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The little red light flashed three times. I tried again. Red. Again. Red. Furious, I kicked the door and winced as my flimsy sandals did nothing to protect my toes from the dense wood. Trying to breathe deeply, I gingerly tried once more. Three green little flashes. Thank god.  I had recently moved in with my boyfriend, and sometimes I liked him. Usually, though, I was tired of his cutesy smile and cautious nature. I've always been one to change my mind, and while he seemed like a good idea at first, I had moved out after only three days. I felt a little guilty, but not enough to go back.

I hauled my duffle bag and suitcases into the hotel room and threw them on the floor. I peeled my clothes off and stepped into the shower, letting the cold water shock me and I gasped for air. I needed a plan. Maybe I could stay with my old roommate, but she wouldn't be back in town for a few days. Turning off the water, I dried myself and put on a t shirt. I stared out the window into the dark night  I didn't know what to do. I tried watching tv, reading a book, but I kept worrying about where I would go. I had to stop thinking, so who better to turn to than alcohol.

I never knew what to wear to a bar, especially one at a hotel. It was a nice hotel, so I figured I would go dressy, but not too much so. I took another shower, a hot one, using soap and a razor this time. It made me feel better to put on make-up and fix my hair. I put on small red panties and a bra that made me feel even better. Many of my clothes were wrinkled and messy, but I found an acceptable mid-thigh length navy blue dress with a gold zipper going all the way down the back. I unzipped a suitcase full of shoes and put on my gorgeous black stilettos. My toes were a bit sore from their fight against the door, but I looked in the mirror and smiled. My light brown hair was in a sleek updo with bangs falling off to the side, and my lips looked like ripe red cherries. My body was perfectly framed in the tight, short dress. My round, firm breasts stood out and my slim waist flared into my hips which turned into my long legs. I was feeling so good, maybe I would find someone and get laid.

The good news was that I wasn't underdressed. The bad news was that the bar was very crowded. There were people in tuxedos and fancy dresses, I had no idea what was going on, until I saw a sign saying Wilson and Associates 50th Anniversary. I didn't want to go back up to my quiet room. I sat on an open barstool, noticed that my throat was dry, and ordered a scotch. "That's a little strong for someone as lovely as you," a gruff voice said from behind me. I turned and said, "You can't tell what people like just by the way they look."
"Sure you can, well, I can." His broad jaw stretched into a smile and the light reflected in his eyes. He was attractive, if you like well-dressed men with wavy hair, manicured scruff, and deep brown eyes. Which I do.  "Pick someone, I'll tell you what they like." Alright, I decided, I'll play for a moment. I pointed to a woman in an airy,  light pink dress. "She likes to be fucked hard outdoors," he said, smirking, "and she talks dirty."
"I thought we were talking about drinks." I swiveled myself back to face the bar. I could feel his eyes on me. He leaned against the bar, "You said what people like, not what they like to drink." I glanced at him. His eyes moved slowly from the top of my head to my legs. "Never seen you here before."
"Do you come to this hotel so often?" I asked.
"It's a good place to observe people."
"And find desperate women."
"Just another appealing aspect."
"Are you here with Wilson?" I pointed to the sign.
"Nah, there's always some stupid party or reunion here. So, are you a desperate woman?" He placed a hand on my thigh.  The corners of his mouth were turned up and he kept looking me over.  I'm okay with arrogant, but this guy was really sure of himself. His ego was starting to make me nauseous. I realized that I could use him for pleasure, but I imagined the smug look that would be on his face after and that was enough to discourage me. "Don't worry," I said. I drained my glass and stood up, "I'm sure you'll find someone with low enough standards to give you a night of drunken fooling-around." He smiled and walked away.

There's nothing like turning down scum to bring you higher. I wasn't thirsty anyone and was no longer in the mood for sex. I walked to the elevator and rode up to the ninth floor. I pulled out my key card and slid it in and out of the slot. Red. Damn it. Again, I tried. "Need some help?" Super, he had found me again. "No. Thanks." I tried again, but that fucking red light kept flashing. "That's funny, my room's right here."
"Mmhmm." I mumbled. I thought, "Just get in the room, away from the douchebag." I heard his door open and I saw three green flashes on my own door. I smiled, relieved. And then everything went black.

