Fiction: Putting on a Show

As soon as we get into the hotel room you ask me, “Do I think you have it in you to make me hard right now and aching to fill you?”

I think for a moment, and then smile and say, “I want to kiss you. First on your mouth.”

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I raise up onto my toes and let our tongues twist around each other. Then my mouth drifts down with kisses and licks all the way over your body. I linger over spots that get a positive reaction from you. Then I kneel and start to lick your cock. I slide my wet tongue all over the head of your cock, getting the head wet enough to slip my lips over it and slowly swallow as much of your cock as I can.

You don’t say a word, but give a soft groan. I feel your fingers weave into my hair as you grip and hold my mouth at the angle that you like the best.

I use my fingers to gently caress your balls and then one hand to pump the base of your cock until you groan loudly and explode in my mouth, filling it with so much cum that it’s an effort to swallow every drop.

I look up at you and smile as you breathe deeply, “And that’s just for starters.”

Next I stand up and slowly start to take my clothes off. With what I’m wearing right now, that wouldn’t take too long normally, but I play it up. First I turn around and slide my sweater off from my shoulders. Then I slowly raise my dress up and over my head. The dress is black and long and slowly shows the pale skin of my legs, then my ass, then my back and finally my shoulders as I slide it off.

Then I turn back around to face you. I move back and stand next to the bed and reach behind to release my bra hooks, but leave the bra just hanging there for a moment while I run my hands over my skin. The cups of the bra gape slightly while I cup my breasts under the fabric.

With a shrug of my shoulders the straps slide down and I drop my hands to move the bra from my arms. I sit on the bed and just spend a minute caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples a little to make sure they’re hard. My hands move down to my panties and I stand up to push them over my hips and down my legs.

I shift and lay back on the bed. “Do you want a show, or do you want other things?”

The grin on your face and the light in your eyes is answer enough. A show it is.

I part my legs just a little, and raise up the pillows behind me just a little so I can see your reactions better.

I begin to caress my breasts again, letting my head fall back a little as I concentrate on the sensations. When my nipples are nice and hard again I keep one hand playing between then while I move one hand slowly down to my trimmed pussy. I part the lips gently and start rubbing my clit. My fingers trail down periodically to gather juices to keep everything lubricated.

The hand that had been playing with my breasts reaches under the pillows for a moment and comes out with a slender chain. I take the fingers from my clit and I lick them off so I can use both hands to put the clamps on my nipples. I hiss a little as the clamps bite down into my tender nipples, and then moan a little as the sensations settle into a throbbing presence.

Then my one hand goes back to my clit while the other makes its way down and I slide a finger into my pussy and start to fuck myself. After a few pumps, I take my finger out and bring it to my mouth, licking it clean before bringing it back down to fuck myself with it again. Soon I add a second finger and pause to taste my juices again.

My legs have parted so you can see everything; the fingers sliding around my hard clit, the fingers that move in and out of my pussy making everything wet. You can hear the wet sounds of my finger-fucking, and my soft moans. I close my eyes again as I feel the build up into an orgasm.

“Gods, this feels so good. But it would be better if it were you, instead of my fingers inside me. I’d love to have your tongue on my clit and your fingers fucking me. Taste my wet pussy yourself, like I tasted your cock. I want to feel your cock slide into my pussy. I want to feel you trusting in me. I want to feel your mouth and hands on my nipples and body. I want to cum around your cock.”

You can tell that I’m getting close; my fingers and hands slow down, and that my thighs are trembling just a little.

I open my eyes and look up to look into your face, to see that you have your camera out. My cheeks take on a pink tint that you’re recording this show.

So my hands slow down a little bit more, pausing to give you a chance for a camera shot. It takes off the urgency from my oncoming orgasm. I know that it means you won’t be touching me, at least until you feel like you’ve gotten enough pictures.

I bring the fingers that had been fucking my pussy up to my lips and slowly start licking the juices off, while I look into the camera and into the critical gaze behind it that’s looking for the right moments to capture.

