THIS IS AN UNEDITED FIRST DRAFT OF MY UPCOMING BOOK. THERE MAY BE ERRORS.
The closet door flung open and banged loudly against the wall, scaring me to death and bombarding me with light. Immediately after the door opened the TV was turned on and it was loud. I was scared and confused.
I hate mornings. I usually need to lay in bed for a good fifteen minutes before I even move, and I can lay in bed for almost an hour before I actually get myself out of bed. Once my feet touch the floor I go right to my coffee maker and brew a few cups before doing anything else. Most people don’t go to a local coffee shop because they can’t afford it. Not me, I’m just afraid I might kill someone before I actually have the cup of coffee placed in my hands. I need my caffeine and I need it right away.
I was trying to shield my eyes from the blinding light and figure out where I was and why I was so fucking cold.
Jennifer quickly reached into the closet and grabbed me by the hair and I immediately remembered where I was and who I was with. I got on my hands and knees and Jennifer slowly led me to the bathroom. I couldn’t see where David was because Jennifer was on my right, blocking my view of the room.
I blinked a few more times to get my eyes to adjust to the lights while my hands and sore knees crawled past the warm carpet of the room and onto the hard, cold tile in the bathroom. I looked down when I heard the clicking of high heels against tile, realizing Jennifer was already dressed and wearing beautiful high heels. I remember looking down and thinking I really like those shoes, which is a very odd thing to think about when someone is leading you by the hair into a bright bathroom while you are completely naked and her husband’s cum has crusted all over your inner thighs.
“You have three minutes to pee,” she said as she let me go.
She walked out of the bathroom and left the door wide open. I turned and started to close the door and she quickly appeared and slammed the door open. It startled me and I jumped.
“Don’t touch the door, slut,” she said sternly.
Oh fuck you, bitch! I’ll rip your head off if I don’t get some coff-
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Wow. Where did that come from? I had never called anyone ‘Ma’am’ before, especially someone that was my age. Maybe it was due to the lack of sleep and all the confusion. Maybe not.
Even the possibility of someone opening the door while you use the restroom makes you uneasy as you pee, but having the door wide open was, unnerving. But I had to pee extremely bad so I crawled over to the toilet, got up off my hands and knees, and then sat down and started to pee. I think that is what Amanda was waiting for. As soon as she could hear my stream she walked into the restroom, her heels tapping the floor loudly. I quickly looked down, hoping he wouldn’t watch me. If she did, I would probably stop peeing and I didn’t think my bladder could stand it.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her grab a facecloth and then she went to the sink and started to run the hot water. She passed the facecloth back and forth under the water for a few moments, and as I finished, she turned toward me.
It was bad enough to pee in front of her but the thought of wiping myself in front of her was extra humiliating for some reason so I just sat there for a moment, wondering what I should do. She started to tap her foot.
“Hurry up, you only have fifteen seconds,” she said impatiently as she looked at her watch.
Inexplicably, having some random time limit gave me some reserved courage, so I quickly wiped myself, stood up, turned and flushed. I still couldn’t make eye contact so I continued to stare at the floor, but I definitely could feel myself blushing. I wasn’t sure if I should stand or get back on my knees so I paused for a moment standing there awkwardly and then started to go down to my knees.
“Stand up and come here,” Jennifer demanded.
I walked over to the sink.
“Turn and wash,” she said.
I turned and looked at myself in the mirror.
Holy shit!
I was horrified! I suddenly realized that I had not seen myself in the mirror since yesterday morning, and I looked disgusting. My mascara had run down my face, probably from gagging on David’s cock, my lipstick was smeared all over my lips, and my hair could only be described as bed head mixed with sex head. Most of the homeless people that spend their time on the streets of Los Angeles looked better than I did! I couldn’t wait to wash all my makeup off. It would be better than looking like a clown.
“You’re only allowed to wash your hands,” said Jennifer.
Are you fucking kidding me?!?
“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied.
I turned on the warm water and began to wash my hands, trying to avoid looking at my hideous image in the mirror. I wondered how long I had looked like that, and wondered why they didn’t tell me! Whatever fleeting glimpses of self-confidence I had left were destroyed by that image in the mirror. While she was always very sweet, it was as if Jennifer was trying to put me in my place, or keep me beneath her somehow. So far this morning it was working.
Feeling the warm water also reminded me of how cold I was. The warm water cascading over my cold hands gave me the chills. Jennifer noticed and she softly rubbed the back of her hand down my arm to feel my goose bumps. She then softly tapped the nipple on my left breast, bringing attention to how hard it was. She then turned off the warm water.
