My mind was awhirl when I knocked on Taylor's hotel room door. I was curious about what would happen, perhaps a bit anxious about how she would react to actually seeing me in the flesh for the first time.
When she opened the door, my first look at Taylor's face immediately settled all issues for me. This was the face that had appeared in my dreams, a face that was as familiar to me as it would have been if I'd known her all my life. And her body ... Ah, she looked impossibly alluring in thigh highs and a short skirt, her full breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse, a generous amount of lovely, curving cleavage exposed to my hungry eyes.
I was immediately filled with atavistic lust – my cock sprang to life, engorged with passion and desire.
She must have seen the hunger for her that flashed in my eyes, for she looked suddenly uncertain and took half a step backwards. Yet when I walked toward her – it must have seemed to her like a tigerish leap – she accepted my embrace and my first passionate kisses as if yielding to an irresistible force. No word had yet passed between us as my mouth locked onto hers. Then for a moment, she seemed to want to tear her mouth away from mine and to push me away. But the strength of my grasp was not to be denied.
With one hand, I grabbed Taylor's ass and pulled her forcefully against my body, while simultaneously groping her breasts fiercely with the other. Her eyes widened in a look that was a mixture of surprise, hesitation, desire and something like acceptance, perhaps even submission. She obviously could feel the rigidity of my cock pressing against her loins. Whatever uncertainty she might have felt about what was going to happen at our first meeting was overwhelmed by the force of my passion. I could feel her trembling, and sensed in the swaying of her body that she was unsteady on her legs. She knew that she was powerless to resist me. My desire and my physical power completely overwhelmed all resistance that her mind and her strength tried to muster. She knew that her only possible course of action was to accept that she was under my command.
And command her was exactly what I planned to do. One way or another Taylor was mine for the taking – willingly if she chose; by force if she resisted.
When I put my hands on Taylor's shoulders, she immediately sank to her knees before me, unzipped my zipper and reached inside to grasp my cock and extract it from clothes that had become far too confining. I was delighted at the feel of her soft hands on my hard cock. She sighed quietly when she saw the length and thickness of the ultimate instrument of my command and taking of her – and she immediately grasped the base of it, wrapped her lips around it and took it in deeply, then pumped her hands and her mouth up and down on it. Wanting her to know that her service was pleasing to me, I said my first words to her, "Yes, that is good – very, very good."
"I want to feel your breasts around my cock," I told her, then added "but don't stop sucking." She immediately began to unbutton her blouse and unhook her bra, while still pumping her mouth up and down on my cock, though she slowed down a bit. It was clear that she was highly motivated to please me, which was exactly the way that I wanted it.
Taylor's breasts were large and beautiful. I knew that what was coming next would delight my senses. She straightened up on her knees to lift her breasts higher, then cupped them in her hands to push them up around my cock, while still holding the tip firmly in her mouth. The smooth flesh of her breasts felt fabulous as she squeezed my cock between them. The pressure of her mouth on the tip of my cock excited and stimulated me. I looked down with approval at her and said, "Oh, that is truly excellent. You will have me exploding in your mouth if I let you keep that up for more than a minute or two."
With that, she began to fuck my cock with her mouth and breasts more vigorously, as if the prospect of my semen shooting down her throat excited her. I put my hands on her head to slow her down, then told her to lie down on the bed, with her legs extending over the edge. When she did so, I paused a moment to study her and to let the anticipation build in her. Her lovely face looked up at me, rapt with attention, her lips half parted. Her unbuttoned blouse and unhooked bra provided no cover for her breasts. I was pleased by their shape and fullness. They were the breasts of a real woman, one who had borne and nursed children – perfectly fulfilled and wonderfully sexy. I was most pleased.
Taylor has the kind of body that I prefer over all others – smooth curves over enough muscle to provide shape and demonstrate strength. Her tummy was lightly cushioned. I looked forward to the feeling of her tummy against mine when we got around to fucking in the missionary position. That thought led me to wonder how her ass would feel against my tummy when she was in, say, reverse cowgirl position. So I ordered her to lift her legs up and pull her skirt up to her waist. When she did that, I was a bit surprised to see that she was wearing no panties. Her legs were spread slightly, which exposed her lovely pussy to my admiring eyes. The other conspicuous fact was that the area around her pussy was slick with her juices. Being taken and under my command had turned her on intensely.
Her thoroughly lubricated state invited the question of what to do to take advantage of it – or, to express it more fully, what to do first. I deliberately paused to think about that, and used that pause to study her thighs and her ass. They were flawless, unbelievably shapely, once again illustrating the great beauty in a woman of smooth skin over strong muscles.
She was holding her legs up high enough that it wasn't a strain – and she seemed to know that I would be severe with her if she moved them without permission. In order to test her a bit, and simply enjoying the thrill of my mastery over her, I let the moment stretch out a little before saying, "Spread your legs a bit more, Taylor," then adding, "Your body pleases me very much, my dear. I am going to enjoy you." Her eyes softened at those words, displaying both submission and appreciation.
I disrobed rapidly, letting my clothes lie where they fell, then spread her legs further apart, and unceremoniously inserted my cock deeply into her tight but waiting and willing pussy. She moaned softly, then looked into my face to see if she had my permission to take pleasure. I nodded and smiled slightly, saying, "I like the fit, my dear Taylor. You are passing every test with high marks and earning my thorough approval." She blushed with pleasure, and then her lips parted and she moaned again when I pressed my cock deeply into her, pushing my body against her clit in the process.
But I wasn't ready to fuck her brains out quite yet. There were other tests to try – I wanted to know about her responsiveness to different stimuli. Withdrawing my cock, which elicited a sound from her like a protest that was quickly stifled, I ordered her to take off her clothes except for her thigh highs and then lie down beside me on the bed. She complied quickly. I started by fondling her succulent breasts, enjoying the weight and the shape of them. Her fully erect and perfectly-proportioned nipples were next. I sucked each of them lightly in turn, then sucked hard on one while squeezing the other between my thumb and forefinger. She sighed but gave no sign of protest.
I began to caress Taylor's tummy and then her inner thighs, sometimes near her pussy, at other times further away. Her entire genital area was slick with her desire. At first, she had her thighs close together. But the first time I began to draw my fingers further and further up her thighs and nearer to her pussy, she spread her legs wide, inviting me to get to the center of things. But this was all going to happen on my schedule, not on Taylor's. After teasing her this way for a while, I brushed my fingers lightly over her clit several times. Finally, when I could almost hear her moan with frustration and desire, I pushed my forefinger between her outer labia and pressed it lightly against her clit. Taylor's reaction was immediate, a sharp intake of breath followed by a long, sighing exhale.
She was pleasing me more and more – and I told her so. "Your responsiveness gives me pleasure, my dear. I want you to know that." She smiled sweetly, but avoided looking into my eyes. She looked shy, perhaps a little embarrassed by how much she was enjoying her subordinate role in our sexual interactions.
I caressed her clit lightly, with little circular motions, allowing her the merest taste of the gratification that she would get when I was ready to give it. Her eyes remained averted, while her lips were parted. Her breasts moved alluringly with her breathing, which was slow and deep. Seeing her breasts this way brought to mind the delightful memory of how, just a few moments previously, the flesh of Taylor's breasts felt when she caressed and squeezed my cock with them.
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