We arrive back at the hotel entrance and I hand you the room key, telling you to head up and freshen up and that I will join you shortly. You arrive at the elevator at the same time a couple does, and it isn’t until they exit on a floor before you that you realize that the woman had been looking at your legs. You glance down and see there is still a substantial amount of semen visible.

Flushed, you hurry into the room once you reach the right floor. You relieve yourself and begin cleaning up. You take the dress off and wash yourself, working to make yourself as presentable as possible. You finish your ablutions and use your toothbrush and brush from your bag.

As you put things away, you notice that yours is the only bag in the room. You begin to snoop a little. Every drawer and shelf is empty. The only things hanging in the closer are the complimentary robes. You begin to panic and wonder if I’m even returning.

Just as your worry spikes, you hear the door unlock and I enter. I stop just inside the door, entranced by your still naked body. You see that I’ve brought a travel bag of my own and I, seeing your gaze, chuckle a bit and inform you that I had to run to my car and get it.

I tell you to get comfortable while I clean up a bit. I disappear into the bathroom while you take out your phone to scroll, determined to force yourself to be comfortable nude. After a few minutes, I emerge and tell you to stand up.

I bring you to the side of the bed and stand behind you as we both look into the full length dressing mirror the room has. I’m still dressed from the evening, which makes your nakedness even more pronounced and you tremble a bit. I reach into my pocket and pull out a sleeping mask. I brush the hair from your face and gently place in on you, blocking your view.

“Stand perfectly still.” I whisper into your ear.

You hear me move away, followed by the thumping of my shoes being removed. Then you hear the tussle of my clothes being removed. The following silence lasts a moment until you sense me circling you. You feel my erection press into you from behind as I return to my position there and you flush as I smell your neck before placing a soft kiss there.

“Did you like this evening?”

You just nod, the blindfold inducing some new level of shyness in you.

“Speak up.”

“Yes, sir. I enjoy this evening.”

“Good girl. Did you enjoy being my little fuck toy where anyone could see?”

A vivid memory of the alleyway sweeps into your mind’s eye, and you shiver as you answer.

“Yes, sir. I enjoyed being your fuck toy.”

“Good. We’re not done, yet.”

With that, you feel your left arm pulled out from your body slightly and a softness surrounds your wrist. Almost like you have been grasped by a large stuffed animal. You arm is released back to your side, and you feel a hardness against your hip from whatever has been put on you. The process is repeated for your right arm.

Your arms are now pulled behind your back. Your hands are close enough to touch each other, and you hear a clicking noise and now notice that your wrists are bound together somehow. You can’t move them more than a couple of inches apart. It isn’t uncomfortable, but you panic slightly.

“Relax. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Those worse are spoken in such a way to almost case a spell, and you believe them instantly and calm yourself.

You hear me sit on the bed and my hands grab your hips, slowly pulling you backwards and guiding you to sit on my lap. As you do so, you feel my hardness along your back and brush it with your fingers. Once settled, I lift you slightly once again, this time adjusting your position so that my shaft slides between your thighs and is now pressed against your lips and clit, the head touching the bottom of your belly. Your bound hands are now pressed between us.

My feet slide between yours, and I use that to lever your legs apart until you are spread quite far apart. My hands leave your hips now, and with one wrapped around your waist the other lifts off the blindfold so you can see the two of us.

In the mirror, you see mostly yourself, but with my erection jutting up between your legs blocking the view to your slit. Due to your arms pinned back, your breasts jut out proudly, with your erect nipples on full display. My hands return to your hips, pushing upward to help you lift enough to see my head slip back and I stop you as our parts align and I can start lowering you back down.

You stare transfixed as you see my cock disappear into you inch by inch until you are fully impaled upon me. You can see my balls resting underneath with my entire length inside you, filling your tightness more than you though possible thanks to how spread out you are.

I pull your hair back with one hand and you can see me eyes looking over your shoulder into the mirror to take in the same sight. We sit like this for a few moments, savoring the feel of your bound and controlled body holding my cock deep inside.

The hand on your hip moves to where we are joined, and you feel my fingers examine your spread lips and extended clitoris. I press against you, shifting our angle in such a way that you feel me move inside you a bit. As I release that pressure, your hips rock forward as you chase my hand, which causes you to slide off me a little. I press again, starting a rhythmic movement where you grind against me while feeling me fuck into with each move.

Once our bodies are moving like this, my other hand moves from your hair to your neck, grabbing you firmly and squeezing. I see your eyes roll back and your mouth opens with a soft yelp of surprise. Using your neck and cunt as handles, I move your body up and down, back and forth, fucking myself with your willing hole.

Your gaze keeps returning to the sight in the mirror. Your breasts bouncing and hips rocking. What keeps drawing your attraction most, though, is the view of my shaft getting wetter and wetter each time it emerges from you, your juices now coating it and running down onto my balls in much the same way my seed ran down your legs earlier in the evening. That memory combined with the sights and sensations of the now overwhelm you and you scream as you cum. I hold you firmly down on me, rubbing your clit furiously to enhance and lengthen your pleasure.

Your hips twitch and your back arches as you ride this wave. I ease off my attack, letting your come down and I let go of your throat.

“My turn.”

I move my hands to your waist and take a firm hold of you. I move you up and down slowly, at first. More of me is visible each time as I stroke higher and longer, obviously enjoying the feeling of going from almost fully embedded in you to where just my head is inside. Your legs, previously weakened from your orgasm, work with me to lift up and down, making it easier to fuck you.

The pace picks up, and soon you are quite rapidly moving up and down, your hair wildly tossing around.

“Beg for my cum, my sweet little fuck toy. Prove to me what a good cumslut you are.”

I’m grunting out the words as I exert myself, and your responses are just as broken up between your heavy breaths.

“Please use me to cum, sir. Shoot your cum into my hungry cunt. I want you to make me a sloppy mess.”

“You’re such a good little slut. I’m going to fill you up.”

“I want it so much. Give it all to me, sir. I’m your good little toy and I exist only to be used for your pleasure. Cum in my tight little cunt, sir.”

Our dirty talk trades back in forth, each of us egging the other on and soon enough I pull you down one last time and with a growled shout I start cumming in you. Your eyes immediately go to the mirror and you can see my balls contract and my shaft pulse as I do exactly what I promised and fill your vagina with my seed. This triggers another orgasm for you, and I struggle to keep us upright.

I recover first, and unlatch your bindings so that your arms can move freely. We both immediately fall backwards onto the bed and roll to the side. I start to remove the cuffs from your hands, but you stop me.

“Sir? May I sleep with these on, please?”

I smile at your request, and we snuggle up to the pillows together and I pull the comforter over us as we both fall asleep, exhausted from our first day together.