I had finished washing my hands but I was using the water for warmth and she finally noticed. Jennifer held a towel out for me. I took it from her, dried my hands and then passed it back to her. I avoided eye contact as much as possible, focusing on the sink or the floor.
“Place your hands on the sink and spread your legs,” she said sternly.
I did as she requested.
“Spread your legs more,” she ordered.
I did just so.
Jennifer ran the facecloth under the warm water again and then rubbed some soap on the facecloth. I suddenly realized what she was about to do and once again I became horribly embarrassed. If you’ve never had a grown woman wash your pee covered, crusty cum covered pussy, try it one day and you’ll know how I felt.
From behind, Jennifer placed her left hand on my left shoulder, and with the facecloth covering her right hand, she began to wash and wipe off my pussy and ass. I was so conflicted. The warmth of the facecloth felt wonderful considering I was still freezing from sleeping on the closet floor with no covers last night, but it was soul crushing to have a woman wash me like this. Sure, we all know someone will have to do it for us when we are 87 years old, but not when we are 27 years old.
Jennifer squatted down and placed her hand on my waist. She even squatted down in a ladylike fashion. She was so good at exposing me and making me feel humiliated, and yet at the same time she was careful not to expose herself.
Wonderful. Now she wants a close up of my disgusting, filthy body.
However, she only seemed to care about cleaning my pussy and ass. I know she must have seen her husband’s cum that was crusted on my inner thighs because, I could easily see it when I glanced in the mirror, but Jennifer seemed to carefully avoid it.
She finished and stood up, and then rinsed out the facecloth and tossed it into the bin designated for dirty towels.
“Back on your knees, slut.”
I paused. I was finally waking up and after being humiliated like this, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep doing this. David wasn’t mine and I wouldn’t have the possibility of him ever becoming mine. While last night was very sexy and erotic, my self-confidence had been destroyed when I realized I looked like a disgusting mess and. I felt ugly and humiliated. I wanted to shower and make myself beautiful again, and go into work where everyone respects me and calls me Miss or Ms. Abrams.
“On your knees, slut!” Jennifer said more forcefully.
I turned to face her and I slowly looked up at Jennifer. She must have seen the embarrassment and humiliation in my eyes because she stepped forward and pulled me close to her, and he hugged me tightly. Her warmth was comforting and very much appreciated.
She whispered, “I know this is hard. I just want you to know that I think you look beautiful. I promise you will leave feeling amazing.”
She was a fantastic liar. I nodded, placed my hands on her hips, and gave her a mini-hug in return. I didn’t want to cross my invisible boundaries but I wanted her to know how much I appreciated her affection.
As soon as she released me from her hug, her left hand slid up my back and she grabbed at handful of my hair and then slowly pushed my head down until I knelt on the floor. I got on all fours and she once again started to pull me toward the door and lead my out of the room by my hair. I crawled next to her and she led me into room and up to the big king sized bed. Jennifer let go of me and pulled the beautifully arranged comforter, blanket, and top sheet off the bed and threw them into the corner.
“Climb up slut,” she said.
I obeyed and climbed up on the bed, the cold sheet actually felt good to my sore knees. Jennifer then spent the next few moments positioning me. Her warm hands guided me back and to the left so that I was diagonal on the bed with my feet hanging just over the edge. Basically my pussy and ass were facing the hallway that led to the hotel room door.
She then carefully placed both arms next to my sides, and pushed my face down until it was against the cool sheet, facing the window. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but it wasn’t painful either. I was ass up, face down, with my pussy facing the door. Oh how wonderful for me.
The blinds were wide open and thankfully the morning sun was on the other side of the building, but the light was still uncomfortable to my eyes. I looked around as much as I could but I did not see David anywhere. I knew I heard him before I went into the restroom, but I couldn’t see or hear him now. I did notice a few people looking out of their windows in the hotel across from us and I wondered if they could see into the room.
“Amanda, David wants to see you in ropes so I will be tying you up,” Jennifer said.
Wait a minute! You’re going to do what?!?
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Jennifer slowly wrapped the rope around my right ankle, and then around my right arm, binding them together. Her movements were slow and deliberate being sure to neatly wrap the rope around my arm and leg in multiple loops. She wrapped it tight, but not overly so. I was confined but not in any pain.
Jennifer touched my naked skin reassuringly as the rope was draped over my back and she slowly started to wrap it around my left arm and leg, working her way down to my ankle. She finished by typing a knot in the rope near my left foot.
