My First Threesome - Room 318

My evening with Tom and Ronnie was a collection of anticipation and silent, seductive stares. We had spent the evening drinking. I could feel the residual heat from Tom from our encounter in the bathroom - the truth of our forbidden lust exploding deep inside me; the promise he had made to his wife, broken; his gaze never leaving mine when I spoke. A silent reminder to keep it between us, perhaps?

I started to think about the act Ronnie and I had shared in the sauna, and how Tom hadn't known about that. The constant thrill of my secrets with them was both arousing and exhausting.

As the night had drifted into the late evening, Ronnie's attention was undoubtedly preoccupied with two men standing at the bar. I could see her eyes darting to them before Tom, catching his gaze. He would occasionally look over at them. It was clearly a conversation they were having in silence. She eventually walked over to join them, leaving Tom and me together.

Instantly, the heat began rising inside me, as his eyes tracked my face, lowering to my lips, to my throat. His mouth occasionally curved at the side, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. He asked me many intimate questions, where I felt the need to tell him how I had pleasured myself in the shower. How I thought about him when I was doing it; how I thought about Ronnie. How I wanted to taste him. Every intimate detail I had, he wanted from me, followed by awkward silences.

Reliving those memories as I spilled it all out on the table, ignited an ache I needed dealt with and he knew it. He could seduce me without having to touch me. I was wet, hungry, and completely ready for him right then.

At one point, he had left to join his wife with the men at the bar, leaving me alone to feel the ache of his absence. I was not quite sure what was worse - the ache of his absence, or the completely undeniable ache his dark eyes gave me, holding my gaze, making me a quivering wreck from across the table. He had disappeared from the bar for a few minutes before returning watching his wife lead the two men away.

On his return, he placed a key card on the table before sliding it to me.

"Room three-eighteen, ten minutes," he told me, with complete authority in his voice.

My breathing escalated, my heart frantically beating against my chest. As I picked up the key card, I looked at him.

His eyes locked onto mine. "What room, Megan?" he asked.

"Three-one-eight," I was able to whisper.

"Good girl," he calmly told me.

He didn't waste any more time at the table. He pushed his chair back and stood up before walking through the restaurant and out of sight. The anticipation of what was being planned for me behind that door was overwhelming. Half of me wasn't sure I wanted to know. Whilst the other half, the half that begged me to chase after him was on fire.

As I walked to the room, my stomach was in knots, my heart was racing at a frantic pace. I could already feel how wet I was becoming; highly aroused at what was waiting for me.

I opened the door to room 318, and stepped inside, letting the door close behind me - shutting the world out, leaving only him and me in this room.

I could see the room was set up with low lighting. Tom sat in a chair ten feet away from me. Beside him was a black satin tie, but not the one Tom had been wearing. He must have brought it to the room. He sat there in his suit trousers and white shirt. His shirt buttons opened at the top, in the typical Tom style.

His presence was strong. It was clear that, here, he was going to be in charge, and I did not mind one bit.

"Drop your purse," Tom demanded.

I instantly did as I was told to do. Dropping my purse to the ground was my first act into being his submissive for the evening. One simple act gave him the permission he already had, without me having to say it.

"Take your panties off," he demanded again.

My heart was banging against my chest, as I followed his instruction to remove my underwear.

"Slower," Tom insisted. "And keep your eyes on me!" he continued.

I did as I was told. Keeping his gaze, I slid my hands up my dress and gently pulled down my pants letting them slide down my legs to my feet. I stepped out of them and stood, watching him.

"Get on your knees!" Tom demanded a third command.

This dominance filled me with a sense of peace within. I loved it! Who knew someone taking charge of me was a turn-on. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to break eye contact, so I slowly dropped to my knees ensuring my eyes were locked on his. His character never shifted into soft and gentle; he held himself well with such authority, it was exciting.

"Crawl to me," Tom told me.

I could feel my pussy already wet with anticipation, throbbing and aching for every inch of him to take full control of me. My heart was racing and my palms were, indeed, sweaty. I started to crawl towards him. Not breaking eye contact was erotic, his orders heightened my imagination. I was beginning to crave it increasingly more, each time he gave me a command.

As I reached him, my mouth became dry; I gulped just to get the saliva flowing in my mouth.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but keeping in character, he held his gaze. "Straighten up and place your palms on my thighs!" Tom ordered.

I did as he demanded. I noticed Tom parting his legs slightly, to allow me to get closer to him. As our gazes collided, I placed my sweaty palms on Tom's thighs, as I had been instructed to do.

He leaned forward, inches from my face, and placed his hand under my chin. "Are you going to behave for me Megan?" Tom asked me.

My voice was trembling; I only had one answer, an answer I was very comfortable with giving. "Yes."

"Don't break eye contact," he instructed.

Tom sat back in his chair, and started to slowly unzip his suit trousers. I was so tempted to look at him doing so. I wanted him to see my eyes widen as I saw his penis, but I dared not disobey him. What would be my punishment if I did? Did I want to find out? Yes, I did, but it was too early to be punished. I needed to be a bad girl first. Tom held my gaze as he lifted his bottom a fraction, for me to pull down his trousers.

