I lock my car, take a deep breath and walk over to the hotel. After weeks of emails, texts and telephone conversations Richard and I have decided to meet up and role-play our combined sexual fantasy.
It’s astonishing to consider that only three months ago I had never heard of Richard, but now I am about to spend the night with him, will have sex with him – a man whom I have never met. And that is what makes this encounter so thrilling.
I had come into contact with Richard on a dating website. He had described himself and sent me several photographs; most of them were of his physique, which was impressive. And although his eyes were obscured by his shades, on a full picture of his body in profile I had liked what I had seen. Flirty emails and texts ensued and several telephone conversations where we talked into the small hours about everything and nothing. As time progressed our emails became raunchier and steamier. Finally, we’d decided that we wanted to meet up. Originally, we had planned a dinner date but we both knew that the restaurant meal was just a prelude to going to bed. And, with this thought nestling in the backs of our minds, we had spoken about what we would like, our first time in the bedroom. On the telephone Richard had admitted, ‘Lisa, I have this fantasy, this sexual fantasy.’
‘Mmm, I’m listening,’ I had replied cautiously.
‘I’m sitting in a hotel bar, and this woman walks in, a complete stranger. We don’t speak to each other but we leave the bar together. We go to a room, have fantastic sex all night long, in different positions – we have oral, we have anal, but we never once speak to each other. And in the morning we just get up, dress and leave, never having spoken.’
I laughed. ‘Well, I suppose we are strangers in one respect because we haven’t actually met each other before.’
Hesitantly he asked, ‘Would you be up for it?’
It would be an incredible way to start our relationship. I didn’t need to think about it for long. ‘Yes, Richard, I would.’
‘Oh, that’s brilliant.’ There was relief in his voice. ‘And what about you? Is there anything you would particularly like whilst we are together?’
I paused. ‘Actually, I adore being tied up. I’d love it if you would tie my hands to the bed, straddle me so I can give you head and then, when you’re ready, just hold my legs up high and fuck me.’
Richard’s breathing sounded heavier. I think he was getting aroused at our plans for our first meeting.
‘Yes, I could do that.’
‘But Richard, your fantasy, the anal sex part – I’ve never had anal sex before.’ I paused. ‘It’ll be my first time but, yes, I am prepared to try it.’
Richard must have become more inflamed, because when he replied his words sounded garbled. ‘Yes, I’ll be very careful.’
‘So we’ll forget about having dinner beforehand. I’ll just meet you in a hotel bar and we’ll see how it goes.’
‘No speaking, though,’ he reminded me.
‘No speaking,’ I confirmed.
* * *
I walk purposefully through Reception, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the hotel staff, and head for the bar. I have been preparing myself for this encounter for several days. I am wearing a cobalt-blue shift dress, black stockings and black stilettos. Beneath my dress I wear a red and black basque because Richard had confided earlier that he found them very erotic. He had also mentioned, laughingly, that he found a shaven pussy exciting, so I am now totally hairless and without panties. I want this fantasy to be played out so well. Earlier, this morning, I had gone to a local haberdashery store and purchased four long lengths of silk material to use as restraints. My bag is full of items bought especially for tonight.
My heart is racing as I push the door open and walk into the bar. Instrumental music plays quietly in the background. There is a middle-aged couple sitting nearby and, on the far side, two men discuss the documents laid out on the table in front of them. And, sitting at the bar, with his back to me, is Richard. Casually, I stroll over. He glances up at me as I stand alongside him. We had agreed previously that if we didn’t fancy each other when we met up either of us could leave, no questions asked.
‘A gin and tonic, please,’ I order when the barman approaches. I sit on the stool next to Richard. He has his mobile phone on the counter and is tapping away at the keys.
Trying to appear nonchalant I turn to look at him as I wait for my drink. He has thick, dark hair that curls rather boyishly at the nape of his neck. There is a faint trace of stubble on his jaw and his eyes are a deep green and glint invitingly in the sombre room. He has broad shoulders and well-manicured hands. He looks marginally older than I had imagined him but in the flesh he is incredibly handsome.
I pay for my drink. I’m very nervous but Richard and I have written and talked about this evening many times. It’s our fantasy that we’re about to enact. I edge towards him and nudge the back of his leg with my foot. A brief look of surprise flashes across his face but he continues to drink. I massage his leg with my foot and then lean forwards, resting my hand lightly on his thigh. Whilst holding my glass with my left hand I tenderly squeeze and rub his thigh with my right. He turns to face me and I smile widely; he smiles back and I feel reassured. He’s about to speak so I put a finger swiftly to his lips.
‘Ssshh, you know the rules, no speaking.’
I continue to caress his thigh, ensuring that my hand accidentally brushes his groin. The thought of the naughtiness that awaits me makes me tingle and I’m impatient to leave the bar. I finish my drink quickly and then nod towards the lift. Richard rises to his feet and I follow him out of the bar. I’m so excited I can already sense my pussy pulsating.
