When she arrived at the hotel she went into the ladies to check her appearance before going through to the bar where they had arranged to meet. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered what he would make of her. She was dressed as she had been instructed, a low cut black top with no bra and she could feel the material scratching against her nipples which were becoming more and more sensitive as she anticipated the evening ahead.

She looked in the mirror and saw her face, made up and she hoped attractive enough to entice the man she felt that she had been talking to for so long. Her hands ran nervously down the sides of her skirt and she could feel the suspenders that were holding up the stockings underneath and moving forward her fingers felt the smooth, shaved area where recently her pubes had been bushy and springy to touch.

Standing back she took a last look at herself before taking that deep breath and moving towards the bar. Her black skirts definitely showed signs of the suspenders and her shoes, which were not as high as she would have liked but still remarkably difficult to walk in, felt strange with their pointed toes and small kitten heels.

All in all she thought that she might do but she was also aware that any man who looked at her closely would be able to tell that she lacked the undergarments that more modest women would wear as a matter of course. She blushed as she realized that that was probably part of his plan. The red lipstick and nail varnish made her look positively tarty and she hoped that she would not be mistaken for a prostitute. Hesitating for a minute she wondered if that was what she did feel a bit like tonight, who knows, but jutting her chin forward and bracing her shoulders for the ride ahead she stepped out of the ladies and walked towards the bar.

As she walked in she saw him immediately. He looked just like his picture and she knew that she had developed a great affection and bond with this man despite never having met him before. He was looking away as she entered but turned to look at her, knowing her immediately, and running his eyes up and down her clothes, assessing her ability to follow simple orders. As his eyes moved up her body she stood still in the doorway to give him a chance to appreciate her. Eventually his eyes moved further up still and he looked into her blue eyes. Without smiling he nodded his approval and she relaxed a little inside, suprisingly noting that she had been more nervous of this initial appraisal than even she had realized.

He indicated that she was to go and sit at a table in the corner. She moved to the position indicated noting that it was quiet and not really overlooked. She sat down and after a couple of minutes he moved over to join her. He sat down beside her on the seat and said. You can have your drink when I have looked at you properly my dear.

She found this strange, surely he had already looked her up and down and realized that she had followed his instructions but clearly that wasn’t enough. What did he want from her in the bar?

“I want to see all of you Alison,” he instructed. She asked if it couldn’t wait until they got to his room but no, he was firm and commanding. He wanted to see her before he bought her a drink and they would have at least two drinks before going upstairs.

“What do you want to see, there are people around and I cant just lift my skirts and take off my top,” she was positively querulous in tone and was feeling more uncertain of her situation by the second.

“I need to see your breasts, your cunt and your bum. Now tell me how you propose to show these to me?”

At first she was really uncertain about the situation but gradually she could feel a rush of excitement running through her. This situation was going to need all of her ingenuity and would test her exhibitionist inhibitions to the core. He was waiting for her to take the lead in an activity he had set up completely. He was in control and working her like a puppet, but this puppet was beginning to enjoy herself and was busily thinking about how she could disclose herself to this dominant man without attracting too much attention from the others in the bar.

She moved so that she was sitting closer to him and they were both well tucked under the table. She began to pull up the front of her skirt hoping that the darkness of their corner and the table legs would hide what she was doing from the view of onlookers. Working carefully she pulled the centre of the skirt up past her crotch and very carefully she took his free hand and placed in on her naked pussy area. His fingers were warm and strong as she felt them exploring her lips and burrowing inside, finding her cunt and exploring its moist depths. She felt him moving inside her, not deeply, that was impossible in their sitting position but she knew that she was hot and moist and she could smelt her sex as his hand moved down and back exploring her further.

She was surprised when he withdrew his hand and gave her his fingers to suck; she did this greedily trying to make it look as if he was offering her a peanut or other tasty morsel.

“Ali, I am pleased to have felt your cunt but I asked to see it, didn’t I,” he said sternly. She thought for a moment and dropped her handbag on the floor. Its contents rolled under the table and she made a move to pick them up.

“Stop me and go down and look while you gather them up,” she hissed at him. He nodded and standing up told her to sit back while he picked the things up for her. His head disappeared under the table and as he gathered up her purse, a few loose coins, her keys, tissues and other loose bits she lifted her skirt to allow him to see her cunt which was not hot and wet and in need of attention.

“Very nice my dear but it is dark down there and I did not get a good view. How are you going to give me a better look?”

Thinking fast, she wanted this man and was on unfamiliar territory. She thanked him for finding the contents of her handbag and got up. I have left something in the ladies she said getting up and hoping that he would have the wit to follow her. She shouldn’t have worried as he moved swiftly to follow her. She moved out of the bar area and towards the door to the toilets. How would she show him? She thought and then realized the answer. The disabled toilet was next to the ladies; she would take him in there.

