Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It took months of convincing, but here I am, checking into the oceanfront hotel under his name. Speaking it aloud at check-in gives me a thrill. There’s power behind his name; people know him here, and they know I’m not his wife. Whatever thoughts the hostess has, she keeps them to herself and shows me to the suite he’s picked out just for me. A whole weekend dedicated to being his little fuck doll.
The arrangement has perks for both of us, and the excitement of being just his call girl has my panties wet. Before she leaves me in the empty suite, the hostess hands me a small card and notes the outfit across the bed. I thank her and show her to the door before I read his note.
His Little Toy
“Dress in the outfit I’ve laid out for you and nothing else. Insert the remote control toy and power it on. I’ll meet you for dinner in the hotel restaurant at six pm sharp, do not be late, little toy.” Electricity vibrates through my system as I read and reread his words. I was nervous he’d be in the room before me, but I should have known he’d be considerate enough to give me privacy to freshen up. Instead, he’s left me just enough time to shower, shave, do my makeup, and dress for him, so I do.
I’m impressed by the outfit he’s left for me. Plum purple lingerie and nude stocking, the small egg-shaped vibrator that will fill my pussy before him, and an emerald green dress to cover it all. Tall purple heels that match the lingerie wait on the floor at the end of the bed.
Walking out of the elevator has me on high alert. The toy feels large, and the constant anxiety of waiting for him to turn it on is driving me crazy. I scan the lobby for him and saunter towards the restaurant. I don’t see him, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t watching me. Every step I take moves the toy inside of me, almost as if his fingers were stroking me as I move. I’m shown to his table to wait for him. They pour me a little glass of wine, and I watch. I watch, and I wait.
Patience is a virtue.
My legs cross and uncross. I tug at the hem of my dress and shift my weight in the chair. Waiting for him is agonizing. Every man that walks by makes my spine straighten in anticipation, but fifteen minutes later, he is nowhere to be found. Finally, the hostess from earlier returns to my side with a wicked grin as if she knows things about his plan that I don’t. She informs me that my host is waiting in our suite for me and is waiting for me to head back up.
When I stand, I can feel the wetness in my panties. The toy stuffed in my waiting pussy is a constant reminder of the power he has over my body. It’s difficult to breathe as I walk back to the elevator and ride up to our suite. This time I know, he’ll be in the room, but I still don’t know what he’ll do with me.
Just before I slip the key card into the slot, the door is yanked open, and there he is. Tall, handsome, and in a suit. My mouth moves, but no words come out, and it seems fine with him because he grabs me into his arms and his mouth crashes over silent lips. His kiss is tender yet powerful, and my arms lock around his neck as he sweeps me over to the bed.
Let the weekend begin.
I expected to please him first, with my mouth of my hand, but it seems my host has other ideas. He drops me against the soft mattress and moves his lips down my throat and into my cleavage. It’s easy for my legs to part for him when his weight grinds on top of me. I’m breathless when he pushes up my dress and kisses over my inner thighs. My cheeks are flaming red when he parts my legs further, and I imagine how I must look. Drenched panties and with the tail end of the vibrator sticking out from my dripping pussy. The embarrassment only makes me wetter as his thumb pulls my panties to the side and his teeth grip the end of the pink toy. He pulls back, slowly removing the toy from my needy hole. Clear ropes of my desire string from the bulbous end of the toy to my lips, and he smiles up at me. “Such a messy little toy.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357