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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I take the taxi to the hotel in West London and review my notes for the business meeting in the cab. I know that I have to be prepared for the business meeting tomorrow despite bringing you to my city for our first engagement. But, I know too that since this is our first time to meet, I don’t want to be in a hurry. When the cab arrives at the hotel, I pay the fare and go check in. The room is nice and the bed is large and comfortable. The room is fairly high up and the large windows open to a nice view of the city. I smile to myself, thinking about having you stand naked against the window with your arms and legs spread. The thought causes me to begin to get an erection but I turn and put my things away. I turn on the TV and wait for you to call.
After about an hour, I am getting nervous because you haven't called. I worry that something has happened or you changed your mind, or lost my contact information, or wrote it down wrong and have called the wrong hotel. Finally, the phone rings and when I answer, there you are. You are downstairs and I suggest that I come down and that we go to the restaurant to get a bite to eat before coming upstairs. You agree and we hang up. I come down and look around the lobby and spot you immediately. You look at me and it is clear you recognise me. I walk calmly to you and you get up and wait by your chair. When I get to you, you smile and look down. I reach out and take your hand, giving it a squeeze. It feels lovely to me. "Give me a hug, sweetie," I say softly. You smile and put your arms around me and we hug. The hug goes on and I can feel that the anticipation leading to this moment has been building within you as you hold me tightly. "I think it would be inappropriate for you to kneel for me here in the lobby, Lisa, but you can kneel on the sofa. It will look like you chose that instead of sitting." You let go and kneel on the couch, the skirt I told you to wear settling modestly over your thighs.
I sit and take you in. "You look just as lovely as I knew you would," I tell you and you blush again.
"Thank you, Sir," you say softly. "I am so glad you are here. I have been very nervous about the meeting, but it feels very good to me." I smile, for although you always type the word “you” with a capital letter I almost feel that I hear it when you say it.
I nod and say "Good honey, because I am not going to hurt you in anyway that you don't like, and I know from all our conversations what is suitable. At anytime, if I do something that scares you, you are given permission right now to tell me so. You must then tell me why so we can work together on not having you be scared."
Your eyes are so big and round but they are smiling as you say, "Yes, Sir. Thank you."
I rise and hold out my hand to you. "Come, let's go into the restaurant and get something to eat and talk some more. Then and only then if you are comfortable, shall we go to the room and be alone." You take my hand and we walk to the restaurant and are seated at a table for two, with low romantic lighting and no one very close by. The waiter hands you a menu and then one to me and leaves.
"What may I have, Sir?" You ask, your eyes roaming over my face.
"You may have any salad you would like, and any chicken or non-meat dish you want. You may not have any fish except for shrimp nor any red meat." I reply, looking at the menu myself. You select a dish within those guidelines and tell me what you want. I select a dish as well and close my menu, setting it aside. For a few minutes, we talk about the flight up and I tell you some about the business meeting that caused me to be coming up. The waiter arrives and I tell him to your joy, "My friend will have....".
After he leaves, you blush again, and say, "Sir, that gave me a tingle when you called me your friend."
"Good, my dear. In public you are my friend, in private you are my whore." Smiling, I pass the bread basket to you and you take a roll and return the basket to me. I go on to talk more about the meeting and sooner than we might have expected, our food arrives. As you are served your entree, I say to you so that the waiter hears, "Honey, before you begin to eat, I think there is something you need to do. Do you have panties on?"
*Yes, Sir," you reply, the waiter’s eyes bulge at our opens "Was I not supposed to have them on?"
"No, there was not a specific directive about panties." I say. "But I don't want you to wear panties for dinner. Go to the ladies room and remove them. Then wash your hands and return to the table. When you sit down, don't flash me or anyone, just be modest."
"Yes Sir " you reply. You rise from the table and go off in search of the ladies room. In a little while you return, with the panties wadded into a ball in one hand.
*Sir, I didn't know where to put them. I have no pockets in the skirt." you say.
I raise my hand and summon the waiter. He approaches and can not take his eyes from you. “I believe you have something for our waiter" I say. You look him in the eyes and hold out your hand, he offers his beneath yours and as you open your fingers the bunched up panties fall into his hand. Smiling, I tell him that you wanted him to know how wet you are.
You blush madly but don't look around to see who can see. He folds them and put them in his jacket pocket. We finish our meal, and as the time passes, you squirm a little knowing that you are sitting in a fine restaurant with no panties on, being served by a waiter that has an idea of how naughty you plan to be.
*Do you want to walk around a little, or do you feel safe enough to go up to the room?" I ask you. You squirm a little more in the chair.
"I trust you Sir," you say. "We can go upstairs."
I lead you out of the restaurant and over to the lifts. Whilst we wait for the lift to arrive I ask you how you felt handing your underwear to the waiter. You confess that it really excited you, I reach into my jacket and pull a new pair from within. The doors open, and a male guest steps off the elevator and walks away without noticing that I am holding a small pair of panties in my hand. We step into the lift and I punch the floor for my room and then hand you the panties as the doors begin to close. "Put them on, honey!" I command you.
