance,” he said finally, simply as he pushed a button on a remote that started playing sultry music.
Robyn got back to her feet and started to sway and dance to the music, she felt embarrassed and self-conscious, never having been much of a dancer in her own opinion, but as she took note of his avid attention she began to lose some of her nervousness.
“Strip,” he commanded as the song changed.
She stopped dancing and reached behind herself to pull the zipper.
“Did I say to stop dancing?” he asked simply, with his eyebrow raised.
“No, Sir,” she answered and resumed swaying her body as she worked to get the zipper down.
She swayed and moved to the music, working the zipper lower slowly until she could slip the dress off her shoulders. She worked her dress down revealing first her lacy black bra, and then still lower revealing her matching panties, and then she slipped it off completely stepping out, leaving it crumpled on the floor.
Then she turned slowly, so he could admire her bra enclosed breasts as she reached behind herself, unclasping her bra. She let one strap fall and then the other, holding the cups up longer to maintain the suspense and then one slow inch at a time she allowed it to slip down freeing her breasts to sway and bounce with her and the music.
She then began to work her panties down, a half inch down on the right, half an inch on the left, slowly working the sides down, but not enough right away to reveal anything. She turned, presenting her arse for viewing, having noted his particular interest in her arse, and worked the panties free of her arse.
Robyn heard a gratifying intake of breath of pleasure coming from him. She bent over all the way, leaving her arse high in the air, and she pushed the panties down her legs, and then stepped out of them.
She turned slowly, still swaying so he could see her pussy, and then the music changed. It was Shakira, “The Hips Don't Lie”, a song she'd always found exciting and easy to move to.
She shimmied to the music, her hips swaying and the words moving deep inside of her, like a lover fucking her deeply into her very soul.
She felt her body respond even as if she were being taken by the song, and it was reflected in her dance moves as they slowed and became even more sensual, more erotic.
“The hips don't lie...” Her dance was one of yearning, for enticing her Sir, begging him to use her as she wanted/needed to be used.
Robyn’s skin glowed in the light from the fireplace, her eyes half closed, even as her hands slid over her own body, twisting her own nipples, and slipping a finger between her moist slit.
He stood up, as that song came to a close, and in the pause between songs, “Undo my shirt and my belt,” he commanded her.
She opened her eyes and danced toward him, not stopping as she had remembered his stern voice earlier.
She came close and teased as she unbuttoned his shirt, still swaying to the music. It was now just a background music for what was about to come.
She ran her nails over his chest, then slipped them down his to his waist so she could undo his belt.
She rubbed her breasts against him, moaning softly as her sensitive nipples hardened against his skin.
He broke off contact and she emitted a quiet whimper, her body yearned for more, and he knew it just as much as she did.
“On your knees.”
She knelt, still swaying best as she was able from this position.
“Open my trousers and show me how you can please my cock.”
She unzipped his fly, reached inside and freed his cock as it bounced in front of her face, and then his balls beneath his proud member.
“Prove your worthiness,” he said simply, smiling down at her.
She grasped the shaft and licked the head she wanted nothing more than to please both him and it as she toyed with the rim between the shaft and head teasing him.
He arched his back to prevent his knees from buckling and while she wanted to tease him more she found her newly awakened hunger for the cock driving her to take more of him between her lips.
She splayed her legs for balance, but the sight was enticing as he looked down at her.
She looked up at him and he stared deeply into her eyes. He loved the look of complete submission on her face even as she was excited by the complete command in his eyes.
“Tell me what you are,” he said sternly.
“I am yours Sir.” she says innocently, barely getting the words around his cock, still sliding between her lips.
As she said that he guided his foot forward and positioned it against her gaping pussy. She couldn't resist the temptation and rubbed her pussy against his foot, moaning around his cock as her pussy pulsed with pleasure.
At that he withdrew his cock from between her lips, and pulled back his foot, making her whimper in undisguised want and disappointment. That whimper became a gasp of surprise as he spun her on her knees and with his hand to the back of her head forced her face down into the carpet.
“Then I will take you, with your arse up and head down like it should be.”
As he positioned her and told her this, she was facing the mirror and looking at herself. She moaned again in rising excitement.
“Yes sir, please fuck me sir, she intimated in a little lost girl voice!”
Robyn had never felt so slutty, so dominated, so sexy and lusted after, her pussy was dripping wet, and hungry for his cock, she wanted to be taken so badly and whimpered with her need.
