Jessica Travis

'You've never had a girl give you a handjob before', I asked.

'No mam', was his strained reply.

I ran my hands up and down his shaft and said, 'how about a blowjob?'

'Heavens above', I heard him say in wonderment, 'no'.

How lovely I thought, this young man must still be a virgin. I would be indelibly printed in his mind forever more. The girl who tipped with tongue! I started to masturbate his rock hard cock, marvelling at the colour contrast between us. He started whimpering immediately. I smiled, I was beginning to enjoy the control I had over him.

'Look into my eyes and tell me when you are ready to cum Michael', I said.

I was mesmerised by his cock as I slowly stroked it up and down, 'an angry cock on the verge of erupting', I thought.

'Oh god, I'm going to explode any second now', he stammered.

I couldn't help myself. I leant forward and took him in my mouth, sucked hard while still milking his cock and cupping his balls. It was all too much for Michael, he must have forgotten where he was because, he wailed as he shot his load into my waiting mouth. I wanted to tell him to quieten down, but clearly I was no longer in a position to do so. He seemed to produce gallons he was so worked up. Finally he finished and stepped back unsteadily, looking for something to lean against.

The look on his face was one of pure disbelief. I was struggling to come to terms with it myself, the situation seemed to have developed so quickly. Had I just allowed this black stranger to unload into my mouth? I still couldn't resist waiting for eye contact before I swallowed mind. I thought he was going to have a heart attack!

Reality soon struck however, as he hurriedly said, I must get back to work, as he pulled himself together and fumbled for the lock. As he caught the door handle, he stopped and turned towards me.

'You have just given me the greatest day of my life, I will treasure this moment forever'.

His eyes showed such sincerity, I couldn't help but blush a little. He couldn't meet my eyes, but that made it all the more sweeter. Michael had had his first taste of the opposite sex, and I was strangely proud that the encounter had been with me. I could see him lost in thought for a while, but then he looked down at me again. This time he was facing me, he beamed that handsome big teeth smile of his, a look of pure adoration on his face, and simply said 'thank you' before leaving. The whole episode couldn't have taken any more than five or so minutes.

I, in the meantime, had been concentrating so hard on getting him off, I had forgotten my own needs. I got the bullet out, slammed it up my pussy, my fingers hit my clitoris, and I was squealing and trying to keep the noise down myself, as I exploded into a long overdue mind blowing orgasm of my own.

The feeling of complete relief after such torture was beautiful, but it came at a price. Had anyone heard me, people must surely have heard Michael. I was also now trapped. I was too ashamed and scared to leave the cubicle, yet I also knew the longer I left it, the more I would panic. I had to be strong, I had no choice. I quietly undid the lock and tried to look nonchalant as I stepped back out into the restaurant. As I walked back to the table as confidently as my shaky legs would allow, I couldn't help but look up. Several of the nearby tables were studying me, some with knowing smiles, others in shock. Oh god, of course they had heard. I got back to the table and demanded we leave.

'We'll do no such thing', Charlie said smiling, 'what did you do to him in there anyway, he practically came out skipping!'

It was a rhetorical question of course because he followed it up with;

'Good girl Jessica, Michael's about to bring coffee, but in all the excitement, you haven't forgotten me have you?'

I studied him for clues to where he was coming from, he was sliding down his seat a little. The coffees arrived in shaking hands, spilling coffee onto the saucers as they were placed down. Michael was finding it difficult to look at me.

Charlie was loving the aftermath however, 'she's insatiable isn't she Michael', he said embarrassing me further.

He looked at Charlie, then at me, catching my eyes for the first time since he'd returned to the table. 'She's a beautiful lady', he said as if defending me.

'She is indeed Michael, and to prove it further still, don't forget to look back at us when you get back to your station', Charlie went on.

I wondered where this was going, but then realised what Charlie had in mind when he looked at me, and then looked down, as if directing me to his groin.

'Michael got his rocks off (I heard that!). You got your rocks off (I heard that also!). It's only fair Jessica', he questioned.

'You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting are you', I enquired in dismay.

'Good girl Jessica', he smiled, I knew you'd work it out.

'Make sure Michael sees you disappear under the table please', he continued with a grin.