She then leaned over and kissed my back and hips softly. Her warm soft lips felt wonderful.
Jennifer then walked over the desk, picked up a marker, and then walked back behind me. There was a ‘pop’ when she pulled off the cap, and then she wrote something on my left ass cheek. I was so shocked that she was actually writing on me that I didn’t even pay attention to what she was writing. By the time I tried to pay attention to what she was doing, I couldn’t make out what the words were. She paused and then wrote something on my right ass cheek.
Jennifer then walked around the bed and leaned over and kissed me softly on the cheek, her long brunette hair softly caressing my face. She walked over to the desk, tossed the marker on the desk, grabbed her purse, and with a spring in her step walked behind me and out of my view.
BLAM! The heavy door of the hotel room closed behind her.
“Hello?…David?…Jennifer?”
What the fuck is going on? Where did they go? They just tied me up and left me?!?
I wiggled a little and realized I could probably escape if I needed to. That was only slightly comforting under the circumstances. At least their luggage was still in the room so I could safely assume they were going to come back…but when?
As the minutes passed, even with their luggage in the room I was becoming more worried that they were just going to leave me here like this. I started looking around for any evidence of my clothes. Even if I did get out of the ropes, I’m not sure I had anything to wear if I wanted to leave the hotel. Even if I did leave, I don’t know if I wanted to be seen in public like this, and it would take me at least thirty minutes to get cleaned up. Would then come back as I was leaving?
I wasn’t being held against my will, so why was I worried if they were coming back or not? David was willing to have me take him back to the airport yesterday and call the whole thing off if I requested it. I could stop all of this whenever I wanted and I had plenty of opportunities to leave in the last twenty-four hours, but something deep inside me just wouldn’t let me leave. Even though this was all so foreign to me, I was becoming comfortable being uncomfortable. While I crave order and organization every minute of the day, being so out of control was…refreshing and enjoyable.
I’m the type of person that hates surprises. I want to be prepared for anything and everything. It is just how my mind works, but ever new surprise with David and Jenn, pardon me, Jennifer, was exciting and inspiring.
As I laid on the bed waiting for the minutes to pass, I began to think of the day before. I thought of how hot David’s cock was in my mouth. I relived the feeling of him entering me while Jennifer’s warm, soft skin rubbed softly against mine. I remembered how intoxicated I was when I licked Jennifer’s creamy pussy, and I could clearly imagine how she tasted and smelled. I was making myself wet just thinking about it, and I supposed it was all those things that made me want to stay.
I’ll just wait until they return and I’ll see what they want to do with me. If I don’t like-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Uh…you two tied me up, how can I go open the door?
The door opened and I heard the rattle of a cart.
“Room…”
The young man’s voice just stopped. I could feel his eyes staring at me.
“Service,” he finally said after a very long pause.
He pulled the cart inside and the door slammed shut.
You’re on the wrong side of the door, asshole!
“Are…are you OK?”
His voice was that of a young man. I couldn’t see him because he was standing directly behind me.
“Yes, I’m fine. You can go,” I said as my voice wavered.
Get the fuck out!
“Do you want me to untie you?” he said with a voice that cracked. He moved to his right, and craned his neck so he could see my face.
I looked back and saw a young man who was probably only 19. He was a few pounds overweight and his uniform was too large to cover his for his frame. He looked terrified and excited all at the same time. His eyes were trying so hard to stay on mine, but he kept glancing at my naked pussy. It was if I was the first woman he had ever seen naked. It was actually kind of cute to watch him. I paused and took a deep breath.
“No, I don’t need to be untied. I’m waiting for a friend,” I said softly.
He still wouldn’t move. The innocence in his eyes removed all fear from mine and I knew I had nothing to fear. Now that the adrenaline from his arrival was subsiding, I could finally think clearly. It was rather strange, but in an an instant I went from feeling complete fear and panic to empowered. I know that sounds bizarre, but I suddenly felt like I was the one that was in control. His innocence would allow me to dictate what was about to happen.
“Actually, can you do me a favor?” I said as seductively as I could, “Can you please scratch my nose?”
I lied. My nose didn’t itch.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes, I can’t reach it with my hands…as you can see.”
The young man moved slowly toward the bed, and then he reached out apprehensively, his hand extending toward my face. Softly and tenderly scratched my nose. It was so sweet how kind he was being. At the same time it was odd how wet I was already getting. I didn’t know this person and he was looking at me in this vulnerable position, completely naked, but I really liked it.