I saw his cock spring from his trousers.

As Tom sat back on the chair, his mouth parted slightly before a small, devious smile curved at the corner. "Taste it," Tom ordered.

The silence earlier had not been of an awkward intent; he had methodically planned this night out in his head, as I relived and told him every detail he wanted to know.

"Keep your eyes on me and take every inch," he continued.

He was teasing me. I could already feel my lips wet with nothing but sweet arousal. The power he had over me, right then, was electrifying. I did as I was told, and slid my mouth over his rock-hard cock. My palms placed on his thighs as my eyes locked onto his.

I paced myself as I sucked on his delicious cock. His light groans filling the room sent a jolt of fresh heavy liquid between my legs. The erotic passion I was feeling intensified in my body. Tom put his hand on my head, guiding me to swallow him further.

"What a sweet mouth to fuck!" he admitted.

My motion started to gain speed. His moans and breathing got heavier. I wanted to taste all of him, every drop he would give me.

"Stop!" he ordered, trying to keep his composure.

But I didn't want to. I wanted him; I craved his load inside my mouth. I ignored his order.

His hand gripped my hair. "I said STOP!" His tone was firmer, filled with complete authority.

Again, I ignored him. I was rebelling against his commands.

This time, he pulled back my head by my hair, and looked at me. His features were strong and firm as he came close to my face.

"I told you to obey me!" Tom panted, "I'm in charge here, not you."

I felt a sense of accomplishment with my actions. I knew it would be hard to obey him fully; I couldn't control myself like he could. This was new to me, and I wanted every second of it - waiting for him was too much.

"Get on the bed for your punishment!" he ordered

My heart pounded, I smiled slightly. Tom noticed that small, defiant look - he must have known this was a part of my plan. I knew this was going to be a hard punishment to obey, but a small sense of fear came over me. I didn't know my limits, which meant neither did Tom. Would he go too far with me? I took my hands off his thighs and made my way to the bed. I sat on the edge and looked at him. Tom removed his trousers before taking the chair and moving it in front of me; then sitting in the chair, naked from the waist down. His cock was still hard, teasing my thoughts.

"Lie down and put your feet on the edge, legs apart," Tom instructed firmly with no room for a response.

I followed his command and did as I was instructed to do. Watching him look at me in this position, I should have felt scared or vulnerable, but I didn't. I hardly knew him, yet I trusted him. He must have heard how fast I was breathing; it sounded like an echo bouncing off the walls.

"Show me what you were doing in the shower!"

I bit my lower lip, hiding that defiant smile. I didn't want him to see another smile escape my mouth without his permission. I realised, right then, he had been listening to everything I told him tonight at dinner. I placed my hand between my legs and started to gently pleasure myself. I was already soaking wet. My fingers felt soft like silk against my own body, gathering up my own arousal. Looking at him watching me made the feeling intense.

"Did you picture me with you, Megan?" Tom asked, his voice a low, calm, and controlled murmur.

"Yes," I replied, lightly moaning.

"My tongue sliding inside that sweet, hot pussy?"

"Yes," I answered again, my breathing hitching at the thought of his words teasing my aching core.

Hearing him talk dirty to me, as I pleasured myself, was hot. My body trembled, listening to his every word as my fingers massaged my clit.

"Did you think of Ronnie grinding on your hot sweaty body?" Tom asked.

He knew about Ronnie and me having sex in the sauna - he was playing a very hot game right then. I instantly relived that day, as I slid my fingers up and down between my soft, wet lips. The image of Ronnie's fingers sliding inside me made me smile a private smile, as my light moans escaped my lips.

"I want to watch you penetrate your juicy pussy." His voice was low and final.

I did as I was told. Hearing my fingers slide in and out of me, as I pleasured myself was turning me on further. Watching him control me like this heightened the experience. My body was flinching with pure satisfaction.

"Good girl." Tom told me, "Picture my cock sliding inside you?"

I couldn't take it anymore; hearing the hot squelching inside me was becoming too much. I wanted to cum, but something told me he wasn't going to let me... yet.

"Do you want me, Megan?"

"Yes, so much."

"Wanting my hard shaft pounding you?" Tom asked me. His voice was steady, as his eyes widened at the sight of my complete submission to him.

"God yes, please, Tom, please," I started to beg.

"Cum for me, Megan. I want to watch you cum."

I altered my speed to quicken my orgasm. My breathing began hitching, panting, as my moans of pleasure got louder. Suddenly, my body arched as I felt hot juice pulsate from me. I looked at Tom smiling at me. He knew he had complete control over me.

Trying to steady my breathing, I heard him shift from his chair. I allowed him to have so much power over me, to bring myself to the sweet release I had been aching for earlier.

"Sit up and put your wrists together," Tom ordered.

He hadn't finished with me. My body was sensitive and after that punishment, I was only too happy to obey him again. I sat up, realising the sheets under me were soaking from my first orgasm.

Placing my wrists together, Tom took the tie from the table and started to bind my wrists together.

I wasn't sure if this scared me. But it excited me, and I wanted to see where my limits were.

