My Sweet Degradation (10 page)

While he continued to spank her beaten, scarlet flesh, she couldn't stop herself from imagining what he might be tempted to do with that big cock of his. She whimpered, her eyes filling with tears, yet in a strange, contradictory way it wasn't only shame, fear and pain that she found herself experiencing. A deep dark throbbing presented itself also, but that was something she was not quite ready to acknowledge – not even to herself.

Emma tensed with every cruel slap of the man's hand, terrified of what was still to come, yet deep down she knew full well that she deserved it. She was forever getting herself into little scrapes and perhaps this time she had truly overstepped the mark.

And then, all of a sudden, the man surprised her once more, yet not in any of the ways she had feared, expected or perhaps even wanted.

‘All right, Emma, I think we're done now,' he said, finally bringing the flat of his palm to rest against the burning flesh of her backside. ‘You may get up now.' With great care he placed his hands beneath her arms to help her back into a standing position, before stepping away from her.

Emma could not believe her ears. She had been certain that he wouldn't simply let her go once he'd finished spanking her. She'd felt sure that he'd want more. She pulled down her skirt, fussing at the creases with trembling fingers, then wiped her eyes with the back of a hand before turning to face him again.

He had wrapped a bath towel around his waist, but his upper body remained naked. It grated a little, but despite his cruel treatment of her Emma still couldn't help but notice just how good he looked.

She decided to leave her ruined thong behind as it was utterly useless to her now – he could keep it as a memento – so she slipped it from her ankle and dropped it to the carpet. Then she was just about to take hold of her trolley and walk stiffly from the room, hopelessly trying to keep as much dignity as she possibly could, when he spoke again, still calm, self-assured, and authoritative.

‘Of course, I'll just have to call down to your manager and report what I caught you doing. It shouldn't take more than a moment, and then you can be on your way.'

Emma felt a second wave of panic wash into her stomach. ‘But that's not fair!' she protested, sounding every bit the petulant child. ‘You've already punished me! Please don't report me as well. I'll lose my job and I really need it. Please! I'll... I'll do anything!'

The man smiled his arrogant smile. ‘Oh no, Emma, you misunderstand me. That spanking was merely a little admonishment for you daring to take a look at a guest's cock. No, there's a much more important matter at stake here. This is an extremely expensive hotel, you know. Your managers can't afford to hire staff who think it's acceptable to invade the privacy of their clients, now can they?' Emma simply bowed her head in shame. ‘But that said, I must confess, there's something about you that I like. And you say you'll do
anything
?' he questioned, with a cruel glint in his eye, and Emma nodded forlornly without uttering a word. ‘So what exactly
will
you do, Emma?' he asked, his grin widening as he took evident pleasure in the power he wielded.

‘I don't know... anything, I suppose,' she replied sheepishly.

‘Anything
what
, Emma?' he pressed, his voice sterner now, his face smiling no more. ‘Let's not forget that I'm a paying guest here and you're merely a member of staff.'

‘Anything... sir.'

‘Good girl, that's better. So, how about you suck my cock with that pretty mouth of yours, hm?'

Emma quickly looked up, feeling both shock and shame in equal measure. ‘But...' she began.

‘No, it's quite all right, I completely understand,' he said, cutting her off with a casual wave of the hand as he reached for the telephone.

‘No!' she cried. ‘Please don't.'

The man turned to look at her again and raised a questioning eyebrow.

‘All right,' she muttered.

‘All right what, Emma?'

‘All right... sir,' she replied again, louder and with more than a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

The man laughed. ‘I like you, Emma. Really I do. You've got spirit. But no, what I meant was... all right, what will you do?'

This time she fixed him with a stare and said in a full, clear voice, making no attempt to hide her disdain. ‘Okay, sir, I will suck your cock if you promise not to report me to my manager.'

‘Very well, then we have a deal,' he replied with a satisfied smile, even going as far as to offer a tiny bow of his head. ‘So, come here.'

Slowly, and without shame, he unwrapped the towel from his waist, allowing it to fall to the floor before stepping forward towards her.

Emma couldn't stop herself from eying his thick cock as it hung loose and heavy between his thighs. It really did look rather large, and she felt her heart race in anticipation of what she was about to do.

Reaching out he took her hands in his, before seating himself on one corner of the foot of the bed. ‘Kneel down,' he instructed, and Emma did just as she was told. ‘See, you can be a good girl when you want to be. Now, take it in your mouth.'

Emma knelt completely still between his sturdy, parted thighs, staring wide-eyed at his flaccid penis as shame and embarrassment gripped her.

Taking control the man guided one of her hands, turning it palm upward and allowing the full weight of his cock to rest on her wrist and forearm. It felt so hot and so heavy and Emma gasped as she felt his balls tighten against her touch. Slowly and tentatively she leaned down, closer, and parted her lips.

She wrapped her free hand around the base of his still flaccid prick and shut her eyes tightly, her heart set to burst as she lowered herself further and further before finally daring to close her lips about halfway down his shaft. Really she ought to have recoiled in horror as the stranger's cock rested within her mouth, but for some reason she found herself accepting it quite comfortably, almost enjoying its clean, salty taste and the sensation of its tiny heartbeat pulsating ever so lightly against her tongue.

And then she began to suck.

‘Oh yes, that's a good girl, Emma. Your mouth feels good.
Very
good. Now, make sure you get me nice and hard.'

As his cock began to stiffen inside her mouth Emma felt her humiliation growing with it. Of course it was utterly outrageous that she should find herself performing oral sex on a complete stranger, but really, she had no other option.

