I was invited to a party by a dangerous man. It was out of state so we had a three hour ride to get to know each other. A friend of his accompanied us. About ten minutes down the freeway I could tell I liked these two a lot.
“We’re going on an adventure!” my acquaintance turned friend shouted. He drove, I was in the passenger seat and his buddy was in the backseat snortin’ crank. I was told to conduct myself very highly on this trip (not that I wouldn’t) but I was told. So I refrained from all alcohol and substances until after midnight, which is where the story really begins…
When we got to the hotel we were immediately surrounded by no less than 13 security guards. They looked like kids, I thought to myself. What the fuck were they going to do? Nevertheless, there I was in my floor length leopard coat and some violent heels being stared at by a bunch of curious eyes. I was more fixated on the magnificent and sparkling white Christmas trees and all the elegant chandeliers displayed throughout the Lobby and Casino. However, ‘security’ was fixated on my friends.
I was confused. We checked in without a hitch. We were guests. Sure we saw cop cars outside but no actual cops inside. Why such an extravagant escort to the elevators?
“We need you guys to wear your masks,” one of them prepubescently squeaked. To which my friends did not comply.
“We’re going to our rooms gentlemen, have a good day,” my intimidating friend said. They actually formed a circle and followed us while continuously trying to enforce something or other. To which my pals doubled down on their unwillingness to even listen. Words were exchanged.
My panties were drenched. I was happy I declined the offer of my own private room. I couldn’t wait to see how this evening played out.
When we did, in fact, make it to our rooms I thought ya that wasn’t about masks. But I knew better than to ask. If I was supposed to know something, they would tell me. Otherwise I kept my mouth shut. This was the kind of company I preferred to keep. That raw Alpha display had me squirming inside.
Moments later a bunch of guys came up to our room with all kinds of beer and snacks. I was introduced to everyone as my Dominatrix persona. They seemed fascinated by my profession. I answered a million questions as their jaws were on the floor. They couldn’t believe the things people paid me to do. Administering pain, pegging, and humiliating being the top three. Its fun to shock a room full of people who shock you back.
We left for the party which was just down the street. There were beautiful women there, a fantastic pool, a fire place, and even a matriarch who was also wearing a floor length leopard coat. I fit right in. I was really happy to be on the arm of my new friend. My whole body was really taking to him.
I had a beer, did some lines, and selected some music. A small scrap broke out amongst some of the women. I was glad to still be mostly sober. Before we left I slammed some shots and started to party harder. I was happy to conduct myself to the highest order but my pussy was still stuck in the lobby from earlier. Good God.
When we got back I jumped right in my bed and got under the covers. It was freezing! He came over and laid at my feet. He grinned from ear to ear.
“Hiiiiiiii.”
“You treated me like royalty all night,” I answered.
“That’s what we do.” He crawled up to kiss me.
He was huge. This was a very big man. A very big and strong no nonsense man . We chatted a little bit about a curiosity he had. It got us both worked up and before I knew it his gun was in the nightstand, his coke was on my tits, and his tongue was in my pussy.
He was so gentle with my clit and his fingering was perfect . My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My hands grabbed onto his ears, my hips swiveled, and I started pulsating in his mouth.
We switched positions. I did two lines off his dick and said, “Are you sure about this?”
He nodded. I grabbed his knife and cut down two of my very long, sharp, red finger nails. He licked the rest of the coke off my tits and sucked on my nipples. Then he laid back. I spread his legs a little with my knees, put lotion on my fingers and said, “This is going to be shocking at first. I need you to just relax and don’t resist. You ready?”
I inserted my middle finger very gently and massaged his prostate. I talked him through the psychological misconception that this was anything other than pure pleasure.
He had a hundred questions but eventually allowed his body to relax. I watched his face as I moved inside of him. This was incredibly erotic for me. I spit on his cock and gave him a very slobbery blowjob with my fingers still inside. As my mouth went numb, he was starting to really get into it. His whole body and face went from complete apprehension to absolute ecstasy.
A few small moans came out of him. He was getting SO worked up. I could tell by his blank stare he was getting a high from it.
“I’m going to fuck you SO HARD. You’re gonna get it rough.” he whispered hoarsely.
He put his arm around me and body slammed me onto my back. The head board cracked against the wall. He spread my legs as far as they could go and just fucked the ever loving shit out of me. I got pounded harder than I thought was possible and when it was time for him to cum he screamed in my ear.
Maybe it was the drugs, but I’m pretty sure I had just fallen in love.
We did this repeatedly for hours. My legs felt like a broken bear trap. Each time he came inside me the same loud bellowing scream came out. This man was absolutely unhinged.
The following morning, I kid you not, the people in the room next to us were being carried away on a stretcher. His friends had come over from down the hall to make sure the paramedics weren’t for us.
You cannot tell me the noises, the slamming, the screaming, the pleasure, the moaning, the sniffing and the snorting coming out of our room were not to blame. I hope we didn’t send someone to their grave, but man, what a way to go!
I could see his friends smiling from the corner of my eye as I was putting on a shirt; my back to them. They were being very polite and looked away as I got dressed. “Why don’t I meet you guys downstairs for drinks? I’m gonna shower and clean up.“
We had a few cocktails down in the lounge with no trouble from security and one hilarious bender of a ride home. We dropped his friend off at his house but we weren’t quite finished with each other just yet.
Oh no.
Apparently that was just an appetizer for both of us because the next 36 hours was about to be one of the craziest weekends of my life…