"Yes, Sir," you reply. You take the panties and turning them in your hand get them right side out and front to front. You bend over slightly and lift your foot to step into them. Your foot slides through the leg hole and you pull them up to just above your knee. Then you lift your other leg to put it through the leghole on the other side. As you do, I reach down and run my hand along your thigh and up under your skirt, but I stop just short of touching your pussy. You finish placing your leg in and pull the panties up under your skirt. The action pushes your skirt up and although I cannot see your pussy, I do get a nice view of your legs. You straighten your skirt, just as the doors open to my floor. I lead you out of the elevator and down the hall.
"Once we have gotten past this first time together, anytime you visit me at a hotel you will be required to stop in the hall, strip completely and enter my room naked." I tell you as we approach the door to my room. I put the key in the lock and continue, "but this time, because it is the first time, you shall not have to do that." Glancing at you, I think you look relieved. I let you in and then close the door behind you.
The room is spacious, with a king sized bed, a desk with a computer and a web-cam, and a couch in addition to the dresser and standard hotel TV. The window is very large, and the drapes are drawn back to allow the view of the city and the nearby buildings. While we aren't on the lower floors, we aren't so high that no other building looks in. I go and sit on the couch and wait.
"Wow," you say. "This is a nice room." You look at me and for a second are puzzled. Suddenly you realise and sink to your knees, hands on thighs with the palms down, shoulders back, head up but eyes modestly downcast. "I am yours, Sir."
"Good girl." I say. "I wondered when you would realise where you should be. It took you a second too long perhaps." I get up and go to the mini-bar. "Would you like something to help you relax a little?" I reach in and pull out a bottle of wine and open it. I pour us each a glass and hand you yours. You take it and start to take a sip.
"Thank you Sir " you say just before sipping. The wine is nice and you sip on it, and as you relax you feel better. You remember that I have given you release words to say in the event that something is too stressful or demanding for you so that you can request a discussion without having to actually say 'no'. In nothing flat, your glass is empty.
"I will give you another if you want, but only because we ate first. I am not here to have you or anyone think I got you d*unk." I say.
"Oh no, Sir," you reply. "I won't get d*unk."
I sit in front of you, and look at your knees. "Open your knees wider, they are too close together." I tell you. You immediately open your legs and I enjoy the view up your skirt now. "Humm, maybe I should have left your panties off...then I would be seeing your smooth pussy now."
You blush, but otherwise feel a thrill run through your body. You are very excited that you are going to get to show me your body finally after all this time. "Whatever you want, Sir."
"Get up and stand in front of the window, facing out to the world." I tell you and you immediately comply. "Now take all of your clothes off." You undo your skirt, and drop it too the floor. You reach up and unbutton your shirt and slip it off your shoulders. You unhook your bra and remove it, adding it to the pile on the floor. You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, but I stop you. "No! Wait! I will do them. Move up to the window, put your hands up high on the window to each side and press your body against the window. Not too hard, I don't want you to break it with those razor sharp nipples I see."
You move to the position I described and your nipples feel the cold of the glass against them. I move a chair behind you and sit down. Reaching out, I hook my fingers into your panties and pull the back down over your butt. Your bare cheeks are exposed to me and I slap each one lightly, though not to cause you pain at all. Then I push the panties lower and they slide halfway down your thighs. I reach between your legs and feel the soft, smooth and tender skin of your pussy for the first time. With my free hand, I push the panties on down to your ankles. "Step out of them, spread your legs and press your pussy against the window for the world to see your Sir playing with it."
You step out of the panties and open your legs to about shoulder width. You tilt your hips forward so that your bare mons rubs the cold glass, but the heat in your body no longer cares as my finger slides back and forth along your slit, rubbing in from the back. My finger tip finds your clit and you moan, almost out of control and already on the verge of cumming for the first time. I slide my hand back and forth, making my finger slide along the now wet slit. My moistened fingertip glides across your clit and you cry out, "Sir, I am about to cum."
"Yes, you may cum my baby." I whisper, having risen to breath in your ear. My body crushes your naked body against the window and my fingertip flicks your clit back and forth and you cum so hard your legs begin to give out. But for my hand between your legs, you would have crumpled to the floor. I hold you up by your crotch as your hips thrust and buck and your orgasm consumes your energy. Finally, when it is over, I lower you slowly to the floor when you sit in a heap trying to catch your breath.
"That is only the first of several orgasms you will have tonight before I will allow you to sleep or to have my cum,” I say. You can only nod as yet because you are still out of breath. "Go into the bathroom and fill the tub. I want to bathe you."
You cannot yet walk so you crawl into the bathroom and start the water running. I come in and stand behind you as you adjust the temperature of the water and then crawl into the tub. I take the soap and begin to lather you up, soaping under your arms and along your back and down your tits. As my soapy fingers slide over your tits for the first time, your nipples harden and the tingle runs to your core. I push my hands down your tummy and between your legs from the front. "Up onto the edge of the tub. I want to shave your pussy for you.” I sit you on the side of the tub, your knees wide and your hips thrust forward so your pussy lips are off the edge. I soap your pussy up and your body responds immediately and your labia flush and open. I take the safety razor and carefully shave your mons and then your lips. I open your lips to be sure no hair hides in the folds. When I am done, I gesture and you sit in the water again. I slip my hand under you and wash your ass crack with soap, my finger sliding slickly over your asshole. Your body quivers with anticipation, as you know that means I intend to lick you there because I told you that I would but only after I had washed it myself.
