My first story (soft BDSM M/f)


Samantha's Motel.
Erin opened the door to the motel room and let Samantha in. In the doorway
she gave him a passionate, short kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Erin asked.
"And why wouldn't I be?" she replied.
"Because in a bit you will be under my complete control." He brushed a lock
of red-brown hair out of her face.
"I am sure." She simply said, let go of the door and walked into the rented
room.
Erin and Samantha, a young couple. He, strong but tender character. She,
nervous giggle, naïve at times, but totally devoted to their love that
already lasted an eternity. Tonight they traveled 60 miles south of their
hometown to give life a new impulse.
Samantha dropped her bag by the side of the bed while Erin busied himself
closing the curtains. Samantha zipped open the small sports bag and took out
a pair of black stiletto-heels that she placed next to the bed. She put the
lingerie, Erin bought her the day before, in a neat pile on the bed.
Caressing the white silk of the fingerless gloves that lay on top, she
dreamily asked: "Mind if I go take a shower, darling?"
…But Erin was already to busy reading the in-house TV-guide to notice her.
Taking the lingerie with her she left for the bathroom. Erin thumbed through
the thin magazine that showed the movies that the motel had on Pay-TV.
Tonight it was 'Devil's Desire'. This surprised him. He saw it once on a
party he crashed a few years back, and he would not have dreamed an average
motel would show such a hardcore blue-movie.
Samantha liked what she saw in the bathroom. The tub was big and to one side
there was a mirror covering the entire wall. She placed the pile of lingerie
on the make-up table, that had yet another huge mirror. If she left the
shower curtain open she could look at herself from all sides. She covered
her face in a big towel and let the soft fabric slide over her face. Checked
the basket on the make-up table, complimentary of the motel, for soap and
shampoo and started the shower. Quickly she got out of her clothes, and let
them all fall on the floor. She stepped into the tub and got under the
stream of hot water. She needed this after the ride. It had been a warm,
moist summer day, and she felt a thin layer of sweat being slid off her body
by the full stream. She looked at herself in the mirrors and then turned
slightly to catch a glimpse of her back in the make-up table's mirror. She
cupped her breasts and gently played with them. She didn’t think she was
particularly beautiful, but Erin loved her voluptuous roundness and she had
to admit that her rubenesque lines did extremely well on her butt.
Erin looked through the room and found the mini-bar. He opened it and found
it had his favorite bourbon in those tiny bottles you get on airplanes. He
fixed himself one. He took the remote control for the television, got on the
bed and carelessly flicked the channels, every so often catching a glimpse
from the Pay-TV previews.
When he looked up from the television, he saw Samantha standing in the
doorway to the bathroom. He had picked her the right outfit. She looked
sensational. A lacey white baby-doll with spaghetti straps, covered by a
see-trough white robe that hung down on her waist. Underneath that she was
wearing crotchless panties and white thigh-high stockings. "I am ready." She
said.
"Aren't you forgetting something? …the shoes."
Samantha walked around the bed, making an extra pirouette in front of the
television, and got to her bag. She bent over to pick up the black
Stiletto's and Erin grinned as her butt formed perfectly before him,
underneath the soft fabric.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Samantha nodded.
He explained her the rules.
"You are not to talk unless spoken to."
"You will address me as Sir at all times."
"If you are unwilling in anyway I will have to punish you."
"And last, the safe word is Ferrari"
"Why do we need a safe word? Samantha asked. He explained that if either one
of them would feel unhappy in any of the situations they would encounter,
calling out the safe word would immediately stop the play.
"Are you ready?" Erin asked again.
"Yes Sir." Samantha said with a smile.
"Good…. Sit on the bed." Erin said clear but softly. Samantha did as she was
told, and Erin walked over to her sports bag.
"Do you need help, darling?" Samantha asked.
"I do not recall asking you anything." He replied with a snap but with still
a smile on his face. He didn't wait for her apologies and went on looking
through the bag. He got out her cheap vibrator and 2 silk scarves he had
instructed her to buy. He placed the vibrator by her feet on the bed.
Holding up the scarves, he asked her which of the two would go better with
her lingerie. "The black one Sir." She replied. Erin dropped both scarves on
the bed and silently went on to collect all pillows in the room.
He piled them up behind her back.
"Lean into the pillows, get comfy and place your hands, close together,
behind the pillows." Erin said. Without a word Samantha obeyed.
