Written by by Leesa (email@example.com) (December 2000)
After the door closed behind me, I found myself alone in the hallway, wearing a formal black evening dress, hands restrained my handcuffs behind my back, the key in a plastic container inside of my vagina, a butt plug in my arse, and my arse aching from the spanking I endured during the last hour or two. My mind began to race.
I did not want to knock on the door to my room, because the couple who did this were still in my room. But how could I go down the hall, knocking on doors, asking for help. If someone would help me, at the very least, they would have to pull down my panties and pull the container out of my vagina.
I do not even feel comfortable when getting a Pap smear. I walked up and down the hall, thinking about my predicament. I did not hear any noise from most of the rooms, which is not surprising, since it was after midnight on a weeknight. I walked up and down the hall, looking for a bathroom. I thought I would be able to try and free myself by myself if I had a secluded place to do it. I could not believe a luxury hotel did not have a public bathroom on the floor.
There was a cubby hole with two vending machines and an ice machine, and my heart quickened at the thought of me trying to dig in my vagina at such a public place. Since my hands were behind my back, I knew that the first thing I needed to do is loop my hands around so that my hands would be in front of me.
With that done, I could try to free myself.
There were two things working against me: I had a dress on, which limited movement, and my ass hurt, from the butt plug and the spanking. I was not sure if I could stand the pain if I was trying to pass my hands under my legs on the floor. While I was thinking this over, I heard a door open and close. I hid in the corner of the cubby hole, hoping that the person was going to the elevator. I heard the elevator bell sound, and I was a bit relieved.
I tested bending over, and the butt plug really hurt. I was not sure that I could get out of this situation. Another door opened and closed. I waited, and after a moment, Ross appeared with the ice bucket from my room.
His eyes widened when he saw me. "Find anyone to help you yet?" asked Ross.
"No, I have not. Please help me get out of this."
"Kiss me," Ross demanded.
With that, Ross planted a hard, passionate kiss on my lips.
We exchanged tongues, kissing for several minutes, his hands tracing my body, touching my breasts, my legs, my arse.
We parted lips, and Ross explained, "If my wife finds out I helped you, she will spank me raw. She is really pissed at you, and she wants you to suffer."
With that, Ross filled up the ice bucket, then grinned at me. He removed two ice cubes and placed one in each of my bra cups. In an instant my nipples were frozen bullets, and shortly, my whole body was cold.
Ross swatted me on my arse and left. I could not believe my luck. With my body heat, the ice began melting, feeling even colder as it melted. My dress quickly absorbed the ice water, and I again thought of freeing myself.
I decided that I would have to ask the desk staff if they could help me. I walked from the vending area towards the elevator. Along the way, I passed one door with music on loud enough for me to hear from the hallway.
I put my back to the door and knocked on the door, turning around quickly. The synthetic music quickly was turned off, and in a moment, a young man answered the door.
He had a robe on, and his breathing was a little elevated. My first thought was that I was interrupting him making love to his bride.
"I am sorry, wrong door," I said.
"Are you okay," he asked. His voice was soothing and warm.
"No, but it is late. I should not impose," I answered.
"Come on in," he said. As I entered the hotel room, I noticed a washcloth on the floor in front of the television and the television was off.
The remote control was near the washcloth. Now this makes sense, he was watching a porno film.
"I really should be going," I stammered. The man noticed my hands behind my back. "Hiding something," he inquired.
"Just a hand towel," I lied.
"Okay, I understand," said he, "just close the door on your way out."
I could not open the door, let alone close it. I told him that as a prank, my boyfriend had cuffed me. He told me that he did not have any experience picking locks and he had no tools in the room to help me.
"Actually," I admitted, "I have the key." I took a deep breath, then continued, "He placed it inside of me, inside my vagina. Will you retrieve it for me?"
He turned almost white at that last request. He shook his head yes, and I timidly sat on the edge of his bed.
"Please be professional about this," I requested.
He blew his breath into his hands, saying "Sorry my hands are so cold."
With that, he pulled up my dress and down my panties. He stared at my crotch area a little longer than he had to, and then he said, "Here goes nothing."
He inserted a finger inside of my vagina, and I could swear he pushed the container further into me. He took two fingers, and softly grabbed the container.
He started pulling it out slowly, and then his fingers slipped, my vagina sucking it back into me almost as far as he had initially pushed it.
"Hold on," I said, as I got further on the bed, spreading my legs apart and feeling the butt plug press against me.
"Is this a better angle?"
"Sure," he said.
"You are really slippery down there, and it is hard for my fingers to grab the container. It is buried deep inside of you."
"Wipe me off, first," I suggested, knowing that his washcloth was within reach.
All of a sudden, I could feel his mouth on my vagina, sucking at it. I did not know how old he was, but he could not have been too experienced.
He then reinserted his fingers and pulled out the container. It hurt a little. He then began licking me again.
I knew if I totally rebuffed him, I was in no position to assert myself. Furthermore, I was now laying on the handcuffs, and I was very uncomfortable.
I interrupted, "Sport, although I really am enjoying this attention, you should know that the fluid is my boyfriend's semen, not my own juices.
If you uncuff me, I will give you a blow job for your troubles."