My first sensation, after my throbbing head, was the tightness of fabric around my wrists. I opened my eyes and looked up. I saw a red tie binding my left wrist to the bed frame, and a black tie holding my right wrist to the opposite side. I glanced down. My ankles were tied in a similar manner. I was lying face-up on a silk sheet-covered bed. My clothes were still on, though I suspected not for long. I twisted my arms and legs, trying to loosen the knots. The bathroom door opened and I saw him, his mouth open slightly in a grin. He had taken off his jacket and shirt, his muscles cast shadows over his chest, but now was not the time to be admiring his physique. He sauntered over and sat on the bed next to me. I tried to shift away from him, but his hand grabbed my leg. He ran his hand up and under my dress, "I wanted you to be awake for everything," he rubbed my pussy through my panties.
"Wasn't there anyone else available," I said, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me nervous.
"Probably, but I made my decision when I saw you. I just wanted to give you a chance to come quietly.  You see, you're very beautiful and I want to fuck you."
"I'm sorry, but I'm busy tonight."
He chuckled, stood, and reached under my neck. He looked into my eyes and pulled the gold zipper of my dress down slowly. The tight dress quickly separated, exposing my skin to the silk. When the zipper had been fully undone,  he pulled the dress over my shoulders and onto my arms. He gazed at my breasts held by my red bra and licked his lips. He effortlessly undid the red tie's knots. I pulled my hand away and tried to hit him, but he simply took my hand, pulled the dress off my arm, and retied my wrist. He was going to be too strong for me. I couldn't see any way out. He did the same to my right arm and threw my dress to the side. "You picked a good dress, I didn't have to undo your legs to get you out of it." I was too angry to say anything. I was angry at him, but even more so at myself. I was starting to get turned on. My skin against the silk and the idea of this man using me made me wet. The worst part was, he would soon realize my excitement.
He softly kissed the inside of my ankle and climbed on top of me. His knees were on either side of my hips, and he slowly caressed my breasts, softly pinching my nipples and making them hard. He leaned over me, bringing his face to mine.

He kissed my lips, tenderly at first, and then forced my mouth open with his tongue. I didn't want to fight him, but I didn't want him to be satisfied. I resisted the urge to kiss him back, to press my lips against his. He smiled at me, as if he knew I now wanted him, and put his hand on my neck. He rubbed his thumb up and down, making it harder for me to breathe. I wriggled a bit and he kissed my lips, and then my neck. He reached under me and unhooked my bra. He got up and walked to a desk. "This will be easier," he said, holding up a pair of scissors as he climbed back on top of me. He snipped each strap and slowly dragged the bra off of me, revealing my breasts and now-hard nipples. He kissed them each in turn, massaging them and swirling his tongue around my nipples. My panties were now drenched in desire, and I wanted to beg him to fuck me.

He continued his trail of kisses, going over my stomach and getting dangerously close to discovering my wetness. He licked the inside of my thigh, tasted my lust, and looked into my eyes. "Well, well." He grinned and I let my head drop onto the bed. I heard him laugh, and looked again to see him reach for the scissors once more. "I know I could untie you, but isn't this so much more fun?" Yes, it was, but I remained silent. The cold metal pressed against my skin as he severed one side, and then the other. He tugged on my wet panties and they slid off, now exposing my ass to the silky material. He held my panties to his face and breathed in. I slowly ground my ass into the silk, getting wetter and wetter. He brought his lips level with my bare pussy, opened his mouth, and ran his tongue along my slit. I flinched a little bit, and the sudden touch and pleasure made me moan slightly. He swirled his tongue on my clit and grabbed my hips with his hands. He pulled me onto him as I writhed around on the silk, whimpering with desire. His tongue passed through my hot swollen lips and moved it in and out, first slowly and then faster. I just couldn't take anymore, and as he sucked on my clit, I came. My chest heaved up and down and fought for breath as he continued to suck. As I came down from my ecstasy, he lifted his head up, grinning. His chin was dripping with my juices and he kissed me, letting me taste my sweetness.

