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  The hotel bar was a dark shithole illuminated by gaudy neon signs advertising the sort of drinks you get at a Chilis. The music was something from the eighties, but not in a good way. The vinyl seats of the bar stools were cracked and uncomfortable and the place had the smell of an industrial cleaner with an unnatural floral scent added to it. Her white zinfandel was passable at least, but just barely. It had made her nervous when the bartender blew dust off the bottle when he retrieved it.  

  Today was shaping up to be a bad ending to an exceptional week. Larisa had just finished a series of meetings that guaranteed her department’s funding for the next five years and she had all but assured herself a VP position within a year. She had left the meetings immediately that evening, still wearing her designer skirt and jacket. Her shoes probably cost more than the bartender made in a week. She had hoped to get home quickly but her connecting flight was canceled and she was stuck in a city in the middle of the United States that could best be described as the armpit of America. 

  The next flight was in the morning and she was beginning to question herself for choosing the hotel this bar had been attached to. But, as she looked at the table of men who had been on the same flight, she kept telling herself that it may be worthwhile. The men were mostly unimpressive doughy, pasty looking tech types. The kind she got enough of at the office. But, there was one man that had been with them and he was front and center at the table. He stood out from his group completely. Where they were pasty and plump he was tan and fit. He had a quiet confidence that demanded the attention of any room he walked into.

  She had noticed him at the service counter for the airline. The men he was with were arguing angrily and getting nowhere with the woman behind the counter. As they reached a level of rudeness that would help no one, he had stepped in. As he got to the counter, his group fell silent. He had spoken to the woman behind the counter with a thoughtful forcefulness that got them a hotel room paid for by the airline and an additional voucher for their next flights. It was twice as much as anyone else had gotten. 

  On instinct alone, she booked a room at the same hotel and went to the bar to drink and waited. It paid off as the group of men had eventually  made their way to the bar and drinking and watching the game on the television. 

 After watching them she finally called the bartender over and she bought him a drink and had the bartender send it over to him. She could hear the reaction at the man’s table and she ignored the laughing of the men with him. They were less than nothing to her. What she wanted was him. 

  Larisa felt his presence before she had heard his voice. A smile slowly spread across her face and she turned to look his way as he leaned against the bar next to her. She had her sleek dark hair in a long bob that was contoured to her face. It was parted to the left  with the hair tucked behind her ear at the part and the otherbside fell across her face just covering her right eye.  

   “Thankyou for the drink, can I return the favor? My name is Mike, by the way.” His voice was deep and had a slight southern drawl that she found incredibly sexy. 

  “My name is Larisa. Nice to meet you, Mike.”

  Larisa extended her hand and shook his. He had a rough calloused hand and a firm but not overly tight grip. 

  “What do you do, Mike? You don’t look like you fit in with that group you’re with.”  Larisa asked, her voice was firm and strong.

  “It is nice to meet you too, Larisa. I’m helping a friend with his startup. These guys are the software engineers and we were presenting to a client. You never answered me, though. May I buy you a drink as well?”

  Larisa was smiling at Mike as she looked at him. He was even more impressive up close. His shirt hung open enough to catch a glimpse of his chest. He had some chest hair, but it wasn’t a forest of fur in there. His rolled up sleeves showed tone and muscular forearms, with a hint of a tattoo showing on his arm that had a military look. 

  “You seem like the kind of man who can take charge when he needs to. Is that you?” Larisa had ignored his question and asked her own. 

 “You could say that, is this a job interview?” Mike’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her, a hint of a smile was forming. He wasn’t dumb and he was reading her well.

  Larisa decided to throw the dice and see what happened. She wasn’t trusting herself to say the right things if she stretched out the conversation. She leaned towards Mike and spoke with a low throaty whisper, “I want you to follow me to my room. Once the door shuts behind us, I’m yours. Totally yours, you don’t let me even think about what to do, you take charge and you tell me what to do.” 