My finger rubs back and forth across your asshole, and then begins to work into it a little bit. You gasp in surprise, not at the fact that I have done so, but at how pleasurable it is. Immediately, you feel your clit start to throb. I know what the gasp represents, so I tell you, "Get up on your knees, sitting back in the water on your ankles...hold the side of the tub so you don't fall over."
You obey, pulling your knees under you and sitting back on your ankles which leaves your ass and pussy in the water but no longer pressed against the bottom of the tub. My hand returns to your asshole, and my finger opens it slightly and my finger goes into you to the first knuckle. You have been training you ass, as you have been instructed, but it never has felt this good. I slide my other hand down your tummy and along your slit. My fingertip pushes back the hood over your clit to expose it and then begins small circles.
You cannot help but moan in pleasure, surprised at how suddenly your body responded and so quickly after the other orgasm. Your hips try to move pushing first back onto the finger in your ass and then away. The movement of your muscles makes your ass tighten on my finger and then relax. My finger on your clit begins to guide your movements.
"Lisa, reach up and play with your titties for Sir ..pinch your nipples." I say to you. You take your hands from the sides of the tub and cup your titties and roll your nipples between your thumb and forefinger. The combination of sensations and my directions are driving you rapidly to another orgasm. Suddenly, I pull my finger from your ass, and remove my finger from your clit. Reaching up I pull your hands from your titties, but you are teetering on the brink of orgasm, your breath coming in short gasps. Your hips continue to move in the water, the hump of woman about to cum but not quite able to.
"Oh Sir… I am... right… oh… on the brink… of…. cumming… if you touch me... again… at all... I will cum... I cannot... control it." you moan.
"Let's see if I can make you cum the next time I touch you." I say. I lean in close and whisper softly in your ear, "You are so close to cumming that if I touch you anywhere, the sensations will go right to your clit and you will think I am licking your clit with my tongue and you will cum immediately. And you have my permission to cum again." And, with that, I slide my fingertip over your still throbbing clit and the instant I touch it, you begin to shake and the orgasm rolls through your body. You don’t have any idea where I really touched you but know that wherever it was, it was as I said it would be and felt as if it were your clit.
I rub your clit slowly to finish the orgasm, and then I remove my finger from you. You are holding to the edge of the tub to not fall over again. "Wow you say," not sure where I really touched you but thinking that the suggestion made it feel like your clit.
I gesture and take a fresh towel and hold it open for you. You stand, letting the water begin to drain from the tub and step out onto the floor mat. I dry your back, and then your breasts. I dry your pussy and then your butt. I hand you the towel then to finish and I go back into the bedroom, but you see that my cock is very hard in my pants and you know that you have given me pleasure. You finish drying and hang the towel on the rod. Then you walk in the room, your back straight, shoulders back to show off your tits as you know I want you to walk. You come to before me and kneel again, opening your knees so your pussy is exposed as it should be. Your hands rest on your thighs with your palms down, but you are careful to keep your shoulders and elbows back to keep your breasts up nicely.
I smile at you and say, "You are doing well, Lisa. Are you having fun so far?"
Nodding, with your eyes wide with wonder, you say, "Oh yes, Sir… oh my yes."
“Good,” I reply. “We have a lot more to do tonight.”
As you kneel before me, your legs open, shoulders back, and with your palms on your thighs, I look up and down your naked body which is still flushed from your bathing. I wait and just look at you. You watch me for a little while and then realise I am waiting for something. You aren't sure what you are supposed to be doing so you finally ask. "Sir, what can I do for you now? Is there something specific you want me to do?"
"Stand up, go get that desk chair and place it in front of the window about two feet from the glass. Put your butt against the window." I say. "Then bend over and spread your legs as wide as you can. Keep your butt pushed against the window and support your upper body with your shoulders on the seat of the chair."
Nodding, you get up and follow my directions, moving the chair into place and then turning to press your naked butt against the window. As you bend down to put your shoulders on the seat of the chair and spread your legs, your knees have to bend slightly and your pussy lips lightly come in contact with the window. You realise how open you are to the whole city and your pussy begins to ooze its juices yet again. You look at me and I have begun to read a book so you relax, leaning your pussy against the window.
After perhaps 15 minutes your legs are beginning to get tired. "Sir, how long do I have to stay this way? My legs are getting really tired." You shift you weight back and forth but the movement sends chills up your pussy. You give a small gasp at the unexpected sensations and continue to move your butt a little rubbing your pussy lips against the glass.
"Did I say rub your pussy on the window?" I ask you.
"No, Sir " you reply and stop moving. I close my book and get up from my chair and walk over to stand beside you. "I wonder if you left pussy juice on the window." Reaching down, I pull your butt away from the window and, sure enough, there is a smear where your pussy has been pressing. "Tsk tsk" I say, shaking my head from side to side. "You have messed up my window. Now how will all those poor voyeurs out there get to see you clearly if you smear up the window with pussy juice?" I slap your butt in a firm spank. Then I stroke it again. The sting is real but goes right to your clit instead of being painful. "Now turn around and lick that smear off the window." I say.Sir
You blink but turn and lean forward and lick the window where your pussy was pressed. I step back and watch you licking the window. I go into the bathroom and get a hand towel and give it to you.
