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Checkout Lane Hookup Ch. 03

This is part 3 of a 5 part story. It starts with this one http://www.literotica.com/s/checkout-lane-hookup-ch-01

Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for fixing my horrid grammar and an occasional bit of inspiration.


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Pete shut the door to the room and locked it, then smiled at Carolyn. Her nipples were noticeably erect, and knowing that she was aroused made her that much sexier. Her compliant behavior at the sex shop meant that the night held almost endless possibilities. It would be easy to just peel her clothes off and fuck her, but he knew the items he had just purchased would make this night unforgettable. He set the bag down and withdrew the riding crop. Before she could turn around and see what he was doing Pete swung it up between her legs and pressed the thin shaft against her.

"Turn to your left and put your hands on the wall," he said sternly.

Carolyn did as she was told. The silver balls shifted slightly as she turned, causing her to sigh. He was still pressing the toy against her cunt, and when she leaned forward and assumed the position as instructed she felt the shaft slide between her ass cheeks. Then for a few seconds, there was nothing. Time seemed to slow down. She wondered what was coming next. He had already done so many unexpected things. She felt like she was staring into an abyss, not knowing what would emerge next. The swishing sound of the riding crop slicing through the air gave her a hint about what was about to happen. Her body tensed, anticipating the impact. The balls shifted again, sending a wave of pleasure through her body while she waited for pain. The sharp sting of the riding crop on her ass pierced the calm a split second before she heard the sound of the impact. The pleasure from the balls in her pussy and the bite of the riding crop existed in her mind briefly, then she discarded the feeling of pain. The second blow was the same as the first, a moment of pain and then bliss.

Slipping his hand through the wrist strap, Pete let the riding crop dangle for moment, then slipped his thumbs inside the waistband of her pants. He pulled them down until her ass was fully exposed, and for a moment he just looked at her. Carolyn's anatomy had a graceful curve that he found very attractive. His hand hovered above her ass until his willpower failed him and he gave her a firm slap. The impact rippled across her skin and all Pete could think of was fucking her right there. His cock strained against the button fly of his jeans, begging to be released so it could penetrate her, but Pete stiffened his resolve to stick to the plan.

It was impossible not to feel venerable as she stood there in a dark room with a man she barely knew, her pants pulled down to mid thigh and her hands against the wall. Yet she had never felt more aroused. She yelped when Pete spanked her, then waited patiently, silently praying for his cock to fill her up.

Pete grasped the riding crop again, knowing that each time he touched her it sapped his will power. The toy would have to insulate him from the electrifying feel of her body. With a flick of his wrist he brought the tip of the riding crop between her legs and delivered a gentle but well aimed blow to her sex.

Carolyn felt the smooth leather flap at the tip of the riding crop pressed against her labia. She bit her lip, but was unable to stop a soft whimper from escaping. The tip moved away and the braided leather shaft slid between her wet lips and passed over her clitoris. It moved back and forth like a saw cutting through a tree.

One by one Pete unfastened the buttons on the fly of his jeans. This wasn't part of his plan, but he was unable to stop his hand. He was intoxicated by the smell of her sex, but managed to stop his rebellious hand before it freed his cock from the thin restraint of his boxer briefs.

The tingling between her legs was beginning to spread, but Carolyn tried to resist. She had already come twice without being penetrated; she wanted to have him inside her when she came again. As the riding crop slid away she felt every bump on its surface as it passed over her clit, between her labia and finally against her ass. She braced herself for the return stroke, knowing it would probably give her an orgasm she didn't want to have, but it never arrived. Instead she felt an unexpected sting on her ass as the riding crop slapped against her skin.

"Fuck!" she cried out, her voice expressing a mixture of surprise and pain. She also felt a sense of relief, the climax that had been building ebbed away. She heard the next blow coming before it hit; she gritted her teeth and accepted it with silence.

"You like?" Pete asked.

She nodded in response, not knowing why.

"There will be more... later," he said, releasing the handle and letting the riding crop hang from its wrist strap.

He approached from behind and embraced her, pressing his rigid shaft against her round ass, a minor concession to his aching cock. Only the thin material of his underwear separated his throbbing erection from her soft, warm flesh. He wrapped his arms around her, his biceps pressing against her breasts and his hands resting on her hips.

Arching her back she squeezed his erection between her ass checks, pleasantly surprised that she didn't feel the rough denim of his jeans. He had a goldilocks penis, not so big it would hurt when he fucked her and not so small that she would wonder if it was inside her or not. She moaned when he slid his hand between her legs.

