The Encounter

Nick had arrived at the hotel bar almost an hour before the agreed upon time of 8:15PM. He needed time alone to contemplate the extraordinary circumstances in which he found himself; but he wasn't accustomed to being alone, not like this, not without Annette, his wife of over ten years. Normally she would have been sitting at the bar next to him, chatting with him about their respective days while she worked on some gin cocktail. Tonight, however, she wasn't there and the empty chair reminded him over and over of the doubt and anxiety that had been plaguing him for days.

This was in spite of the fact that Ann had been an active participant in the planning and execution of the current arrangement and was, in many ways, the catalyst for it as well. She had, after all, told him countless times that ifhewanted to have some fun she unequivocally supported him. It had taken him a long time, but he finally summoned the courage to bring it up and she had been happy to help him search. It wasn't as if he were skulking behind her back -- still, the idea of what they had organized weighed on his conscience as he threw back the last of his drink.

The bartender, a well-groomed young man whose rolled up sleeves displayed a pair of arms most any man Nick's age would envy, came over from the far end of the counter where he had been talking to a waitress. He motioned to the empty glass.

"Would you care for another drink, sir?" he inquired.

Nick flicked it with a fingertip. "Why not. Make it a double, if you would be so kind."

The bartender nodded and set to work on another Bacardi and cola.

Nick leaned back on the tall chair and pressed his palms into his eyes. He could still leave. There was no law that said he had to go through with the plan. He could down the drink, get an Uber home and just shrug off the price of the hotel room -- he'd surely spent $160 in dumber ways. However, his practicality intervened. He had already dedicated weeks cultivating the relationship, days planning and hours preparing for tonight's adventure. Walking away this late in the game would only prove correct all his assumptions about himself -- that he was a weak and timid man who would never embrace anything strictly for his own excitement and pleasure. Annette would never let him forget the disappointment either and it would likely foreclose any opportunity to try and do this again in the future.

"There you are, sir," the bartender said as he placed the new glass on the polished wood. "Tab?"

Nick inclined his head.

--

"Nick?"

He had been deep in thought and focusing on a curiously shaped liquor bottle on the shelf -- the soft voice behind him and the gentle touch on his shoulder brought him out of his mental anguish. He turned and saw a young woman, about 25, standing with a disarming yet nervous smile. Her black hair fell just to her partially exposed shoulders and was as straight as if styled by an engineer. Her cool green eyes sparkled at Nick who sat staring at her, dumbfounded at the sight of this enchanting pixie.

"Yes! Yeah!" he said at length, more loudly than he intended. "Um... Erin?"

She nodded and sat down beside him. He glanced down, taking in the beautiful tight black skirt riding up slightly, giving him a fantastic view of her smooth and trim legs. She must have noticed his ogling -- she giggled and pulled the hem of the skirt up another half inch or so, almost completely revealing her thigh.

"Am I late?" she asked, genuinely concerned. "I didn't have my phone handy, so I wasn't really sure what time it was. I hope you haven't been waiting too long."

Nick shook his head vigorously. "Oh no!" he lied. "I've been fine. I'm just glad to finally see... meet you in person."

The bartender made his way back towards them. He offered Erin a more than professional smile. "What can I get for you, miss?"

As she ordered, Nick took a long, appreciative gaze at his companion's svelte profile. She wore a dark, silky blouse that looked smooth enough for water to slide off. Her breasts were barely discernable under the thin fabric and it occurred to Nick that he had never been with such a woman before. He had always dated girls with above average tits (he made a distinction in his mind) and Ann's were a little above 'above average', but it was what he had always liked. He enjoyed the look of a busty woman spilling out of a lacy nightgown or being able to grab a handful of squishy naked boobs in the shower, but this was very different. There was something magical and mysterious about this almost fragile creature that made him want to wrap an arm around her, to offer her protection from the big bad world. Erin turned suddenly and caught him staring again.

"Am I really that interesting?" she teased. She tilted her face down and batted her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry," Nick stammered. ""It's just that you're so gorgeous."

Erin smiled and put a hand on Nick's arm. "I appreciate that," she said.