"Now polish the glass so it is clear again." As you polish the glass with the hand towel, I go and open a drawer in the dresser, and take out a short but full skirt and a blouse which is cut off to be a ‘cropped top’. "When you have finished using that towel on the window, use it to wipe your pussy off and come put these clothes on." I say , tossing them on the bed. I then turn and go into the bathroom. You hear me unzip my pants and in a few seconds, you hear the stream and know I am peeing in the toilet. You want so badly to come and peek and see what my cock looks like, but you are afraid to since I didn't give you permission. So, you finish wiping the glass, wipe your pussy off and then you pick up the skirt and put it on. It fits perfectly though it is a little shorter than you have ever worn before. You slip your arms into the blouse and button it and it too fits perfectly. Then you kneel in the position, your knees open, elbows and shoulders back as you know you are to be in that position when not told otherwise.
You hear the zipper of my fly and then I flush the toilet. You hear the sink water running for a bit as I wash my hands. I step into the room and look at you kneeling. "Good girl," I say. It makes you smile again for you are now constantly craving my praise. "Get up now, and come with me." I open the door and step out into the hall.
"Sir, uh … what about... um... panties or a bra or shoes and socks?" You begin moving toward the door though.Sir
"Yes, bring your shoes . But no panties or bra are needed." I reply. Just then a couple passes down the hall and looks sideways into the room at us, having overheard my comment about no panties or bra. You pick up your shoes and hold them in your hand as you walk out to me in the hall, blushing at the funny look from the passing couple.
I shut the door to the room and start down the hall. You quickly scurry along to catch up. As we reach the lift, a family of four shows up too, the parents in their 60s, the children in their early twenties. The family consists of a man and wife, and their son and daughter. We are all standing around waiting for the elevator to arrive and you are hurriedly pulling on your and shoes and I notice the father and the boy both watching you. Your body isn't really revealed but your nipples are hard and pressed to the material of the blouse. The short skirt shows off your legs and that is where the father's eyes seem to be glued.
"Where are we going, Sir " you ask innocently, knowing the game that we are playing in front of these people and enjoying it more than you thought you would. The father's eyes flick to me and then return to your legs. The girl's eyes go to you for the first time and then to me and back to you. The mother is rattling on about what they are going to do tomorrow and is unaware of all of the looking back and forth that is going on.
"Just out for a little walk, honey," I say. Reaching out, I flick my hand over your breast and nipple, brushing at imaginary lint on your blouse. "I think the cat must have gotten in to the suitcase while you were packing honey," I say. "You have little bits of very light colored cat hair all over that blouse." You glance at me and then down at your breasts as my hand brushes the other nipple through the material. You look up and see the father and the brother, and the sister all staring at your erect nipples and the girl's mouth is hanging open in amazement.
"I should have checked it Sir I am sorry." you say as you look up to my face, your nipple hot and burning with each touch of my hand. You never realised what a turn on it would be to have me touching you in front of people like this. You feel a blush creeping onto your face, but just then the doors to the elevator open and you and I move into the elevator. The family follows us and turns their back to us. They push the button for the lobby and I ask them to press the button for the pool area for us. The girl pushes the button for the pool area and then turns to look at you and smiles.
I pretend I don't notice as you return her smile. Reaching behind you, I slip my hand over your butt and down to the bottom of the skirt. You see the girl's eyes go down as she notices the movement. You see her eyes get big as she realises I am rubbing your butt. Then, I slip my hand under your skirt, making it go high on your hip, and showing her you aren't wearing panties. You see her mouth drop open again. You see her nudge her brother who looks first at her and then follows her eyes to look at you. The parents are chatting away unaware of us behind them. The brother glances at his parents and turns slightly towards you, and you can see that he has gotten a hard-on that is making his pants stand out. The sister puts her hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she cannot believe her eyes.
I massage your bare ass cheek, and run my fingers around on your hip making your skirt go even higher. You are looking at the boy's hard-on and blushing but your nerves are transmitting signals to your clit and it is beginning to throb again. Without saying anything, I reach down with my other hand and pull the front of your skirt up, showing the brother and sister your smooth, freshly shaved pussy.
You stand there, shoulders back, proud of your pussy and feeling completely aroused already again. Too quickly, the elevator arrives at the pool floor, and I drop your skirt. The parents move out of our way and we step out. As you look back, the doors begin to close and the brother's hard-on looks like it wants to tear his pants, while the girl has put her hand on her pussy over her jeans and is rubbing herself slightly. You smile and wave goodbye as the door shuts and the elevator moves on.
"Oh my, Sir," You say to me. "What if they tell?"Sir
"I don't think it will be a problem," I reply. I lead you around the corner and we start down the hall toward the pool area. There is no one in the hall so I say, "Pull your skirt up above your waist, and rub you pussy while we walk. If anyone steps into the hall, then stop playing and drop your skirt."
"Yes, Sir " you reply. You pull the skirt up above your waist and begin to touch your clit with your fingertip as you walk. The immediate flood of sensation almost makes you stumble, but you barely maintain your balance and keep up. When we get to the door to the pool, I stop you just out of sight of the glass door.
"We have to be more careful here." I say. "Sometimes, hotels have security cameras covering areas like this. Let your skirt down and suck on that finger as we go in." You drop the skirt and move your finger from your clit to your mouth. I open the door and we walk into the very humid covered pool area. I lead you around the pool and we look for the security cam.