"Fuck yes," she whispered as his fingers probed her sex. If this is what all one night stands were like she could see herself having more of them. Carolyn gasped as his fingers plunged into her wet slit, before she knew what was happening he had extracted the two silver balls and his hands were back on her hips.

Pete dropped the balls, they hit the carpet with a soft thud, then he pulled his cock out of his boxers. What he was about to do would strain his willpower to its absolute limit. He put his hands back on her ass and spread her cheeks apart. She bent her back and raised her hips, as if to offer him her sex. Pete's eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could see the soft curves of her vulva. Grabbing his cock he touched the tip to her soft, wet flesh. The temptation to penetrate her was almost too much. It would be so easy to ram his dick into her pussy. He imagined pounding his hips against her round ass as she screamed with pleasure, but he held back.

"You want my cock?" he asked.

"Yes, please, please, I need to come with you inside me," she begged.

"You think you are ready?"

"So ready, so, so ready,"

Pete moved his cock up and down, splaying apart her labia. She felt hot and wet. He smiled.

"Please, please fuck me," she beseeched him.

"Well, if you are good, if you do as I tell you, then you will get what you ask for," he said, pulling his cock away.

"So now what?" she huffed, disappointed that he had only been teasing her.

"So now you go take a shower," he said.

"Alone?" she asked. She tried to turn and face him, but he stopped her.

"Do you mind if I watch? You know, just to make sure you don't miss anything. I promise to behave."

"I think I know how to take a shower," she huffed; disappointed that he was going to make her wait for his cock, but aroused at the thought of being naked in front of him again.

"Just go in the bathroom and get started," he replied, pulling her pants back up.

Carolyn turned and walked into the bathroom. It was windowless and completely dark. She turned on the light, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. "I am so fucking horny," she said to herself.

As she peeled off her clothes, she realized she was getting naked for the second time for a man she had only known for a few hours. Shaking her head, she reached in and turned on the shower, then waited for the water to warm up. She stepped into the shower and picked up the small bottle of shampoo that seemed to be ubiquitous to hotel rooms. It had a tropical scent to it, mostly coconut. When she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair Carolyn realized Pete was in the room. She pretended he wasn't there and picked up the bottle of body wash. As she spread the soap over her breasts she decided a little payback teasing was in order. Carolyn squeezed the bottle again and drizzled the milky white fluid on to her tits, making certain her nipples were completely covered. When she was done she snapped the cap shut and dropped the bottle, then scooped up her breasts and began to caress them. She pinched her swollen nipples, giggling as the slippery buds popped out from between her fingers. Pressing her tits together she imagined what it would be like to have Pete's hard cock thrusting into her ample cleavage.

"Out damned spot," she said as she scrubbed away the dried cum that he had decorated her tits with before they went shopping. Once she had rinsed the suds away, she turned to face him.

"Is that to your satisfaction?" she asked, shouting over the noise of the shower. He tempted to pull out his dick and begin to stroke it, but knew stopping would exceed what little discipline he had left.

"Not quite, take the shower wand and put it between your legs," he instructed.

It was clear to Carolyn that he wanted to see her masturbate again, and she found herself eager to indulge his fetish. The shopping excursion had been one long foreplay session and she was ready to come again, although she did wonder why he didn't just join her in the shower.

Pete reluctantly shifted his gaze away from Carolyn's breasts. He usually did not have such an obsession with breasts, but from the moment he saw her impressive cleavage at the store he had not been able to get enough of them. He expected her to resist his suggestion that she masturbate with the shower massage, but she seemed quite willing. His estimate of what it would take to push her limits had been a bit conservative, but he had plenty of other ideas. He wistfully bid goodbye to her plump tits and their swollen nipples and cast his gaze at her pussy. This was something else he had guessed wrong about. He expected her to only have shaved to her bikini line, but instead she was bald save a small triangle of curly hair that ended about an inch above her vulva.

"What's hotter, the water or your cunt?" he asked, switching his gaze to her face. He wanted to see how she reacted to the word he used.

"I am," she replied, surprised at how quickly she was getting acclimated to the word.

"After I'm done watching you play with yourself I'm going to tie you up and try out some of the toys I bought you," he said.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, grabbing the shower massage and sticking it between her legs.

"No," he said, opening the door to the shower and placing his hand over hers, "you went too fast."

