We met in a hotel bar on a Thursday night, both away from home on business. I'd noticed him as soon as he walked in and sat several seats down from me at the bar. I kept stealing glances at him whenever I thought he wouldn't notice. He was heavier than me and a little taller, with salt-and-pepper hair and brown eyes. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and a wedding ring that had seen younger days. I guessed him to be in his mid-50s, about half-a-dozen years older than me. As I sat watching him, I started thinking about having sex with him -- something I like to fantasize about sometimes when I see an attractive man in public.
I was trying to figure out what it was about him that was turning me on when he suddenly stood up and came over to where I was sitting and started to talk to me. He told me that while I'd been watching him from the side, he'd been watching me watch him in the huge mirror behind the bartender. A shiver ran through me when I heard I'd been caught with my eye on him. No man had ever noticed me looking at him before, and certainly no man had ever approached me about it before. No man had ever approached me at all before.
Then he said, "I'd like to ask you a question."
"Okay," I answered.
"After watching you, I think you're the kind of man who'll understand and appreciate what I'm about to ask you. If I'm wrong, just say no thanks, and that'll be the end of it, okay?"
"Okay."
He sat down on the barstool next to mine. "I'd like you to take off your belt and give it to me -- but do it in a way that no one else will notice what you're doing," he said.
The request stunned me, and for a few seconds I was like a spotlighted deer. He continued, though. "If you agree to give me your belt, I'll take it up to my room, and you can come up, too, whenever you're ready," he said. "I'm in room 924."
Then he added, "Remember this, though. If you give me your belt and allow me to take it up to my room, then I'm going to assume you're agreeing to do whatever I say."
A nervous shiver ran through me, and I could feel my dick growing hard in my pants. He paused for another moment, then said, "All you have to do to start this is give me your belt. And all you have to do to stop it -- no matter where we are or what we're doing -- is tell me you want your belt back. All you have to say is the word 'belt.' Okay?"
I nodded, then slipped off the belt and gave it to him under the bar.
About 20 minutes later, I was standing at the foot of his bed in his room nine floors up. He was sitting in an easy chair near the window. The only light in the room was coming from a small lamp on the table next to him. He was wearing a black bathrobe. My belt was laid across his lap. I had just finished taking off all of my clothes -- at his command -- and I was standing naked before him. The door to the hall was double-locked. For privacy, he'd said.
I was so turned on. I was nervous as hell, but I was also turned on. This was what I'd always wanted -- a man taking control of me and making me submit to him. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I knew I was ready and willing to find out.
He looked me up and down, then told me to turn around so he could see my ass. My dick was hard and I felt my anus tighten as I did as he said. His voice was husky and calm, and the sound of it turned me on as much as what he was saying.
He stood up and came close behind me. He laid his hands on my shoulders and began to run them over my back and arms. Then he hugged me from behind and pulled me back against his body. He whispered close at my ear, "I have your belt, and that means I have you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I breathed.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
His voice was measured and quiet, as if he were whispering a secret. "I'm really horny, and you're just the thing I need," he said. "I've been sitting here thinking about what I want to do with you."
I could feel his hips pushing his bulging groin against my ass and rubbing himself against me, almost as if he were fucking me. He kissed the side of my neck, and my knees went weak. For a second, I thought I might actually fall down, but he was holding me tight.
Suddenly, he pushed away and said in a normal voice, "But first, I want you to face the foot of the bed and bend over and put your hands on it."
After I did as he said, he moved next to me and smoothed my bare ass with the belt, which was folded in half. I knew what was coming, and it both scared me and made me even more turned on than before. My dick was harder than it'd been in a long time.
"I have to punish you for not calling me 'Sir' earlier," he said.
"Yes, Sir," I answered.
He then swatted me across both cheeks with my own belt. The blow stung, but it didn't really hurt too much. He smoothed his hand over my ass again and then waited a few seconds for the tension to build, then he spanked me again. The second one was harder. He smoothed my ass again, and then another pause, and then another hit. The third one hurt the most of the three. He did this three more times, with each one getting harder. By the sixth one, my ass was hot and sore. "Have you learned your lesson, or should I keep going?" he asked.
"I've learned my lesson, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
He pulled a pillow off the bed and dropped it on the floor at his feet. "Good, then come over here and get down on your knees in front of me."
