Cum Play Kitten Ch. 02

Welcome to 'Cum Play Kitten' - this is a series, but you're welcome to join and play with me at any stage along the way...

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"FUCK" he muttered under his breath, standing in the elevator amongst the other hotel guests attempting to hide his enormous erection.

What had just happened? He had been drawn to her, completely in awe of her allure. The way her body responded to his touch, how she willingly allowed him to explore her inner desires left him wondering how she'd respond to his spank, his mind wandering to the many other ways he desired to test her.

He caught his reflection in the elevator, his mouth open, imagining his lips covering her hard nipples below her white satin blouse. He could still smell her on his fingers, taste her on his tongue. He could still feel the uncontrollable pulsing of her body as she succumbed to her orgasm.

He had left quickly and quietly, leaving his room key behind. Wanting to stay and see her reaction, but needing the privacy of his room. His cock ached to be touched, sucked, fucked...anything.

Would she come as he'd asked? Would she come as he'd hoped?

He gave himself a goal of thirty minutes. Thirty minutes until he would relieve the tension on his own. It was impossible to distract himself. Her breasts. Her flushed cheeks. The feel of her wet G string against her soft skin. He wanted her more than he had wanted anyone. He wanted to make her his.

Ten minutes, and nothing. Fifteen, and then twenty.

A knock at the door. A knock with purpose. It was her.

He opened the door, shock on his face as he felt his body being forcefully moved back into his room, stopping in front of the floor length mirror. It took a moment for him to recognize his reflection - but there he was, his back against the wall, her body pressed against his. Her lips found his as her tongue dove into his mouth fiercely, his hands automatically grasping her hips and pulling her against his throbbing cock. Her scent, her perspiration - her willingness, was intoxicating.

He felt her hands tackle his belt buckle and finally free his cock. Stroking gently at first, her surprise at its size evident. He felt a touch of trepidation in her kiss, a gasp, a moment of fear.

"You'll be fine, Kitten."

Without saying a word, she dropped to her knees, getting a full view of his begging erection.

It was seconds before her warm, wet mouth had completely engulfed him, struggling to take his hard cock all in. Every inch of him focused on his ability to hold on. She masterfully attended to his cock. Licking, lapping, teasing, and sucking. At moments, she would take him deep into her mouth, letting her tongue tease his aching balls as she held him against the back of her throat. He needed to relax, but the combination of his cock deep in her mouth and the innocence in her eyes was almost too much.

He watched in the mirror as she rocked back and forth on her knees, hiking her skirt up, letting him see that she had discarded that very wet G string. Her firm and well shaped ass in full display.

He needed to touch her.

Unable to move from her grip on his cock, he grasps her hair firmly, forcing her to take all of him. Gagging slightly, she looks at him in shock. Her innocence will soon be replaced by a desire she had never lived before.

"Tilt your head back, Kitten. Open wide for me."

She obeys, allowing him to position her as he wants. She relaxes, and takes him deeper than he has ever been. His orgasm threatening to take over, he beings to fuck her mouth. Her eyes meet his, begging for mercy yet begging for more.

Three long, hard, back of the throat thrusts and he could hold no longer. Cum exploding from his cock, he filled her mouth. He filled her mouth until she could take no more, letting the excess drip down from her lips, to her chin, to her open white blouse. She never took her eyes off his as she swallowed his warm thick cum and licked him clean.

Legs shaking, he helped her to her feet and kissed her hard. Her raw sexual energy was overwhelming. As she pulled away from him, he watched as she fixed her wild blonde hair, straightened out her rumpled clothes, and reached into the waistband of her skirt. Fingers trembling, she handed him her business card before leaving, swaying her hips as she slowly walked away.

Unable to move, his back against the wall, his mind raced.

She had remained silent.

She had obeyed when directed.

She had been willing.

She had trusted him.

She needed to be his.

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