I was gobsmacked, he wanted me to give him a blowjob in a restaurant, full of people who already suspected me of fraternising with the staff.

'You have got to be kidding, I am finding this whole situation increasingly uncomfortable, I am starting to freak out, please must I?', I said in trepidation.

'You know the answer Jessica, you know the answer'.

I looked around, everyone was back concentrating on their meals and company. I was about to finally make a move when Charlie stopped me.

'Is Michael watching?'

He was, as the last thing I saw before I slipped under the table was the horrified look on Michael's face. His jaw was on the floor, and he too was looking around the restaurant wildly. It's weird how the mind works. In that cauldron of madness, I couldn't help notice Charlie's trousers. He'd obviously made an effort also, because they felt lovely to the touch. It only distracted me for a second mind, I needed to get Charlie off quickly, so I undid his trousers and released his cock. The evenings events had clearly had an impact on him also, he was stiff as a post. It went straight into my mouth and I was rewarded in minutes, with my second mouthful of cum that evening.

I was dreading coming back up, but thankfully Charlie had managed to remain quiet somehow, and apart from one or two quizzical looks from the adjacent table, we seemed somehow to have got away with it. I was still stunned mind, stunned that I was capable of doing something like that. Was that really me? In truth, I had reluctantly gone beneath the table, but the minute I got his cock in my mouth nothing else mattered. That cock was going to get drained, and I was the girl for the task.

Michael definitely had seen my reappearance however. We made eye contact just as I swallowed Charlie's cum. Poor young Michael had to hold onto the bar to stay on his feet.

I thought that was it, but then realised to my horror, I had missed the couple sat right between Michael and me. I had been so intent on showing off to Michael, I'd missed them. They'd seen everything..., everything, including Michael's role.

I wanted the ground to swallow me up, even Charlie gasped. The shock and realisation of what had just taken place seemed to cement into the minds of the couple at the very same time because, they first looked at each other, then back at me. They looked directly into my terrified and near teary eyes. Both, much to my utter disbelief, wearing big grins on their faces. I couldn't believe it, the girl was even giving me silent applause! Relief is not the word for it. I went from suicidal to the happiest girl on the planet in about 30 seconds flat.

As we were leaving, I enquired after my panties. Charlie smiled and pointed back at the table. In-between the bill card, I noticed white fabric frills peeking out.

'Michael will be further thrilled and embarrassed', I chuckled.

On the train journey home, I couldn't help but smile ruefully reflecting on how this incredible evening had unfolded. When leaving my flat that night, who would have predicted that I would return home a few hours later with a starter, a main, a coffee, a few glasses of wine and two helpings of cum in my tummy! Oh, and I was sat knickerless again, in a dress far too short.

Chapter Five

The time was 6:45pm a fortnight later, and I was again sat at the same hotel bar. Charlie had not stipulated any particular items to wear so, I was in my favoured armless buttoned blouse, knee length skirt and two inch heels, and classy undies of course. My black hair was down and I was looking forward to spending time with Charlie again. I was also of course, apprehensive about what crazy idea he might have planned for the evening. I had anxiously checked out the restaurant on my way in, and of course Michael had to be working didn't he. I hoped we wouldn't bump into each other, for both our sakes.

Two weeks ago in this very restaurant, I had gone through the most exciting, yet harrowing experience of my life. I was still thanking my lucky stars at least ten times a day.

Charlie arrived and as always seemed delighted to see me. I know I've said it before, but he naturally had a warm and friendly way about him. Every time he looked at me, he made me feel special. He was still a handsome man, both engaging and genuine. Bloody hell, I wasn't falling for him was I?

After he'd ordered more drinks, we couldn't help but reflect on that fateful night. He was still amused and delighted with the outcome, and especially loving the reaction of the couple.

I was shaking my head and sighing, 'how lucky were we that we found a couple who thought it entertaining'.

'They must have had half an eye on me all night', I continued. 'I can't stop thinking of how I must have looked, particularly when we made eye contact. My mouth must have been wide open, my eyes like I'd seen a ghost.'

'Your mouth was open half of the night I seem to recollect Jessica', he said with a twinkle in his eye.