"Since you picked the black scarf to look better with your outfit, I will
have to use the red one to tie you up."
Having said that, he got next to her on the bed, placed her arms a little
closer together and fastened the scarf a few inches above her wrists,
wrapping it around her arms 3 times. This secured her but gave her just
enough freedom of movement, should she get tired of the position and in need
of support. Erin picked up the other scarf and caressed her face with the
soft silk. Samantha could feel herself getting moist in anticipation of
things to come.
Erin looked at the clock. 'Devil's Desire' was about to start. He stopped
brushing Samantha's face with the scarf and got his face close to hers.
"I am sorry" he said in a soft tone, "but I cannot let you watch this
alone."
Erin softly nibbled her ear, and then placed the scarf over her eyes. He
secured it with a double knot, making sure it wouldn't fall off but wouldn't
be too tight either. He got off the bed and Samantha could hear him fumble
with the remote control. Erin turned up the volume. Through the intro music
of the movie she could hear Erin switch on the vibrator to a low speed. Erin
placed the humming little toy on the bed and massaged her ankles briefly. He
took hold of her feet and spread her legs. He placed the vibrator against
her left thigh and tilted it so that the tip leaned against her pubic area.
He took hold of Samantha's right foot and closed her legs, clamping the
humming device between her thighs pushing its tip onto her bikini line.
"I want it to be there when I get back." he said. "…And better listen to
that movie, it's the only excitement you will get for a while."
Samantha was left alone with the movie. In the distance she could here the
door to the bathroom being shut and a shower running a few seconds after
that. The vibrator tickled her. Samantha leaned back into the pillows and
moaned softly. From the TV came sound of the first 'hot' scene.
"Oh you like being left alone, huh?" Erin said as he took the now silky wet
vibrator away from her. She had not heard him come back from the shower. It
shocked her that he had found out how extremely excited she was by the
humming of the vibrator against her lower body and the sounds from the
movie. She felt her face getting hot, and knew he could see her
embarrassment.
Erin didn't say a word to let her know he saw and got on the bed. Samantha
felt drips of water from his cleanly showered body fall on hers. He hadn't
toweled himself off after the shower. Erin got in front of her on his knees.
He shook loose his hair and water drips swept onto Samantha's face. With his
wet hands he slid her robe off her shoulders. He tucked on the fabric and
made it fall away behind her back, where it dangled on her tied wrists. He
pulled at the spaghetti-straps and peeled the baby-doll from her body. His
wet hands pushed it down. Erin got closer to Samantha and she felt him brush
against her breast. Her nipple could sense all the freshly washed hairs on
his wet leg one by one. As Erin pushed himself against her and she moaned
slightly, she could feel his scent embrace her face.
Samantha felt him tuck at the scarf that served as a blindfold, and when he
tilted her head back his throbbing tip was against her lower lip. She stuck
out her tongue touching his little opening, tasting some of him. Erin placed
his hand on her forehead and pushed her away slowly. "Did I give you
permission to do that? …Apologize." He said.
"I am sorry Sir." Samantha replied hesitantly.
"Excepted." He said, "Now please Samantha, suck me."
Samantha felt around with her lips, catching her man's in her mouth. She had
a somewhat incompetent feeling not being able to use her hands, but before
she really started feeling uneasy about it, he started guiding her. Erin
placed his hands on the sides of her head. While slowly playing with her
earlobes he pushed her up and down on him. Soon she had the rhythm, and he
loosened the grip on her head. He let her juicy lips slide up and down his
long shaft.
"Suck on the out stroke." He said.
She did, also making sure she swirled her tongue around the bottom of his
tip on the in stroke, just as she knew he liked so much. Erin set his hands
around her head a little tighter again, and raised the tempo. Samantha
caught on with the pace. Her head was dancing on his pelvis is smooth
motions.
Then, on the ultimate end of an in stroke of the dance, just as she was
ready to slide him back out, he grabbed her head tight and tilted his pelvis
forward, pushing himself deeper inside her mouth. Samantha knew of only one
thing to do. She opened her throat to him, and he filled her.
Samantha loved to deep-throat Erin, but she hadn't thought she would be
able, not having her hands to guide him inside. She moaned on his tip and
swallowed around it.
Erin pulsated inside her silky mouth and pulled back until just the head of
his hardness was inside of her.
"Just nibble a bit." he whispered.
She put her lips around her teeth and chewed softly on his purple tip.