With my cleaned fingers I take the chain between the nipple clamps and pull ever so slightly. My breath hisses in, my head falls back, and my eyes close against the renewed spiral from dull throbbing into sharper pain. My knees close up around my one hand a little too.

I slowly let go of the chain and let out my breath. My hand sneaks back under the pillow and as it comes out you see the purple cock shaped vibrator that I’ve used while we’ve chatted online in my hand.

“It’s always a good idea to have a backup.” I chuckle softly, and bring the rubbery head of the penis shaped vibe to my lips. I work it in and out of my mouth to wet it; it’s a little easier than swallowing your cock because it’s a bit thinner. Once it’s wet and glistening I bring it down to my pussy and slowly start to sink it into my cunt.

I slowly fuck myself with the vibe with the power off for a few strokes, then reach down to turn it on low.

I make sure that the strokes of the vibe in my pussy are slow and long. The fingers on my clit make slow circles around the hard little nub, and move down every so often to gather juices that drawn out by the vibe moving in my cunt.

You finally speak, for the first time in a while.

“Thirty seconds on my mark.”

I groan, and nod. I turn up the speed on the vibrator as I plant my feet firmly on the mattress and wait for your command.

“Mark. 30...”

As you count down, I fuck myself as fast and hard as I can with the vibe. I don’t bother with the fingers on my clit because of the speed and force that I’m fucking myself with the vibe.

I’m shaking by the time you get down to 18. I’m trying to hold off the orgasm building in my body and I know it’s going to be a tough thing to do. I was really close when I had spoken earlier.

When you’re down to 5 I think I’ll be able to hold off the orgasm just that few seconds more, but my body is screaming for release. I’m gasping and moaning, but trying to keep quiet enough to hear your countdown.

“3...”

“2...”

“1... Pull the chain.”

My free hand, which had been gripping the bed cover in a vain attempt to hold things together flies up to the chain between the nipple clamps and pulls outward. The sudden wash of sharp pain throws me over the edge and I cry out as I crash into a hard and powerful orgasm.

My legs clamp up and my eyes scrunch closed. My hips move around the vibe that I’m holding still and the hand on the chain between my nipples is trembling.

My head raises and falls back onto the bed and my legs drop like weights, parting again. I switch off the vibe but leave it in my pussy as it still pulses around the purple hard jelly. The hand on the chain gently holds it down to my chest so that there’s a lot of slack.

I slowly open my eyes and look at you.

I enjoy the look on your face, the glint in your eyes as you look over the camera, and the cock standing in appreciation at the show I just gave you.

I smile a little, and slowly pull out the vibrator from my abused pussy. I proceed to lick my juices off of it, very very slowly while looking at you all of the time. I then set it aside and shift gradually to kneel up. I raise my hands up to my breasts to remove the clamps and I see you shake your head. “Keep them on.”

My head cocks to the side for a second at your tone and then I rest back on my heels while kneeling and cross my wrists behind my back. “I have a selection of the rest of my gear here, if you require it Sir.”

You set down the camera and cross over to the bed, taking a hold the hair at the top of my neck. You pull my head back so I can see the wide and wild look in your eyes. “Where is it?”

I shudder at the tone, the clear look of lust and dominance in your eyes, the sudden completeness of your dominating presence again. “It is in the black suitcase in the closet, Sir. The gear is at the bottom of the case, Sir.”

You release my hair and grab the suitcase. The clothing on the top of the gear is dropped onto the floor. You look at the pieces at the case and sneer a little. “You have a meager selection, lass. Lets see what we can do with it.”

First you come over with the collar and cuffs (both wrists and ankles) and quickly put them on. You clip my wrists and ankles together behind my back, while I’m still kneeling. You make sure that you don’t touch the chain on the nipple clamps.

You take the vibrator from the bed and set it with the rest of the gear onto the bedside table. There is a soft leather flogger, a knife, a small anal plug, and a little bullet vibrator.

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Now... where would you pick up the fantasy?????
[yes, it is written as if a guy what the audience/other participant.... but things could be arranged for it to be a woman, or for a woman to come in...]