Why did we arrange to meet straight from work? More time to fuck, sure, but I’m cursing the decision as I rush across town. Getting to the hotel, I go to check in only to be given a key card and told you’ve already checked in. In the lift the anticipation starts to takeover; I can feel my cunt starting to throb, getting wetter as the floors are counting down. Ding! The lift opens and, as I leave I catch site of myself in its mirror: face flushed, mouth slightly open... anyone would think I’d already come. Opening the hotel door, I look round. You’re not there. At the end of the bed is a box. Its label reads ‘Open Me’ and, feeling a little like Alice in Wonderland, I do so. Inside there is a black silk scarf and a note: ‘Naked and just the blindfold. Do it.’ As I start to strip, my heartbeat quickens. You know how much the idea of being vulnerable turns me on. Naked. I tie the scarf around my eyes and sit at the end of the bed. I ache to play with myself but something stops me. The unexpected turn this evening has taken makes me think you may have more surprises in store. I hear the door open and brisk footsteps across the room. It suddenly dawns that I don’t know if this is even you and momentarily panic engulfs me. A hand grabs the back of my head, pulling a handful of hair at the nape of my neck. It’s as if it’s hot-wired to my cunt, everything starts throbbing again with that simple gesture. Hot breath on my neck. A voice in my ear whispers, ‘Tonight, you’re my slut.’ You’ve got me. I hear the unmistakable sound of your belt undoing and your jeans being unzipped. You pull my head towards you and I instinctively open my mouth. Your cock grazes my lips and I open my mouth wider as you pull my head back. I feel you thrust your hips forward and you shove your cock down my throat. I gag involuntarily and I know you’ll be smiling. You like to fuck my mouth. ‘This is only the start, slut.’