She disappeared in, him following behind her and locking the door. Once inside he turned to her and ordered her to remove her top first. She was quite offended at first as she had so hoped that this top would prove sexy and all he wanted was for it to be removed but, despite this, she turned and obediently did as she was told.

As the top came over her bouncy red wavy hair her breasts were released and bounced back against her chest their large pink nipples standing erect and waiting.

He looked at them and reaching forward took one in each hand playing with them and tweaking the nipples hard enough to make her gasp. Far from stopping his fingers continued to play with them turning them over and over and pinching them so she was groaning with both pleasure and pain. She could feel juices starting to trickle down her inner thighs as she became more excited and holding her breasts in each hand offered them to be explored by his mouth.

Bending down he took her right nipple deep into his mouth biting and sucking on in which he pinched and tweaked the other with his fingers. She was getting more and more excited when he withdrew and put the second nipple deep into his mouth and sucking and almost chewing it she found herself responding and with a loud inarticulate sound she knew that she was beginning to cum already.

He noticed her change of tension and pulled his mouth away. Not yet my girl he said holding each breast in turn while he slapped it firmly with his free hand. Not yet. You will not cum yet.

The sensation started to subside and she managed a quick apology. She was met by a sharp retort to stand up and take off her skirt. This time she moved quickly and with no doubt or hesitation. She slipped the long black skirt off to reveal her stockings, suspenders and shaved pubes. He instructed her to turn round and he inspected her body, now naked except for her stockings and shoes. He ordered her to sit on the edge of the lavatory seat and open her legs wide so that he could see her cunt. She did this exposing her rosy labia, which was swollen, and protruding out from between her lips.

He bent down and idly started to finger her again but this time her position allowed him complete access. She leaned back against the toilet seat and shifted her hips to give him clear access moaning slightly as he worked her backwards and forwards and then encouraging her fingers to explore behind his. She could hold back no more and bracing herself felt the shudders of an orgasm start to rise inside her and relaxing to meet in rode it with concentration and enjoyment.

When she had finished he withdrew his fingers, once again offering them to her to clean. He ordered her to knee on the toilet floor, which thankfully was very clean, undo him and put his cock in her mouth. As she released him she admired the cock before placing her mouth around it and starting work to please this dominant man. She worked on that shaft with rapt attention teasing the end and swallowing its length until she felt it filling her mouth even more and the taste of precum met her tongue. She would swallow this man’s cum as a sign of submission, kneeling on the floor of a hotel toilet. She was surprised to feel him pull out and looked up at him questioningly.

“There is still one part of you I need to inspect. Turn round and bend over the toilet.” She wasn’t keen on this and started to object. “Do as I say and do it NOW,” he insisted and reluctantly she moved to position herself over the toilet bowl.

He took a few moments inspecting her backside, spreading her cheeks and feeling her hole. Then pulling away again she was caught off guard as a very hard slap came crashing down onto her buttocks, then anther, and another.

“Count, you slut, count” he growled and so, feeling more than a little unsafe she started to count, three, four, five, six. She had expected it to stop and so stopped counting when blow number seven caught her, then eight, she gasped, and nine and ten. Her backside was on fire but kept leaning forward. Then she felt sometime cold and wet touch her arse, which was quickly followed by his cock that felt enormous against her tight hole. It must have been KY jelly she reasoned and was not surprised to feel him firmly push into her. She loved anal and would ride this one.

As he moved against her he rubbed against her sore backside digging his cock deeper and deeper inside her. She pushed back on him and could her the slap of his balls against her cheeks. He drove on and on grabbing her hair and pulling it like reigns as he drove even deeper into her. After what seemed like ages but was probably only a few minutes his cock swelled inside her and she knew that his warm sweet cum was deep inside her body.

He collapsed against her and they stayed like that for a few minutes. Eventually he pulled out of her and she fell forwards against the bars that surround all disabled toilets.

He straightened himself up quickly and turning to her told her to get ready. She reluctantly did, still feeling the sensation of him inside her arse. Eventually then emerged from the toilet together. She had meant to let him slip out first but when the door opened she found she was looking at the man who had sat on the nearest table to them in the bar. He looked at her in a strange way and then winked at him.

“Left her a bit bruised did you?” he said addressing him rather than her. “I saw you two in the bar. You need to be careful you know, they have really heavy bouncers here and they’ll chuck her out for being on the game if you don’t watch out.”

They had been seen he knew her secret. She guessed that had been part of the plan. Still she was thirsty she thought to herself and would enjoy a drink before seeing what else the night held in store for her.

Oct 2003