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Master Chris 58
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Tara in the Hotel Room © 1992 Master Chris
Story #58 in the Master Chris Collection
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Tara looked up at the tv screen in the arrivals area. The flight
should have just landed, she thought. The excitement of the
imminent meeting made her heart rush. Tara was a pretty woman,
just 32 years old, blond and tall with a figure that she worked
hard at keeping in shape. She was wearing a classic trenchcoat
and blank high heels. The meeting that so excited her was with
her 'Master', her sometimes loverthat she was all too
infrequently. Tonight would be one of those specials meetings.
Carl was a tall brown haired man also in his thirties and was
fairly attractive. It was not his looks that excited Tara
though, it was his delight in kinky sex, particularly in sex that
involved dominance and submission. Tara had discovered to her
amazement that being sexually submissive turned her on like
nothing else ever had. She didn't like pain and the idea of a
whipping was abhorent to her but the thought of obeying a man,
especially when his instructions were exact and of a sexual
nature made her blush and soak her panties all at the same time.
They had met several times now and each time was better than the
last. Tara remembered even now the thrill that ran through her
the first time he had told her to undress in front of him so he
could 'inspect' her. Tara smiled. It wouldn't take him long to
strip her this time, she thought. Underneath her fashionable
trenchcoat was only Tara herself. Her instructions had been
specific. She was to check into the airport hotel and leave her
things there. Then she was to meet him at the airport wearing
only her coat and her heels. She was specifically allowed no
underwear, jewellry or anything else. Tara had even had to shave
her blond pubis completely smooth before arriving.
The trip from the hotel to the airport had been one of the most
exciting and erotic taxi rides she had ever had. Tara was sure
that everyone could see right through her. She kept adjusting
her coat over and over trying to close the bottom of it that
seemed intent on exposing her secret. Walking through the
airport had been even worse. Tara was an attractive woman and
usually turned heads wherever she went. Now whenever someone
looked at her she was sure that they knew she was completely
naked under her coat. Tara couldn't help blushing over and over.
Despite herself she felt her smooth pussy growing slick with her
own juices. As she walked, Tara 's breasts rubbed freely against
the inside of her coat making her nipples grow hard and
sensitive. That and the air that wafted up her coat to blow
across her bare pubis served as a constant reminder of her
nakedness.
Tara spotted Carl as he came down the escalator and into the
arrivals lobby. He smiled as he spotted her and opened his arms
to give her a bear hug.
"Mmmm, I've missed you." he said.
"Me too." said Tara smiling. She hugged him again and whispered
in his ear "and I'm soooo hot!"
Carl chuckled. "Did you follow all of your instructions?"
Tara blushed as she nodded.
"We'll find out soon enough." said Carl with a mysterious look on
his face.
Tara felt a shiver run up her spine in excitement. Carl slung
his suitbag over his shoulder and led them out of the terminal
and toward the taxi stand. Once in the taxi Carl pulled Tara
close to him. His hand drifted down to her thigh just above the
knee where her coat had parted to reveal her shapely legs.
"Mmmm" murmured Tara as she leaned back and closed her eyes,
offering herself to Carl. A tug at the bottom of her coat
brought her eyes open in a flash. Carl had just opened the
bottom button to her coat.
"Carl!" she whispered, "What are you doing?!"
Carl smiled at her, "Shhhhh, close your eyes."
It took every bit of will power that Tara had to obey him. Her
coat was now open very high up on her thighs. Tara felt Carl's
lips hear her ears and his hot breath on her as he whispered,
"I'm going to make sure my little slave followed her
instructions."
Tara's only response was a tiny whimper as she felt another
button being pulled open. The lowest button still closed on her
coat was now near her belly button and Carl carefully pulled open
the bottom halves to fully expose the pretty girl from the waist
down. Tara could only hope that the taxi driver couldn't see
that far down in the back seat and hoped desperately that he
wouldn't turn around.
Carl's hand stroked downward now to Tara's knees which she had
unconsiously pressed firmly together. Carl gently eased them
apart using both his hands until she was completely splayed open.
Tara felt the petals of her now drenched sex open. She felt
Carl's fingertips glide up the inside of her thigh and gasped
softly as they reached her swollen labia. His fingertip slid
gently upher slit testing its wetness. He continued upward until
the finger, wet with her juices crossed her erect clitoris. "If
he strokes it once more I'm going to come." she thought. Carl
slid upward and gently carressed around her smooth pubis. Tara's
breath was coming in shorter and shorter breaths. Suddenly the
taxi turned into the hotel and braked to a stop. Carl pulled
Tara's coat together and paid the driver. Tara's face was
visibly flushed as they made their way upstairs to the room.
As instructed, Tara had taken a small suite in the hotel. The
couple walked into the first room of the suite made up as a small
living room with a couch and sofa-chair in the corner. Carl
dropped his bag and moved over to the chair in the corner to sit.
