When Opportunity Knocks

It was time to move on to the next step. I was wondering what it would be like to have my cock smothered in her breasts. "Take off your blouse." I said this simply and matter-of-factly. I was still not sure how she wanted to hear my commands so I kept them simple. For the first time, she failed to obey. She continued to lap at my dick and fondle my balls. I didn't know if she was being openly defiant or simply preoccupied with the task at hand. Or, she might be testing me. Was I up to the task myself, the task of command, of being in charge?

In all things in life, we have to make decisions at some point. Often they are innocuous, even retrievable and without significant consequence. In this instant, the consequence of guessing wrong as insignificant in either of our lives. We would go on and live our lives the exact same way no matter what either of us did, excepting of course something violent or really off the wall, which neither of us had given any indication of so far. Not being one to beat around the bush or spend too much time rehashing the little points, I delved right in with my best assumption so far. This woman had shown me every indication that she wanted to be dominated. She had also shown me some indication that a modicum at least of humiliation just might be to her liking. She parted her legs for me without question. She fondled and licked my groin as if born in slavery to do so. I added up the evidence and acted.

"I said, Bitch, take off your blouse!" I braced myself for the backlash in case I had guessed wrong. Much to my utter amazement, and sheer pleasure, she looked up at me with a sheepish grin; her eyelids rolled down over her pupils, and removed her hands from my groin. "YES!" was all I could think and it took everything I had to keep from shouting it and ruining the moment.

She kept her head in nearly that exact position, no more than an inch from my cock, and began to unbutton her blouse. As she did so, her bra-covered breasts were beginning to emerge in all their glory. They were more than simply large, they were luscious. The flesh bulged over the tops of the bra's cups and begged for attention. They were just like Earette's own personality, daring me to touch, to take charge, to devour. I was horny as hell and my cock was dancing like a bobble-head doll at the thought of contact with these delicious globes.

She finished with the buttons and lifted the blouse from her skirt. Then she rocked her shoulders back and let the sheer material roll back off her and down her arms. The movement was graceful and erotic. She was giving herself to me yet again. She was totally at ease with the position she was in and apparently enjoying every minute as much as I was. The blouse fell to the bed and I picked it up as her hands went to undo her bra in back.

I brought the material to my face to feel its sheer silkiness glide over my skin. I smelled her unique aroma from all parts of the material and took in her essence to add to the sensations she was giving me. Meanwhile, her bra slipped away somehow and I suddenly felt her breasts being pushed up against my thighs. This woman was as horny as I was and needed the contact just as much too. She wanted me to ravish her, of that I was sure now. But it also had to be done at just the right pace to keep her off guard and wanton through it all. This could not be rushed and was not going to be the typical fuck-and-run fest at all. This was going to be a night to remember for both of us. How HAD this come about? I had a flashback of waiting for two seemingly endless hours for a no-show date, only to strike gold with this horny gorgeous woman on the way out the door. It was all too good to be true.

And now it was time to make it happen! "All right, Earette, place my cock between your tits and make it feel like it belongs there." I was getting almost too comfortable with this command "thing" and fitting right into the roll. Once again she not only obeyed, but with a lust to please and self-please that could not be duplicated without total commitment to the act.

She pulled my dick out to her chest and wrapped it in her globes. Her skin was cooler than mine, though still hot in the general sense, and felt exotic on my sensitive skin. They were soft and supple wrapped around me, practically swallowing me in their gorgeous glory. I felt my hips begin to gyrate involuntarily to slide my shaft up and down the makeshift tunnel of quickly warming breast flesh and I felt her move in opposite directions by flexing her back. She raised her head to look at me again with those beautiful blue eyes, her mouth opened by the natural tension in her neck, seductive, wanton, willing to do whatever I asked. She was asking me in her own way if what she was doing was the way I wanted it.