He stood up and undid his pants, revealing a massive, hard cock. I glanced at my bindings then looked at him, but he didn't undo them. He straddled my chest and rubbed his member against my cheek. He placed the tip of his cock on my lips, and looked into my eyes. I slowly opened my lips and ran my tongue over the tip. His head fell back and I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. He began to thrust softly and I struggled to breathe. He tasted like sweet salty musk mixed with carnal desire, and sucked, squeezing out any precum I could get. He moaned, grabbing the back of my head and pushing his cock even further. Soon my vision was getting hazy and I stopped sucking, letting him slide his cock in and out of my mouth. He pulled out and leaned down to kiss my open mouth. I felt oxygen again, and he untied my ankles. I was trying to recover when he stroked my pussy and pushed a finger into me. I pushed my hips up, trying to get more of his finger in me, but he pulled it out. I sighed, disappointed. I could practically heard him smirking as he lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. I looked up at him and he was looking at me as he positioned his cock at my entrance. He rubbed the tip up and down my pussy lips, and I shifted my hips toward him, trying to impale myself on his cock. He grinned and leaned over me. He brought his face right above mine, and quickly thrust into me as he brought his mouth onto mine, suppressing my yelp. I felt nothing but him stretching me further and further, and I saw a few dark spots as he fucked me, deeper and deeper. I felt him bite my shoulder, bringing me back to reality and I could feel my walls starting to adjust to his size.

I began to push my hips up against his strokes and I could feel the silk gathering at the small of my back. He grabbed my head and kissed me roughly. I kissed him back, entwining my tongue with his and moaning into his mouth as he brought me closer and closer to a climax. "Yes, yes, please, fuck me," I begged, and he put his hands under my ass and pulled me further onto him. All of the sudden I came, and he groaned as my walls convulsed around his cock. He kept ramming me and I couldn't stand it, "wait, oh god, please, no," I gasped and had no time to recuperate as my legs went limp and I came again, my juices coating him and making it easier for his cock to plunge in and out. I shuddered and my breathing became short. Finally, he slowed down, "fuck, I can't stand it," he said. He pulled halfway out, stopped, and kissed me, reaching up to fumble blindly with the ties. Once my hands were free I brought them to the back of his head and forced his mouth onto mine, kissing him with more passion than I knew possible. I let my hands run over his back and curled my fingers, scratching him slightly. I put my hands on his ass and tried to pull him into me. "Fuck me. Fuck me now, please." He kissed and bit my neck and thrust into me again, knocking the air out of me as I realized I had not yet felt his entire size.

My hands twisted his hair and scratched at his back and we groaned and moaned in pleasure. I pushed him off of me, trying to get him to let me on top. For just a second, his cock slipped out of me and he grabbed my waist, lifting me like a rag doll and flipping us both over. He stayed sitting up and lowered me onto his cock, filling the space that had been left empty for what seemed like forever. I looked at him and kissed him gently, raising and lowering myself, trying to breathe evenly. He smoothed back my now tousled bangs and ran a finger down my spine. He grabbed my breasts and I arched my back, pushing myself down and onto him. I began to bounce harder and faster, and he grabbed my shoulders, forcing my swollen ass to collide with his balls. Finally, he was all of he way in. He licked my nipples and then my neck, "yes, you're so tight... I can't bear it..." he groaned and rammed into me, pulling my chest to his. My breasts rubbed against his muscles and I could feel another climax coming. "Fuck, I'm gonna come, ahh..." I don't know if he heard me, I could barely breathe let alone speak. Finally, he shoved me onto him, "fuck," he said, kissing me as we came together. I clung to him as he released his come into me. I could feel myself squeezing his cock, draining him as we came. We collapsed into a bundle of flesh and limbs, and he smiled at me as I brought my mouth to his for a kiss.

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