She glanced around secretively before leaning over to whisper into his ear: "Am I what you were looking for?"

The directness of the question gave Nick a fierce erection, but there would be time for that later. Talking to her instantly became easy and effortless; his anxiety almost vanished. Over the next while their banter covered a wide range of topics. He learned that Erin was engaged and that she was excited to move to Colorado after the wedding. Her fiancé was already there having relocated for his work. She was still under contract at her job so she couldn't leave yet, but they talked for hours on FaceTime at night and he paid for her to fly out every other weekend. The long-distance relationship, she told him, was working out really well. She had just adopted a cat and was thinking about getting her first tattoo.

"Just some stars or maybe vines right here," she said, indicating a spot just above her right breast. "Something small and cute since, you know, I'm a tattoo virgin."

She was exactly as she had been in their text exchanges: witty, intelligent and flirty.

Erin learned that Nick worked in finance and that he played golf occasionally when his work friends weren't busy. He enjoyed hockey (watching, obviously) but it was difficult to make time to go see games, even though it was only a 45-minute drive. He liked traveling but not the getting there; he hated parking lots and got terribly stressed at airports. She already knew, of course, that he was married.

--

"So... can I ask you something? You can say no," he said after they had talked for some time and had hit a bit of a lull.

"I know I can say no," Erin replied with an adorable snort. "But I rarely do."

Nick collected his thoughts. He was about to broach the subject they both knew this entire evening was about. The train had left the station and there was no stopping it now.

"What does your fiancé think about... about this?"

She smiled. "What does your wife think about it?"

Nick sipped his drink and looked away. He felt embarrassed and stupid even asking the question.

"Don't worry," she said in a low voice. She rested her hand on Nick's leg. "He likes it too. He gets off when I call him right afterwards and tell him how it was doing it with someone else." She slid her hand towards his bulge. "He loves when I send him pictures of my used pussy or my bruised butt. He really likes seeing another man's cum on my face."

Her hand stopped. Nick's penis strained against the restrictive dress pants he wore. Erin peeked down and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips before looking up again.

"You like that too, don't you? You like it when your horny little housewife comes home with her hair all messed up and her face all red and sweaty from being with her 'special friend', don't you?"

Nick was shocked to hear his fetish relayed with such accuracy. He hadn't said anything like that to Erin, so Ann must have been in communication with her too. It was the only explanation, although he had not been aware that she had beenthatinvolved in the project. He suddenly became breathless and fumbled for his drink. Erin tilted her head and licked her lips again.

"It drives you crazy, I'll bet, knowing another man's hands have been spanking her ass and another cock has been in her mouth. Just me talking about it gets you hard."

Nick could only nod. His words failed and he could really only think about this stranger's finger slowly moving across his crotch. He stared into Erin's eyes and lost himself in their emerald depths. He imagined his wife, maybe fully naked, maybe wearing a tiny pink thong, kneeling on the floor of J's apartment. She was looking up at him, asking for a treat: his cum down her throat. He was teasing her, making her beg while she resisted playfully, half-heartedly -- him taking her by the hair and...

"But I know something she won't let him or even you do to her... but I will, if you want, because I'm a good girl. I follow directions and only put up a fight if that's what you want me to do."

Never had he been so turned on just by hearing someone talk. He glanced around the room. The bartender was chatting with a couple at the far end of the counter. A few of the nearby tables had people sitting, but they were deep in conversation or had their back to them. No one was paying them the least amount of attention. Before he had a chance to change his mind, he slipped a hand under her skirt. He ran his fingers up her thigh, reveling in the sensation of flawless young skin. Erin scooted closer and leaned over a few inches. She closed her eyes and opened her lips to let out the slightest of moans.

"Did you notice?" she whispered, opening her eyes and giving him her best good girl gaze. "I forgot to put on panties. Oops."

It was true. His fingers passed over a small patch of wispy hair and brushed against the outside of her vagina. As he gently probed the entrance, Erin shifted on the chair. She spread her legs somewhat, still careful to keep their game hidden under the bar. Nick could feel just how aroused she was. Erin took hold of his forearm and dug her short but pointy nails into his skin. The sting encouraged his exploration and he slid two digits into her. She stifled a squeal.