Feeling a strong pulse, she took his head in one last time and sucked on it.
Strong gulps released in her mouth. She felt a chill go down Erin's spine,
then he retracted, leaving a strand of his semen between him and her lip.
Erin got a small towel out of the bathroom. He held it up to her chin and
said: "Spit!" Lovingly, he wiped the remainder of her chin. He kissed her on
her forehead and whispered: "Good girl."
Erin got behind her on the bed and untied her hands. Underneath the fabric
of her robe he softly rubbed Samantha's now somewhat numb hands. They sat on
the bed in silence for a while until Erin told Samantha to put her hands in
the air. She looked at him with a puzzled look. He gestured her to just do
it, and not wanting to become the victim of the punishment he talked about
in the beginning of this night, she did.
In one easy swoop, he undid her of both her robe and the baby-doll. He
picked up the red scarf again, and from behind her, reaching around her,
softly touching her breasts, he tied her hands back together at her wrists,
in front of her. Erin undid her blindfold and stepped off the bed. Samantha
saw he had put a gorgeous silk, paisley-printed boxer on. He must have
gotten it on getting the towel from the bathroom. Letting her eyes get used
to the dim light in the motel room she looked in awe as her lover was
dancing around the room fixing himself another drink.
"Do you want some wine?" Erin asked.
"Yes please." Samantha replied.
"Please what?"
Samantha quickly recovered herself and added "Sir!", she giggled. Erin
smiled and made her the wine. Having just been reminded that all this was
still part of the play and neither one had said the safe word Ferrari, she
didn’t complain about not being able to drink the wine with her hands tied
when Erin gave her the glass to hold.
He sat down in front of her on the bed sipping his own drink quietly, every
so often looking over his shoulder to the television showing 'Devil's
Desire'. He started talking again.
"Whatever happens next, I want you to watch the television. You have to keep
watching the movie. If you don't I will punish you." He said, punctuating
the word 'will'.
"Ok Sir.", Samantha smiled back.
"I am not joking." Erin said. "Do you understand?"
"Keep watching Sir.", Samantha wiped the smile of her face.
Erin took the glass from Samantha's hands and fed her some wine. Two sips.
On the third she got a little carried away, tried too big a sip, and whine
ran down her chin. Erin put the glass on the night table, got on the bed
behind her and kissed the wine away, tilting her head backwards leaning it
on his shoulder. He kissed her on her lips and she tasted the wine from his.
All the while, the vibrator had been on the bed, by Samantha's feet. Erin
picked it up. "Are you watching the movie?" he asked.
"Yes Sir."
"Good." he said and touched her mouth with the vibrator holding it up before
her with two hands.
Samantha's eyes were on the television in front of her and Erin let one hand
slip from the vibrator. He cupped her breast with it and then started
flicking her nipple. Samantha let out a soft moan and looked away from the
television, down on his hand.
Erin tapped her chin with the vibrator, urging her to look back to the
screen.
"I want you to show me how you suck me." he said as he held the vibrator
against her mouth again. "Keep watching the movie." He added.
Slowly Samantha sucked the tip of the vibrator in. She closed her lips
around it and let Erin push it deeper in her mouth. She tasted the motel's
soap and her own feminine scent on the plastic and sucked it in deep. Erin
smiled and kissed her neck. He let his hand slide down from her nipple onto
her belly. With his middle finger slightly touching her, he circled her
bellybutton, and then slid down stopping at her pubic hair.
He watched her suck the vibrator, she was watching the movie.
After looking at her sucking for a few seconds, he suddenly placed his
finger on her swollen clitoris. A shiver went through Samantha's body and
she let out a sharp pant instantly having her eyes drawn to the motion.
"Ha! Gotcha!" Erin grinned.
Samantha turned red with embarrassment and looked back up at the television
immediately.
"Two down, one to go." He whispered while he took the vibrator out of her
mouth. He started kissing her neck softly and his finger moved down from the
silky, little tight button to deeper between her womanhood.
"Just keep watching that." he relaxed her and kissed down from her neck to
her shoulder. His finger was making long slow strokes over her wet, purple
flesh.
Erin brought his hand up from between her legs and rubbed her nipple with
his wet finger. He soaked Samantha in her juices before cupping her with the
same hand, bringing his head lower and her breast to his mouth. With his
free hand he switched on the vibrator that lay beside them on the bed and
placed it tightly against her, between her legs -- tip down, this time.