  Larisa then stood from her uncomfortable bar seat and began walking towards the hotel. In her black leather heels she was five foot nine, without them she was five foot six. Under her tight black suit skirt, she was wearing black hose, the kind that had a line running up the back. In her heels, her calves and legs were on display. Her crossfit membership was showing what it had gotten her in those lithe, athletic legs. 

  As she heard him moving behind her, she smiled. She was a little unsure of what she had gotten herself into. She had done all the work getting him to her room and she was tired of thinking and working, she had been thinking and working all fucking week. She had a friend for these things back home. He was trained exactly how to treat her when she needed to let go. Mike was untrained and he could be capable of anything. Larisa prayed he wasn’t gentle or as nice as he looked.

  Neither Mike nor Larisa spoke as they made their way to her room. She paused briefly and pulled out the key card to unlock the door. As the sound of latch opening Mike said, “You said that you are mine once inside? How completely did you mean that?” 

  Larisa turned the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. Her hand rested on the door as she looked inside, her back towards Mike. “I meant it explicitly. Once we are in there, I am utterly and entirely yours.”

  Larisa turned and walked through the door. As she entered the room and heard the door close behind her, she began to get nervous. She had never done this with a stranger. She had gotten so keyed up and stressed about the meetings during her company trip and then so frustrated by the canceled flight that she had felt she needed to let go and give someone else control. 

  Sh stopped and turned and looked at Mike and said, “Look, if you aren’t up–” 

  She felt his hands grab her shoulders, cutting off her words and she was slammed roughly against the back wall of the hotel room. Her breath was forced from her chest as she hit the wall and she began to get excited. She didn’t know what was gonna happen and she didn’t want to know.

  His voice was a rough whisper as he leaned in, inches from her face, “You said you were mine once we got in your room. Well, we are in your fucking room, so I don’t want to hear you fucking speak unless I ask you a question. Is that clear?”

  Larisa turned her head to the side, looking at the ground. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear a pounding in her ears. With her eyes on the floor she said, “Yes sir, it’s clear.”

  She felt his rough, calloused hands on her face. His thumb was on one side of her jaw and his finger on the other. He squeezed tightly and brought her face up to look at his. Her eyes shifted back and forth, unable to look at his face for too long. His hand on her jaw were vicelike but weren’t  rushing. His hold was firm but not overly painful. 

  “You look at me when I ask you a question.”       

  With her face held firmly in front of his, she looked into his eyes and got stuck. His light brown eyes were bright and clear and intense. She felt like she had become trapped in them and couldn’t look away. Her facial expression was one of submission, her eyes searching for direction and approval. 

  Her voice was small and all remnants of the woman who had been in charge all week had vanished. 

  “Yes sir.”

  She was standing in front of him. His hand was still on her face and the other on her shoulder. He was pressing her back against the wall with his hands, but the weight of his presence was pushing her back stronger than any force he exerted. She was in her designer clothes. A black Anne Fontaine jacket over her tapered white button down shirt and her tight black skirt. She was just up to his chin, but that was due to her heels. 

  As he leaned forward, she felt his face brush the left side of hers as he pushed her head to the right. Mike had been clean-shaven but the long day of travel had the beginnings of the growth of a beard. Larisa felt the scratch of whiskers across her cheek as his face pressed against hers. Goosebumps began to rise as she felt his breath on her neck. Her breath was beginning to quiver with anticipation of what was to come. 

  She felt his teeth on her neck. The bite was wet and sharp. A tingling sensation shot throughout her body from where she felt his tongue behind the bite. A tiny moan escaped her mouth as she felt her hips start to squirm, pressing her ass against the wall behind her. 

  The hand on her face pressed against her cheeks as it held her face to the right as he continued to nibble and chew her neck. 

  “That feels so good.” Larisa said. 

  She realized her mistake immediately as his head pulled back and he growled, “I didn’t ask you a question.”

