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It's a good job that my client last night was a regular, because I was feeling pretty wound up when I went to meet him. Had it been someone new, I would have struggled to make small talk through the initial drinks and kept up my 'perfect lady' act; I was in a bad mood, and I knew exactly what had to be done to relieve the tension that had crept through my body that afternoon.David* met me at the door to his hotel suite, and with a brief greeting I swanned past him and put my bag on the table. He looked slightly baffled at my hostile entrance but made no complaint. As I rummaged through the contents of my favourite McQueen, I ordered him to take off all his clothes and get on the bed. He obliged without a word, quivering with excitement as he eagerly awaited what I had in store for him. I kept my clothes and heels on, pulling three silk scarves out of my handbag. If a client isn't particularly into S&M I find these a more comfortable bondage option than ropes or handcuffs; David and I had tried a bit of tie and tickle before, so I knew he wouldn't object.
He was lying on his back, propped up against the pillows. I hitched up my skirt and crawled up until I was straddling his waist; the first scarf went on as a blindfold, and the second was wound tightly around his wrists to bind his hands above his head. I could hear how heavy and staggered his breathing was. The last scarf went in his mouth as a gag and I tied it securely behind his head; he looked slightly less comfortable with this part but I was in no mood for conversation.
Climbing off him, I wrenched his legs apart and put my head between his thighs, running my tongue under and around his balls first. A muffled groan came from above me, but I ignored it. I knew how badly he wanted to watch me do this, but tough shit. I felt a bit sorry for David because he hadn't done anything wrong; it wasn't him who had pissed me off, but I felt that this was the best way to take out my frustration on him.
I got on top when he was rock hard and slipped on a condom; because he was so eager, pushing his pelvis up towards me, I made sure he entered me as slowly as physically possible. I lowered myself onto his cock, feeling him fill me up millimetre by millimetre. I have to confess, it was a relief for both of us when I finally got to the base and had all of him in me. From there, I began to move my hips in short, sharp thrusts fucking him as hard as I could. Every time my skin slapped against him he tried to let out a moan, stifled by his gag.
I brought him right to the brink three times before I let him come; there was no way I was letting him do it until I had. My orgasm took quite a while to come, but when it did it was hard and explosive, releasing a lot of my anger and leaving me feeling more peaceful.
David didn't make me explain my mood afterwards; he was just grateful, and for all he knew it was all part of the act. I still didn't feel much like cuddling, but at least was much more friendly towards him. I can't decide whether he's a poor bastard or a lucky git - probably the latter. Please excuse my language by the way, my mouth seems to be a bit filthy today.
Brooke x
