A Perfect Welcome

My Master opened the double doors to His fabulous hotel suite, pulled me inside and gathered me in His arms. As His lips met mine and we eagerly devoured each others mouths, His hands roamed under my coat and clothes, taking stock of this body that belongs to Him. He lifted up my skirt, and i could feel and taste His satisfaction at the garter belt and stockings i’d worn, just as instructed.

In a single movement he pushed my coat and scarf off my body, and they landed in a puddle at my feet. As we kissed, He took my hand and pressed it against His crotch, so i could feel His hard cock straining at His jeans. “Feel that?” He asked “Feel how hard you make me?”

He guided me over to the dining table in that fabulous suite, and pushed me down on it. His hands continued to roam all over my body and my face, possessing what is His already. Hands squeezing and rubbing my nipples, pressing against my cunt, fingers sliding into my mouth to be sucked.

i lay there on the slick table, the smooth surface allowing Him to move me around as He desired. Positioning my head near the edge of the table He unzipped His pants and gave me the privilege of sucking Him for a little while.

Then He was moving me yet again, moving my ass to the edge of the table, pulling my skirt up, and pushing my panties to one side as He slid His cock – slick and moist with my saliva – into my wet and eager cunt, fucking me right there on the table, just like i’ve fantasized about, just like the object that i want to be for Him. Fucking me as i gripped the edge of the table to hold on. Fucking me until He came and my cunt thrilled with the feel of His come inside of me, clenching and releasing, rejoicing in the feel of Him.