  The hand that had been holding her face let go and Larisa felt a slap across her face. It was a light slap that was sudden and surprising and delivered an instant sharp pain that faded quickly. His touch was perfect and she felt the heat rising on the side of her face as her skin became flushed. It wasn’t violent at all, it was precise and it had gotten her attention. She knew then that she had found who she wanted… who she needed. 

  “I’m sorry sir.” She said with her small, soft voice.

  He slapped her again and she knew her cheek was turning red. The cheek was warm and sensitive and she was getting more and more aroused by the soft sting of his fingertips. 

  “I didn’t ask a question.” 

  Her big eyes were full of desire as she looked at him apologetically. Her face was looking downward but her eyes were directly on him. 

  “Stay there.” He said as he turned and walked into the room. He grabbed an office chair that had been behind a desk and dragged it over to the end of the bed. 

  “Undress and sit in the chair.” His voice was low and commanding. 

  Larisa moved as soon as she heard his command. Her hands moved quickly as she unbuttoned her jacket and set it down on a table near the bed. She then began to slowly unbutton her shirt, starting with the bottom button and working her way upwards. 

  Her stomach was lean and flat and tan. She followed a strict diet and worked out daily and got enough sun to keep her skin a warm rich beige. Her shirt was shed and it fell to the floor. Larisa then unfastened her skirt and it slipped off her and slid to the floor pooling around her heels. 

  Larisa was standing in her lace black bra and sheer black pantyhose and her black leather heels. Her legs were long and well defined. Her heels showed off her delicate calves and toned thighs. She reached around and unclaimed her bra and as she slid it off her shoulders her firm, full breast fell out of it. Her small pink nipples were hard and erect in the cool air of her room. 

  “Leave what you still have on and sit down.”

  Larisa sat and looked at Mike with unhidden desire on her face. She longed for him to use her and tell her what he wanted. She sat patiently and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was perfect and well defined with just a small amount of hair covering it. There was a long jagged scar on his side that gave his already rugged appearance even more of a dangerous appeal. His right arm was covered in a half sleeve of colorful tattoos that densely rose to his shoulder and the right side of his well defined chest

  He pulled his pants off and he was left standing in his black boxer briefs. The outline of his cock showed a promising sight. Larisa wanted to get out of the chair and devour him, but the light stinging on her cheek reminder her what she was supposed to do. She was chewing on her bottom lip in anticipation as he walked closer to her as she sat in the chair. 

  As he got closer, he adjusted the height of the chair to put her level with his groin. She was close enough to see the outline was bigger than she had expected. Her breathing had gotten faster and shallower as she waited for him to reward her with his cock. When he finally pulled down his briefs, she let out a sigh of desire mixed with relief. 

  It was long and thick and the head of his cock glistened. He was hard and erect and his cock stretched out directly towards her. She could smell a manky, musky scent that she knew was responsible for the wetness in her panties. His cock was only inches away from her mouth as she stared at it hungrily.

  “Please let me have it.” She said, aware of what her impatience would bring her.

  In response to her unauthorized words, his hand slapped the other side of her face and she sighed in relief at the perfection of the impact of his fingers on her face. His hand touching her was what she wanted so desperately. The sting told her he cared enough about her to correct her. She wanted nothing more than to please him. 

  Mike grabbed his hard cock at its base  and slapped her with it. His cock hit her where his hand had just hit and she could feel it even more sharply as a result. Larisa could see a tiny clear string of precum that ran from his cock to her cheek and she wanted to taste him. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth hungrily. 

  She felt his hand grab a fistful of her hair and he pulled her head forward.  His thick cock slowly passed her lips and she felt it push past her tongue, towards her throat. He was slow to push in and she was impatient to show him how good a girl she was. Larisa pressed forward, swallowing his cock. She felt it hit the back of her throat and she relaxed herself and breathed in deeply through her nose as it slowly pushed even further forward. 