At first she didn't understand what he meant. He guided the shower massage back up until the water was spraying on to her throat. He held it there for a moment, then he steered it towards her right breast. As he guided it his grip on her hand tightened and he flicked the lever on the shower from SPRAY to MASSAGE. The spray changed from dozens of needle like jets to a steady pulse. When the water began to hammer against her nipples she let out a quiet moan. Pete released his grip and stepped back, but did not shut the door the shower.

"Now, move it to your other breast, and go slow."

Staring directly at him she complied with his order. The water pummeled the upper part of her breast, as it approached her nipple she could feel her heart rate accelerating. Pete was still looking her into her eyes.

"Now go down, there's no rush."

The water hit her skin and then bounced off. A few of the droplets escaped the shower and coated the hair on his chest like morning dew. Pete had turned his attention to the water as it slowly meandered down her body. Carolyn felt flattered by the way his eyes looked at her. They didn't play favorites, instead of skipping from her tits to her pussy he took in every inch of her body.

"Stop," he said as the water began to saturate the small patch of hair just above her vulva.

He was staring into her eyes again. She knew what he wanted, but wasn't sure why he had stopped her. Her pussy was already tingling in anticipation of feeling the hot water that was splashing against her mons. She moved her hand lower. Pete shook his head and she stopped.

"Can you come for me again?" he asked.

Carolyn nodded, and Pete returned the gesture. This would not be the first time she had used a shower massage to get off, but having Pete watch made it more exciting. She lowered her hand and directed the full force of the shower to that magic spot between her legs.

The water pounding against her sex was arousing, but his words turned her on even more. Even though she had never had someone tie her up she was looking forward to being at his mercy. She recalled the way the riding crop had felt against her skin at the sex shop, in the car, and when they had returned to the room. She wondered where he would use it on her next. The obvious answer was her breasts; he was clearly quite taken with them. But he also liked to tease her, she imagined him starting with some other part of her body and slowly working his way towards her tits. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs, gradually radiating outwards.

"And when I'm done with the toys I'm going to fuck you," he said, still watching the way her face reacted to his words. "I'm going to shove my hard cock into your cunt and I'm going to fuck you until I come." At first the reaction to his words was muted at best. Her eyes appeared unfocused, but her lip quivered slightly. Pete grinned, certain that she having another orgasm.

Somehow his voice cut through the sound of the shower like a knife. It was the thought of finally being penetrated that pushed her over the edge. She was sure the toys would be enjoyable, even though she didn't know what some of the boxes she had carried in contained. She had noticed that the final bill was several hundred dollars and guessed that kind of money should buy a lot of orgasms. But it was the thought of having his throbbing erection between her legs that made her come. She knew what it felt like in her mouth and wanted to know what it would be like when it split apart her labia and filled her pussy. The orgasm had not been as intense as the one from the vibrator in the sex shop and ended with a quiet moan escaping her lips. The shower wand slipped out of her grasp and water sprayed all around the stall. She bent over, pausing for a few seconds to tease him with the sight of the water dripping off her erect nipples.

"Don't stand up, but turn toward the wall," he said.

Curious to see what he wanted, she complied. As she felt him staring at her ass, she felt a bit uncomfortable and exposed. Carolyn considered her ass off limits and wondered if she would have the wherewithal to say no to him if he tried to push her too far.

As he stared at her cunt Pete felt his cock swell, and his determination to stick to his plan of teasing Carolyn wavered. It seemed like the blood his brain needed to think had been redirected to fuel his throbbing erection. Even his hands were drawn towards her, as if her round ass had a gravitation pull. The temptation to take her was nearly irresistible. He imagined putting his hands on her ass cheeks and driving his throbbing erection into her dripping wet slit, but he knew it would be worth waiting until the right moment. After taking one more look at her plump ass and smooth, hairless pussy he turned walked out of the room.

The shower wand was still swinging, spraying water on to her leg, but her upper body was beginning to get cold. When she stood up he was gone.

The noise from the shower stopped and Pete looked towards the bathroom door. He wondered how long she would make him wait. Everything was ready; he had removed all the toys from their boxes and laid them out on the nightstand. All but one were covered by a towel. The restraints were attached to the bed frame. The wrist and ankle cuffs lay on the bed, waiting for their victim. He closed his hand around the first toy she would experience, nipple clamps. These were not just cheap alligator clips with a latex cover on the jaws. These were designed to squeeze the perfect amber nubs that were perched on Carolyn's large breasts from all sides with curved jaws. The clamps were ornate and had a solid feel to them. A substantial chain joined them together.