Finding none, I am relieved, but there are five people in the pool area. One is a couple, sitting poolside. You think the guy looks familiar but you don't stare. A woman is in the pool by herself, swimming laps. A guy is in the pool, just relaxing. The last person is a guy sitting at a table with a canned drink of some sort. "Now, don't be too modest, but don't be too open either... Try to act sort of modestly immodest." I say.
"What do you mean, Sir " you ask just before I bump you with my hip and you topple into the shallow end of the pool with a great deal of noise and splashing about. "Oh honey," I say as you come up, sputtering pool water. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Sir " you reply as your hands push your wet hair out of your eyes, but the wet white blouse turns transparent making you appear topless in the water and showing off your breasts and nipples. Everyone's eyes are on you. The skirt floats up and your bottom is bare underwater, and flashed with the moving waves of the pool. You realise that the idea is that you aren't to worry about what shows, but we have made it look like an accident. "You have to get in too, Sir!" you say. Your arms go to your sides and your erect nipples show clearly through the transparent wet material. The man in the water slips under the water to look at you, knowing he will get a clear view of your naked bottom.
"No, I am not going swimming in my clothes, but I will go get you a towel so you can dry off, honey," I say. I leave you standing exposed in the water and walk casually over to the towel supply rack and fetch you one of the hotel towels. I return and stand near the steps where the man in the pool has come up for air, as he is near the steps. "It will be easier to get out over here, honey," I call to you. You begin walking in the waist deep water, your skirt still floating up to the surface. The man goes underwater again as you walk toward him, giving him a clear view of your sweet pussy.
As you climb the steps, I reach out and take your hands. The pool water deposits your skirt in a wet clump on your hips, but not low enough to cover anything. As you climb the steps, your bare ass and pussy are fully exposed. You make no move to pull the skirt down, but take the towel from me and begin to dry your head. All of the eyes at the pool are on you and the woman swimming laps has even stopped to stare.
As you dry your hair, you pull the wet blouse away from your breasts as if to hide them from the onlookers, but the material sticks to them again immediately. You begin trying to dry the blouse with the towel, pretending you don't realise your pussy and ass are exposed by the clumped skirt. As you move the towel over your body, your breasts move back and forth and you play with them with the towel. Your nipples are sharp points beneath the shirt. Looking down, I see that the guy in the pool has taken his cock out and is stroking it under water. You see me looking and you look down at him and then back up at me. I smile at you so you smile at him and continue wiping the shirt but turn toward him so he can see your pussy better. He squirts a white stream into the pool as he cums. Then you pretend to notice that you need to pull your skirt down and reach down and pull the sides of the hem down. The skirt falls wetly into place and you resume drying off.
"Let's go back to the room and get you some dry clothes, honey," I say.
"Yes, Sir" you reply. "I don't think it would be too cool to go out this way." You grasp the front of your shirt, and pull it away from your breasts which lets air get under it and you fan the material by pumping your hand in and out making the material slap against your skin and come away with each stroke. Sir
"Bring the towel," I say. "The hotel puts them all back into the same laundry. We will go back up to the room." I lead you to the door, open the glass door and out into the hall we go. Once the door is shut, you begin to giggle.
"Sir, that was so fun. Did you see that guy pull his cock out?" you ask. “He came in the pool!"
I nod in reply but lead you down the hall. "We must return to the room now baby. Pull your skirt up in front only and play with your clit as we walk, but don't cum." At the elevator, we stand waiting for an up elevator, and you stand there, legs open and rubbing your pussy. You stop as the bell announces the arrival of the elevator, but the door opens to an empty elevator. We enter and you immediately resume playing with your clit as I pick our floor. I watch you rubbing yourself, your finger disappearing into the smooth slit as the elevator rises. Finally, just as your knees are getting weak and you are afraid that you are about to cum, the elevator arrives at our floor.
We walk down the hall, and though you are still playing with your clit, the walking activity keeps you from cumming. When we get to the room, I put the key in the lock and then look at you. "Do you remember the rule, honey?" You look at me a second, then remember and step back to the middle of the hall. I open the door and you look up and down the hall in each direction and then quickly take off the wet blouse. You drop it to the floor and undo your skirt and remove it. You look down the hall again, feeling very aroused and further excited by being completely naked in the hallway. You go down on your knees, pick up the wet clothes and crawl into the room.
Once you have entered the room, I shut the door and go into the bathroom. "Wring out the clothes the best you can and hang them on a towel rack." I tell you, gesturing to the far wall. "Then dry off and brush your hair out. When you are done, come back in the room. I am going to get prepared for our next adventure." With that I leave and go into the other room.
You dry off and use the hair dryer to brush out your hair. When you have fixed it again, you come out and see me sitting at the desk. You come over to me and kneel with your knees open, back straight, head up, presenting your body in the open manner you know that I like. "I have finished what you told me to do Sir," you say.
Looking up, you see that I seem to be fiddling with a paint brush and reading a piece of paper. You wait patiently, knowing that I will tell you when I am ready for you to do something else. For several minutes, nothing happens but then I take a black glass jar from the table and begin to shake it. The jar has a white lid, but you aren't sure what it is. You notice now there are some other jars of varying shades of grey. You hear the sound of liquid sloshing in the jar I am shaking. Finally, I stop shaking it and set it on the table top. I open it and you smell an unusual smell but you aren't sure what it is.