  She could feel the thickness of the head of his cock as it entered her throat. It filled her more than anyone ever had, but she had practiced with her dildos before and that training was paying off. She had no gag reflex anymore and she wanted to show Mike that she could take him fully. She wanted him to be proud of her. 

  She began to panic slightly as her throat was filled, but she had her head positioned right and his cock was sliding back and forth as it pushed into her throat and back out. She found his rhythm and breathed in time with its entry and exit. 

  Her hands grabbed his ass and she felt nothing but firm muscle. Her nails dug in as she pulled him in to her face, as she tried to bury his cock in her mouth. She had him fully in her, deep into her throat and she began to fight him to keep his cock deep in her when he began to pull back. 

   He was stong and she couldnt hold on when he pushed. When his cock slid pit of her mouth and, white frothy saliva flowed with it. His cock was coated in the frothy spit and it covered her from her mouth down her chest and small perky tits. She looked up at him with tear filled eyes from the exertion, black eye liner was running down her cheeks.

 “Please, I’ll be good. I’m sorry, just let me show you. I can be good.”

  He grabbed her under her arms and pushed her back from the chair towards the bed. The chair clattered to the floor as he lifted her and thew her to the bed. Whe she tried to sit up, he pushed her back forcefully. One of her shoes had come off and was on the floor. He carefully removed the show still on her foot and tossed it to the side on the floor, alongside her other shoe.  

  

  “I tried to be nice, but you really can not 

 be trusted, can you?” His voice was patient, like it was his fault for trusting her. 

  He roughly rolled her over on her stomach. Once she was face down on the bed, he grabbed her wrists and held them together with one hand. With his other hand, he slapped her ass. It was a slap with the same precision and control of the earlier slaps to her other cheeks. The sharp surprising pain that was followed by the skin on her cheeks warming and becoming sensitive. He alternated the spankings from one buttock to the other.  Little sharp slaps that grew together into a sustained stinging that warmed her to her heart. 

  As he was spanking her, Larisa looked back at him. Her head was pressed against the bed and she peered back to her side. She saw his hard cock bouncing up and down as he spanked her. She wanted it in her so badly that she was whimpering as he spanked her through her sheer black hose.

  Larisa then felt his hand grab a fistful of her hose over her ass. She felt the hose tear away, exposing the skin underneath. She hadn’t worn any panties. She knew that her ass must be bright red after those expertly executed spankings. She could feel the cool air in the hotel room blowing across her bare skin, causing her flesh to tingle. 

  Mike then leaned across her prone body. His firm flesh was warm and welcome against her own skin. She felt his cock press against her leg as he reached across her and grabbed a couple of pillows. She missed the contact of his skin as he leaned back off of her. 

  He then sliced the pillows under her abdomen, raising her ass into the air. She could just see into a mirror over a dresser. The skin of her exposed rear was reddened from his attention, the roughly ripped hose had fallen away. She could see Mike get behind her and as he leaned forward, she lost his face in the reflection, but she felt his breath on her sensitive place between her legs. 

  Larisa gasped as she felt his tongue lap up her wetness as he licked between her lips. His rough chin briefly came into contact with her sensitive, bright pink and aroused clit. It sent jolts of electricity through her body. Every time he began to lap between her lower lips, his chin briefly contacted her clit. Every time it did, waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body. The pulses of pleasure were pushing her to the edge, but he paved himself to keep her from climaxing.  

  His licking slowly rose. It tickled lightly but still filled her with pleasure as he kissed the place between her pussy and her delicate little asshole. His tongue continued up, towards her rosebud and she felt him lightly lick her rear. It felt so good that her hips began to move and gyrate without her control. His tongue was licking stronger and stronger as it explored her. She felt herself relax and moan at his attention. 

  He stood slowly behind her, and she felt the head of his cock against and between her labia. He rubbed it up and down, where his tongue had been. She felt the same electrically charged pleasure as he dipped his cock low against her clit. 