When she emerged from the bathroom she was pleased to see Pete was still shirtless. He stood barefoot, clad only in his tight fitting 501 jeans. She was equally pleased to note the bulge in his pants. Without saying a word he approached her, and then stepped behind her.

"Ready to begin?" he asked.

She nodded; the climax in the shower had done little to quell her appetite for sex. She could feel his breath on her neck. His wrists rested on her shoulders and his hands glided down across her skin. One hand cupped her left breast, lifting it up. She closed her eyes as she felt something brush against her nipple. She felt him squeezing the amber bud, but it did not feel like his fingers. She looked down and saw a pewter band wrapped around her nipple. She remembered seeing him purchase it, but didn't know what it was. A chain of the same material ran from the clamp up across her breast and behind her neck. Before she could say anything he had lifted her right breast and applied the second clamp. When he removed his hand gravity took over and she felt a gentle tug on both her nipples as the chain was stretched taut. It wasn't painful, but it was impossible to ignore.

"Lay on your back," Pete said, motioning to the bed.

The sight of the restraints made her heart skip a beat, for a moment she stared at them in disbelief. She was going to allow someone to tie her up. Carolyn remembered that no one knew where she was or who she was with. The only evidence that she was even at the hotel was her car parked in the lot. She realized that trusting Pete was a big risk, but she trusted him not to abuse the faith she had in him.

"On the bed, now," Pete ordered, suppressing a grin. She was finally resisting, this was where the real fun would begin. This is where he would push her limits.

As she crawled on to the bed every movement caused her breasts to sway, and those movements were amplified by the metal clamps that pinched her nipples. Once she was in the center of the bed she rolled on to her back. The tension on the clamps subsided a bit, and then she felt him grab one of her ankles and begin to apply the restraint.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" he asked.

She shook her head in response; her mouth was parched and seemed incapable of speech.

"I'm going to give you a safe word. Say it and everything stops. You can go home, but there's no taking it back. Only use it if you are absolutely certain you don't want to know how this is going to end. Your safe word is crisis," he said has he threaded the leather strap through the brass buckle.

"So...so...you have done this before?" she stuttered, finally remembering how to talk.

"A few times, and the two people that used the safe word, they begged for a second chance," he replied.

"Did you give it to them?"

"Eventually, but I made them wait quite a while, and we don't have that kind of time." he replied as he secured her other leg.

As he placed her wrist in the leather band Pete glanced down at Carolyn's tits. The nipple clamps added to the erotic appeal. She was watching him tie her up, but he didn't feel the need to meet her gaze. He finished cinching the strap tight and moved on the to the final wrist cuff. The material of his jeans felt very constricting on his erection, but he wasn't quite ready for her to see him naked. He wasn't hiding anything, she was quite aware what his penis looked like, and to some degree, what it felt like, but having pants on while she was naked made it clear that she was the submissive. He buckled the final cuff and picked up the flogger from the night stand. He also rolled the towel back to reveal the next implement, a riding crop. He stood at the foot of the bed, evaluating his captive and deciding where to start.
Most of Pete's body was blocked from view by her breasts, she could only see him from the shoulders up, and whatever part of her appeared in the gap between her tits. Now, her eyes were fixed on what appeared in that small window. She could see just a bit of the flogger's shaft, he was holding it in front of his wonderfully sculpted abs. The image was a delightful combination of pleasure and pain.

"Let's start with a discussion about your anatomy," Pete said, dragging the tendrils of the flogger along the inside of her thigh until they rested on her vulva, "I'd call this your cunt, is that what you call it? I think we should agree on a term, just to make sure we understand each other."

Suddenly an x-rated thesaurus opened in Carolyn's head, works like pussy, slit, and vag, swirled around until she finally picked one, "Twat, I usually say that."

"Hmm," he mused, "I'm going to ram my dick into your twat, and it just doesn't flow. Does cunt work for you?"

Her first thought was no, but she wasn't exactly in a position to negotiate. Her only way out was the safe word and that meant going home and finding a way to get her off. She was certain that Pete would not have much trouble finding a more willing partner to satisfy his needs. The word he chose was more of an insult than anything else.

"Why don't you try it out? Tell me you want my dick in your cunt," he teased.

"I...I... I want...want your dick in my cunt," she stuttered. It didn't sound as bad as she imagined.