"Stand up, honey," I say to you. "Stand her with your legs open a little wider than your shoulders." You rise and spread your feet as directed. You realise that the jar contains black paint of some sort. You watch as I dip the brush into the paint and then move to a sitting position on the floor in front of you. I paint around your leg at about mid-thigh. Then, I paint the other leg at about mid-thigh. This ring of black is placed on each thigh at the same distance above your knee and goes all the way around your thigh. By the time the second band is painted, the first band seems to be dry. Then I reach up and I paint a band around across your tummy about half-way between your belly button and the top of your pussy. I gesture and you turn and the band continues around the top of your buttocks just at the top of your crack and completes the loop. Then, I quickly begin to paint from the band on your thighs up to the band at your abdomen.
You realise that I am filling in all the skin that is showing between the bands on your thighs and the band at your waist. I paint over your pussy, even working the brush and paint into your slit and all of your labial folds. "Bend your knees some and open wide for me," I say. I paint between your legs, completely covering your labia with black paint and into the labia, covering even the inner lips with the paint. You feel the tickle of the brush over your clit and then all around the opening to your vagina. At my signal, you turn and I paint your ass completely. The brush tickles as it slides between your ass cheeks, wet with cold paint, covering even your puckered asshole.
"Bend over now," I say. You bend and I paint even more filling in your ass crack and the last bit of pink of pussy that shows. The paint dries quickly but is a supple latex and doesn't crack. "This is a special rubberised paint. It won't hurt you and will move with you, and I can get it off easily with a gentle solvent later." I make you stay bent until the paint in your crack and slit have dried. When you stand up, you can see yourself in the mirror, and you are amazed for it looks like you have shorts on because the blackness hides so much detail that you can't really even be sure you can see your slit. I get up and sit on the chair again and you turn to me. I paint a ring around your chest just under your titties. Then I paint a line over each shoulder. You realise that I am now painting a bra on you. I paint your titties completely, and now, you look almost like you have on a skin-tight form-fitting sports bra.
I close the jar and take a smaller brush and pick up a dark gray jar and shake it. I open the jar and dip the small brush in it and begin to paint around the edges of the "bra". As you watch, you realise I am making it look like there is a seam along each of the exposed edges and you are amazed and how quickly the "bra" becomes real.
Then I sit on the floor and quickly paint the seam around the waistband and each leg as well. I paint a barely visible line down the middle of the front and into your slit, making a painted camel toe. I paint a similar seam down the back to disappear into your butt crack. I put all the paints up and stand and look at you. The illusion is tremendous. You really look as if you are in a skin tight and stretchy pair of exercise shorts and a sports bra but indeed you are completely naked. "Walk back and forth a little and let's make sure I didn't miss a spot."
You walk across the room and back, very aware of feeling naked but when you look in the mirror you look like you are dressed. Suddenly you suspect you know what I am going to have you do next and a thrill runs through your body. You look at me with questioning eyes but say nothing.
"Ok, put your dry socks and these new tennis shoes on," I tell you. You sit gingerly so as not to make the paint peel and pull your socks on. Tying your shoes completes the illusion and you look ready for a workout. *Now, slip this blouse on, but don't button it," I say as
I hand you a plain white blouse I purchased for you earlier. You slip it on, and let it hang, and it hides just enough of the details of your breasts that the image is complete. "I think you could even get photographed and people wouldn't realise you were just painted."
Quickly, I change into a pair of exercise shorts and a tee shirt giving you a bit of a glimpse of my cock and balls. My cock appears to be partially hard, but not fully erect. As you see it, another thrill goes through you. Pulling on my workout socks and tennis shoes, I am ready as well. I hand you a little workout towel and tuck the room key into my shorts pocket.
Opening the door, I gesture. "So, let's go down to the exercise room." You knew it was coming, but you are still stunned that I am having you go out with absolutely nothing on except the open shirt. Walking to the door, you step out into the hall just as a couple of guys go walking by. They are talking but both look at you and look up and down in clear interest. I step out and close the door and take your hand and we begin to walk toward the elevators behind the two guys. At the elevator lobby one of them pushes the call button, and turns to look at you though he is still talking to his friend.
Very quickly, an elevator arrives and you and I enter the elevator first. You can almost feel their eyes on your naked butt as we walk in. They get on and press the button for the lobby. I pretend not to notice and am just talking to you about the meeting I will have to go to tomorrow and how important it is. The guys try to pretend they aren't looking but they are both looking at your crotch, trying to see the camel toe that your shorts have formed. You cannot decide if you should open your legs or cross them. You are a little embarrassed but you are so turned on at the same time that you feel almost d*unk with arousal.
The lift arrives on the lobby floor and the guys step out. I take your hand and lead you into the main floor elevator lobby where a group of people getting on the elevator suddenly falls silent. The group stops moving and both the men and the women stare at you. Finally, they get on the elevator as it begins to buzz from being held open so long. I walk you out into the lobby a little way and then pretending that I realised I forgot where we were going, I say, "Oh, the exercise room is on the second floor. I was too busy talking." I lead you back to the elevator and we call for an elevator.