"Mmmmmm... that's good Earette. I feel your tits around my cock like it belongs there. That's very nice." Her smile was genuine and I could tell she was proud as well as satisfied with her work. I too was proud of myself in a sense for not blowing this opportunity so far. If I could only keep getting this lucky with my perceptions. I had to have this woman in every way that was possible!

I reached down and brought her head back to my stomach and hunched my hips up to make it obvious her next task was to suck the head of my cock while I fucked her tits. She didn't disappoint me. Once again I felt her hot wet mouth devour my cock. Each time I forced it up through the cavern between her tits, her mouth was waiting to take it in and hold onto it like a suction vise. I could feel the skin pulled up into her mouth, begging not to pull back out again. My cock was comfortable in her mouth, felt at home there, wanted, and I was not about to deny it.

My hands instinctively rolled around to the front of her body and began to take up the movement of her breasts, freeing her own hands to resume her fucking of my cock with her fingers and mouth. The scene was obscene. I could see us in the mirror doors of the closet. I stood there with my ass hanging out and then pushing forward to shove my cock into her oral cavity. My hands were positioned under her tits to hold them up and fondle them as they were squished between our bodies. And the whole time, Earette remained latched onto my cock with her mouth and hands as if it was giving her life itself.

Half an hour before we were two people who had never seen each other before and would probably have gone through our entire lives without ever knowing each other even existed. And here now in this hotel room, we were locked in a coupling of organs in the most intimate sense, each selfishly taking advantage of each other's bodies, and yet totally devoted to each other's utter satisfaction. This is a strange world we live in, and one that even turn in the unbelievably good directions on occasion. This night in this room with this gorgeous woman at my groin was possibly going to be one of those unparalleled nights of sheer ecstasy, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that happened.

Chapter Three

One question that was coming to mind now was just how far this beautiful woman wanted to go. Not that she might not want to fuck and get fucked, she would never have come to my room if that were in question, but how far this commanding her around was intended to go. Did she have anything else in mind? How to find out without just blurting the question and ruining the moment? Hmmmm....., I thought, some creativity was required as the evening progressed. Take it slow, but take it!

I almost lost control while I was thinking. Her ministrations on my dick from both her breasts and the head in her mouth were about to bring me to a boil. It was too early for that. I was good for more than one orgasm, but not as many as a woman usually was good for. Time to find out just how many Earette was good for. "Stop." I commanded.

The word caught her off guard. She froze. Her lips were stuck to the head of my dick and her breasts were in full cradle of the rest of my cock. She just stopped in that position. I savored the moment and then, out of pure guesswork, determined to find out how she would take to physical dominance too. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back on the bed.

She bent back at first, into my pressure, resisting, but then fell back obediently onto the soft spread of the bed. She was naked from the waist up, her legs still splayed to the sides with her feet still on the floor. She let her hands flow out to the sides in a crucifix form, which told me once again I was in total control and she would do virtually anything I wanted.

I couldn't help but take a minute to stare at this totally subservient creature before me. Her long dirty-blonde hair had blown out to the sides and top of her head as she laid back. It was spread out in a kind of halo around her accordingly. Though the spread of her legs and the new view of her groin area as revealed by the now pushed up skirt were clear indication that this was a completely different kind of angel. My eyes targeted her crotch area.

I love a woman's body clothed in everyday under things. I think this is more intimate than some sexy lingerie purchased for the seductive purpose. It's as if she was suddenly and mysteriously caught on tape by some voyeuristic pervert aiming to dream up everything he could to do to her, to make her horny, to fuck her brains out. It was just plain hot and sexy. And this woman was now in the very position before me. Her skirt was askew, bunched up to her waist and out to the sides, her upper torso bare exposing her huge tits to me fully, and her crotch protected only by a thin layer of nylon over another thin membrane of cotton reinforcement in her pantyhose. To her there might have been some sensation of protection there, but to me it was just the opposite - it said to me, "I dare you to rip me open like a kid at Christmas and use me up in a heartbeat!"