"It sounds even better when you say it," he replied.

Carolyn grimaced; certain this was not a battle she would win. She repeated the word in her head, trying to subdue its offensive nature.

While still holding the flogger so it draped over her sex Pete maneuvered around the bed and put one knee on it so he could lean over Carolyn. He lifted the flogger and slapped the side of her breast.

"Tell you what, since I picked the last word, you get to pick this one. I say boobs..."

"I'd prefer breasts," she replied, "but I'm okay with tits."

"Can you use each in a sentence please," he requested.

Unable to suppress her inner smartass she tried to think of something that wasn't erotic and replied, "My breasts get sweaty when I run."

"I'm not sure that works for me, can you try something with tits," he said.

Carolyn decided to play along, "I want you to come on my tits."

"That's much better," he said, swinging the flogger so the leather strips brushed against her nipples. "Would you like to try again with breasts?"

"One time I came just from someone touching my breasts," she said, fondly recalling the memory.

"Oh really, I'm intrigued, please go on," he said.

It had only happened once; with halting speech she described how her boyfriend at the time had teased her unmercifully with light touches and kisses. Despite the fact they were both naked and he was on top of her he avoided any contact with her sex. Each time his throbbing erection brushed against the inside of her thigh it heightened her arousal. He had planted soft kisses all around her nipples, and whispered things in her ear that made her face blush and her pussy wet. When he finally wrapped his lips around one of her swollen nipples and pinched firm amber flesh with his teeth it set off an explosion between her legs. They had never been able to repeat it, and no lover since had displayed the patience needed to give her another boobgasm.

"I hate to disappoint you, but I don't think I can be that patient, at least not tonight," he confessed, slapping the side of her breast again, "and I have already accommodated your other request."

Carolyn bit her lip as he struck her again. He was alternating between striking the inside of one breast then the outside curve of the other. Each time the flogger slapped against her skin the stinging grew a bit more intense. The small portion of her breast that she could see had taken on a pinkish hue, like mild sunburn. Each time he flogged her she felt the nipple clamps tug on her tender flesh. The next time the leather strips slapped against her skin it was on her ribs, not her now tender breasts. Each strike moved closer to her sex.

The leather whipped over her hips, then the exposed part of her ass. Finally she felt it along the inside of her thighs. Later she would marvel at how precise he had been. The strips slapped against her skin a fraction of an inch from her labia, but never quite touched them. It was exquisite torture, holding her on the very edge of climax.

"I think we are done with this," he said, setting the flogger on the bed. He folded back the towel and picked up his next toy, the riding crop, then walked to the foot of the bed. He found the view of Carolyn on the bed spread eagle and naked to be quite pleasing. She was certainly a woman with curves, but not quite to the point of being thick or heavy. He suspected that the girth of her thighs was due to muscle, and the slight bulge between her breasts and her hips just added to her charm. He appreciated the way she had trimmed her pubic hair, giving him an unobstructed view of her vulva from his current vantage point. Her inner lips barely protruded past her pouty outer labia. He was anxious to see how they felt against his tongue and wrapped around his cock. Pete wondered if she knew how much his cock ached to be inside her, but he knew rushing in would deprive both of them of something wonderful.

He watched her tits rise and fall with each breath. He could see her face and knew she was aware of the way his eyes scoured every inch of her body. He noticed her breasts had settled in such a way that the chain between the nipples clamps had gone slack. He tapped the inside of her calf with the riding crop, she reacted and the chain went taut again, pulling on her delectable amber flesh.

"Look at the ceiling, not at me," Pete ordered.

Following instructions wasn't always her strong suit, but her desire for more of what he was giving her tempered any inclination to be rebellious. She could feel the leather flap at the end of the riding crop tapping against her leg as it moved closer and closer to her twat. No, to her cunt, she thought, mentally correcting herself. The word was losing it ugliness, now it gave her a chill. He had stopped slapping her with the toy, now he was stroking the back of her knee with the rough edge of the leather flap. His action made her aware of a nerve that appeared to run from her knee straight to her sex. She writhed as he continued to probe at this newly discovered erogenous zone. The way she moved set off a chain reaction, first her breasts moved, then the nipple clamps pulled her skin tight, which lead to more writhing and finally a loud moan as the tingling sensation between her legs spread outward.

