Since I teased you all about a month ago now with how my logistical challenges factor into my experiences, I thought it was only fair to actually share the result of my having found an ”opening” in my slave as a result of the photo mrs lake posted that got me so worked up! As a reminder about the circumstances…

I had asked my slave to make herself available to re-create my imaginings. She jumped at the chance and then came back with the following message from her work e-mail (which is monitored and not how we normally communicate unless absolutely necessary):
”Group of folks in my office… bit of a mini emergency … trying to wrap up as quickly as possible… can’t jump on mail for a little bit.”

A response which got the following response from me (also to her work e-mail):
”Its your ability to speak following our meeting that concerns me most. The longer I wait the harder it will be for you to get through it all. Just let me know when your opening is available.”

I just heard that her opening is now available so I intend to head over and fuck her mouth and throat relentlessly until I am satisfied (and have made as much of a mess of her face as that picture) but I do love playing around with words that others might see in a way that is formal and appropriate yet sooo deliciously improper…

And without further ado…the result (or at least part 1)!!!

So I met her at the entrance to one of the hotels near where we work and I could see the excitement surging up inside of her when we first made eye contact, but she quickly checked herself and started shifting her own internal emotional gears when she saw that I was not interested in chit/chats or greetings and lowered her eyes and proceeded to walk a step ahead of me through the revolving door. I don’t always tell her what services I need or expect of her before we meet because I find that she inspires all sorts of things in me when we are together (and I hate being limited in my options!), but today, she knew specifically what my needs were and knew exactly how I intended to satisfy them. I had already shared with her Mrs. lakes posting and my response (a big thank you to Mrs. lake for her part in this little drama!) earlier in the day. So now we are walking through the lobby, making small talk about our day, but not being intimate in any overt ways or speaking about what we are going to be doing. I see her watching my feet and legs and trying to match her gait to my own in an attempt to keep up with me. She has become very perceptive about when (and how) to read me and establish when it is OK for her to engage with me and ask for directions versus knowing when to just keep up and follow my lead. This was one of those days when I didn’t feel any need to explain or instruct and when I realized how focused she had become on matching my movements and the considerable physical effort that sometimes requires to do, I couldn’t help but smile at the realization of how good my slave really is… We headed up a flight of stairs not a stairwell per se because it was more open to the floors above and below, but off in a less used corner of the grand lobby so no one was around that we could see. I always make sure that she ascends the stairs first and, per usual, took the opportunity of her legs being parted to reach the steps and her ass rising up closer to my eye level to allow my hand to run up her inner thigh and to start to touch and tease her crotch and ass. She knows to keep walking as if everything is normal and to try to hide my explorations in any, way, but my doing this always gets the same reaction, a strident effort to not let it affect her, followed by a few awkward steps and the uncontrollable twitches starting to hitch and halt her speech and pace…good girl…”keep walking”, I say to remind her that we won’t be stopping here…and she takes a deep breath to try and regain some of her lost composure before trooping forward.

When we get to the second floor, there is another reception area and a long hallway which is lined by the doors to a series of ballrooms and conference/meeting spaces. There are a few people around, but relative to when there is a conference in town, or a meeting in progress, it is quiet and almost deserted. I try the first door we pass to see if it is unlocked, but no luck…it is a shame because I was remembering that we had previously ducked in to that very same room at lunch time when the conference floor was filled with people a few months back. I proceeded to have her strip completely naked and assume all manner of open and accessible positions (and very visibly displayed I might add) for my benefit in the middle of the large open conference room. On that occasion, I proceeded to inspect, probe, tease, lick, finger and fuck every single orafice of hers over a two hour period before cuming in her ass and ordering her to lay down on the ground and make herself cum for me. It was fairly early in our relationship, so she was working very hard to deliver what I was asking of her (to please me) and she was rabid with desire and arousal, but it was taking her longer to reach her orgasm than I would have expected, I stood back and over her and was is awe of what I was watching…this beautiful woman, wantonly spread eagle below me and shamelessly exposed, covered with sweat and cum and bright red welts on her tits and inner thighs from my belt, furiously rubbing her cunt with one hand while using the other to pinch and pull at her nipples, the sound of her sopping wet cunt making loud squishing noises, bucking and thrashing wildly and a long low guttural moan emanating from somewhere deep inside of her as she was on an unstoppable train towards her first orgasm, while a guy in a suit and a tie is standing over her with his semi-hard cock hanging out through the fly on his slacks still covered in her wetness and long strands of his cum dripping out of the head as he calmly watcher the spectacle with a black alligator belt in hand…encouraging his slave to ”Cum for Me!”.

My utter amazement (and ravenous lust) with what I was witnessing was replaced seconds later by the realization of just how fucking crazy this scene would look if anyone walked through that door right now!?!?! There would be no covering up or acting discrete under these circumstances thats for sure. If we were discovered, I realized that our best option would be for me to stand there unashamed and unflinching and give her a sharply worded instruction to ”Keep Going! Make yourself cum!” loud enough to be sure that our ”guests” clearly heard what I said…followed up followed by a stern,glaring, ”May I help you? Now is not a good time!” look and hope that they back out of the room without saying a word.