Wrong message for protection, write message for the moment. I kneeled down and pushed my head up between her thighs, burying my face in the crotch of her pantyhose. Immediately I could finally smell the true aroma of this woman, this slave, and it was intoxicating.

I moved my nose up and down the area of her crack trying to make the moment last and yet to glean more of her scent for my hungry nostrils. Before I knew it, her hands came up and pulled my head into her more deeply. Her legs came up and began to wrap behind me to aid in the process of pulling me in. She was obviously as horny as I was, and maybe even more so. She has once again shown me an opening, in the form of a weakness in our imaginary struggle for control. The game was more interesting each step, but totally fun throughout. I decided to move to the next level of dominating this hot broad.

I stood up erect, pushing out of her entwined legs and beyond the reach of her arms. "Don't move," I said, and moved to the bag on the valet stand. I pulled some things from it and returned to the bed, but to one side. I took a piece of cloth I had prepared for this exact purpose and flung the bulk of it under and across the bed. Satisfied that it had come out the other side, I rose and tied one end of it to her closest wrist. "I didn't tell you to touch me Woman, I didn't tell you to wrap your legs around me. Now you must be restrained. In the future, follow my orders or other punishment will await." The look on her face was curious. In one interpretation she expressed some fear, some trepidation of giving up control for she was certainly not fighting my tying her up. In another sense, I felt the slightest indication of a smile at the events taking place, an almost triumphant expression of satisfaction that what was happening was more in her control than I have ever imagined. In either case I saw no warnings, no reason to hold back. We would see.

I quickly crossed at the foot of the bed and tied the other wrist. This time I pulled on the material, a kind of stretchy, soft velvety cloth that tied easily, left no marks, and was not the least bit painful to the subject. Her arms were now secured in the outstretched position and she was helpless to do anything but flail her feet if needed. I took another piece of the same cloth and made like I was about to tie her feet. She expected this. But I suddenly climbed onto the bed and kneeled by her head. I slipped the material under her head and over her eyes and tied it quickly on one side. She was blind.

Then I just as quickly dismounted the bed and satisfied her earlier suspicion that I was about to tie her legs and made her ankles fast to material secured to the legs of the bed. She was now spread-eagled on the mattress; blindfolded, and open for me to do any damn thing I please. It was an amazing moment of realization.

Here was this woman I had never spoken to, never talked to even in email or chat before, and she was letting me have my way with her as if she knew somehow that I was not some freak that would cause her harm. The Midwest can be a stranger place than we New Yorkers think, I ventured, but this little number has nothing to fear from me but pleasure. I aim to give her more of that than she can take!

The scene was intoxicating enough that I had to prod myself to continue rather than just stand there and marvel at the beautiful body in such an erotic pose before me.

I finally went back to the bag. I could ensure I would never forget this night, and perhaps if she wanted, render the same assurance to Earette. I removed the camera bag from the duffle and began to set up the video on the tripod. The lights would now come in handy in a more practical sense in their more natural incandescent reflection on the subject. No fluorescents, no artificial light from the camera, just the real thing - an inexpensive hotel room in the Midwest town where this gorgeous woman was about to have the time of her life. I completed the set up, checked for the long play tape in the cartridge, and began the recording. The camera was sitting on the shortened legs of the tripod, which in turn were sitting on the top of the credenza. The view was perfect, starting from about mid-calf on Earette's legs, and encompassing everything up to the about the middle height of the headboard of the bed. The camera's eye would miss nothing as long as I kept myself from getting between it and its subject anymore than necessary. I would try my best to remember this.

I reached back into my bag and pulled out a small draw-stringed bag. Loosening the strings, I then pulled out a couple of miniature clamps. There was no way that Earette could know what I was doing. Once again I was amazed at the magnitude of leeway this woman was giving me. She was either a terrific reader of character, or just plain nuts to give me this much control. Hell, I thought, she had not even asked me my name in the whole time till now. WOW!

