I was in the room by 11, as we'd agreed, as in our previous meetings. It was basic, but it suited our needs. He'd texted me to say he was running late and that I should get myself ready, wait for him with the door on the latch. It wasn't the first time and I knew exactly what he wanted.
I stripped naked, showered, pulled on those lacy red panties he'd come to love so much. Checked my phone, another text, another estimated time of arrival. I had twenty minutes to idly surf the web for the usual porn, keeping me on heat for him.
As the time approached my heart beat a little faster. I got into position opposite the door, kneeling. Tied the blindfold over my eyes so I could see nothing but blackness. Locked my wrists into the handcuffs behind my back. Waited. It's very easy to lose track of time that way...
The door rattled and I heard it being pushed open. Another intake of breath – I knew whatt he wanted, and how he wanted it, and I was ready. He was crossing the room, not losing any time. I heard the sound of his belt being slipped out, his shes being kicked off, then he was there, in front of me. I could feel the presence of his body.
His cock was out and hardening already as he offered it to my opening lips. As it had been many times, but this time... I knew it was silly, but it felt a little larger, thicker. But I had little time to savour it with my tongue. His hands were on hy head and his cock pressing relentlessly into my mouth. I knew he sometimes liked it like that and as his meat pushed towards the back of my throat I made every effort not to gag.
He pulled back then thrust in, all the way, his balls meeting my chin. I gasped and felt my eyes water a little. Held it there for a long moment then repeated the move. And again. Silently fucking my mouth. Long strokes, rhythmic, like a living machine. I could only kneel and take it. I knew him well enough to trust him – just as well – this was harder than his usual fuck.
I knew he would come quickly the first time and when I felt him tense and throb in my mouth I knew he was close. He held steady and I felt the spasm as he came, and how! How long had he been saving that one up? I can usually swallow quite easily, but this was a challenge.
He slowly softend and pulled out, offering his cock for me to lick clean.
I stayed kneeling as he stepped back, pulling on his trousers, finding his shoes – I didn't expect that, wondered if he was going to make me wait there while he had a coffee downstairs. Then I heard him rummaging in my bag. Had he forgotten his handcuff key? I always had a spare with me, just in case.
I felt him push something into my panties and smiled. The banknote was something we did, a sign that I was his whore. Then he stepped around me and put the key in the lock, turned it... I heard quick steps across the room, the door closing.
The cuffs came off easily and I pulled off the blindfold. The room was empty. I checked my phone. Another text – "sorry, can't make it, I asked someone to release you".
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