Her face was in the carpet and she was so low her nipples scraped against the carpet sending shivers throughout her over aroused body, her every nerve burning with excitement and need.
She saw him crouching behind her as she felt his cock tease her pussy lips. He rubbed the head of his manhood against her soft pussy folds with short thrusts that only hinted at penetration and gave a sense of restrained power.
The teasing made her moan, and squirm as she tried to push herself back onto his cock, but he held it back teasing her, and smacking her arse for her insolence, while smiling at her wanton need.
“What do you want?” he asked, still calm and in control, and even if she couldn't see his face in the mirror, she could hear the smile in his voice.
He knew his control was complete and that she was more than ready to please him.
“Your cock Sir!” Robyn exclaimed as she shamelessly begged, “I want you to fuck my pussy please Sir.”
As she said “Sir” he plunged his cock into her with a force that ground her into the floor.
Had she not been so wet, his cock would have torn her, as it was it filled and stretched her pussy and made her moan with pure lust.
His deep and steady thrusts sent her face into the carpet, the hurt was so delicious, and intensified the pleasure.
He reached under her and palmed her breasts rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger further adding to the combination of pain and pleasure.
It served to make her more wanton, to be his willing and shameless bitch.
“Harder sir, please fuck me harder I beg of you.”
The long litany of pleas and words just poured from her lips as she rocked her body back to meet his powerful thrusts.
Her pussy pulsed and squeeze around his delicious cock.
Each time he rammed his way into her she felt her whole-body shiver and another wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her threatening to drown her in a never-ending sea of orgasms.
He continued the fucking even as she was beginning to feel weak, her moans were mere whimpers as she felt her body being totally and utterly used by this man.
Then in a final act of domination he grabbed her long blonde hair and yanked it pulling her head back.
“Look at your Sir as he fucks you.”
She looked back and lusted like she never had before.
Then he slammed himself deep into her a final time and unleashed his cum into her aching pussy.
He held her there, one hand holding her hip, keeping his cock deep in her pussy, the other holding her hair so he could stare into her eyes.
Finally, he released her, and she collapsed, sliding forward on the floor, rubbing her breasts against the carpet, giving her another hit of pain that made her body shiver with pleasure.
He took a step back, and then he ran his foot against her pussy causing her to moan weakly as it brought more pleasure to her.
“I suppose you think we are done.”
He stepped back and sat back in his chair. “You would be wrong, now come clean your sir.”
She obediently got back up onto her knees and crawled to him. She took his cock in her hands again and began to gently lick it clean.
She wasn't used to her own taste, but she liked it, and despite her physical weariness she eagerly took to licking every inch of his cock, clean. Then she worked lower and began to bathe is balls with her tongue.
She was being rewarded for her effort as his cock began to rise again, he moaned in surprise and pleasure and with a hand to the back of her head he pulled her mouth close to his crotch.
Robyn took that as encouragement and continued licking and sucking his balls in turn, and then moving her lips and tongue back to his cock.
“What a wonderful young woman you are,” he said smiling down at her, and she smiled with pleasure and the cock in her mouth.
“Thank you, Sir do I please you Sir?”
“I have a treat for you, get up come with me,” he said as he rose to his feet, and taking her hand he led her to the sliding door that led outside to the balcony.
He had her step out in front of him, and then he pushed her gently against the rail, her breasts dangling over the railing into the night air and she could see the street below. Her body shivered from the cool air and the thought that she might be seen up here both frightened and excited her.
One of his arms encircled her, forearm on her near breast and hand cupping the other breast, his other arm was draped across her waist and cupped her mound.
He whispered, “you are mine.”
Robyn replied meekly and shyly with a breathless voice, “yes Sir.”
She turned into him feeling the warmth of his chest and the cold railing on her arse. “I’ve done things tonight I would have never dreamed of doing before, I had no idea what to expect when I met you in the bar.”
He replied, “do you regret it?” “Oh no Sir,” she replied, “I found feelings in myself I only fantasise about. did I please you sir?”
“Oh yes Robyn,” he says as his hands cup Robyn’s arse bringing her closer, “better than I could have imagined.”
Robyn smiled, she leaned into him and whispered, “thank you for arranging our date Sir, I have been such a naughty girl, I think I may need to be corrected Sir.”
With that, he pulls Robyn back into the room and closes the balcony door, she is already bent over, hands on the coffee table, legs akin and rase waiting, this was going to be a long and very dirty night she thought.
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