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The Open Door
By roiboy
The Internet ad from Detroit was interesting. “Older, experienced Dominant male seeks submissives, male, female, or transgendered. Must enjoy anal and oral sex and do exactly as commanded with no limits.”
Since I was going to be in Detroit that evening, I wrote back, excitedly. “I will be staying at the Red Roof Inn on the north side of town tomorrow night,” I replied.
I found myself drawn back to my most erotic fantasy and described to him the scene I hoped would play out. Throwing caution to the wind, I wrote, “I have reserved room 29 on the ground floor. I will leave the door open. I will be dressed in panties that will be around my knees. My ass will be up, and my face down. Just come in.”
“Very nice idea”, he wrote back, “my name is SM58 and you will do whatever I tell you to, bitch. I will be there at 9:00 pm, so get your asshole clean and ready for me. Leave your panties pulled up. I will deal with your ass, the way I want to. “What is your name?”
“Call me cocksucker”, I wrote back, nervously.
My workday in Detroit was long and it was very difficult to concentrate; I was both confused and aroused. I kept having second thoughts. I do not know this person, he might have a disease, or he might be a killer, a maniac. More than once, I thought about changing my reservation, but I desperately wanted this to happen to me, I felt I deserved this. I wanted to be fucked by a perfect stranger. We had not talked about safe sex, or anything. However, in the end my thoughts turned back to the pleasure of sucking on a man’s cock, eating his cum and being beaten and ass-fucked.
I got to the hotel on the outskirts of Detroit about 7 pm. It was an industrial part of town, the kind of place one would not walk around in at night. There were two tough looking black men in leather talking in front of the hotel and there were several others just hanging around. It was dark and cold outside and the warmth and light of the modest lobby felt good after the rain and wind off Lake Michigan.
“Room 29”, the clerk said as she handed me my key. Fear gripped me now for the first time as the reality of the situation I had planned became clear. I could not help myself; I wanted a way out.
“Do you have another room, maybe away from the road on the second floor?” I asked.
“Sorry sir, room 29 is our last room, and we saved it for you,” said the young woman behind the desk. “Ok,” I said, and headed back outside. The wind seemed colder now and the rain was changing to snow. The two men watched me as I headed up the walkway.
Fuck, I thought, nowhere to go now. I felt a sense of resolution concerning what I had done.
My cock had been semi-hard all day, and I wanted to masturbate as soon as I got in the room. I unlocked the door and immediately looked at myself in the mirror. “Not getting any younger,” I said, aloud, as I examined the girlish curve of my ass. Nevertheless, he was older, I remembered, and told myself he probably would not care. I had now come to terms with the situation and relaxed a little in the safety and quiet of the room.
I found the porn channel setting on the TV and looked through the offerings. I decided upon, “Man to Man” which seemed appropriate. As I watched, I kept thinking, that the actors looked too good, nobody in real life looked that good. I looked at myself in the mirror again. This time, I pulled my pants around my knees, turned my ass to the mirror, and spread my cheeks, still fuckable I thought as I examined my tight asshole. I had forgotten to close the curtain totally, and saw the two men I had seen before walk by. I heard a laugh and imagined that they saw my asshole in the mirror.
I took a shower, and while cleaning my asshole, stuck three fingers in and stretched it as much as I could for several minutes. I hoped SM58 had a reasonable size cock, as I recalled that I did not even ask him about size. I scrubbed my pussy until I was sure it was clean. I could not eat all day due to the excitement, so I figured my bowels were clean enough. I dried off; sprayed some of my wife’s perfume up my ass crack, and put on the little black panties I stole from my thirteen-year-old daughter’s closet the day I left town. I looked at myself again in the mirror, ensuring the curtains were closed this time. My balls swelled outside the edges of my daughter’s panties and the tip of my cock pushed out of the elastic band, the image was very perverse. My little girl must look good in these, I thought.