He waited until she was still again before moving past her knee. As he worked his way up her inner thigh Pete moved the riding crop from one side to the other, left side, right side, left side, right side until the leather flap rested a fraction of an inch from her labia. He slid it across her skin until it was just above her clitoris, then pressed down. He was tempted to rip open his jeans and plunge his throbbing erection into her hot, wet tunnel. He had no doubt that the result would be extremely pleasurable to all parties involved, but the reward for just a bit more patience would be worth it. He moved to the side of the bed, leaning over it like a pool player lining up a difficult shot. He slid the tip of the riding crop along the midline of her body until it rested between her heaving bosoms.

"Fuck me," she said under her breath, not sure if it was a request or an exclamation.

Carolyn found herself focused almost completely on the riding crop. She knew Pete was in the room and that he was controlling it, but she was not tempted to take her eyes from the spot on the ceiling she had been staring at. Instead she concentrated on the smooth patch of leather as it traversed her body. It continued its trek until the tip of the riding crop was resting on her throat, then it reversed course and began to move back down her body. She tried to will it to go faster as it crept over her shoulder and on to her chest. The tingling sensation continued to spread as she felt the riding crop glide over the top of her breast. She let out a yelp when it slapped against the outside curve of her left breast. She moaned when he used the shaft to lift the chain and tug on the nipple clamp. She pulled against the restraint, but was unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. The sound of the leather patch against her skin was almost as arousing as the sting she felt at the point of impact. Each time he struck her the blow landed a bit closer to her nipple. He wasn't hitting her very hard, but her skin was still tender from the flogger.

"Would you like to come?" He teased, brushing the smooth leather patch against the small portion of her nipple that protruded from its metal restraint.

"Yes," she moaned, "I want you inside me."

"That's not going to happen," he said, taunting her, "not yet. But I will lick your hot little cunt if you ask nicely."

It wasn't what she wanted to hear, "No, I want you inside me... please..."

"That's not an option, perhaps you want more of this," he said, slapping the side of her breast again with the riding crop.

"No, no, I want you; I want you to lick me..."

"I'm sorry; you are going to have to be a bit more precise. Where do you want me to lick you?"

It was clear if she wanted any kind of release she could have to concede to his request, "I want you to lick my cunt until I come, please."

"I can do that, and it probably won't take long to give you what you want," he said, placing the leather covered shaft between her tits.

Pete circled back to the foot of the bed and crawled on to it. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her knee, then began to work his way towards her sex. His cock ached in protest, demanding to be released from its denim restraints, but he ignored it. By the time his lips reached the middle of her thigh he could feel the heat emanating from between Carolyn's legs. He paused when he reached the apex of her legs, taking a long look at her sex. There was a wet spot on the sheets, evidence of her arousal. The skin was a darker hue than normal. He ran the tip of his tongue along the length of her labia, savoring her essence.

Carolyn pulled on the restraints again, trying to squirm away from Pete's mouth. She knew her climax was inevitable, but this wasn't the way she wanted it to happen. She wanted him to fuck her until she came. Her attempt to escape worked against her; it caused her breasts to jiggle. The clamps tugged on her nipples, pushing her closer to coming.

The sound of her pleading for his cock was music to Pete's ears. As he slipped his tongue inside her his erection ached with jealousy. The feeling of her soft, wet flesh against his tongue sent a chill down his spine. He pushed a finger past her labia; he wanted to feel her come from the inside. Pete pursed his lips and blew on her clit, then lapped at it with his tongue.

"No, no, I don't want to come like this," she protested, but it was in vain. She felt his tongue swirl around her clitoris and her climax exploded, surging through her body. She felt a second finger inside her pussy and his lips wrapped around her clit. Her entire body gyrated with pleasure; she fought in vain against the restraints as her orgasm ran its course.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, oh, ah, ah, yes," she moaned and the muscles in her belly contracted in ways she could not control.

Stopping to admire the results of his efforts Pete smiled as he watched Carolyn writhe with pleasure. Her body was covered in sweat. He could feel her vagina clamping down on his fingers. Before she stopped squirming he had picked up the next toy, a rather elaborate vibrator. Just past the handle two thin wands protruded, perpendicular to the main shaft. At the end of each, and the main shaft, were small vibrating motors.

"Remember when I asked you if you had ever had a multiple orgasm? I think the next time I ask the answer will be yes."

She had barely processed the words when she felt her labia being spread apart. She thought her orgasm was over, but discovered she was just in the trough between the waves of her climax. As the buzzing shaft penetrated her sex she felt her orgasm returning. Something touched her ass, and before she could protest one of the side shaft had slipped between her cheeks and was buzzing against her ass.