  Her face was pressed against the bed. The sheets were a wet mess as saliva ran freely from her mouth. She had bever felt so aroused in her life. Her brain was short circuiting and she wondered she would climax as she felt him slip into her. He didn’t fully penetrate her, though. She felt him sliding in a little bit over and over. Then when he was coated in her wetness she felt his cock follow the path his tongue had taken. 

  Her muscles across her body were spasming and tensing on their own but she concentrated and forced herself to relax. She wanted him inside her and didn’t care hiw or where. Her toes were clenched tight as she felt his cock pressing into her ass. It was slow as he pressed in. It was gentle as he worked patiently to help her take his girth. 

  She heard him spit and felt the warm thick saliva hit her ass. She then felt his cock rub into the lubricant before he pressed back into her ass. She gasped as she felt him finally enter into her. He was slow as he rolled his hips back and forth. 

  “Good girl, good girl.” He said over and over as he slid into her and she smiled at the praise. She wanted to push back towards him but was afraid he would stop if she did. She loved his hand, but wanted his cock. 

  She could feel the intense pressure as he pushed further and further in. It had hurt at first but she had relaxed again and she felt good. She felt good knowing that she was being used like a good whore. She wanted to be his whore and she wanted him happy. She wanted him to use her in any way to make himself feel good. 

  He was thrusting into her. It was feeling good now and she was rocking her hips back and forth. She decided to throw caution to the wind and asked in a full throaty voice, “Am I really a good girl?” 

  He answered by sliding his right hand between her abdomen and the pillows. He continued sliding his hand along her flat stomach until he found her clitoris and he began rubbing around it in circular motions. First with a wide circle around it and then slowly smaller and smaller ones. She knew he could read her and tell by her reactions where his finger needed to be and how hard to press. He could read her body like a book. 

  As she began to orgasm, she clinched every muscle in her body. She was cumming harder than she had ever in her life. It was an extended orgasm that was lasting and lasting. It matched the pace of his fingers and his thrusting cock. It peaked and lessened and then peaked again even harder than before. Larisa’s desperate moans were growing in volume as they escaped around the sheets clenched in her teeth. 

  She felt him cum after she finally relaxed. She felt the warmth spread inside her and she was filled with as much satisfaction as her orgasm had filled her. His cock was spasming and she felt herself wrapped around him as she convulsed and twitched uncontrollably in aftershocks from her own oragasm. 

  He collapsed on top of her and she felt his strong warm arms around her. His face was rested at her neck and his warm ragged breathing felt good against her neck. It had a rough smell like beer and whisky but she loved his scent. 

  They lay together for an unknown amount of time before Marisa finally said, “My plane leaves early, but you can sleep here if you like.”

  It had taken all her nerve to say this to him. She didn’t know if she was anything but a sex toy to him. She was satisfied if that was all it was, but you don’t get made to feel like he made her feel without connecting in some way. 

  “I’d like that.” He replied and her heart almost left her chest. 

  “I need to get my bags so I don’t have to leave until you do.”

  Larisa gave him a key and cleaned herself up while he was gone. It had taken longer than she had wondered it would as she drained his cum from her and washed her makeup off. 

  When he returned, they lay naked under the sheets. The wet spot shared between them. Her skin was against his and she felt his warmth spreading to her. She worried she was making him too cold, though. 

  “Maybe we can have sex again in the morning? Just.. sex?” 

  She asked, her voice raising as she asked the question. She hated herself for opening herself up to rejection but he nuzzled at her neck and answered,

  “I’d like that. I could even go now if you wanted to.” His reply was subdued and tired sounding. 

  “In the morning. I like you right here right now.”

  As she lay there, she was aware of his cock against her. It had grown again after she asked him the question. 

  She smiled as she rolled him over and straddled him. “I get to do what I want this time, though.”

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