"Your safe word is pineapple."

I looked at him. The fact he told me had a safe word completely relaxed me. I felt safer, with a small level of control that relieved any lingering fear.

"Repeat the word," he told me.

"Pineapple," I told him.

Once he had checked that he tied my hands together, he pulled me up to standing, my knees were weak and soaked. He looked at me before putting both hands on the side of my face

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Completely," I replied, without hesitation.

Tom bent down slightly, and placed my arms bound together around his neck. In one fluid movement, he picked me up, spreading my legs to either side of his body. My wet pussy against him excited me. I wanted him to feel what he made me do. I wanted him to want me more, right then, than he had before.

As he sat on the chair with me on his lap, he was kissing my neck gently, sending shivers down my spine. Aching for him, I edged forward slightly to get closer to him, to slide my wetness against his throbbing shaft. I felt his hand between us, opening my legs slightly before he slid his hard cock into me. I gasped with delight, already clenching around his hard, throbbing length. His soft breath against my skin pulsated through me.

His voice was soft and low in my ear. "Show me how Ronnie was sliding her body against yours!"

Was he jealous? He seemed to be fixated on my session with Ronnie, using it as his power play to bring me to a shivering wreck. But I had to obey him. He was in command and to disobey would only mean more punishment. My arms clung on to his shoulders, and my body started to move at a steady pace, as I began to re-enact what his wife and I had done the other day. Tom kissed along my jawline before stopping at the curve of my ear. His breath hitched at the sensation of our bodies together.

"Were her fingers inside you?" Tom asked me, almost whispering.

The sensation of his breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I replied, my whimpers barely audible.

"Sliding in and out your soaking-wet pussy, making you ache for her?"

"God, yes," I answered through light desperate moans.

"Did you want her?" he asked me.

"I wanted her."

My body movements became fast, as I ground into him. His questions evoked memories of our steamy session. I pictured Ronnie all over me again - her hot, sweaty naked flesh against mine; her hard nipples brushing against mine.

He didn't stop there, continuing in a low wispy voice, "She wants you." Tom told me, "I want you."

Tom's hands held my hips firmly, as I quickened my pace. He wasn't going to stop until I orgasmed again, soaking him, milking him dry.

"Beg for me, Megan," he demanded.

Was he going to cum inside me again? My body hard against his, was trembling. My pussy, dripping wet, ached for him - I was ready to cum again. My hands were clenching together behind his head, gripping him as much as I could.

"Fuck me, Tom. Please," I was whimpering through my second build-up.

"I own your pussy!" Tom told me, his voice trying to keep a firm tone; although, I could tell he had slipped slightly from that dominant persona.

"Please!" I cried out, "I'm cumming!"

My body fell against his, as I started to tremble, losing complete control over my own orgasms. What was he doing to me? I had never experienced these many emotions at once; yet, I knew I hadn't reached my limit. I knew I had more in me. I wanted him to break every part of me.

Tom picked me up straightaway and carried me to the bed. Still wrapped around his cock, he guided me down onto the bed. I was glad to lie down. My head felt dizzy; my legs quivered around him, sweating and dripping with every fluid my body had.

Tom took my hands from around his neck and put them above my head. He held them there, as I felt his lower body become heavier against the back of my thighs. With his elbows on either side of me, I felt him slow down his thrusts. This felt like the night before! He was being soft and sensual, sliding in and out of my tightly clenched pussy - reaching the deep, internal core of my body.

I became aware that this sensation was slightly different. I felt every thrust deep inside of me and with every soft glide his skin was making against mine, I could feel my body tremble. His breathing grew quicker and his body ground against mine. I felt a massive sensation come over me. I had never experienced this before. My moans became wispier and I started to quiver. Tom made sure his pelvis moved slowly and intensely. I felt it! That feeling I had only heard about. The pressure inside me built with every gentle thrust - I wanted to burst.

"Aw, my god," I muttered. "Please god," I continued.

My body arched, as that pressure deep inside gushed from me. I had just sprayed my juices all over him; an act I had never been able to do before. My eyes filled with tears; not only was I trembling, I started to cry, whimpering through that intense erotic orgasm.

Tom knew what he was doing. He had just hit that G-spot deep within me, massaging it with his bellend. I thought he was done, but I felt his pelvis quicken inside me; his breathing quickened to match his movements.

"Your pussy is so hot," Tom whispered.

I was in ecstasy. I had found a new high - the drug I hadn't known I longed for. The way he made me feel was getting dangerous.

His moans grew louder. "Fuck, Megan.... yes..." he groaned, on the verge of his own release.

"Fill me with your hot load," I ordered him, finding a small fraction of control. I didn't hesitate at that moment.

Tom became stronger as he thrust inside me one last time; moaning loudly as he emptied himself inside my soaking-wet pussy. He was pulsing deep inside me, as his body jerked against mine.

Tom placed his head on my chest as he collapsed into me. I put my arms around his neck again and comforted him. Tears rolled down the corners of my eyes, still from the euphoria of our hot, steamy session.

Room 318 was definitely the new high I had been waiting for.