As we wait, I say softly to you, "Don't you think you should bend over and stretch the backs of your legs a little?" Smiling now, you bend at the waist, holding your legs straight and touch your toes. Your naked and painted butt and slit are presented to the lobby but no one is close enough to call us on it and I know I checked to be sure you would look covered even when you bent over.
"Good thing those shorts don't show wetness too well," I say, chuckling. You straighten and smile and nod. Your legs are a little weak because you are so aroused and you want to touch your clit so badly but know you mustn't until I tell you to.
The elevator arrives and we get on and I punch the button for the floor with the exercise room. The elevator takes us there quickly and we exit. Walking down the hall, there is little sound but the material of my shorts rubbing together between my thighs because your shorts make no noise. I use my key and open the door to the exercise room. There are two women and three guys in the room, exercising on various pieces of equipment. We enter the room, and I gesture to one of the treadmills.
“Why don't you lay your shirt and towel on that chair honey, and I will help you set the treadmill controls." You nod, and slip the shirt off and lay it on the chair with your towel. You turn, knowing you are completely naked now and step up on the treadmill. You begin to walk as I move the control up to a nice brisk pace and your titties bounce nicely as you step. I go to another machine and begin to walk as well.
Over the next several minutes everyone in the room is spending most of their time watching your lovely body as you walk naked on the treadmill. You begin to break out in a light sweat from the exercise and the movement of your thighs back and forth is making the latex paint pull slightly on your clit with each step, first in one direction and then in the other direction. Looking down your legs, I can see that the wet sheen of your inner thighs is way more than just some sweat as your pussy juices flow freely. You look at me with pleading in your eyes, wanting permission to cum. I shake my head just slightly to say no.
After several minutes of this, I stop my machine and come to stand beside you, my hard-on evident in my shorts. "Do you want to stop walking and rest a minute?" I ask you.
"Yes, Sir please," you reply and I stop the treadmill. About the same time, the younger woman comes up on your other side and stands very close to you.
"I must know what brand of shorts those are," she says quietly. "They look so tight they must feel painted on." She glances around the room at all the guys staring at your body. Then her eyes go to your erect nipples. "Even the top is fabulous," she says. "Are they comfortable?" she asks.
"Oh yes, but very erotic," you reply. You glance at me and I am just smiling at you. "They do feel painted on," you say.
"May if feel the material?" she says but without waiting for permission reaches out to touch your hip. She frowns and runs her finger along your hip. "That really does feel like paint," she says, looking up at you and then over at me. She looks back at the waistband of your "shorts" and tries to put her finger in the waistband. Suddenly, she realises that indeed it is paint and that you are naked before her. She takes her hand back and says, "Oh I see why it is so erotic." She glances at the others in the room and then moves her hand across your tummy which the others cannot see because they are behind her. Her hand then slides down your tummy and over your painted pussy lips. "Oh honey, that is so hot," she whispers. "My god, I would be cumming by now."
"I am so close to orgasm I can hardly move but I must wait for permission," you reply. "And, if I cum now I will fall down because it will be so intense."
"I want to help you cum then," she says and glances at me, recognising now the relationship between us.
"Let's go sit down, shall we?" I say. I lead the way over to some little benches near the back where everyone would have to turn their head to actually look at us and we sit down with her on one side and me on the other. Leaning across you, I whisper to her, "She has never been made to cum by a girl before. It will be very unusual for her."
The young woman looks around the room and puts her hand in your lap.
"You will like it, hun," she says. The touch of her hand on your naked lap is almost too much. You look at me and I smile. Leaning to you I say, "You may cum but you must be very quiet." I reach up and use my finger to flick at your left nipple a couple of times and the young woman moves her hand between your legs, forcing them open. Her finger touches your clit and since I have already given you permission you are no longer trying to hold it and you begin to cum immediately. The orgasm causes your head to get hot and the sensations of pleasure bounce around inside you like an electrical storm trying to get out.
You cannot hold it in and a moan escapes your lips. The young woman's finger tweaks your paint covered clit and you have another wave of orgasm. Again you moan, and the other woman in the room turns to see. She sees your legs open and the young woman's hand massaging your clit and a pool of pussy juice forming on the floor between your legs. You have slumped back against the wall and then sideways against me as well. Your body is quivering with the force of the orgasm which seems to go on and on and on.
Finally, the orgasm begins to relent, and she stops rubbing your clit. You open your eyes and everyone in the room is looking at you, sitting there with your knees splayed open, sweating and dripping pussy juice. I stand up and go fetch your towel but leave your shirt. I return with the towel and you wipe the sweat from your face.
"We are going outside now," I say softly. Looking at the young woman, I say, "Do you want come with us?"
She nods, and she and I help you up. Your legs are weak and you can hardly walk but out we go into the hall, leaving your shirt behind. We catch a lift and go down to the lobby. Still, she holds one arm and I hold the other, but you are walking better now.
I lead us across the lobby and out into the night air. Suddenly, you are on the street, with people walking by and with them apparently not realising you are completely naked. The girl and I walk you down the street, looking just like some people out for an evening exercise. We turn the corner and pass among some partygoers who state at you and whistle. We simply walk on and turn into the park. After a couple of minutes, we are in the center of the park where the light is dim and there are very few people.