We looked at each other conspiratorially, then burst out laughing.

'Let's not forget, we were good to them also Jessica,' Charlie went on. 'I bet they had the best sex ever that night. And let's face it, we've given them a dinner party story to trump all others!'

We couldn't stop laughing, until we noticed we were attracting attention. These shared experiences, as weird as they clearly were, were strangely giving us a closer connection.

The conversation had to change eventually, but this time Charlie seemed to approach the subject of sex in a more collaborative manner. 'After last time, do you think you still have the bottle', he asked.

'Why,' I said a little hesitantly.

'I am going to ask you to do things you might not at first think will be enjoyable. Tonight, if you say no, or whine or moan about anything I request of you, then you shall be spanked.'

'Well that's not a request then is it? If I say no or show any inclination, I get spanked', I replied.

'Clever girl Jessica, exactly. Tonight I need you to be completely compliant. I will give you a safe word if you wish for the evening to end prematurely.'

He wasn't even apologetic.

'I was never spanked as a child, why should I allow it now', I questioned.

'Because you're a big girl now, and it is all part of the bigger picture I promise.' Besides he said, 'you know I wouldn't hurt you.'

'All very convincing Charlie, but after what happened last time I am not sure you can be trusted.'

'Admit it, you had a great time Jessica, a huge part of the excitement is driven by the scary situations we put ourselves in. Aside from which, we will be in a hotel room tonight.'

I don't feel comfortable about it and that was my final word on the subject, until of course he plied me with further gin and tonics. We got in the lift, but this time passed the usual 6th floor, and travelled all the way to the top of the hotel.

On entering the room you could tell it was a higher price bracket. There was more space, more furniture, more comfort and a large full length window facing the hotel opposite. Charlie went to draw the curtains. My attention was firmly on what was hanging around the exposed ceiling beams however. There was a rope around one of the beams centrally, with what looked like padded Velcro handcuffs hanging below. There were more ropes and cuffs lying on the floor, with a long bar of some sort.

I genuinely looked bewildered, and perhaps a little frightened as my head swung towards Charlie. He was casually smiling as ever, mischief on his mind no doubt.

'I would like you to remove your clothes please Jessica, and put these on he said handing me a box.'

'You haven't addressed the elephant in the room', I said looking towards the ropes.

'All in good time Jessica, all in good time.'

I'm sure I looked nonplussed as I instinctively put my hands out to accept the box without questioning him further. How had I become so compliant?

I was about to open the box when Charlie said, 'sorry Jessica, I need you remove your clothes first please.'

He wondered over to a comfy armchair. Sat down and said, 'come over here Jessica and strip in front of me. I want you looking directly into my eyes as you remove each item of your clothing.'

I know we had had sex now, and he had seen me in a number of embarrassing positions, but I still wasn't ready for this. Fact is, when he hadn't got me worked up, I was still shy parading around in front of him or any man for that matter, I am not an exhibitionist. I was stood in front of him now however, nervously moving from one foot to the other, not knowing if I could look at him or not. I felt vulnerable and uncomfortable all of a sudden and Charlie seemed to detect it.

'You have such a casual but elegant way of presenting yourself don't you Jessica', he said. 'What you're wearing tonight wouldn't look good on just anyone. You seem to have the ability to take something unextraordinary, and make it look extraordinary. Just the way you hold yourself Jessica. Michael is right, you are truly a beautiful lady.'

I looked down at myself unsure about how I should react to what he'd just said. I adored hearing him say it of course, it helped my confidence no end. It wasn't long before I wanted to unbutton my blouse for him. That's where I started before going further and removing each item of clothing I wore one by one. I never once took my gaze from his, as he sat there studying me still fully clothed.

Striping for someone can be a truly erotic experience, and this was no exception. By the time my panties hit the floor, my gusset was once again very damp. Finally I stood before him naked, naked as the day I was born. My shoulders were back, my chest pushed out, my tummy flat and my back straight. I yearned for his approval. His eyes drew me in. He studied every part of my nakedness until I got goosebumps, he then looked up at me.

'Good girl Jessica, now you may open the box.'

