RENEE
It’s been minutes or maybe an hour since I’d stepped into this luxurious suite of Robert Clarke, the mysterious hot stranger who had picked me from the tropical fruit stand earlier, and ever since then, I’ve been a mess in his hands.
From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring crude questions, and almost ‘coming’ undone on his fingers, I was already living a dream.
He just told me to strip for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing deep blue eyes, which were rimmed with some kind of conundrum I couldn’t explain.
He wanted me to strip for him, and I was supposed to be embarrassed, but instead, I felt the exact opposite. If anything, I was hot, wet, and ready to do whatever he would tell me, although I was not admitting it to him yet.
“I’m still waiting, baby girl.” His deep voice filled the heated air, and my already closed thighs clenched more.
Once again, remembering how skillfully he’d stroked my clit like an instrument he knew so well, my cheeks heated, and I was tempted to reply to him with something sultry too and…
“Yes, Daddy,” I blurted out, and my jaw dropped open as I realized what I’d just said, but it was too late for me to take my words back.
My words did have the desired effect on him, though, because I saw heat flaring in his eyes, and he brought his hands, which were previously stretched on his thigh, to his chin as he gritted his jaw slightly, the sound audible even to my ears.
“Renee…” He drawled, more like groaned and still leaning comfortably on the couch opposite me; he said this time defiantly, “You are making me wait, and I’m going to punish you so much for this. Strip for me. I hate repeating myself, but ever since we’ve stepped into this suite, I’ve done just that.”
A shy smile escaped my lips, and I just shrugged at him, deliberately opening my legs wide, with my hands going to my strap-like bra top.
“Good, continue.” He growled as I began to loosen the knots of my bra.
I took my time undressing though, wanting to act sexy in front of him.
This would be the first time I was doing something like this - stripping in front of a man. Dylan never told me to strip, as he was much of a rush-hour kind of man, and whenever we were together, he would either undress me or fuck me with my clothes on.
Now that I think of it, I wish Dylan had allowed me to undress in front of him because I was enjoying this particular order.
I said nothing to him, deeply engrossed in stripping naked, until I was finally done. My wrap skirt was off my bra on the floor with my round boobs naked and puckered ready, while my wet-as-fuck pants were still in place.
Fixing his gaze on my boobs, I did catch him licking his lips for a moment, but he stopped when our eyes locked.
The action was hot, and it sent shivers of pleasure all over my body as I imagined him licking my nipples with that tongue of his, as well as sucking my clit and eating me out just l…
“Don’t take off your panties.” His voice chimed in, cutting me off my thoughts and wandering hands that were at the hem of my panties, and blinking twice; removing my eyes from his, I quickly did as ordered, dropping my hands.
I was seated half-naked in front of him, my thighs closed again, and my whole body shook pleasurably.
Lord knows I was red all over, goosebumps all over my body, and the illicit moan sounds coming from the loudspeakers in the room did nothing to ease my tension.
“Fuck! You are so gorgeous. Just like I’d imagined. Just look at those curves and your nipples begging for my touch. That slim waist, and your long, lithe legs that I would raise over my shoulders soon and… Baby girl… I can’t wait to be buried inside y…“ He paused instantly.
“What…
“Place your left fingers on your clit, and touch them slowly for me.”
“Wait, what? You want me to touch myself? I’m not fully naked, remember? You told me not to take off my panties, so how do you expect me to do that?” I questioned, surprised, and he didn’t nod or say anything in response, just watching me intently, his eyes hooded and his jaw ticking.
I remembered his order earlier, and he’d asked that I obey his every word, and seeing how he looked at me, I knew I had no option but to obey him.
Anyway, and anyhow, I had to do as he said, and so I slipped my fingers in my panties, a whimper escaping my lips as I touched my pussy.
At first, it felt weird, and this was another first for me.
I masturbated privately at home when I was a bit horny or sometimes when Dylan would fuck me raw but failed to satisfy me, and I would resort to watching porn and getting myself off the edge.
I never did it in front of him though, as he would be asleep most times or in the shower while I got to work.
But now, I was touching myself in front of a stranger I’d met some hours ago, and again I didn’t feel self-conscious or awkward at all.
“Oh…” A moan escaped my lips; my eyes closed, and my head rolled backward on the couch as I imagined Robert Clarke fucking me missionary style on the large king-sized bed in his suite.
He would be staring into my eyes, whispering sweet nothings in my ears while I screamed Daddy and gripped his arms tightly.
“Oh… oh yesss…” I moaned unashamedly, my fingers stroking my clit faster. I was literally on edge, the feeling of my impending orgasm resurfacing for the second time today, when suddenly I heard him growl, “Stop!”
“No! No!” I countered, my head shaking wildly from left to right as I continued to stroke myself faster. There was no way I was denying myself this feeling after he’d rid me of it the first time.
“Stop! I said you should stop. Fucking stop and look at me!” He yelled, his voice so loud that it shook me to the core, and I opened my eyes in a flash.
I could feel my climax leaving me already, that rippling sensual sensation detonating, and a tear almost escaped my eyes in frustration.
“Look at me, baby girl! Look at me…” He ordered, and I slowly straightened my face to look at him.
My panties were wet as fuck, so damp, and I squeezed my thighs, blinking my eyes and arranging my quivering body still.
“What the?”
He was no more seated on the couch. Instead, he stood in front of me, fully naked, with his erection pointing straight and throbbing painfully.
He must have been stroking himself while I masturbated, undressing at the same time when my arousal had been at its peak.
“Fuck!” I cursed again, my eyes roaming over his built body, muscles and his large length.
What the fuck? I hissed within myself, pain and pleasure coursing through me.
He was so huge. So vast and thick, and my mouth fell open.
He was so big, the biggest I’d ever seen, and for a brief second, I felt scared, wondering how he would fit inside my pussy walls.
As if he could read my mind, he said softly, “I won’t hurt you tonight, Renee; just trust me.”
For some weird reason, I believed he wouldn’t hurt me and that he would go easy on me, and so I gave him a meek look, showing my submissiveness to him.
“That’s my girl,” he said, taking a step forward, standing so close that his dick was directly positioned towards my face, and he began to stroke my hair gently.
He took a step backward again, then stretched his hands towards me and said, “Come, baby girl. It’s time to get to work.”
I placed my hands in his, and gently leading me up, he directed me to his bed.
He pushed me to a sitting position again, and as I watched, he went on his knees, and without saying a word, he proceeded to spread my legs, positioning his face between them.
“You know why I asked you to leave this on?” He asked, looking up at me, one of his hands snaking to my boobs, which he squeezed gently.
I nodded negatively, waiting for his response and his voice curling into a growl; he said, “Because I wanted to fucking tear them off you.”
With one swift movement, he yanked my panties off with his strong hand, and the cool whiff of roaming air blasting on my bare pussy, had me moaning out loud.
“So pretty. My pussy, all mine. These pretty pink lips just for me alone….” He muttered, and as I stared at him staring at my pussy, the image stuck in my head.
His fingers grazed my clit, and my back arched off the bed, but his strong grip held me in place.
“All dripping wet for daddy….” He croaked, and I gently replied with a yes.
“Good girl.” He said again, his fingers still grazing my pussy lips, that for a while, I forgot about any other thing and instead enjoyed this brief sensation.
“I promised to take it easy tonight, right?” He asked rhetorically, and before I could even answer, he thrust a finger into my pussy, then another, and another until there were three fingers in my vagina, stretching me wide as I moaned out loud, my hips bucking.
“Oh please…” I groaned, my hands going to his shoulders, and as if my moans urged him on, he instinctively started to finger fuck me hard!