"Still watching?" he asked with his lips curled over her nipple.
"Yes Sir." Samantha replied.
With his tongue he flicked her hardening nipple.
Erin let his hand go from under her breast. He increased the suction on her
nipple and Samantha groaned. One hand was now pushing the vibrator against
her crotch and his other was massaging her inner thigh.
With his hand on her thigh he pushed outwards softly. Samantha took this cue
as a pro and spread her legs a little wider. Erin's hand moved from her
thigh onto her smooth privates and rubbed her silky juices over the swollen
purple. He spread his fingers, opening her. With his other hand, Erin tilted
the vibrator away from her body and the tip now pointed towards her.
Samantha let out a massive sigh as she felt the humming plastic being pushed
inside her slowly. She rocked her pelvis against the vibrator. Erin let her
breast fall from his lips and took hold of the vibrator's end with both
hands. Making circling motions with the device, he made sure he never
dropped the pressing of the plastic against the inside of her soft female
cushioning. Samantha gasped and biting on her shoulder softly, he saw a tiny
drop of her juices glisten the tip of the vibrator, that was halfway inside
his woman.
Samantha did her best not to look down and keep watching 'Devil's Desire' as
she was instructed. When Erin looked up at her for a check he saw her biting
her lip. Although Erin never told her what the punishment was, and she was
sure he would never hurt her, she didn't want to find out what it was going
to be. She bit her lip a little harder and kept watching. It was hard for
her not to fall back into the pillows and scream in ecstasy. Her pelvis
slowly but involuntarily rocked against the moist vibrator. Her breathing
was thick with pleasure.
Erin, still behind her pushed himself against her harder and she could feel
his nipples on his peach-fuzzed chest press against her. "Just keep on
watching and be a good girl." He whispered. He fumbled with the speed of the
vibrator. Samantha let out a soft high pitched yelp as the humming increased
inside of her. Undisturbed Erin started pushing the source of the tickling
pleasure deeper inside her. He fucked her with the toy, sliding it in and
out of her slowly. On the last slow push inwards he let go of it, left it
humming inside her and got off the bed.
He got between her and the television. "Permission to look away from the
TV." he said and teasingly started licking his finger. With his wet finger
he touched his nipple and grinned as Samantha's moaning got faster. He
turned around and rubbed his butt, through the silk of his short. Samantha
panted when she saw him touching the body she so desired to come overtake
her.
Erin picked up her wineglass and held it to her mouth. Through her panting
and moaning she managed to take two small sips. He took the glass from her
lips and held it up in the light an orgy-scene in 'Devil's Desire' made on
the television. Standing in front of Samantha he poured drops of wine on
her. On her knee, on her thigh and a little over her left breast. He then
started licking it up in the same order he poured it on, paying extra
attention to get every last bit off her breast.
Jumping back on the bed behind her he quickly ordered her to start looking
at the movie again. Samantha obeyed and looked in the direction of the
television. She saw only a haze of flesh colors as the humming between her
legs had sedated her with pleasure. Erin took her by her elbows. "Up on your
knees, please" he half requested, half instructed her and helped her up.
As soon as she was up on her knees, Erin placed his hands on her lower back
and pushed forcefully making Samantha fall with her shoulders onto the bed.
Quickly Erin got hold of her shoulders, pulled her back and placed her tied
hands underneath her for support. Samantha was now in an 'all fours'
position and Erin started to move in a series of motions in rapid
succession. The cheap vibrator that was still inside her threatened to fall
out of her, but Erin caught its end on his wrist as he moved his hand
between Samantha's leg and started rubbing her now swollen button of desire.
He used his wrist to push the plastic toy deep inside her while his fingers
flicked and rubbed her clitoris. With his free hand he slid over her belly
and up her right breast. Placing two fingers on each side of her nipple, he
closed his hand around her breast and started pulling on it gently.
"Damn it, Samantha!", Erin yelled. The ecstasy of it all, the big but kind
hands, on her body, the purposely delay of her orgasm, had caused Samantha
to look down what was happening to her and not the movie as she was
instructed. "Now I have to spank you…"
Even though Samantha had never been in a situation like this before, she
instinctively pushed her butt higher in the air. She couldn't help it. Erin
said he would spank her and by a natural reflex she presented him with her
rounded cheeks.
"Oh no!" he said, "…not like that."