Inside the lift the sexual tension is palpable. Teasingly, I hitch up my dress so that Richard can see my stocking-tops, and then slightly higher so that he can see my hairless pussy, now slick with my juices. The lust is apparent in his dark-green eyes. He lunges at me and grabs my bottom, pulling me against him so that I can feel his erection.
I follow him along the corridor to his room. There is a four-poster bed and on either side is a standard lamp that bathes the room in a subdued light. The heavy curtains are closed and beneath them are a Victorian desk and two large leather chairs. There is a wardrobe and opposite is the en-suite. I open my bag and, on the desk, lay out the items for tonight: a box of condoms; a blindfold; the four silk scarves; a vibrator and a bottle of anal lubricant.
Standing behind me Richard unzips my dress and I wriggle out of it. He scoops my hair from my neck and kisses the bare skin. I tremble at the sensitivity of his lips and the warmth of his breath. His hands slide around my waist, up my body to my breasts, finding their way into the fine material of the cups of my basque. Playfully, he rolls my erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Desire sears through me. He continues to kiss my neck and tease my nipples and, hungrily, I reach behind, searching for his groin. I feel his erection beneath the material of his trousers and rub seductively. In response he bites my neck hard and pinches my nipples. I’m overwhelmed by passion.
Richard moves to the desk and picks up one of the silk scarves. He places my wrists together in front of my body and wraps the scarf around them and ties it. He then takes the blindfold and slips it over my eyes. Instantly, I feel vulnerable and highly aroused. He pushes one of his fingers into my mouth. Now that I have no vision, my other senses come to the fore; I pick up the sound of his breathing, the smell of his aftershave, the taste of his skin and the feel of his finger upon my tongue. I suck it and imagine that it is his cock.
He stops and bends me over. I realise he is sitting on the edge of the bed and he pulls me down so that I’m across his lap. He yanks the scarf taut so that my arms are against his calf and then traps the end of the material beneath his feet. He starts to caress my buttocks, kneading the flesh and digging his fingers roughly into the skin. Silently, I’m willing him to touch my pussy; it’s aching to feel his fingers. As if knowing my thoughts, Richard moves from my buttocks to between my legs. He runs a finger along my pussy and I moan with sweet satisfaction.
‘Naughty girl,’ I hear him murmur.
And then he smacks my arse. The suddenness of it makes me writhe but he puts his left arm firmly across my back to hold me in place on his lap. Then he starts up a rhythm: stroke my gaping pussy to make me moan; spank my right buttock hard; stroke my gaping pussy to make me moan; spank my left buttock hard, like he’s punishing me for enjoying it. Each time he spanks me he moves to a different place so that soon all the skin is tingling and smarting. I’m so turned on that I’m wet.
He starts massaging my tender skin with strong but soothing strokes, and then releases the scarf and sits me on the bed. I can hear him walking around the room and the sound of the chairs being moved. My bottom stings but, mainly, I’m aware of the lascivious ache deep within my pussy. I need his fingers and cock inside me.
His arms around me, he gently tugs to indicate he wants me to get on the floor. This surprises me – why does he want me on the floor when there is a beautiful four-poster bed here? He has placed two pillows on top of each other and he makes me kneel on them. Pulling the scarf, he forces me down and forwards, and places my hands so that I’m gripping the desk leg. The silk material swishes softly across my arms and behind my neck. He’s tied me firmly so that my face is almost touching the carpet and I can’t raise my head. He spreads my knees and I know that my pussy is exposed and available to him. I feel a scarf being tied around my left thigh and the other end around my left ankle, but he must have threaded the material around the chair arm, because there is a strain on the scarf and I can’t move my leg. He does the same to my right leg, binding me somehow to the chair. I can’t close my thighs; I’m bound securely to the hotel-room furniture, my head held low and my arse sticking majestically in the air. Being tied up like this, offering my pussy to him, makes me feel very wanton and sexy. I imagine him standing there, admiring the way I am whorishly on display, looking at my sex glistening with the juices from my desire.
The noises I can hear tell me Richard is undressing, getting a condom from the box and putting it on. I’m almost shaking from anticipation, not knowing if, when he touches me, it will be with his tongue, his fingers or his cock. He’s kneeling behind me. And, suddenly, it happens. He just plunges his finger inside me and starts to finger-fuck me, fast and furious. Bound, there is nothing I can do but accept this pussy-pummelling. I’m panting loudly and aware of the wet sound of his finger sliding in and out of my sodden sex. He starts to rub my clit and I bite my lip to try and suppress my shrieks of delight. And then he stops, and begins to smack my shaven pussy. No man has ever done this before and I’ve obviously been missing out. Arousal surges through me. The frantic fingering recommences, and, although he’s only been touching me for a couple of minutes, I think I’m going to come. When he clasps my clit again I’m convinced of it. Before I realise it I’m begging, ‘Fuck me. Please. Fuck me now, Richard.’