We stop and I tell you, "Lay down on that bench, honey. Open your legs for your friend." You do as you are told and the girl moves between your legs, looking but not touching.
"Wow you really painted up inside her," she says. "I can only see pink where her vagina opens."
"Take your bottoms off," I say to the girl. She decides that she will do as I say and looks around. Then, she quickly pulls off her shorts and then her thong, handing both to me to hold. "Now you mustn't pull much of the paint off or she shall be really exposed trying to get back into the hotel. She nods.
"Honey, put your fingers in her pussy. Fingerfuck her," I say.
You extend your hand and the girl almost jumps on your hand. Your fingers feel along her wet slit, the lips of her pussy feeling curly and different than your lips feel to you. You extend your index finger and she moves her hips so that your finger slides into her vagina. It is a strange feeling to you though very pleasant. Importantly, the feeling causes your arousal to begin again. You move your hand and your finger moves inside her. Now you have a better understanding of what it feels like to me to finger you.
When you finger yourself, you feel both sensations. You know how to move your hand to please your pussy. Fingering her, it is different because you are suddenly aware of what it means to feel only half the sensations. The girl moves her hips slightly and her pussy juices flow over your hand. The girl looks at me and wonders what to do. She understands that you are my sub and you are doing exactly what I tell you. She has no experience with this sort of thing and has never wanted to either control or be controlled. But, she sees clearly that you are not suffering in any way and instead seem to be enjoying it tremendously.
She starts to reach for your pussy but I shake my head. "No, let her pleasure you." I say. The girl stops and then tries to watch your pussy in the dim light and moves her hips on your hand. You work a second finger into her and she moves faster. She is so turned on by everything that has gone on that she surprises herself and begins to cum hard, moaning and humping hard against your hand. The orgasm seems to linger for her but finally she stops moving her hips and you withdraw your hand from her pussy.
"Put your fingers in your mouth, honey." I say. You look at me and blink but then you move the two wet fingers you had in her pussy to your mouth and slip them between your lips. Your clit throbs and your pussy is so wet. "Keep them there," I command and help you up. The girl quickly puts her shorts back on and we walk back to the hotel with you sucking slowly on your fingers. The taste of her pussy is different from yours but doesn't seem too bad. People seem to stare even more at you for walking with your fingers in your mouth. You imagine everyone can hear your pussy squishing because you are so wet.
At the lift, I take your hand from your mouth and hold the hand to my face, kissing your fingers. The elevator comes and we get on. I punch the floor for the exercise room so we can return the towel and fetch your blouse. The girl leaves us at the elevator and goes on to her room. Once we have your blouse, we return to the elevator and when the door opens and there is no one on the elevator. As I punch the number for our floor, I tell you to kneel and you assume the position, knees open, back straight, hands on thighs. "Stay that way even if someone else gets on the elevator," I say. “You can just say you are tired after your workout.” You need not nod for I know you will do as you are told for you have been a very good girl tonight.
When the doors open on our floor, I press the "door open" button to hold the door open. "Crawl out," I tell you. You crawl out on your hands and knees to kneel in the elevator lobby. Finally, I step out and the elevator closes. "Rise," I say and when you do, I take your hand. We walk down the hall to our room. I unlock the door and open it. You hesitate; then, realising you are essentially naked, you remove the blouse, get down on your knees and crawl into the room.
"Go stand at the window again," I say. You drop the blouse and go to the window, knowing that you look dressed still where before you were naked. This time as you press yourself against the window, you see that a janitor is looking up at you from the office building across the street. He is just standing with his head up, and you know he is looking right at you. Then he turns and disappears.
"Sir, there was a cleaning guy across the way looking at me," you tell me. I walk up beside you and look.
"Where is he?" I ask you. You describe where he was but before you can get very far in the description, we see him appear in the office directly across from us. The office is dimly lit, but we can see him anyway. "Pretend to be playing with your pussy," I command. I move behind you and cup your breasts with my hands.
"But don't rub your pussy very hard at all. You will rub the paint off and you have cum enough tonight anyway." You move your hand and begin to move it at your crotch, pretending to be rubbing your pussy. We know he cannot tell that you aren’t really touching yourself, and in short order, we can tell he has taken his cock out and is jacking off. I leave you showing for him and walk to the bathroom.
"Sir, he came all over the window," You exclaim. "May I cum Sir, it would be so easy."
"No," I reply. "But if he came already, come here." I wait until you enter the bathroom. "Sit on the toilet and pee."
You sit and open your legs wide and after a few seconds, you begin to pee. The pee splatters about because of the paint over your pussy but it doesn't make much of a mess. I take some toilet tissue and gently pat you dry once you have finished. You stand and flush the toilet.
"Now go to bed," I say. "We will leave you in the paint until morning. Perhaps, if I touch it up a little in the morning, I will make you wear it in public in the daylight."
You go to the bed and lay down carefully. I undress and come and lay naked beside you.
"Sir, do you want me to suck you off before you go to sleep?" you ask. You reach for my cock, visible in the dim light from window, but I intercept your hand and grasp your wrist.
"No, not tonight," I reply. "I am tired. Tomorrow I am going to fuck you in public somewhere and that will be your reward for being my very good girl." I kiss you and we snuggle up, and before you realise it, you are asleep.
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