My name is Jessica Travis. I am a successful 34 year old retail director. I get paid well but work long hours which often leaves me frustrated socially. I have had plenty of relationships over the years of course, but they have all the time taken a back seat to my career. About six months after my last relationship breakdown, I was starting to feel the need to at least get myself laid. With this in mind, I decided to take a risk and visit a hotel bar in a neighbouring town to try and help with my carnal frustrations.

I am 5ft 4 and fit through my thrice weekly workouts. I have dark hair and blue eyes and am petite, so figured I might just discover a fella from out of town for a night of unattached fun.

‘I needed to scratch the itch’ I wondered to myself.

So here I am, sat at my chosen hotel bar, not overly dressed but in a casual knee length skirt and plunging V-neck top that showed the outline of my 34B breasts.

After an hour and two drinks, I was just about to leave thinking, what a stupid idea it was anyway, when a slim dark haired man in his early 50’s approached me, greying at the temples.

‘Good lord’ I wondered, ‘I’m about to get chatted up by someone old enough to be my father’.

He was about 6ft, casually dressed like me and in town for company. There was something in his manner that intrigued me however, he seemed very assured but at the same time approachable. He was both witty and serious, and I found myself warming to him. An hour later and two further gin and tonics in me, he invited me to his room.

‘Why not’ I wondered. ‘No strings, might be just what I need’.

Inside his room, I expected him to turn, kiss and ravish me. He didn’t. He sat on the edge of the bed and invited me to sit on the couch opposite him.

I nervously sat down thinking, ‘where is this leading?’

At which point he studied me further and then asked me to stand-up.

‘Make up your mind’ I wondered.

Looking me straight in the eyes he said, ‘lift your skirt Jessica’.

I was dumbfounded.

‘I beg your pardon’ I heard myself say.

‘You heard me’ he replied, ‘you have come up to a strangers hotel room at little prompting, what were you expecting?’

I was flustered. How dare he, I ate arrogant shits like him for breakfast! The standoff lasted minutes but felt like hours. He held my gaze and waited. My eyes flitted between him and the floor. Why had I not bolted, or at least told him where to get off. I was fidgeting, moving from one leg to another.

What was I expecting, champagne and roses?

I felt light headed, butterflies in my stomach. Still I remained on the spot like a rabbit in the headlights. He was confident of himself and perhaps that’s what finally made me do as he said. I had spent plenty of nights having to direct men intimidated by my position. Here was a man who didn’t seem to care.

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’ I wondered to myself as I finally reached for my skirt.

‘Look at me while you do it’ he said.

My chest was heaving, my fingers trembling as I looked up at him still sat there as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

‘How dare he order me around’ I wondered.

Yet still I reached down and lifted my skirt while looking him straight in the eyes. My skirt inched up until finally my silk black panties were in view.

God I was wet! ‘What’s wrong with me?’ I wondered.

Now I was confused. I didn’t consider myself a submissive in any way, quite the opposite. I normally knew exactly what I wanted sexually and had all the time been able to get it, yet here I was standing in front of a complete stranger holding my skirt up, showing him my wet panties. I felt faint.

His eyes looked down at my panties, I swear I must have turned red when he looked back at me.

‘I bet if I slipped my hand into your panties Jessica, I’d discover you wet wouldn’t I?’

‘Damn him’ I wondered.

But all I could do was slowly nod my head in shame.

‘Show me’ he instructed. ‘Remove your panties, eyes on me, and bring them to me, gusset exposed’.

‘No way can I do that’ I screamed to myself, blushing furiously.

I looked at him again carefully and realised he was not joking.

‘No, no, no’ I wondered to myself.

I was turned on as hell but in order to fulfill my needs I would seemingly have to humiliate myself utterly and completely.

Again he waited, the silence was deafening. I finally slipped my panties down, past my thighs, past my knees, shaking as I removed them from my ankles. All the while holding my skirt up so he could see my shaven wet pussy, and while maintaining eye contact with him.

‘Bring your panties to me’ he responded.

I did, still not quite believing myself, showing him the gusset of my wetness.

‘Good girl’ he smiled as he slipped a finger into my panties.

He looked at me while licking a finger. ‘Very good girl indeed!’

I wanted the floor to swallow me up, why was I standing for this?

When he told me to sit back down on the couch however, I did. I did so while he swished his fingers in my gusset to increase my embarrassment.

‘Sit back and open your legs for me Jessica’.

I knew it was coming but I still couldn’t bring myself to do it. No man had ever spoken to me like this, no man would have had the nerve. I still couldn’t believe I hadn’t told him where to get off. Silence again until finally I opened my legs exposing myself, like I had never done for a man before. I must have been a shade of beetroot by now given my position, but things were only to get worse.

‘Open them further Jessica, pull your thighs back and open yourself completely’.

‘No’, I cried.

This was too much.

‘Then leave Jessica, spread yourself completely for my inspection, or leave’.

That was it, I was not standing for this arrogant shit any longer!

At the door, I felt my pussy throbbing, throbbing like I had never known in my entire life. Could I really allow this stranger to continue to humiliate me? Could I really leave however, when I was turned on like never before.

‘Must I’ I whispered to the door knob, knowing the answer.

‘Yes Jessica, you must’.

I was so close, so close to an orgasm, yet I hadn’t even been touched. What was wrong with me? I tried to justify myself, I’d come out to get laid hadn’t I, to discover release. Was this man not offering me release?

Slowly, I thought back to the couch head lowered, I sat down again, pulling up my skirt once more and opening myself to him fully.

‘Look into my eyes while you spread your thighs Jessica’.

‘Was there no end to this humiliation’ I asked myself.

‘Good girl’ he responded with a smile on his face.

It wasn’t a cruel smile, it was friendly and I don’t know if that made it worse. I wanted to hate him, but found I couldn’t. I was open, obscenely open to this man.

Was he gonna go down on me now, I would surely cum within seconds, or would he mercilessly fuck me? I wanted both!

‘Look down at yourself Jessica, look down then back up at me, and masterbate. Make yourself cum for me Jessica’.

I shuddered, ‘please no’ I cried.

Was there no end to this torture?

I was beaten, I rarely masterbated but would that have any influence on him? Finally, I looked down at my gaping pussy. I was soaked, I was confused, I was frustrated, I was humiliated, but most of all I was as horny as hell. Juices trickled from my pussy. I could do nothing but admit defeat and surrender to him. I looked down again, bracing myself.

‘Eyes on me Jessica’ I heard him say.

I looked up at him as two fingers from my left hand slipped, oh so easily, into my pussy. I groaned. However, it was when the fingers from my right hand reached my clitoris, that I went off like a firecracker!

I was having the most powerful orgasm of my life. I bucked and wailed and bounced around on the couch in front of this man for what seemed like ages. It seemed to take forever until finally I slowed and breathed an involuntary sigh of relief, all the while my eyes never strayed from his. Finally, my still covered heaving bosom slowed as my heart rate finally eased.

‘Very well done Jessica, now leave your panties and phone number on your way out please, I have company to attend to’.

‘Oh and by the way, let your pubic hair grow for next time, a woman needs a little mystique!’

‘Fuck you, there won’t be a next time’ I wondered still unable to believe what had just happened, as I humiliatingly trudged to the door and made my escape.