Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Hotel Hook-up: 'Arianeta' SeXStoRY

I got in contact with this girl "Arianeta' through an internet forum, we were regulars around the place. The tone of our postings was sometimes a little flirty. I asked her to send me a photo once – she looked cute: she looked smart and sharp, a little nerdy and proper, but with an underlying slight air of mischievousness about her. Often our flirtatiousness slipped over I more outright sexualized conversation – one time we were talking about porn – she looked at it occasionally, she claimed (although she would not tell me at what kind!) – and to shock her, or to out do her, or maybe to test her, I told her about my xHamster profile. She called my bluff and asked for the address, so I told her. I didn’t hear from her a few days, then I got a private message. She wanted me to help her live out a fantasy of hers: to meet a perfect stranger, and to be submit to being roughly fucked and abused by him. Since we had kind of got familiar with each other over a year on the Internet (but knew little about each other in real life), she felt she could take a risk on me to be this ‘stranger’. I guess she had looked over my xHamster profile, seen what kinds of things turned me on, and reckoned it was something I would do with enthusiasm. She was right. We met in a hotel room I had booked, in a part of the city not local to either of us. We sat and drank a little alcohol and talked ourselves into the situation, avoiding anything personal, and sketching out the basic boundaries. She wanted to meet a stranger, to totally submit to him, to be humiliated by him, and to be used by him for only his own pleasure: "I will count for nothing", she said. I could – no, I should! – fuck her roughly, spank her and even slap her face a little; but she did not want to be seriously hurt in any way – it was more about submission and psychological masochism, rather than real pain. No shit, no piss, simple as that. I could fuck her anywhere I wanted, in any combination; I could cum how and where I wanted. That was the last thing she said. She took a long drink and then looked at me – I guessed at this point that she had now handed over full control of the situation to me. I had thought the situation out (many times!) in the previous two weeks. I told her to take of her clothes and stand facing the wall. I went to the bathroom, undressed myself and came back out. I put her hands up against the wall, and ran mine up and down her body, moving my hand always close around her pussy by never running over it, never allowing her the direct pleasure of my touch upon her clitoris. Her breathing started to get more emphasised. I put her over the side of the bed so that she lay belly down on it, with her knees on the floor and her ass exposed to me. Grabbing her pink girly top from the pile she left on the floor, I pulled her hands behind her back and bound her wrists together. "Now I'm going to make you my whore", I said, as I knelt up on the bed myself. She made a small gasp of fear and excitement, as I grabbed her hair to pull up her head, and then obediently opened her mouth to take my cock. I started with slow movements in and out of her mouth, letting the circle she had formed for me with her lips gently run back and forth upon the head of my penis. I stroked her hair and told her she was a 'good girl', but that she would have to try a little harder for me. She made a small sound of agreement, muffled through the sound of my penis in her mouth, and tried to move her head so as to more firmly blow my cock. I pulled it straight out of her surprised mouth, and pulling her head up, I slapped her face with my hand. "Did I tell you specifically to do something?! Did I tell you to move your head?!" I interrogated. "Yea...well...no. No. Sorry! I won't do it again...show me how to be better!", she pleaded. I pushed her head back down on the mattress and pushed my cock more f***efully into her mouth. As I could see the strain forming in her eyes as I pushed myself with deeper and rougher thrusts into her mouth, holding the back of her head so she had no chance to pull away. "This is what I mean", I said a little breathless from the thrusting, "This is what I mean." I took a pause from fucking her mouth "That is what I mean, when I say 'try harder'. Try harder to take more from me. To lie there and take more from me like a good submissive whore. Do you get it?" "I do, I get it now. I just want to be a good whore for you." she was a little breathless herself, but less from physical effort and more for suffocation and endurance."Am I being good now?" "We'll see" I answered curtly, not wanting to giving the slight pleasure of feeling she was serving me well, "but for now its probably better you just shut up." I balled up her pink laced panties from the floor and aggressively gagged her mouth with them. She closed her eyes and just lay there face down on the bed, perhaps absorbing the humiliation of having the pretty underwear she had picked out to make her appear more sexy tonight, being used instead to so roughly debase her. Positioning myself behind her, I felt her hips and ass with my hands. Any expectation she might of had that I would push my cock in her pussy was quickly dispelled as I smeared a little spit on her asshole. She started to breath heave though the gag of her lacy panties as my cock, smeared with saliva from her own mouth, started to push its way into her asshole. With a little gasp, her sphincter opened for me and