Luckily, no one walked in that time and by the looks of it the chances were even slimmer tonight, but the setting and my slave hanging so closely to me, ready willing and able to do whatever I asked of her while I tried door after door looking for one that was open and unoccupied was making me start to question my ”mission”. Finally I twisted a handle and the door swung open. The room was small but nice with a fake but nice looking fireplace in it. Housekeeping had obviously broken down the room after the last event and there were various table cloths, and catering equipment folded and stacked in the corner with only one chair and no tables left set up. Perfect, I said, and I closed the door and dimmed the lights. I turned around a split second later and my slave had already removed her shoes, pulled off her shirt and was unbuckling her bra..good girl…I thought to myself, but I wanted to stop her before she went any further…I put my hands firmly on either side of her head and looked directly in her eyes before starting to speak.
”You know why we are here right?”
…she nodded Yes.

”I want you to use your mouthcunt to make me cum, do you understand?”
…in a heavy labored breath she whispered ”Yes Master!”

”I am not going to fuck you anywhere else today, OK?”
…she nodded her understanding

”I just want your mouthcunt…ONLY your mouthcunt…no hands..no rubbing with your body or your tits…Just your lips, tongue and that beautiful tight throat of yours, understood?
…she was nodding quickly and her eyes were already fixed down at the front of my slacks as she waited for me to let her know it was OK to touch me and unbuckle my belt and unbutton my slacks.

I swung the chair around and placed it square in front of the fireplace and walked her over and pushed her down so that she was kneeling in front of the chair with her back to the fireplace. I then started to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my slacks. As soon as I released the last button, her hands were all over my cock, gripping it, feeling it, stroking it through the fabric…as she lowered the zipper and started to peel back the layers of fabric…her hands were down my shorts and one hand cupped underneath and started to squeeze and play and gently cup my balls while the other hand snaked its way around my shaft and started to carefully almost reverently begin to lift it clear of my waistband and swing freely inches from her face as she stared wide eyed and started licking her lips at this full, firm pulsing cock hovering less than an inch from her face while while she carefully worked her hands around my waist and started to lowered my shorts down over my hips and ass until I was full and completely exposed and available.

God I love seeing her like this…she is so fucking hot when her eyes have glazed over, she has slipped free from any facade, dropped any pretenses and has become singularly focused on how she can use every resource at her disposal and her prodigious skills and creativity to bring her Master as much pleasure as humanly possible! It is just these moments (or to be more precise the seemingly endless chain of these moments) where I find her to be among the most beautiful creatures I have ever witnessed!

”Thats a good girl..”, I say to encourage her.
”lick my cock…get it nice and wet…i want to feel you thick saliva dripping down my balls…”, I tell her. As she starts to kiss and nibble and lick the shaft and head, I start to feel the familiar clenching about to grip my balls. I am not even close to cumming, but I know that when my balls clench down hard there will be a surge of pre-cum testifying to my state of arousal. I grab her hair along the back of her head and roughy pull her back so that her mouth is right in front of my flared head before saying to her…”Open your mouth and stick out your tongue…”

”I want to show you how excited I am to see you and have you take care of me…”

”Watch how much pre-cum is about to spill out of my cock…”

”I want you to taste it and swallow it and show me how much you love worshiping my cock…”

I grip my cock tightly around the base and as I feel the clenching sensation start to push down the shaft, I run my hand down with it…milking it slowly…until the a long thick stream of clear, slick fluid streams out and pools across her tongue. She swirls her tongue around the fat swollen head a few times and then takes my whole cock deep into her mouth. I can feel the familiar rhythms of her throat contracting when she swallows ripple across my shaft and am reminded how damn good her mouth feels. She is so skilled and so eager and so unselfconscious ready and willing to do whatever I ask of her. She literally has no hang-ups just limits, and by limits I don’t mean things that are off the menu, I mean limits based on things that she is not physically capable of doing (which isn’t much and she is always willing to work on it and give it a solid effort!)

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Mallory replied 6 days, 18 hours ago
First, James, I continue to be amazed and in awe by how you get away with this at the hotel. Second, your recount of this mouthwatering, salivating dalliance has me so hot, I want to drop to my knees and compete with your slave for a taste of you.

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A. James replied 3 days, 1 hour ago
Experience tells me that there are an incredibly diverse number of completely accessible yet remarkably underutilized ”spaces” in this city (probably every city) and one simply has to be creative and twist a few doorknobs to find them – I suggest you start trying doors wherever you are – bars, restaurants, clubs, hotels, office buildings, etc. – and you may be surprised at just how many of them open – some into the most remarkable spaces imaginable!!!
I also think New Yorkers are more jaded than most so they have a remarkable ability to look right past even the most obvious things, but I bet everyone would be surprised at just how much people don’t ”look” at what they see.

Now in terms of getting you so hot that you might desire to audition for servitude…I can tell you that I consider that as a very high compliment and one extremely inspiring notion! I quite like Imagining all the possibilities contained in each of those states!!! Makes me want to share more than ever…

I have a distinct impression of just how enthusiastic Mrs Mallory might become in the second role, but I seem to be a little hazy about how you would go about showing that deep appreciation for cock!!! Care to help me make my fantasy a little more vivid by describing what Mrs. Mallory’s version of cock worship might look (or feel) like?

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Mallory replied 2 days, 18 hours ago
I am definitely going to start opening some doors!!

As for your ploy about being a little hazy, I know you’ve paid some attention to the bits and pieces of me previously depicting my cock worship skills. However, I would be delighted to refresh your memory but will need to think this one through more in order not to become totally pornographic.

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A. James replied 2 days, 3 hours ago
I don’t know that you should limit yourself! I have found that if I were to describe some of my most memorable experiences just as I witnessed them and felt them, they would make most pornographic depictions of the act blush with inadequacy!!!

I do remember some of your prior worshipful expressions, but something makes me really want to read how you would worship MY cock!!! I can’t wait to see the results.

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