"No, no, no," she moaned.

With a bit of flourish Pete let go of the other side shaft, letting it slap against her skin. He had twisted the toy just enough so that it would not strike her clit directly. Once it was against her skin he rotated it so the buzzing end rested against the most sensitive part of her sex. He pulled the toy back, and then plunged it into her again, ignoring her protests. She fought against the restraints, moaning loudly.

He had deliberately concealed it from Carolyn, suspecting she would not have agreed to let him use it on her. She would probably object most strenuously to the part that touched her ass. He had not broached the subject, but she seemed the 'exit only' type. It was the second time he had purchased this particular toy. He had even considered bringing the one he already owned with him just in case an occasion such as this occurred, but decided against it. Having something this freaky in his luggage would probably put him on some kind of watch list.

He pulled the toy back until only the tip remained between the lips of her pussy, then slid it back in, angling the handle so the vibrating tip rubbed against her G spot. It was a risk making her come again so soon, another orgasm might exhaust her to the point she would not want him to fuck her, but it was a chance he was willing to take. He wanted her to come first, but not out of some kind of sexual chivalry. He wanted her worn out when he rammed his cock into her pussy. She would let him fuck her not because she wanted his cock, but because she had submitted to his desire. He watched her wet slit swallow the toy. He could tell by the way that she was moaning that her climax was imminent. He nudged the narrow probe against her ass and watched the fireworks start.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come," she said in disbelief. She had never experienced orgasms so close together; this one had built on the previous one, each wave of pleasure crested higher than the one that preceded it. The combination of the vibrating toy, the nipple clamps and the restraints bordered on sensory overload, and knowing that Pete was watching only made it more intense. Her body shuddered as her orgasm engulfed her before finally fading away, leaving her exhausted.

When he noticed her climax waning he turned the vibrator off and set it aside, then stripped off his pants. His throbbing erection sprang free, bouncing up and down as if to show its eagerness. He crawled on to the bed and removed the clamps from her breasts, planting soft kisses on her nipples.

"Now you are mine," he said as he positioned his cock against her pussy.

"No, no more," she whimpered.

Pete placed his finger across her lips, "Yes, there is more"

There was almost no resistance as his cock slid into her vagina. She felt warm and wet as he buried the entire length of his erection inside her.

"You feel fantastic," he whispered to her, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

"Uh-huh," she moaned wearily. His cock was noticeably warmer than the toy had been. It didn't buzz, but it felt alive. She felt like she was drifting in the clouds.

Pete relished in the way she felt, from the way her sweat soaked skin felt against his lips as he kissed her to the firm pressure of her breasts against his chest to the wonderful feeling of being inside her. He fucked her with long, slow strokes. He pulled his cock out until the engorged head was barely touching her labia and then pushed forward until he was completely sheathed inside her.

"You like?" she whispered.

"I like," he replied.

"You like the way my cunt feels?" she asked, noticing his cock jerk as the word rolled off her tongue.

"Carolyn, your cunt feels wonderful," he said. The shiver that had gone down his spine when she said it bounced back as he repeated the word.

"Are you going to come inside me?" she asked, "Inside my cunt?" His cock jerked again. It wasn't exactly his kryptonite, but she had discovered something that chipped away at his control.

"I am," he replied, and sooner than he thought. He had not expected her to be talking dirty to him after all he had put her through, she was turning out to be even better than he had hoped.

The tingling sensation had returned, but she knew she was too exhausted for it to amount to anything. She just wanted to satisfy Pete. She rocked her hips upward and he immediately corrected her.

"No, hold still. I'm fucking you..."

Pete lifted himself up slightly so he could see her tits bounce each time he thrust his cock into her, knowing that it would make him come even faster. Each time his cock penetrated her, the pressure built.

"Oh, oh, Carolyn," he moaned.

"I want it, I want you to come inside me, I want you to come inside my fucking cunt," she replied, delighted that she had found a way to take back some control of the situation.

The sound of her voice pushed him over the edge. His cock jerked and a stream of thick cum sprayed out. Even after the last drop flowed out he remained inside her, enjoying the way she felt inside and out. Finally he withdrew and lay beside her. Reaching up he released one of the cuffs around her wrist. Pete paused for a moment, and then stretched his arm out to unbuckle the restraint that held her other wrist.