I penetrated deep inside her. As I started to go in and out of her asshole, I heard little wimpers and moans, but she lay there obediently and took everything I gave her. I reached forward and pulled the panties from her mouth. She gasped for air, and then seemed to pant or half-sob. "Does it hurt?" I asked her. "Yes..", she answered hesitantly, straining to look back at me, "...but...but I like it." She let out a yelp as thrust deeply and aggressively into her ass, "You like it like that, yeah?!" "Yes..." she gasped, starting the half-sobbing thing again, "Is it wrong that I like it?" I grabbed her bound wrists with one hand and pushed her face deep into the mattress with the other as I aggressively rode her asshole again. "You a cheap f**king slut, a whore who invites a stranger to tie her up and fuck her ass, to use her again and again and again". I pulled out her asshole, and stood up to look at her bent over the bed, shaking and wimpering. I enjoyed what I had turned this proper-seeming girl into. I climbed onto the bed again and kneeled beside her. Having calmed herself down a little she looked up at me in expectation. "I want you to taste your own ass off my cock" I ordered her. She put her lips over my mouth, and I could feel her tongue upon the base of my penis as she her mouth down and around on it. When I had enjoyed it enough, I grabbed her hair and pulled her back off me. "Tell me, have you ever done anything like this before? Having a stranger use you like this? Huh?" "No, never", she replied. I pushed her head down on my cock and fucked her mouth again for a few moments "I don't believe you. You seem such a willing whore, you love it. I can't believe you haven't done this before." I fucked her mouth again for a short while. She gasped for air as I pulled out, and closed her eyes. "Well, a few times I've sucked off or fucked guys in club toilets - guys who I had only met shortly before, whose names I often didn't know. It was exciting." I ran my cock in and out of her mouth just once, slowly. "Once I invited a stranger back to my place just so he could fuck my ass - I can hardly remember anything about him. He just softened up my ass, fucked me, came in me, and then left me lying there." "And..?" I enquired, "did you like that?" "I...I...loved it..." she wimpered in towards the mattress. "Used whore!" I shouted as I held her head and fucked her face roughly. "I've heard enough stories of what I slut you are" I told her, as I used my cock to push the balled gag of her spit-soaked panties back into her mouth, fucking the lacy material deep in between her lips and teeth. Silencing her, and showing her her only real value to men, to me. I got back behind her and slipped back into her asshole - it opened itself readily for me the second time, it was almost disappointingly effortless. But this was short-lived as she started to groan loudly though her gag, enduring the renewed vigour of the ass-fucking I was now subjecting her to. "Fucking. Pathetic. Whore" I half-grunted, as I penetrated increasingly deeply and roughly into her ass. I now wanted to give this submissive little girl eveything I had, to extract the extremity of selfish orgasmic pleasure from her asshole. i grabbed the camera from the side of the bed that I had been using to occasionally photograph and record her abuse. Holding it up near her face I wanted to record her submissiveness, and reaction to being so roughly used in this way. Seeing herself being recorded, her face twisted into a pathetci sad little expression, but she could not take her gaze of her own image, she couldn't stop looking at her own abuse and debasement. In truth, the pathetic muffled little moans coming out of her panty stuffed mouth only turned me on more and made me drive my cock even harder into her asshole. Keeping the camera on her face the whole time, I came triumphantly, shooting my cum into her asshole with series of domineering orgasmic grunts. As I started to pull out of her, her gasping subsided, and the decreasing soft tones of her wimpers indicated she was glad the ordeal was over. I took the gag carefully from her mouth. I sat back for a moment in the chair opposite the bed, recovering myself and looking over the woman I had just made such good use of. She continued to lie in position, her head lying on the mattress, her eyes closed. Who knows what was going though her head - in truth I didn't really care. I smiled at seeing a fleck of remaining cum sitting just outside her asshole, I was satisfied at having left something physically inside her. Feeling generous in the after-glow of satisfaction I had obtained through her submissive invitation, I decided to reward her for her obedience and service. Her hands still bound behind her, I showed her the photos and the video I had taken of her abuse and touching her already drowned pussy - she came very quickly, probably not even needing the pictures the thoughts of her abuse also still vivid in her head. I dressed and then loosening the t-shirt binding her arms I made to leave the hotel room. "The photos?" she asked, as I approached the door. "Yeah? Can I keep them?" I asked. "Yes..." she paused " if you are going to use them, promise me you will blur out my face... and send me on a link, so I can enjoy them too... And... I might want to meet up... to do this again sometime...?" "Sure, of course, just contact me and we'll see" I closed the door, and left her to herself, lying naked over the edge of the hotel bed.

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