His

As I entered the lobby, the hotel was bustling with your frequent flyers.  Everyone was pulling suitcases or had some sort of shoulder bag and their head buried in their phone.  It was an upscale hotel with a nice cocktail bar, staff were friendly as they greeted everyone who walked by.  I looked over and nodded to the desk attendant and made my way to the elevator.

The room was 901, top floor, penthouse suit.  I pressed the button to call the elevator, my hands were a little shaky from the nervousness and excitement running through my body.  The door opened and two gentlemen stepped out.  Holding the door I waited while they pulled their suitcases out. Stepping in alone, the door closed.  I pressed floor 9 and the code to start the elevator’s ascent. 

As the elevator climbed I could feel my heart beating heavier in my chest, my mind racing, my hands were clammy and I could feel a bead of sweat on my brow.  Ding!  The door opened and I stepped out into a hallway.  It was about 50 ft. long, down a well lit hallway. 

As I walked towards the door I took a deep breath and calmed myself.  I reached his door.  It was a double door made of mahogany wood, the number 901 engraved into the door.  I remembered my instructions.  Knock three times and wait for the invite inside. 

My arm trembling I reached up and knocked on the door. Knock, knock, knock…. I waited and heard his voice.  “Come inside the door, close it behind you, turn and face the door, place your palms on the door in front of you and slightly spread your legs”. His voice was deep, sultry, secure & sexy.  “Don’t speak, you’re not to say a word until instructed”. “Please come in”. 

I reached down my heart racing in my chest with excitement, turned the handle and pushed the door open.  It was heavy, solid and the handle was cold.  As the door opened I could see the room was pitch black and I could smell an aroma coming from the room. 

It was pleasant and a little intoxicating.  I pushed my way in, turned and closed the door.  As instructed I placed my hands on the door and spread my legs ever so slightly, I waited… it felt like eternity, but only a few seconds.

I heard footsteps approaching me from behind and then a strong hand running up the back of my head, through my hair.  He tightened his grip and pulled my hair and head back towards him.  His other hand holding my neck and slowly slipping a finger between my lips.  He tasted so good, I lashed his finger with my tongue, pulling my hair harder he slid his hand down my chest to my hips and undid my jeans with a quick pull. 

Pushing my pants down to my knees exposing my bare ass, my cock hanging between my thighs. He reached down cupping my cock and balls in his large strong hands and whispered into my ear, “these are mine, I will do what I want, when I want and how I want to them.  Do you understand slut!?”  I was shocked, I knew he was going to be dominant, but I was still new to this and while I was a little scared I whispered, “Yes Sir.”  I was his…

With that, he gripped them harder causing me to wince, but quickly let go.  He was asserting his dominance over me and I loved it.  Holding my head back with his left hand his right hand explored my thighs, my glutes and then slowly slid his fingers between my cheeks.  “ Good Boy, you’re all smooth for your master”.  I replied, “Just as my master requested Sir”. 

He laughed under his breath and released my head.  I remained still pressed up against the cold mahogany door, my head tingling from his tight grip on my hair.  He walked slowly away, I could hear him unbuckling his belt and pants.  His sexy and sultry voice called for me, “Sean, I want you to bend down and take your pants off, expose your hole to me while you do so.  Slowly slide back up your thighs and then take your shirt off. Once you’ve become completely naked, turn around and walk towards me, do you understand?”  My cock now fully erect, I replied, “Yes sir.”

I was a gymnast all my life until my early 20’s so naturally I was quite flexible but also very strong.  I pushed myself off the door and slid my hands down my thighs pushing my pants to my ankles and folding almost flat against my legs, I could feel him staring at me and I wondered what he was thinking…. I stayed down for about 30 seconds, making sure Sir got a really good view of my ass.  It was firm, round and definitely a bubble butt. 

As a teen I always wanted a firm ass, who knew this many years later I would find myself to be bisexual and a bottom.  Slowly I started to slide back up, my hands on the back of my calves, my hamstrings and slightly spreading my hole for his delight.  I could hear him moan and my tight pink hole puckered as if to send him a kiss.

As I stood, I slowly crossed my arms and pulled my shirt over my head.  Now completely naked and standing 6’2 196lbs with a 8% body fat I slowly turned around.  The room still dark but I could see him.  My cock jumped with excitement.  He was standing there before me, completely nude, he must have been 6’6 and 230lbs, his dark brown hair and piercing green eyes staring into my soul. 

He was muscular and well manicured, he had hair on his chest but it was trimmed, his legs were strong and his cock… well his cock was hanging between his legs, it was semi erect and easily 8” long, thick and cut with huge smooth balls hanging behind it. 

My mouth must have hit the floor because he looked up at me and said, “Looks yummy doesn’t it?!.” With a smirk and a raised eyebrow.  I snapped out of the trance he had me in and I approached him as previously instructed.  He made me feel small, but not small in a bad way, small in a good way.  I knew I was going to be his toy, and I knew I was going to love it…

I walked right up to him, his manly scent radiating from his body made me quiver in excitement.  I stopped just a few inches from his body and looked up at him.  He smiled, “Now slut, I want you to show me you want to be here. 

I want you to taste me, I want you to reward yourself with my seed.  Get down on your knees and suck my cock.”  His tone was firm, he was giving me an opportunity to prove that I could be his.  I wasted no time and dropped to my knees.  His cock was HUGE, now easily 9.5” and thick, dancing in front of my face, I reached up and cupped his balls in my hands. 