‘What did you just say?’ he asks surprised.
I grimace. I know we’re not meant to talk but that slipped out inadvertently. He stops playing with me and my body relaxes as the imminent orgasm subsides. I breathe deeply as I come down and try to control myself. After a few seconds he starts another onslaught, fingering me again with force, and immediately I’m back there at the brink. I wrestle with my restraints, not wanting to come until he’s inside me. Desperately I scream, ‘Just fuck me now, Richard, fuck me hard.’
He grabs my hips and slams his cock full into me. I cry out as my yielding pussy takes it all. He pumps lustily whilst again kneading my buttocks and grasping handfuls of my flesh. I’m glad I have the desk leg to grip because I’m using it to push myself back on to his cock, feeling his full length rammed inside me. He does indeed fuck me hard, showing my pussy no mercy as he thrusts deep, making me writhe on his thick, powerful cock. I have so wanted this, my dream of bondage with Richard in a hotel room. Blindfolded, bound and fucked. He reaches between my legs and starts rubbing my clit vigorously, and within seconds I’m bucking and jerking as I shatter through my crashing climax. My muscles tighten and I can feel him shuddering as he comes. It was fast but it was one helluva fuck.
He stands up and I wait for him to free me from my silken restraints but instead he goes into the bathroom. I hear the shower being switched on. Alone, tied up and in my own world of darkness, he leaves me on the floor for what seems like ages. My legs and back are beginning to ache. I want to stretch. Finally, I hear the bathroom door open and he returns. He kneels behind me.
‘Are you OK?’ he asks quietly.
‘Yes.’
‘Good, because I’m about to fuck you again.’
I quiver at his words and, when I hear the sound of him removing another condom from the box, excitement swells within me. I wait for the touch of his hand on my insatiable pussy but it doesn’t happen. Instead I gasp loudly and shiver as cold dollops of lubricant drop into the crack of my arse. It’s going to happen! This is what I have been fantasising about since Richard first mentioned it: my virgin bottom being violated by his magnificent cock. I breathe in deeply at the feeling of him prising my buttocks apart and rubbing the lubricant along my butt crack. And when he applies mild pressure to my puckered hole, I squirm with expectancy. Over and over, he presses down on my tightness, knowing I’m getting more and more excited. Finally, he penetrates me, forcing me open with his finger. Involuntarily, I squeeze as my muscles feel this intrusion. My breathing is shallow and quick and I’m engulfed with longing, ashamed to realise I’m rocking back and forth to lift my arse up to him, helping him to slide his finger in and out. With slow and measured jabs he finger-fucks my arse. And it is wonderful. As he pushes in another finger I whimper at the delectable way I’m being stretched.
‘Oh, Richard,’ I pant.
‘Why do you keep calling me Richard?’ he asks.
Abruptly, I stop rocking and stiffen. ‘What do you mean? You’re Richard,’ I say sharply.
‘No. My name’s Andy.’
‘Don’t mess around, Richard,’ I snap.
He reaches forward and the movement causes his fingers to shove further inside me and I gasp. The blindfold is lifted up. I blink painfully in the sudden light but, when I focus, I see in front of me, on the carpet, a company’s ID badge. The photograph is clearly of the man who has two fingers up my arse. Andrew Ballinger.
I go cold with the awful realisation. I have just been fucked by a complete stranger! Oh, God!
‘I thought you were Richard,’ I mumble. ‘I’m meant to be with Richard.’
Andy replaces the blindfold and I descend into darkness again. I’m panicky; I’m bound by a man I know nothing about and he has his fingers embedded in my arse.
‘I have to go,’ I mutter.
He ignores me and asks instead, ‘What’s your name?’
‘Lisa,’ I say quietly.
He clamps his free arm around me, holds me tight against his body and restarts his finger-fucking of my backside, picking up speed, a much faster rhythm now, one that makes me cry out loudly and causes my pussy to ache.
Oh, hell, this feels amazing. But it’s not Richard. ‘No, no, you shouldn’t be doing that,’ I cry.
‘Why not? You’re loving it.’ He pushes harder and, unintentionally, I moan with pleasure.
‘But you’re not Richard,’ I manage to blurt out.
‘So, Lisa, tell me about Richard. How come you didn’t realise I wasn’t him?’
I can hardly speak. My muscles are tight and I’m panting so heavily from his relentless fingering of my arse that my words are rushed. ‘I met him on the internet but we haven’t actually met yet. We were going to meet for the first time tonight in the bar downstairs. We were going to role-play two strangers meeting in a bar, going to a hotel room, no speaking allowed, and then fucking all night long.’