Tara moved toward the couch but Carl held up his hand. "Stay
there for me." he said seductively. Tara stood uncertainly,
wondering what would come next.
"Step out of those shoes." said Carl.
The carpet felt good on Tara's bare feet but somehow it made her
feel more aware of how little she had on.
"Turn around." whispered her lover.
Slowly Tara began turning. When her back was to Carl he had her
stop. Nothing was said for a long moment. The anticipation of
what would happen next built quickly.
"Now the coat." said Carl.
Tara took a deep breath. She reach down and undid the belt and
then reached for the top button. In a moment the coat was
completely open. She let the coat fall from her shoulders
showing her long tanned back and then her buttocks, sharpely
delineated by her tan line. Tara heard Carl pick up the coat and
put it aside. "Legs apart Tara."
Tara moved her feet about 2 feet apart.
"Further."
The feet stretched open wide. Tara waited for the next command.
"Now bend over and hold your knees." said Carl.
Tara bent forward and held herself in the exposing position. She
knew that behind her Carl had a perfect view of her bottom and
her pussy from behind. She imagined how she must look. Tara
heard Carl get up. It had now been a couple of minutes. She
sensed him coming closer, standing behind her.
Just behind her she saw Carl bending forward, peering closely at
her naked body. She felt his hands stroke his buttocks, then his
thumbs settled between her pale white buttocks. She felt him
spread her wide, pulling her buttocks open to completely expose
her most intimate opening. Tara whimpered, feeling so exposed,
so helpless.
Carl chuckled at her excitement and stood up. He had Tara stand
too and move into the next room and onto the bed.
"On your knees, facing away from the door." said Carl.
Tara moved to obey. Carl moved around the room and then returned
behind her and put a blindfold over her eyes. The loss of sight
only served to heighten Tara's other senses. She waited,
helpless now, for Carl to tell her what to do next.
"Very good. You look so pretty with a blindfold on. Now bend
forward until your head is resting on the bedspread. Very good.
now spread your hands wide apart in front of you and wait there."
The effect of the position was not lost on Tara. Putting her
head down this low only served to raise her bottom high up in the
air, perfectly on display for her dominant lover.
Tara's sense of hearing was now much more accute, she strained
her ears listening for what was happening around her. Carl's
footsteps moved around the room and Tara could almost feel his
eyes looking at every part of her. She heard the sound of a long
zipper of a bag(?) opening. 'What was he doing?' she wondered.
Tara listened as Carl walked back behind her. There was long
moment of silence and the young girl felt the anticipation build
as she waited for what would come next. 'Surely he would touch
her now.' she thought. But where?
"I'm just admiring the view." chuckled Carl at last. "Alright,
now I'd like you to reach back with both hands and place them on
your pretty buttocks for me."
Tara reach around with both hands to do so.
"Very nice now please pull your buttocks open to display yourself
properly."
Tara gasped! This particular variant on this position had never
occured to her. Certainly Carl had seen her naked body before
but doing as he asked would make her more exposed than she had
ever been to anyone before in her life! Tara hesitated a moment,
her mind running rampant as she frantically wished for him to
change his mind. Blushing furiously beneath her blindfold, she
finally did as he asked and gently pulled her smooth rounded
buttocks apart for him.
"A little wider if you please." said Carl calmly.
Tara only whimpered as she pulled herself more open for him.
"Very, very nice." said Carl, "Now you shall stay in this
position until you are told to do otherwise. It should not be
too long."
'Hmm, that was a funny was of saying to wait.' thought Tara,
'What does he mean?' She listened as Carl started to move around
the room again. A moment later he moved back behind her, near
the door.
"Now remember Tara, you are not to move from that position until
you are told to do so."
With that final reminder, Tara listened in horror at the sound of
the door opening! A moment later and it closed leaving her alone
in the room. 'What did he mean, wait?' she thought. 'Did that
mean it might not be him who's coming back in the room? Does it
mean that he might come back with someonse else? What *does* it
mean?'
Tara's breath was now coming in short breaths and her heart raced
at the same pace as her mind as she considered all the possible
ramifications. 'My God! It might be a woman who comes in!'
thought the young girl. It was perhaps only 5 minutes but for
Tara it seemed forever that she waited. Through it all, she
never considered getting up from the bed and covering herself.
As scary as it was to consider all these alternatives, it was
also very, very exciting and Tara knew deep in her heart that
Carl would never hurt her.
The sound of the key in the lock raised the tension level yet
again. Tara held her breath as she listened for the footsteps
walking in. 'Was it one person or two? Were those Carl's
footsteps?' There was no way of telling just from the sound.
Whoever it was did not speak, they just moved around the room.
Tara could feel herself being looked at. Despite herself, she
felt her hands pulling her buttocks wider apart offering herself
to whoever her Master had in the room whether it was him or not.