They were so smooth and so full I knew I was in for a Salty and sweet treat.  Lifting his cock up I slowly licked his balls and slid my tongue up from the base of his shaft to the head of his penis, sliding my tongue into his slit and tasting the precum that was oozing out of his cock.  Kissing the head of his penis I pushed my mouth down over the head of his cock, splitting my lips and sliding as much as I could inside of me. 

He moaned with delight which made me want him even more.  My hand now tugging on the base of his shaft and my mouth stretching over his massive member I slid him as far as I could down my throat.  Thankfully I never had a gag reflex and managed to get all the way down his shaft to his pubes. 

My nose buried against his skin I could feel him inside of me.  I pulled off his cock, my mouth covered in spit and salvia, his cock smooth and wet from my throat.  I looked up and him and he smiled… I quickly dove back down on his cock, bobbing up and down on his shaft, throating him.  He was moaning and gripping the back of my heads against his pubes. 

I could feel his cock pulsating and getting ready to explode.  I pulled off his shaft to take a breath and he slammed his cock back down my throat letting out an animalistic grunt, ropes of cum shot down my throat filling me full, chocking and trying to swallow what felt like 5-6 massive ropes of salty cum.  His hands starting to let off I pulled my throat off his cock and lapped at his shaft with my tongue making sure that every drop I was rewarded. 

This man, this hunk of a man used me as a toy, fucked my throat like i was nothing and it was sooo fucking hot!  Sliding my firm grip up his shaft and popping the head of his cock in my mouth I sucked the last few drops of cum from his slit… I popped his now semi hard cock from my mouth and sat down on my heels.  I looked up at him and grinned biting my lower lip as his eyes rolled back and he fell backwards onto the bed…

He let out a grunt as he fell backwards onto the bed, lifeless he laid there for a moment and then managed to let out a few heavy breathy words, “Go clean yourself up, the shower is running and warm.  There is mouth wash, toothpaste and a toothbrush for you. 

This is your time, go enjoy and I’ll see you soon.”  His voice faded.  I was his, I knew it, I had made him feel so good that he couldn’t even speak.  Proud of myself, I sprang up and looked at this gorgeous man as I walked over to the shower. 

I opened the door, the steam from the shower filled the room, I didn’t want to wake him, so I quickly jumped in and closed the door behind me.  The bathroom was HUGE!  The floor was marble and heated, there were 4 sinks and a massive long mirror, I turned and looked at myself and to my surprise, I had a rope of cum in my hair, I smirked and ran my hands through it, massaging it into my head. 

My lips were plump and bright red from throating his massive cock.  I stood there a moment fantasizing about what just happened, my eyes rolling back into my head remembering how he tasted and felt deep inside me. 

Knock!  I snapped out of my trance, his voice from the other side of the door.  “Get in the shower and clean off.”  He was stern, how did he know?  I stuttered, “Yes, uh.. sorry, yes sir.”  I felt small again, had I upset him?  I opened the shower door, just like the bathroom it was huge.  4 large rain showers hung from the roof, steam pouring from the floor boards and a variety of shower heads on each of the two marble stone walls.

I stepped in and shut the door behind me, standing beneath the rain shower closest to the wall, the water ran down through my hair, down my neck, across my shoulders, torso and off the tip of my penis.  The shower was engulfed with hot steam and I couldn’t see much of anything, it was like standing in a cloud, felt a little magical and surreal. 

I reached over and poured the shampoo into my hands and rubbed my head, in doing so, it triggered the memory of him running his hands through my hair, my cock bounced with excitement.  Soap poured over my body and washed away his seed.  Rinsing off making my body clean and ready for what was in store.  I felt a quick rush of cool air, opening my eyes I saw nothing but steam.  It was weird, but refreshing.

My feet lifted from the floor, strong arms wrapped my torso and my chest was forced against the cool glass of the shower.  I gasped as his cock entered my hole.  Letting out a scream he forced his way inside me.  His massive member stretching me. My teeth clinched, hands pressed firmly against the glass wall and suspended on his dick. 

He pressed his lips against the back of my neck and kissed me passionately as he slid his cock deeper and deeper into my hole.  I melted, my body limp and full of desire, feeling his veiny pulsating cock thrusting against my prostate, letting out a submissive moan, my hole now loose for his cock I regained consciousness and pushed my body backwards into him. 

His hands slid down my body, cupping my cheeks as he fucked me.  I was his.  My body was his.  My hole was his.  I felt small and weightless as he relentlessly bounced me up and down on his cock, his lips and tongue ravaging the back of my neck, biting my shoulders as he moaned and fucked me harder. 

His moans grew louder and louder as he slammed himself harder and harder into my hole.  I was in a state of heaven as I felt his cock burst inside of me.  Ropes of hot cum filled my hole.  I quivered and let out a scream of excitement as he came. 

Just as before his body became limp, he slid me down and his cock fell out, you could hear it smack the inside of his thigh. Knowing exactly what to do, I turned around, dropped to my knees and slid his member inside my mouth, sucking hard on his cock releasing the last few streams of cum from his cock down my throat.  He pulled back from my mouth making a popping sound, rubbed his hands through my hair, turned and stepped out of the shower.  I was his.