His eyes went all the way up and down my body, and I noticed the growing bulge in his pants. He started to move away so I said, “Can you do me one more favor?” almost whispering.
He nodded slowly, even though his mouth was agape.
“My friend wrote something on my ass. Can you please read it to me?”
“It says ‘Cum Slut’,” he said loudly without moving. I’m sure it will be engraved in his memory forever.
“I think you should go take a second look, just to make sure.”
I lied. I just wanted him to look at my ass and pussy again.
He slowly shuffled to his left, his eyes never leaving my skin. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him lean forward a little.
“It…it says ‘Cum Slut’.
Now it was time to play the game. “What is your name?” I asked softly.
“C-Carlos,” he managed to get out after clearing his throat.
“Carlos, have you ever had a girlfriend?”
His eyes never left my body as he shook his head no. I enjoyed having his eyes on me. Even though I looked like a train wreck, somehow he was making me feel…sexy.
You’re so adorable. Let me see how far you’ll go.
“Carlos, I need you to do me another favor,” I said as I tried to pout, “can you please rub my hip? It is really sore from being in this position.”
I lied. It didn’t hurt at all.
His hand slowly reached out and he touched my hip for maybe a second, and then pulled his hand back.
“Can you rub it longer? It really hurts.”
He reached out again and softly started to rub my hip. It actually felt quite nice. His hand was warm and soft. He was being so tender, as if he was worried he would break me. I watched his crotch as he was touching me and I could see his cock pressing against his pants as hard as it could.
“Harder,” I instructed in the most sensual tone possible.
His hand started to rub me harder, and I peeked over my shoulder. His eyes were staring straight down at my pussy. It was like his eyes were attached to me. When I would move, he wouldn’t break his gaze, he just kept staring at me. I have to admit, I really liked the attention. It was also kind of hot how hard he was. For being a little overweight his cock looked rather long.
“That feels so good,” I said as I let out a moan.
I hid my face as I smiled. While what he was doing did feel nice, I had to laugh at myself for sounding like a bad porno actress. I fought the urge to giggle at how silly I sounded. At the same time, this was probably a fantasy come true for Carlos, so I decided to ease up a bit on the porno and just relax and give it my all.
I let him massage my hip for a few moments, letting out soft moans and pushing back toward him. His hand slowly started to move down my ass. It actually felt nice…and it made me miss David.
David and Jennifer! They would be returning soon and I had no idea how they would feel about having a young man in their room. I’m sure I would be punished, I just wasn’t sure how severely I would be punished. The worst punishment I could imagine would involve David and Jennifer kicking me out of the room and never seeing them again and I didn’t want that to happen. I knew I needed to speed Carlos up so he would be gone before they returned.
“Carlos?”
“Huh,” he uttered. I could tell his brain had already been switched off.
“It’s not fair that you can see my hot, wet pussy, but I can’t see your hard, hot cock. Will you show it to me?”
He hesitated for a moment, and then with one hand he started to unzip his pants. I think he was worried that he wouldn’t get the chance to touch me again if he let go, so he was going to figure out how to get his pants down with one hand so he wouldn’t have to let go of my ass. After a little struggle he managed to unzip his pants and he pulled out his erect dick.
It was almost as long as David’s but not as thick. Although he was younger than David. Does that even matter? I’m not exactly sure if a cock grows over time like other body parts. Anyway, he stood there with his rock hard cock out and kept rubbing my ass.
“Stroke it for me,” I said softly.
He started to stroke it softly. He kept pausing and letting out large exhales through his puckered lips. It was obvious that he was fighting the urge to cum.
“I want to hold it. Can you put it in my hand?” I asked.
I didn’t lie. I really wanted to hold it. I was wet and my clit was starting to throb. I want to feel his hot flesh in my hand and I wanted him to feel what it was like to have his cock touch a woman’s soft skin.
He nodded slowly and then lowered his hips. His left hand never left my hip. He placed his right hand on the bed to balance himself and he carefully got into position. I know it had to be an awkward position with my arm tied to my leg like that. I’m always amazed how flexible men become when they want their cocks satisfied.
I had to readjust to move my foot out of the way as much as possible, but then I felt his hot cock on the palm of my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his hard, hot shaft, but not too tight. I wanted him to enjoy it for a little while before he exploded. If I grabbed him too tightly I knew he would cum instantly.
He didn’t move. He just closed his eyes and breathed heavily, his breath quivering.
“Fuck my hand,” I whispered.