I approached it with trepidation. Once open I looked inside and gasped in dismay. Everything I hated about male designed bedroom lingerie was in there. A suspender belt, black stockings, 4-inch patent black heels and sexy see-through bra and panties.

I swung back towards Charlie and said, 'not in a million years'.

'That's 6 spanks you are owed'.

'But I don't wear this sexist symbolism. It is just not me'.

'Didn't' he replied simply, 'and that's now 12'.

I was now starting to panic. I wasn't sure how much spanking I could take. 'Why did you agree to this you idiot', I told myself. I stood for ages looking between Charlie and the box hoping he would change his mind, cut me some slack. He didn't. 'Oh for crying out load', I finally told myself, 'it's just me and him in a hotel room, swallow your pride and humour him'. The alternative of ending it all was too painful to contemplate.

I started climbing into the proffered garments, and soon stood before him in all the garb, feeling incredibly self-conscious.

'Step over to the mirror Jessica and look at yourself'. I did as he asked.

'You look like one of those magazine models Jessica. I know you might not take that as a compliment, but you attract men by the way you dress and wear make-up don't you, well is this not just an extension of that. The sexier you look, the more adoration and appreciation you'll receive in the bedroom. I think you look stunning, quite the sexiest vision I can ever remember seeing'.

'I really mean it', he continued sincerely.

I begrudgingly could see his point. I had never seen myself like this since my experimenting youth, I had built up an aversion to 'presenting' myself. And although still feeling way out of my comfort zone, I recognised I had the body to carry it off, and it kind of made me feel naughty also.

'Now come this way please Jessica', he said while leading me towards the ropes.

He first asked me to raise my hands together.

'You won't do anything I don't want you to will you?', I asked.

'Of course I will Jessica, that's the way we work isn't it. I will give you a safe word however. If you at any point in the evening say 'red', we will finish immediately.'

'Finish' he'd said. Of course it sounded so final.

I raised my arms and he looped two Velcro handcuffs through my wrists, sent the rope over the beam then secured my arms above me. I was facing the curtains. He then bent down and cuffed both my ankles, then proceeded to fix them to each end of the long pole I'd noticed earlier.

'Okay', I thought, 'that's subtle, not!'

Soon enough I was stood, legs secured a shoulder width apart. The heels were more stable than I'd imagined they would be, and I swung on my arms ever so slightly to maintain balance. Charlie then proceeded to produce a delicate black lace necklet. He approached me and put it around my neck.

'Finishing touches Jessica, I'm a designer after all', he said with a smile.

We then touched heads, and I could feel him breathing me in, as if he were taking in my scent, deep in thought. He then walked behind me and before I knew it, he had fitted a black rubber ball gag around my head. I looked around in disbelief.

'As you are no longer able to use you safe word', he said casually, 'I will be watching your hands. If I see you clenching and unclenching your fists continuously, then we will stop and call a halt to it all.'

I took it all in, and of course nodded my accent.

'Anyway, before I move onto spanking you Jessica, first you should see yourself strung up.'

I was uneasy about this, where was the mirror? He proceeded to switch off all the lights however, then I could see his shadow moving towards the curtains. Before I could think of how I might react he had opened them.

I looked across into the hotel opposite in utter horror. I was exposed and vulnerable and shifting into panic mode, wriggling around as if that was likely to make a difference. The hotel had seemed far away when I noticed it on arrival. Not now with me strung up as I was. Of course I realised to my relief soon after, no one could see me while the lights were off. So as my eyes began to acclimatise to the lighting, I began to see my reflection in the glazing.

I can't deny the scene appearing in front of my eyes was very sexy. In all the gear, I was tied-up, looking like sex on legs, but also somehow looking vaguely innocent. One thing was for sure; I was available for Charlie to do with as he pleased. It was becoming such a turn on.

Charlie then came and stood behind me, looking at me in the window reflection. Just having him stood there lightly running his fingers down my sides, I was putty in his hands.

I was taken out of my reverie when I heard him say, 'now I believe you are owed 12 spanks.'

'Oh for pity's sake', I'd forgotten about that.

'I want you to acknowledge each one with a grunt please Jessica,' he said as he thankfully pulled the curtains closed and turned the lights back on.