He spat out whatever he had in his mouth and agreed to my proposal. He took the keys out of the container and quickly uncuffed me.
I knew that my dress needed dry-cleaning, if it was not ruined because of the water, but I took off the dress anyway.
He had already been at my vagina, seeing my breasts was no big deal now anyway. The young man quickly removed his robe, and he had nothing on underneath. Unless you count his hard on.
I asked him to lie down on the bed, and I turned on the TV before I got on the bed myself. Sure enough, porn filled the room.
"You have been a bad boy," I said before I kissed him on his penis after first inspecting it for any growths.
Then something happened. The phone rang, and I muted the television.
The young man answered the phone and started talking to someone, calling her dear. He closed his robe, so I figured it was his wife. He placed his index finger over his lips, warning me to be quiet. I placed my index finger over my grinning mouth, and I opened his robe up, exposing a hard penis.
I started licking his penis, and I noticed his voice went up an octave, before he coughed, excusing himself to his wife. He was conversing with her, obviously he was on a business trip like myself. I continued to glide my tongue over his penis, paying particular attention to the ridge below his penis cap.
He listened more than talked. I was paying complete attention to his penis, although I heard him say that he could talk with her for hours. He wanted me to give him a blow job while he was on the phone. I encircled his penis with my lips, and I began silently moving up and down.
He covered the mouthpiece, and I continued. I could taste a small amount of precum which leaked from his penis, and I continued. My hair was falling over my face, and I believe it was tickling his legs because he placed one hand over one of his legs. I continued to move my head up and down, being careful not to be too loud. I played with his lovely cap with my tongue each time I moved my hear upward.
"What happened next," he said to his wife, and I continued to suck his penis, it getting harder and larger. He was covering the mouthpiece and biting his hand, trying not to say anything. He placed his hand on my head, wanting me to stop because of his wife. I simply used my tongue to continue the oral stimulation.
Then it happened. He spewed all over the inside of my mouth, some of the semen dripping onto his robe and my face. He hung up the phone with his thumb as he came, not saying goodbye or anything.
"Fuck yes," he said, and I continued to manipulate him with my mouth. He came again, and then he started becoming flaccid. The phone rang again.
"We got cut off," he said as soon as the receiver was at his mouth.
"Sweetie, I need to get some sleep before the meeting tomorrow." He then hung up, turning his attention to me. I told him I needed to get to bed soon myself, and I suggested that the blow job was more than adequate repayment of freeing me.
I cleaned myself up, choosing to leave the butt plug in my bottom. I was getting used to the pressure by now. I gave the young man my panties, not wanting to remember everything that happened that night, and partly because I knew he wanted a memento for the occasion. My guess is that I was only the second woman to ever see his penis, let alone touch it. I went down to the front desk, and I said I had locked myself out of my room.
They gave me a replacement key, and I returned to my room. Before I entered the room, I noticed that the crack below the door was dark.
My "friends" were either asleep or gone, I had hoped.
I opened the door, and I found Ross alone in my bed. I turned on the light, and he quickly awoke.
"My wife had to go home and get the kids from the babysitter. I stayed to see that you made it safely back here. We were worried about you."
"Bullshit," I said.
"You just did not want me to press charges."
"Did you remember what you did to me earlier this evening. I would say we were even. I would love to hear how you got out of the handcuffs and plugs."
"You are right," I answered, "We are even. And I still have the butt plug inside of me."
"Let me take it out," you half asked, half demanded.
"Okay," I answered, "but you will have to take it out without your fingers."
Ross seemed to enjoy that answer, and I squatted doggie style, still in my dress. Ross started biting the hem of my dress, trying to pull it above my bottom.
He was not having too much luck, and I pulled it up for him. He then noticed that the butt plug was deep inside of me.
He started trying to grab it with his teeth, and it tickled and hurt at the same time. As he grabbed the plug between his teeth, I tightened my ass, and I felt his teeth slip off of the plug. He tried again, me again tightening, and then the plug slipping loose.
The third time he gripped it, he growled a little and then I felt it start coming out. I did not tighten, as I really enjoyed the feeling of him slowly taking it out of my arse.
He pulled it all of the way out, and it fell to the floor. He then muttered something about "Poor angel," and he started licking my sore asshole with his tongue.
I felt dirty and excited. He continued to lick my hole, exciting me greatly. I had had to pee a little while ago, but the feeling completely subsided. He pushed his tongue inside of my hole, and I could feel his teeth and nose press against my cheeks.
He must have licked me for ten minutes, and my legs were growing weak.
Ross asked if I wanted to go to the bed, and I shook my head "yes."
Ross turned me over so that my back was on the bed, and he began kissing me on the lips. I was returning the kiss, lost in the moment, when I felt his penis enter my vagina for the second time.
He fucked me fast and furious, coming before I was ready for him to cum. His face had a pained expression on it, and he was not worried about whether I had cum, that much I knew.
Afterwards, he stayed inside of me for some time. I did not want to say anything, feeling his penis shrink inside of me. When he got off of me and started dressing, I awoke.
I fell asleep with him in me. He mentioned that his wife wanted me fucked good.
When he left, I was afraid that he may have impregnated me.
I would be scared the rest of the month.
This ends the story of the first time Ross, Debbie, and I met.
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