Nick was amazed at how easily he had located her hole even without being able to see it. Sometimes, even after all that time, he struggled for several minutes trying to get one finger into Ann's pussy and that was even with the closet light on. Tonight, however, through some witchcraft or latent sixth sense, he had found this unknown girl's without any difficulty.

"Oh!" Erin sighed. "Oh my God, Nick! Do you finger your wife like that or am I special?"

Nick was about to reply but he noticed the bartender starting to move towards them. He withdrew his hand and Erin contorted her face into an exaggerated pout. She smoothed her skirt as the bartender asked if they would care for anything else. He must have anticipated their answer because he already had their respective receipts in hand. Erin made a motion to her clutch, but Nick shook his head and pulled out his wallet. She smiled and passed a hand through her hair as Nick slid a number of bills across the counter.

"At least let me leave a tip," Erin offered.

"Absolutely not," Nick replied with a surprisingly firm tone. "Tonight is my treat."

"Yessir," she answered with a glint in her eyes.

--

The room he had booked for their night was comfortable and spacious even though the king-sized bed took up much of the space. He ushered Erin in and closed the door behind them, turning the bolt with a forceful click. He paused a moment before turning to figure out his next move. When he looked around, he saw Erin sitting on the arm of the loveseat looking around the room with mild interest. Her legs were close together like a proper lady, but there was also a provocative air about her in the way she toyed with the tiny silver charm that fell across her collarbone and the way she kept sneaking glances at Nick with a lust that belied her good girl presentation. Nick looked her up and down, letting his eyes linger on every inch of her inviting body.

Erin slid off her shoes and ran her hands down her legs in a half-casual, half-teasing stretch. As she pulled her hands up, she brought the dress up with her, letting Nick have a fantastic look at the bare thighs and waist underneath. In spite of the open invitation, he still feared actually making a move. He thought back to their antics at the hotel bar, the touching, the playing, the fact he still had Erin's pussy juice on his fingers. He was going to roll the dice.

"Come here," he said in a deep, surprisingly commanding tone.

At once, Erin got to her feet and crossed the floor to where he stood. She clasped her hands behind her back and peeked up at him with the intoxicating look of someone eager to please. Nick took hold of her hips and turned her so her back was facing him. She made no effort to resist. Emboldened, he wrapped his arms around her slim body and pulled her to him. His hands were locked on her chest and he felt her slowly pushing her butt against his crotch. He felt slightly faint but inhaled deeply, letting his cock swell. He planted a kiss on her neck and smiled at her whimper.

"Are you certain you want to do this?" he whispered.

Erin tilted her head back against Nick's chest. She was breathing more quickly.

"More than anything," she replied. "Whatever you want; tonight I'm your good little girl."

In a sudden move, Nick bent Erin over and gave her a tremendous slap on her ass. She clearly was unprepared because she shrieked and instinctively tried to get out of his grasp, but he had been given a green light and he was not about to waste the chance.

"Slut!" he hissed, giving her another sharp slap to the backside. "You're a whore and a bitch trying to tempt me away from my wife -- trying to seduce me."

He sensed her shock giving way to excitement and the initial pain being transformed into sexual energy. Erin looked back at him with a lustful sneer. She wasn't used to puritanical roleplay, but she liked how it was starting. She made an effort to lunge at him, her eyes wild and fiery.

"You know you want me," she shot back. "I know you've been wanting to have your way with me all night. I hardly had to try, you've been so hard for me. Youwantto be unfaithful, to defile me, to do all the things with my body she won't let you do with hers."

Nick grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her back to her feet. The feeling of control, the abandoning of inhibitions, the freedom -- it was almost as arousing as Erin's words. He spun her around and slapped her cheek.

"Silence, whore! I forbid you from speaking such filth."

"That's right," Erin purred. She slid a hand down Nick's body and squeezed his erection. "Slap me! Beat the evil out of me! I must be punished."