I quickly did as he said. He opened his robe and let it drop, and I found myself staring at his erect dick. It was about seven inches long, cut, with a round, blunt head. He'd trimmed his pubic hair, but not shaved it completely off, and he had nice big balls. As soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted to suck it.
He stood looking down at me with his hands on his hips. "You like that, don't you," he said.
"Yes, Sir," I whispered.
"Then kiss it."
I leaned forward and kissed the head of the dick. It felt softer against my lips than I expected. I kissed it again. Then I kissed it one more time. Each kiss lasted longer than the one before. He told me to keep going, so I gradually kissed my way down the hard shaft from the head to his balls.
He shifted his feet a little wider so the balls would be easier to get to. I opened my mouth and took one inside and gently sucked it and licked it with my tongue. Then I did the same with the other ball. I could hear him moaning softly above me. After a few moments, I worked my way back up the hard dick to the head and kissed it some more.
He gripped my head between his hands and told me to open my mouth and suck his cock the way I'd sucked his balls. I did as he commanded. I opened my mouth and slipped the head of his dick inside. I closed my lips around it and started sucking on it. It felt soft and warm against my tongue, and I could taste salty pre-cum oozing out. My own dick was hard as a rock, and I started stroking it slowly as I sucked his cock.
I took more of the hard rod in my mouth and kept sucking on it. I licked the smooth shaft and slid off it a little, then went back down on it. I moved back and forth, sliding the cock in and out, taking it a little deeper each time I leaned forward on it. I sucked it and licked it. I took as much of it in my throat as I could and concentrated on breathing through my nose so I wouldn't gag as it went deeper and deeper. The more I sucked, the more turned on I got.
"That's it, boy," he was whispering. "Suck my dick." I heard him moan, and I knew I was making him feel really good -- and that turned me on even more. I reached up and started stroking the base of his cock with my hand, but he quickly knocked it away. "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there," he said.
I immediately put my hands behind my back. This meant I had to stop stroking my own dick, but I didn't care. I just wanted to keep sucking his luscious penis. I wanted to feel it push deep inside my mouth and throat and then shoot its hot seed inside me.
"Oh, yes, suck it, boy," he moaned. He was getting more and more excited. He gripped my head tighter between his hands and started moving his hips back and forth, sliding the stiff cock in and out of my wet pussy mouth faster and faster. "That feels so good," he continued. "I love fucking your face cunt."
His hips pushed deeper and deeper as he slid the hard dick in and out of me. I tried to relax my throat and breathe through my nose and suck on the ramming muscle. I was tasting more and more pre-cum, and saliva was leaking out around the cock and starting to run down my chin. I closed my eyes and held my hands tighter behind me and sucked and moaned.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it." he moaned. "You wanted to come up here and be my little cock sucker, didn't you."
All I could manage was a moan deep in my throat. He was right. That's exactly what I wanted. I wanted to feel his dick slamming in and out of my mouth. I wanted to suck him and lick him and make him cum. I wanted to feel his hot semen spurting onto my hungry tongue. I wanted to feel it slide down my throat. I wanted to suck him until he was completely dry.
He was getting close. His whole body was pumping the hot dick in my mouth pussy, drilling it again and again fast and deep. He was moaning louder and louder, and I could tell he was working up to his orgasm. I was sucking and moaning and licking the hard, fast-stroking rod. "That's it, suck me, you little cum-slut." His insults turned me on even more.
Suddenly, his body tensed and I knew he was cumming. He moaned even louder. I felt the dick jerk in my throat, and the first wad of sperm shot into me. "Oh, yes," he cried out. Then he pulled completely out of my mouth and started stroking the hot dick with his hand. Another wad shot out and landed on my nose and forehead. Then another hit my cheek. Then he pushed the blunt head against my open lips and kept stroking. More cum spewed onto my tongue, and I licked the spitting head and tried to suck it again.
A few moments later, he was totally spent. He stepped back and leaned against the wall to rest. He looked down at me kneeling in front of him with his cum on my face and my hard dick sticking up from my crotch and my hands behind my back as if they were tied there.
"Not bad for a little dick whore," he said. "Go clean off your face while I think about what I'm going to do to you next."
As I got up and headed to the bathroom, he called after me, "Unless you're ready for your belt back."
"Not yet, Sir," I whispered.