By the time the movie ended, I had watched 45 minutes of men fucking and sucking each other and I was playing with the tip of my cock, ready and nervous. At about 8:30 pm the phone rang. I thought of letting it ring and not answering it, but picked up the phone compulsively and tried to sound calm.
“Hi” said an older man’s voice, “with whom am I speaking?”
I hesitated, “is this SM58?” I asked trying to gain some composure, fidgeting with the phone wire.
“This is cocksucker,” I said hoarsely, barely getting the words out, lisping, sounding every bit the excited fagot.
“So, it is”, he said calmly, “so you are here bitch, good, I am 20 minutes away. You ARE going to leave the door open, right, fagot, are you alone?”
“Yes, sir”, I said. I was immediately hit with a rush; an exotic sensation that made my dick immediately hard. I watched my cock popping out the top of my daughter’s panties in the mirror.
“Leave the lights off bitch and keep your ass up in the air until I get there”, he said sternly and then he hung up.
I was at a peak of excitement, one that I had heretofore not felt, my heart was racing and my mouth was dry. I really wanted this to happen now and was glad I had made it this far. There was no turning back. I pictured myself begging for cock, licking ass and fucking like a little whore. I wanted to masturbate, but knew if I would, I would probably just check out after, and go somewhere else. I decided to call my Mistress. I needed to talk to her, and I needed her encouragement.
Mistress Trish and I discussed this fantasy on several occasions. Mistress was very interested in seeing this happen in reality. Luckily, she answered the phone.
“Aha, my little cocksucker” she said, “I thought you were out of town”. (Cocksucker was her pet name for me, and I loved to hear her call me that).
“Yes Mistress, I am in Detroit,” I said, glad to hear her voice.
“So, what are you doing there cocksucker, are you in a hotel?”
“Yes”, I said, “and a man is coming over in a few minutes.”
“A man, well fantastic, excellent”, she said sounding impressed. “So tell me cocksucker, you are going to suck someone off tonight are you, tell me about it?” she asked enthusiastically.
“Probably”, I replied, “would you like that?” I asked.
“Yes, I would!” said Mistress. “I would like him to fuck you, too. Where did you meet him?” she continued.
“Craigslist”, I said.
“Craigslist?” she asked with a hint of disdain mixed with sarcasm.
“Yes Mistress”, I said feeling foolish, lisping badly and sounding every bit a little girl.
“This might be bad for you cocksucker”, she said with a giggle, “when will he be there?”
“In about ten minutes,” I replied, tremendously excited.
“Calm down and just do what I tell you,” said Mistress reassuringly. “I will stay on the line. Leave the phone off the hook, and give me the address of the hotel and your room number. I will listen in. If things go badly for you, do you want me to call someone?”
I gave her the hotel address, phone, and room number and looked in the mirror playing with my cock and balls.
“Will you want me to call the hotel?”
“Yes, the hotel desk clerk”, I said catching my breath and holding back the urge to cum.
“That could be very embarrassing for you, he might call the police,” said Mistress sounding genuinely concerned.
“Yes, very embarrassing, the clerk is a young girl. Only call the hotel if I give you the word,” I said
“What word is it?”
“If I say, don’t hurt me, more than twice, call someone.”
“Ok, I will listen for you to say that, cocksucker. However, you know, I am going to enjoy hearing you beg, cocksucker. You do realize that. I want you hurt and fucked. That is why you love me isn’t it? I might just let him go on and on until he is through with you. That is what you really want, isn’t it? It will teach you a lesson. I have some friends here tonight. I am going to put you on speaker phone.”
The feeling of arousal was just unbearable. I started stroking my cock and a little pre cum formed at the tip. Mistress said she wanted me hurt, and did not care much for my safety. She was going to enjoy hearing me beg the man and would let him continue to do whatever he wanted to me. I could be hurt badly, even killed. She wanted her friends to listen. I wanted to cum.
I heard a car pull up outside. “I think He is here; I love you Mistress,” I said, placed the phone under the bed, leaving the receiver out a little, and turned off the lights.
To be continued
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