He pushed her onto her side and rolled her over on her back. He got off the
bed from behind her and moved in front of her, standing between the bed and
the television she had forgotten to watch as he had told her.
Leaning over her, he said: "I am sorry Samantha, but you gave me no other
choice. Will you thank me for setting you straight when I am done?"
Surprised by the course the action had taken, Samantha hesitantly said: "Yes
Sir."
Erin got back on the bed and took hold of her feet. With her hands still
tied in front of her with the red scarf, she had no other choice then to let
him do what he was about to do. Of course she could have just said:
"Ferari", but even though she didn't like the outlook of her forgetfulness,
she was much to aroused to let it stop. A strange sensation took her by
storm as Erin spread her legs wide.
Erin sat in front of her between her legs, on his knees. As if forgetting
the promise he would spank her, he took his male flesh by the tip between
his fingers and started rubbing his foreskin up and down. Looking down on
her and seeing the question marks in her eyes, he said: "I didn't forget
your spanks, this is just to get your mind off things." With that, his face
turned to a grin. He leaned over Samantha a little, swept a drop of his
precum off his tip and rubbed it onto her mouth. "Taste it." He whispered.
Quickly Erin untied Samantha's hands. He rubbed the numbness out of her
wrists, then let her arms rest on the soft bedspread under her.
Still sitting between her legs, Erin took hold of Samantha's feet bent her
knees a little and placed her feet on his lap. Gently he started rubbing the
soles of her feet. Samantha relaxed. Although bewildered by Erin's swift
mood changes, going from wanting to spank her to kindly giving her a
massage, she managed to come at ease with the situation and enjoy his touch.
Erin rubbed his thumbs over the soles of her feet while he looked down on
her exposed pubic area. He saw Samantha shiver a bit and knew she had to be
close to the orgasm he was trying to prolong for her, making it more intense
than it ever took her. He saw her pubic hairs being curled and soaked by the
play she already received as his slave.
When he looked up into Samantha's face, he saw she had closed her eyes. He
moved quickly. Before she was fully aware that Erin had stopped rubbing her
feet, he already had taken hold of the scarves he just undid her hands off,
and had her wrists tied to her ankles.
Samantha lay helpless, with her arms down her sides, legs bend up and spread
wide apart. "Ready for your spanks?" he asked. "Slave…" he whispered as an
afterthought, almost shy about the way he addressed her.
"Yes Sir." Was Samantha's reply.
This was not going to be the spanking she had in mind. She had been puzzled
when he hadn't spanked her behind a few moments ago, she was even more
surprised now when Erin started spreading her legs a little wider. Erin
placed his left hand over her purple, juicy labia, exposing her swollen
button that so desired relief.
With a quick blow he let three fingers of his right hand fall down on her
pussy forcefully. Samantha felt a rush of heat spread though her clitoris.
She pinched her eyes, taken by the sudden flash of pain. …Or was it? She
squirmed under each boom he gave her to the button. She heated up, it pained
her, but in a way she never felt before. Under his hands her pussy started
to shed its juice, and her stricken clitoris swelled in intense heat. After
five pats, as she realized he wasn't really hitting forcefully, Samantha's
body gave in to the pleasure. She stopped squirming and started to moan
softly. A chill went up and down her spine in a continuous rage of pleasure.
"5 more little girl", Erin smiled.
Erin waited longer between his strokes. He knew his love was close to an
earth shattering climax he didn’t want to give her yet. Instead, he teased
her. Waiting long, giving Samantha a feel of the joy to come. Sending spasms
of pleasurable pains and heat through her aching pelvis.
"TEN!" Erin said loudly at the last pat. He quickly moved himself on top of
her. Rubbed his malehood against her wetness and slid inside her with great
ease. He immediately started pumping inside her softened, silky wet flesh.
Samantha was beside herself. Heavily panting and moaning loudly, she could
no longer permit herself not to come. She shook heavily, having lost total
control over her body as waves of pleasure seemed to endlessly fall on top
of one another, the blood rushed to her head. Erin could feel her heart beat
a thousand thunders under her hardened nipples. One last cry escaped her
before the spasms subdued and she let her body fall to the bed limp.
Erin slid off her and got next to her, hugging her tightly. He wiped a lock
of hair out of her face and  brushed the back of his hand over her cheek. "I
love you my treasure", he whispered. Samantha was already sound asleep.
"Ferari," Erin said as he pulled the covers over the two of them and nestled
his head on her chest.