Nick wrenched her head to the side. This was uncharted territory for him -- he had never been so rough with Ann before and he wasn't sure how much was too much. Erin moaned like a wounded animal but would not let go of his crotch. She was also using her free hand to squeeze her breasts -- he reasoned she was enjoying this at least as much as him.

"Get to your knees," he ordered. "I want to hear you beg."

The force exerted left her no choice but to comply. She almost slithered to the floor and took hold of his hips. She began to rub her face on the bulge in his pants. Erin took the zipper in her teeth and tugged on it, making deep primal noises in her throat. Nick yanked her head so she had to look up at him. Her eyes were dark and her face pink from desire and his hand.

"Get that thing out and fuck me!" she growled. "Fuck your little whore like you own her. I don't care how hard -- I just need you to fuck me!"

There was something in her face and in her writhing body that seemed to be pleading for more violence. Caution forgotten, Nick slapped her face again, harder than he had intended, which caused him to almost apologize. There was no need.

"Yes!" Erin cried. She was almost tearing at his belt. "Slap me black and blue! You have to force it out or you have to fuck it out of me. There's no other way."

He wound his hand back to hit her once more, but then he stopped and gently patted the top of her head.

"You poor thing," he cooed. "I know a slut like you can't help it. I'm not a violent man -- you made me forget myself."

Nick gave her hair another tug, just to reinforce his authority. He then shoved her face back against the crotch of his pants. Erin rubbed her cheek against the fabric like a cat with its favorite toy.

"I will be generous. Take them off."

Erin quickly unzipped his pants and pulled then and his underwear to the floor. Nick's cock sprang into view, quivering from the excitement. When this encounter had been first organized, Nick's fear was that his body, when the time came, would not cooperate and the entire adventure would be a huge disappointment for all parties.Don't worry about that,Ann had said.You're a man and I know that when you see her you'll have no problem getting it up.

Erin marveled at it for a second before taking hold, but Nick wrenched her head back.

"Not like that, my dear," he said. "Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth. Do not close your eyes."

Again, she complied. She took hold of her ankles and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out like an invitation. Her expression was one of almost frantic desire, but her body was composed. She whimpered as she waited for her master's next instructions. Nick caressed the side of her face and looked down at her with a mixture of approval and disgust.

"You would do anything for this, wouldn't you?" he asked, wagging his member in front of her. "You would sell your soul for this, wouldn't you?"

"I already have, sir," she replied, still not breaking eye contact. "I sold it to be an obedient cum-hungry slut, sir. I can't get enough. I live to eat men's cum. I want it so bad -- Ineedit so bad."

"Then eat," Nick ordered.

Erin pounced on his dick like a starving animal. Without so much as a wince, she took the entire arching length in to her mouth, dragging her tongue over the veins and pressing ever so slightly on its base with her teeth. Nick broke character to utter a, oath and a weak groan at the sensation. Ann was not slouch when it came to blowjobs, but she had also pointed out that he was the only man she'd ever known that couldn't cum from oral alone. Now, however, he felt his legs wobbling and he knew that he would either have to make her stop soon or succumb to her and climax in record time.

Erin pulled her head back and kissed the tip of his penis before going back down. Nick pushed his hips forward as if trying to choke her, but she was locked in and showed no reflex at all.

"Oh god," he exclaimed. "Yes! Yes my girl! You know what you are. You know what to do. Tell me what you are."

"I'm," Erin said after pulling back, dragging her front teeth over the hypersensitive skin the whole way. "I'm a cum -- slave. I'm -- your little -- fuck toy."

Nick took hold of both sides of her head and pushed his drenched cock back into her mouth. She gagged ever so little but soon recovered and resumed fulfilling her instructions. He imagined he could feel her uvula brushing the head of his penis; he felt his muscles tightening and the glands in his testicles straining to burst. As much as he wanted this to last forever, he also didn't want to press his luck. The entire affair, so far, had been beyond anything he could have fantasized, but, despite Erin's obvious willingness and clear enjoyment, he felt the longer she worked on him the less enthusiastic she might become. Some dreams were best ended at their most euphoric.