He slowly started to move his hips and I could feel his cock slide back and forth in my hand.
I cannot lie. I was very turned on. My pussy was very wet and I was no longer acting. I really enjoyed the heat from his hand, his cock, and his body as he leaned against me. I really enjoyed helping him live out a fantasy. I really enjoyed giving him something special.
“I want you to cum all over my beautiful round ass, so when you get close, you tell me, OK?”
He nodded and started to thrust faster and my grip tightened around his shaft. He started to whisper his groans. It was cute that he was still worried about getting caught. I felt his cock start to swell and I knew it wouldn’t be too much longer. Two more thrusts was all it took.
“I’m gonna cum!” he whispered.
I wasn’t surprised with how quickly he needed to explode.
“Cum all over my ass!” I said loudly as I let go of his dick.
He stood up as quickly as he could and grabbed his hard dick and started to stroke it hard and fast. I craned my neck so I could watch. I saw the head of his cock get huge and I waited…
His eyes closed and he groaned and his whole body tightened as he leaned forward over a little, every muscle trying to hold back his cum. A few more strokes and his cum shot all over my back. I was so turned on by how much and how far I was able to make him cum.
With every whispered groan, more cum shot out of his cock and spilled out over my lower back and ass. I watched in silence as his whole body went limp as I felt the last few drops shoot from the tip of his cock. I felt him press down hard against my left hip as he tried to balance himself. I let him catch his breath for a moment.
I will not lie. That was fucking hot!
Now I really wanted David to come back quickly. I was done playing with this “boy” as I had accomplished what I wanted. I took control and I made him cum. I did it even though I was confined and restrained, and it was fucking awesome. Now I wanted a “man” to fuck me deep and hard.
I had to stop writing for a few minutes. Just thinking about what I made that boy do was so hot that I had to grab my vibe and fuck myself hard. It still turns me on, weeks after it actually happened. Wow. The orgasms are still so intense when I think about his hot cum on my back. Now that I had an orgasm I can think again…almost. Now where was I?
Now I wanted to be manhandled and fucked hard.
“Carlos, that was so fucking hot. You were a good boy for giving your cum to the Cum Slut. Now go in the bathroom and get the face cloth that is in the bin. It should still be wet. Then come back and clean me off so my friend doesn’t know you were here. I want this to be our little secret.”
OK, I admit it was a little cliche but I needed him to hurry up and I needed him to keep his mouth shut about what we had just done.
He stumbled into the bathroom, still trying to get his bearings. I heard him rummage around and he came back out and he began wiping his cum off of my back. The face cloth was now cold and it made me jump when he touched me with it. The cold actually felt refreshing to my burning hot skin.
It took him a while to clean off all his cum which, in a way, I was proud that I had made him cum that much. I was glad I was able to give him so much of a release. Once he was done he ran back into the bathroom. I heard him fumbling around and then he came back out, fully dressed, the bulge in his pants still visible, but much, much smaller than before. He was moving at the speed of light now. As clarity came back to him, he realized he was at work and had a job to do.
“Um…where should I leave your food?” He asked quickly.
I looked behind me and smiled. “On the desk please.”
He moved quickly, which caused him to nearly spill the whole tray. He placed the tray down, turned, and took in one final look at me. He was soaking me into his memory, and I loved that feeling. I let him look as long as he wanted to.
“Can I ask for a favor now?” Carlos finally asked.
“Of course you can.”
“Can I um…can I touch your…um…I’ve never touched a girl and um…” he pointed shyly at my pussy.
“Yes, you can touch my pussy.”
He walked behind me and I felt his soft fingertips softly touch my pussy lips. It made me tingle from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I then felt all of his fingers exploring me. I was stealing his innocence…and I fucking loved it.
He slid one finger in between my pussy lips, and my toes started to curl. If he had had any experience and knew where my clit was, I would have immediately had an orgasm, but unfortunately he had no clue where it was.
“Wow. You’re so wet,” he whispered.
I’m not going to lie. I was soaked.
I could only moan as he touched me.
DING!
The elevator stopped on our floor and the ding could be heard through the thick hotel door.
“Oh shit! I have to go!” Carlos said as the sound scared him half to death. He pushed the cart toward the door, but stopped and walked back far enough into the room so he could see my face.
“Thank you. You’re a really pretty lady and I will never, ever forget you.”
He ran back to the door, opened it, pushed the cart into the hallway, and let the heavy door slam behind him.
Being forever emblazoned on the mind of a young man is very, very erotic.
I wanted our David and I wanted him right now!