The footsteps moved back behind the pretty girl and Tara waited,
wondering when she would be touched. Finally one of her wrists
was taken by a hand. 'Was that Carl's hand?' she wondered. She
felt something being pulled around her wrist and then fastened
tightly to it. A strap of some kind she guessed. Another was
attached to her other wrist and she was allowed to rest her arms
on the bed while straps were pulled tight around her ankles.
Once this was accomplished, the mysterious hands took her right
wrist again and tugged it backward. Tara arched herself slightly
so that her wrist strap could be attached to the ankle strap on
the same side. The same procedure was done on her left leaving
her bottom even higher in the air.
More straps were fastened to her young lithe body, these on her
thighs just above her knees. The unseen hands pulled the straps
wide apart and tied them somewhere on the bed, pulling Tara's
knees slightly wider then fastening them firmly. Tara was now
helpless and very widely exposed. She wondered what might come
next. The hands reached under her now and Tara gasped as her
left breast was stroked gently. The hands stroked inward, toward
her already firm nipple and the sensitve flesh crinkled even
further. By the time the stroking fingers touched her long brown
nipple, it was achingly hard. Tara felt the fingers pull the
nipple downward and pinch as it did so. Tara's nipples were one
of her most sensitive areas and she loved when they were pulled
and teased. She moaned softly as her left one was now pulled out
longer than it's normal 3/4 inch length. The fingers pulled away
but were soon replaced by the firm pinch of a nipple clip. The
right nipple was next leaving the metallic clips hanging from
Tara's long firm nips. 'If they don't stop playing with those
nipples I think I'm going to come from that alone.' thought Tara
as she panted softly at the sensation.
Tara listened to movement again as the person (she was sure it
was now just one) moved back behind her. She felt the persons
hands slide up between her legs toward her chest. Now the nipple
clips were touched again and Tara felt them being tugged
downward. Cords to the clips were pulled back toward Tara's feet
and attached to rings on her ankle straps. The effect pulled her
already over-sensitive nipples outward and pulled her upper body
closer to her knees, thus bringing her bottom even higher.
Tara was soaked. She knew that whoever it was behind her knew it
too. How could they miss. Her pussy was so wet that she could
feel the trickly of her juices on her thighs. She was now so hot
that she didn't care who it was that was playing with her body.
She just wished they'd touch her, touch her pussy, her ass,
something to relieve her need.
An unseen hand patted her upturned rump gently and then Tara
listened as they walked back to the door and opened it. The door
closed gently leaving Tara alone again but this time completely
bound and helpless.
Her wait was not long, only a couple of minutes and to her
amazement, her sexual excitement mounted again in that time.
When the door opened again, she was panting so much that she
almost missed it. This time the footsteps did not take long to
walk around her and then move behind her. She felt a hand on her
buttock. 'Was it the same person?' she wondered. The hand left
her, only to return a moment later to palp her buttock to the
side, exposing her anus more fully. Tara gasped at the cool
touch of the lubricant on the tip of the strange finger. It
teased at her opening a moment then slid inside. Tara was so hot
that there was no resistance, even in her rear passage. The
finger moved deeply in and out, adding more lubricant as it did
so. Tara's body moved back and forth in its bonds, trying to get
more of the finger in her. 'She was close, oh so very close.'
she thought and then the finger pulled away.
"Oh please..." she whimpered, speaking for the first time since
she was blindfolded.
The touch at her anus again was immediate but this time it was
the tip of a plug that touched her there. She loved having her
ass teased but this was only the second time she'd had a plug
inserted there. She felt the widest part spread her anus wide
and then her sphincter pulled the narrow neck inwards as she
gasped out loud at the sensation. Tara knew she was on the edge,
one more push and she would not be able to hold back her orgasm.
"So you like it so far do you?" chuckled Carl.
"Oh God Carl. Please! I'm so close." gasped Tara,
Carl moved behind her and touched the tip of his cock to her
soaked opening.
"Oh yessssss!" cried Tara as Carl pushed forward in one long
motion until he was deep in her.
It did not take long. As he stroked in and out in long full
strokes, Carl reached down to twist the plug that he had so
recently inserted in his submissive girlfriend's bottom. Tara
pushed back as best she could in the tight bondage. Each thrust
by Carl had the clips on her nipples pulled by the cords attached
to her ankles.
A moment later Tara's whole body tensed up. Carl twisted her
plug again and wave after wave crashed over her. She cried out
loudly again and again, straining upward so the nipples clips
would pull her nipples and breasts downward. Finally, it was
over.
It was much later, curled up in bed with her head resting on
Carl's chest that she asked.
"Carl?"
"Yes hon?"
"Was it you? You know, who came in the room?"
Carl chuckled quietly. "Maybe next time I'll leave the blindfold
off so you can see for sure but this time I'll not tell you."
Tara wondered as she fell asleep and would until the next time.
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