Gripping her fist a little tighter around his steadily swelling prick, she tentatively extended two fingers from the hand that still cupped his balls to gently stroke the soft skin beyond. She drew her head upward, sucking tightly and feeling his thick ridge brush across her lips as she left him completely and a sticky thread of pre-cum dribbled against her chin.

Again she sank down, and again she pleasured him with the warm moist vacuum of her mouth while his cock continued to grow stiffer and fatter and taller. Emma felt it in her grip too, and she was forced to open her palm a little so as to accommodate him further.

‘Mmm, I can tell you've done this many times before, my dear girl,' the man taunted. ‘I'm starting to wonder if you weren't secretly hoping I would wake up and force you to suck my prick all along.'

Emma had never felt such shame, because in a way he was right; she had been fantasizing about that very thought, but it had been only that, a fantasy, and she certainly hadn't expected it to become reality. So with a fairly flimsy feeling of justification she told herself that she was being coerced into sucking his cock, that she was only doing it out of sufferance so that she might hang on to her job. But her body betrayed her true feelings, and her clit swelled hot and tight as she sank her lips around his long shaft all over again, taking him even deeper within her mouth.

‘Emma,' he whispered after a short while, sliding a thumb across the soft flesh of her neck in order to gain her attention. She looked up, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked against him. ‘I want to watch you lick it just like you would a lollypop.'

Emma obeyed him completely, and quickly lifting herself away a little she began to take long, lazy laps up the entire length of his cock, fixing him with her stare as she did so. It really was as handsome a prick as she had ever encountered. It was long and rather thick, but thankfully it hadn't grown to the monstrous length she'd feared when she viewed it in a more relaxed state.

She began to work her fist up and down its girth too, drawing the foreskin up and down as she planted moist kisses upon the exposed, scarlet crown.

‘Mmm, Emma, you're very good at this,' he purred. ‘Now, be a good girl and make me cum.'

Emma sank her mouth down around him with a renewed enthusiasm, slurping away at his saliva-slick cock while her hand pumped quickly up and down. She felt his fingers grab at the opening of her blouse and she almost lost her balance as he pulled her still further onto him, his knuckles pressing into the upper swell of her breasts. Then suddenly the man wrenched his arms apart to rip Emma's blouse wide open, each tiny button bursting its thread to bounce away across the plush, carpeted floor. She cried out with alarm, but quickly accepted the joy in being treated so badly before proceeding to suck him all the more hungrily.

Emma felt his fingers slip beneath the shoulder straps of her bra, and as he began to slide them away she made no effort to stop him. The soft lace cups were quickly pulled down and the cool air-conditioning taunted her naked breasts.

Looking up she watched as he used his tongue to quickly wet the thumb and first two fingers of each hand, before he lowered them to her dimpled areola. She gasped as he began to circle, coating her nipples with saliva and teasing them into two stiff, sensitised peaks. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her work, but it was impossible not to be aware of her poorly neglected pussy and how it ached for attention.

‘Jeez...' he gasped, ‘that's too fucking good,' and once again he wound his fingers into her hair. It was clear that he was close and Emma felt him press her head down into his groin as he began to push up with his hips. The way that he tugged her hair was a little uncomfortable at first, and there were moments when she feared she might choke, such was the intensity of his thrusts, but at the same time it somehow added to the outrageous thrill in being used for the selfish pleasure of another.

Emma listened, drawing anxious breaths through her nostrils, as he began to moan and gasp with increased intensity.

Then suddenly he relaxed his grip and she was able to lift her head away until her lips encircled only the thick ridge at the head of his shaft. She worked him quickly with her hand, knowing he was about to cum and her pussy throbbed at the mere thought of it.

You see, secretly Emma loved to suck cock, she'd always felt rather guilty about it, but it was the truth nevertheless. It made her feel powerful yet wonderfully dirty at the same time, and in that instant she wanted nothing more than for the handsome stranger before her to ejaculate down her throat. But clearly he had plans of his own as quickly, and rather unexpectedly, he lifted her head away completely. He made a grab for his prick, closing his fist around Emma's and growling through gritted teeth, he forced her to pump him harder still.

And then all of a sudden he held himself utterly rigid, his breath catching at the back of his throat, and Emma stared up at him with wide eyes. She felt his cock twitch and spasm violently beneath her grip a split second before his body released and with a desperate cry, he proceeded to shoot hot, sticky cum all over her chin, her lips and her breasts. He continued pumping with his hand and Emma shut her eyes tight in a vain attempt to hide from of her humiliation, as he effectively masturbated over her.

A few tense moments passed in silence until she dared open her eyes and look up at him again. She watched his chest swell as he drank down deep draughts of air, until finally he opened his eyes as well, to smile back down at her.

‘Mmm, Emma, that was amazing,' he exclaimed with a self-satisfied drawl, wiping her semen-streaked chin with the tip of a finger before slipping it between her lips. ‘You've paid me back just perfectly, so you can clean yourself up and be on your way now. And you have my word that I'll say nothing but good things about you to your supervisor.'

Emma suddenly felt an overwhelming flood of disappointment now it was all over. She bowed her head, ashamed of her secret desires, and made a grab for her clothes. Then struggling awkwardly to her feet she shuffled away to the bathroom.

Quickly slipping into the shower she soaped her sticky body clean. The hot jets felt good against her skin and she found herself relaxing a little, but she could not ignore the intense frustration that pulsated between her thighs. She even considered finding release there and then with her fingers, but that would have somehow felt wrong, as all she really wanted was him.

She dried herself off and slipped back into her skirt, pulling on her blouse and holding it together with folded arms, due to it no longer having any buttons. Then going back into the room she found him standing with his back to her. He was wearing a white towelling bathrobe, and was gazing out of the window at the impressive city skyline. Then slowly he turned to acknowledge her presence.