Sitting up Carolyn flexed her arms; they were a bit cramped from being in one position for so long. She could feel his cum flowing out of her, no doubt soaking the sheets. She glanced down, "What a fucking mess, you better leave a tip for the cleaning staff."

"Don't worry, I will." He said and he shifted on the bed and released her ankles from the restraints.

"You are free to go," Pete said, "but I would prefer you stay."

"You haven't had enough of me?" she asked.

"Actually, I have not."

"It looks like part of you has," she said, looking at his flaccid cock.

"If you want more I still have a few toys," he said, calling her bluff.

"No, that part of me has had enough, at least for tonight."

"Okay," he replied with an exaggerated frown.

"Would you mind if I jumped in the shower... alone?" she asked.

"No, go ahead."

Testing her legs before standing up Carolyn walked awkwardly towards the shower. Between the cramps in her legs and the soreness between them it was a struggle to get into the bathroom. "Actually would you mind if I took a bath instead?" she asked, eyeing the garden tub that took up a significant portion of the bathroom.

"Does that mean you are staying?" Pete said from the other room.

"Uh, sure," she replied. Carolyn was a bit confused. This was supposed to be a one night stand, but she wasn't quite done with him. Even in her exhausted state the idea of riding his cock until he came inside her was irresistible. She just needed a bit of rest and then she would have her way with him.

When he heard the bathtub begin to fill Pete tossed the covers on to the bed, hiding the evidence of their lustful encounter. He pulled his boxer briefs back on to keep his sore cock from swinging around, and then gathered up the toys.

"Do you mind if I come in, I need to clean up a bit?" he asked, leaning against the bathroom door.

"I don't mind," came her answer.

Pete pushed open the door and walked towards the sink, conspicuously averting his eyes.
"You can look," she cooed.

When he turned towards her he saw her submerged up to her neck in a thick lather of soap.

"This hotel rocks, they have bubble bath," she giggled.

"Nice," he replied, dumping the toys on the counter by the sink.

"What are you doing?" she asked, admiring the way he looked clad only in his boxer briefs.

"I'm a bit OCD about keeping equipment clean, no matter what it is used for," he replied as he rinsed off the vibrator. Once he was done with the toys he scrubbed his face and then stared into the mirror. He could see her shoulders shift slightly and wondered what her hands were doing under the water. Just the prospect that she might still be horny enough to play with herself made his exhausted cock ache with desire.

"I'll be out shortly," she said. She considered inviting him to join her, the tub was large enough for both of them, but she decided not to. Carolyn hoped that she could preserve the illusion that he had not completely worn her out, but the truth was all she wanted to do was go to sleep. At the moment nothing sounded better than curling up against Pete's mostly naked body and drifting off to dreamland. When he shut the door Carolyn let out a gleeful squeal. Pete was probably the most talented lover she had ever been with. She wondered if he was interested in more than just her big tits. He did seem a bit more considerate than the last few guys she had slept with. He had forced her to give up control, but he had not humiliated her in the process. She had been at his mercy, but she had also come harder than any time in recent memory.

While he was waiting for her to finish Pete put away the cards, then addressed the pile of discarded clothing. One by one he picked up each of her garments and folded it up, thinking about the part of her body that it hugged. When he was done he carried them into the bedroom.

As she toweled off Carolyn realized she didn't really have anything to sleep in. She hung her towel on the rack and stepped into the bedroom. Pete was standing in the middle of the room; his arms filled with the clothes they had shed. She casually walked over to him, rifled through the stack and removed his T shirt.

"I have a clean one..." he said.

"I like this one," she replied, pulling it over her head.

The shirt fit snuggly; her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric even though they were no longer swollen and stiff. The hem hung just below her ass, and she could feel the cold breeze from the air conditioner blow over her overworked sex.

"So you have decided to stay," Pete said, stating the obvious.

"Yes, I'm tired. I'd like to get some sleep."

"Sure, me too," he replied, setting the slightly disheveled stack of clothing on the floor. He pulled back the covers in the undisturbed bed and watched her slip beneath the sheets.

Once Pete had joined her under the covers she laid her head on his chest. "Good night, Pete," she said wearily. The T shirt had ridden up and she could feel the cool sheets against her bare ass. His arm was wrapped around her and his fingertips rested on the side of her breast.

"Good night Carolyn," Pete replied.

*

Parts 4 and 5 will be in Erotic coupling. Let me know what you liked and didn't like about the story, it will help the next one be better.

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