Andy laughs. ‘Including bondage and anal sex. God, that is so horny. So very horny.’ He keeps on fingering me.
‘You need to stop,’ I whine. ‘I have to go.’
‘But you’re loving it. Admit it.’
Andy removes his fingers and releases his grip on me. I must go and find Richard. But his hands are again on my bottom and once more he gently parts my buttocks. His cock is pressing against my anus. This man is not Richard but, oh, God, I so want this. I’m pushing against him. He holds my hips to steady himself. And, in the way he teased me with his fingers he does the same with his cock. Just a moderate pressure and then away, tormenting me, making me think he is about to enter me but then stopping.
‘Well, Lisa, it’s your choice,’ he says. ‘I can either untie you and you can get dressed, collect your playthings and see if your Richard is still in the bar waiting or …’ He pushes the tip of his cock into my arse. I have never heard myself pant or moan this loudly before. His cock is edging me open. ‘Or I can continue to fuck you and you can stay here with me tonight.’
Just the tip is inside, entering me, then a little bit more. He moves in and out ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, but it sends shockwaves through me.
‘Shall I continue?’ he asks.
‘God, yes, yes, Andy. Please don’t stop.’ I can’t believe how throaty and guttural my voice sounds.
Slowly, so slowly, he pushes himself in further. My muscles expand reluctantly to take the girth of his thick cock, trying to contract and push him back out. He holds himself in this position, feeling my muscles tight around the tip of his cock. It hurts accommodating his swollen member, the way he strains my muscles, but I know my greedy arse is opening up for him, allowing him entry. With the lightest of movements he inches in and out and I’m screaming in ecstasy. I grip the desk leg tightly as he fucks me so slowly and gently. The sensation is unbelievable; I feel the pleasure rising in my arse in the same way that it does in my pussy when I’m about to come. It keeps increasing and increasing. No, it is becoming unbearable. I need to come. Oh, hell, how I need to come. I clench my pussy muscles to try and bring myself off but that doesn’t work. My thighs are still held apart by the scarves. I can’t rub my legs together to gain relief. This is too much, I can’t take any more. This man is killing me, I need him to touch my sex. Urgently.
I yell, ‘God, I need to come. Make me come’
‘Soon,’ he whispers.
‘No. Now. Please, please,’ I beg.
He smacks my arse. ‘When I’m ready.’ He fucks me some more; hardly moving his cock but enough to drive me wild. Then, at last, he massages my clit and the feel of his touch is the catalyst for my climax. Immediately I thrash, uncontrolled, and it pushes me further on to him. With each jolt I’m forcing him deeper into me; impaling myself on his prick. He pounds into me and I feel so gloriously, satisfyingly full – full of cock, so full of cock. Being fucked in the arse is everything I ever imagined it would be. I come, violently and noisily. It is the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. There is a rush in my head and I’m not sure if it’s the effect of wearing the blindfold or whether, for a second, I do black out. Breathless, I collapse on to the carpet.
Andy spanks me hard several times before withdrawing but I’m too exhausted to care. He unties the scarves and then goes into the bathroom. I’m so stiff; unable to stand, I roll on to my side and remove the blindfold. Listening to the sound of Andy’s shower, I lie on the floor appalled at what I’ve just done. Eventually, I stand and retrieve my phone. I had switched it to silent mode; I have six texts, three missed calls and one voicemail from Richard.
Hi, Lisa. I got stuck in traffic and was thirty minutes late. I can’t see you anywhere in the bar. Have you arrived yet? I’m going to wait in the bar until about ten. Let me know what’s happening. I’m really looking forward to tonight. Richard.
Andy walks out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He smiles broadly as he sits down on the bed. Embarrassed, I rush to the bathroom. In the mirror I see my bottom still pink from the spanking, my swollen pussy, open and used, and my freshly fucked arse. Hastily I freshen up.
Richard will still be downstairs. I can get dressed and leave here and be with him in five minutes. I could be with the man whose fantasy I’m meant to be sharing. I peek around the bathroom door. Andy has tied a scarf to each corner of the bed. The blindfold, vibrator and a condom are on the pillow. I step back before he sees me. Once he has bound me spread-eagled to the bed, he intends to blindfold me, use the vibrator on me and then fuck me. My pussy throbs at the thought.
I bring up Richard’s contact details on my phone and send a text.
Dreadfully sorry, Richard, but my car has broken down. I’m not going to be able to get there tonight. Really sorry it’s taken me so long to let you know what’s happened. Can we reschedule please to another night? I will certainly make it up to you.
Switching off my phone I re-enter the bedroom.
Andy is holding the end of one of the scarves ready to bind me. ‘No speaking,’ he says.
I agree. ‘No speaking. Just fucking.’