The Pyramid (Part II)

I’m standing stark naked on a hotel room balcony in front of the perfect stranger. His scent still lingers in my nostrils, and I hate how weak he makes me. I can’t even bear to look up at him because I immediately feel my pussy throbbing when I do. He holds my chin up for our eyes to lock onto each other and says, “Even after doing what I wanted with you, I still can’t shake you, Good Girl…” I smirked, kissed him and walked away to go to the bathroom. I need to get my shit together… I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and thought, “Bitch, he turned you out, and you haven’t even seen his dick yet. This isn’t you…” You’d swear this man was telepathic because he soon came into the bathroom half-naked, turned on the shower and then embraced me from behind. We simultaneously looked at our reflection in the mirror: He had one hand around my neck, the other caressing and squeezing my breast. “I think we look good together, baby… Now, be a good girl and shower with me. I want to clean up the mess I made.” I nodded slowly, gazing into his eyes.

He seems to enjoy tossing and turning me about because he picked me up, placed me on the bathroom counter and spread my legs. He slowly ate my pussy out as he removed my heels, and once they were off, he picked me up and carried me to the shower. I was pinned to the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as water dripped down my body, and then this man kissed me again. The kiss was more passionate and aggressive this time. I can tell he’s yearning for me, so I ask him to put me down because I want to taste him. He fulfils my request, and I kneel to face his crotch. I took his briefs off with my mouth while maintaining eye contact with him. I could see the heavy breaths he took through the steam in the room; that’s how I knew I was doing the right thing. I took his cock into my hand, eye contact still maintained, and gave the tip a lick. He let out a sigh, closed his eyes and said, “If you don’t let me fuck your mouth right now, Little Girl, you’re going to feel my wrath. Stop torturing me…” I smirked, lifted his cock to expose his swollen balls and gave them a suck so hard that he moaned. I could feel his cock getting hard in my hand, and that’s how I knew I was still on the right track.

I kissed and sucked on his balls a while longer before my free hand reached for his man-hole. He straddled his legs to give me access, and my finger went to work. As I massaged his man-hole, I took his cock into my mouth. The saliva and water running from the shower head helped his cock slide into and out of my mouth with ease, and I could hear him moaning and mumbling, “Yes, that’s my good girl…” whenever he was inside me. I loved feeling the girth and length of his cock in my mouth, and with every taste, I strived to let him in deeper and suck on him harder. My eyes shut, and I went to work: sucking harder, pushing deeper and gagging when he held my head against his body. Adjusting my throat must have sent him to the moon because he let out loud moans and grunts from that moment. With his hand still feeding my mouth with his delicious cock, he let me know that he was cumming, and that’s when he let his cum fill my throat. I looked up at him as he calmed down from his orgasmic euphoria and made sure he watched me swallow his cum. “You look so sexy when you stare at me while you’re on your knees, my Good Girl,” he said. I smirked, licked my lips, stood up to let our faces meet again, and kissed him passionately. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom.The high-rise king-sized bed had a pole at each corner, a blanket chest at its foot and white linen dressing it. On the bed were a pair of handcuffs, a butt plug, another rose and a pair of nipple clamps. Keep in mind that there’s a large mirror on the ceiling. I also noticed an empty ice bucket on the bedside table and immediately knew this man wanted me to have a good-ass night. I felt excited and looked at him with a mischievous grin.

He let me down from his embrace, grabbed the ice bucket and left the room to fetch some ice. I put the nipple clamps on, put the butt plug between my cheeks and lay on my back on the bed. I took the rose and started marinating his meal so he could have it juicy and falling off the bone when he returned. With one hand caressing my breasts and the other stimulating my clit, I went to work on myself and got my body ready for all the dick I could get. When he returned, he stood by the doorway and watched me pleasuring myself. I looked back at him, admiring me fuck myself. He placed the ice bucket at his feet, held his big cock in his hand and stroked it as he watched me. Whenever I moaned with pleasure, he’d say, “Yes baby, be a good girl and fuck yourself for me… Show me how wet you can get.”.

He moaned as he jerked himself off; watching and hearing that made me even hotter because seeing him experiencing pleasure on my account made me want him more. He could tell I was about to cum again and instructed me to stop pleasuring myself immediately — and I obeyed. “You can’t cum until I say so, Little Girl. Understood?” I nodded, got up from my rested position and sat on my knees on the bed. He walked towards the bed, placed the ice bucket on the bedside table, climbed onto the bed to kneel before me and lifted my chin to kiss me. His left hand was wrapped around my neck, his right hand was rubbing my clit, and one of my hands jerked his cock off more for a moment that felt like forever. He stopped kissing me, grabbed the handcuffs, and cuffed my left hand to his left hand. He told me to lie down on my back, and I obeyed. He then took the rose with his free hand, spread and lifted my legs to place them over his shoulders, and positioned the dormant rose against my clit before looking me dead in my face and said, “If you cum before I say you can, you will be punished. Understood?” I nodded.

He switched the rose on and gently got to work on my clit. He had my cuffed left arm pinned against the bed. My right hand caressed his head, and my nails dug into his skin because the edging was hard to sustain. I close my eyes when waves of pleasure travel through my body, and he kept instructing me to keep my eyes open and locked on his — which was hard to do. With every suction against my clit, I got closer to cumming. He could tell because when my moans got louder, he’d immediately switch off the rose to kiss me and give me a chance to recover from euphoria. He did this several times, and on the last time he did it, he lifted me from my rested position, let me turn around to assume the “face up, ass down position” (with my left arm now behind my back), and stared at my ass bent in front of him, butt plug exposed, and slowly kissed my cheeks as he used his right hand to slowly finger my pussy. He bent down to put his mouth near my ear and whispered, “Has anyone ever told you that your ass looks amazing and even better with a plug inside it? I want to explore if you’ll let me.” I nodded. He kissed my cheek, rose to tower over me from behind and then spanked me with his free hand. My cheek jiggled on impact, and you could hear him grunt as he kept spanking me. I got so turned on from all the hits that the whimpers turned into moans.

“Daddy, please, don’t stop… Don’t fucking stop…” I said under my breath, with pussy juices dripping down my thighs and my ass in a state of insatiable pain. I was ready to take this man in and, as if he knew it, placed a small block of ice over my cheeks to cool me off. He then slowly moved the block of ice towards my clit and rubbed on it slowly in a circular motion, and the pleasure I felt from that made me grip the side of the bed with my free hand and moan aloud. I was so close to cumming at this point, and he knew it and stopped stimulating me with the ice. “Not yet…” he said. His hand caressed my cheeks one last time before he tugged at the butt plug. “I think you’re ready… Now, open wide…”