I stepped up on the bed and kneeled down bed beside her torso. She could certainly feel that motion, though she might be thinking anything at this point as to what I was about. I didn't want to scare her at all so I first massaged her breasts with my hands. Her nipples were already hard but the new motion and friction were combining to make them stand out even more. After only a few minutes of this, I withdrew my hands momentarily, much to her dissatisfaction as witnessed by her groan, only to bring them back to one breast, and more pointedly, to one nipple. I installed the clamp on it and tightened the jaws only enough to hold it there. Her reaction was instant and nearly violent in its magnitude. But it was not one of pain or rejection - it was one of sheer agonizing pleasure. She loved it!!!! Of that I was certain. She moaned deeply at the sensations, the surprise, the feeling of torture at the hands of this strange man to whom she had relinquished total control.

I could only imagine what must be going through her head. I had an advantage knowing that I could never do anything to actually hurt a person, let alone a woman, and in that she had total safety. But she could not know that having never even spoken to me before, and certainly having never met me either. Hey, I found her sitting in a bar, alone, for at least the two hours I had been waiting there, and I could not even guess what she was all about. I could only go with the "flow" so to speak, and do what seemed right at the time.

And go with the "flow" was next. I needed to see and touch and taste this woman's pussy. I first applied the second breast nipple clamp and evoked more groans of pleasure from Earette. She was becoming more active by straining a bit at the ties binding her hands and legs. She moved her butt on the bed in a wiggling motion that just served to turn me on more. Her squirming was not desperate in anyway, but definitely driven by pleasure and the need to have more. I would not disappoint her.

Running my hands over her breasts once more I ran them softly down over her stomach and to her thighs. I did this lightly at first so as not to distract her from her reverie over the nipple clamps. But once they were in position, I kneeled down between her thighs and used my hands to push them wider apart. I felt compelled to get my head inside her, into her essence, her heart of sex. Her scent was emitting stronger waves every minute now and I could see the first signs of wetness on her cotton padding in the hose. It excited me in the most grinding way and made my cock stand through my open zipper like the Eiffel Tower.

As I looked closely at her crotch, I could barely get a glimpse further down where the cotton ended and left only the nylon material between me and her sexy body. I was going there soon, I thought to myself, but there was plenty of time. I decided to try something else before going for the obvious.

"So you like what's happening so far, do you?" I must have caught this brazen, over-confident woman off guard for she suddenly admitted, "Ohhhhhhhhhh... yes... ohhhh eat me please....."

Aha! That was all I needed on the one hand to know that I was totally on the right track. On the other hand, it told me she likes to talk too. This was just too good to be true. I reflected for a moment that this was exactly the night I had only hoped for with Terry, the gal I had come to meet at the restaurant, the gal who had said she actually like a lot of the things we were in fact doing now. But like most such fantasies, that one did not come true and she stood me up. But totally OUT of the ordinary, this new fantasy, even better in its spontaneity, WAS coming true! The world was not so cruel after all!

"Ahhhhhhhhh..." I responded, "So I am hitting some nerves after all." I raised my elbows and rested them on top of her thighs. My head was poised just above her mons as I spoke. When I spoke, my chin would drop low enough to make contact with her pubic bone and stir just enough of her skin to move her clit as well. Even my talking to her was going to elicit a physical response.

"You like to be held captive, do you?" She was silent for a moment, but then responded tentatively.

"Sometimes...."

I took that as an arrogant response in our little game. "Sometimes? You mean you think you can pick and choose when and what I can do to you?" I knew all along she must be referring to the people she gave up control to, more than the things she let them do. "Quite the little slut you are, aren't you, thinking you can pick and choose like that." I placed a hand on her breast. "Is that what you think you can do? Pick and choose? People? Satisfactions? Humph?" I began to squeeze one breast firmly but not painfully, and used my other hand to tighten a clamp slightly. The reaction was immediate.

"Oh! Ohhhhhhh! Oh please, I'll do whatever you want, Scott... just tell me what you want and I'll do anything for you..."