She Used Me At The Hotel.

For weeks, I had been going to bed completely drained. Something happens a few months into the excess of denial, the constant arousal moves from just my cunt into my brain, and at the back of it, I feel drunk all the time. Every day, I desire things that are more degrading than before, and every day it feels like it shouldn't be possible for my body to be pushed any further. Yet with his fingers between my legs and his breath in my ear, he finds a way; he finds a way to show me there is no limit to the depravity I desire. It felt like my breathing was always laboured and my mouth was always dry. I was waking up, already aroused, and going to bed, completely spent. So the idea of being away for a couple of days didn't seem so terrible. 

Normally, I hate spending any time away from him, but at the end of that week, I was ready to be away. My brain had completely ceased functioning, and I was completely sure it wasn't humanly possibly for me to be as wet as I was and not die. My cunt felt like it hurt, all the time, and it had become so sensitive to his touch I couldn't exercise any control over my tongue, but that wasn't even the worst of it. Oh god, the worst of it, was the endless humiliation. His voice, in that tone, had started to trigger such an intense response in me, I constantly felt like I should be taking off my clothes and spreading my legs, even when I was out in the streets. Even as I worked, I found myself idling away into the world of unspeakable fantasy, and as soon as I spoke it, he made it happen. It was the only time I was ever relieved to be away from him.
He saw me off in the morning, helping me into the car with my bags and handing me a cup of coffee. He asked me where I was staying in town, and how my day was scheduled, and I told him. He pressed into me, against the car, as he kissed me goodbye, and I, immediately forgetting that we were out in the street, closed my eyes and moaned into his mouth and rubbed myself against it. He laughed, the way he so often does at me. I got in the car and started to drive away. As I drove, I attempted to focus on all the meetings I had to take, and all the new people I had to meet that day. I turned up the music and tried to sing along, but I found myself elongating every fourth note and sighing, as if in my head I was still moaning as against his knee as I rubbed my cunt against his toes. I had left town, but it felt like I had left my brain with him, and he was feeding ideas into it even as I drove away. 

I drove to my first meeting and met my colleagues at the location, we went in and set up. I was chatted with the man I had to interview, I had known him for years and he had fucked me, one drunken night, years ago. It was casual, but he was good enough for me to still remember. He was wearing one of those impossibly well-ironed suits, there was significantly more grey in his hair than before and he smelled way too good for me to be able to handle, each time I looked up at him I wanted to beg him to take me into his office and bend me over his desk, but being bound by professionalism I did my job. We talked about inflation and currency, and not about his cock buried inside me as he held my wrists behind my back. After we finished up with him, I got in the car and checked my phone for my husband's texts. 

'What time do you think you will be done, whore?' 

I responded, immediately. 

'It's a long day, I'll probably be done by nine. I'll call you when I'm at the hotel.’ 

It really was a long day, and for a while I got lost in it. The drunkenness faded to the back of my brain and even though my colleagues pointed out that I wasn't as chatty as usual, I seemed to be managing to get through it just fine. At Seven, we had just finished up with our last meeting, and were heading to the office to make plans for the next day, when I checked my phone for his texts again.
‘When you get to the hotel, take a shower, take off all your clothes, blindfold yourself, kneel on the floor in front of the door and wait for a knock. The blindfold is in your toiletries bag.’

For a few minutes, I didn't believe that he was serious, he was always threatening to send over one of his other partners to use and humiliate me while I was away, but he hadn't ever done it. It seemed like one of those threats designed to elicit deep moans and painful throbbing from me. It did do that, it did so immediately. I moaned out loud, sitting alone in my car and gripped at my breasts as if they could offer me some relief. I texted him back to ask if he was serious, and to tell him that he didn't have to terrify me, I missed his humiliation as much as he anticipated that I would have. 

'I'm not kidding, she'll be there at 10. You will do exactly as she says and you will let her leave before you remove the blindfold from your eyes.'

I drove to the office in disbelief, or maybe it was denial, I was sure he wasn't serious, I would have known if he was planning to do something like that. He would have told me. He would have asked me. He would have, wouldn't he? I knew he wouldn't, but for an hour, I had to allow myself denial.
At 9, I headed to my hotel. I checked in and stepped into the shower immediately, my body seemed to be running on autopilot, I leaned into the wall and let the water fall on my cunt. Every drop felt like it was teasing my swollen clit. I wondered if I would ever know again, what it felt like to experience orgasmic relief. He kept telling me that he would never let me come again, but like all this other threats, I wasn't sure if I should believe him. It was a quarter to ten when I got out of the shower and checked my phone. 

'I hope you are ready. Call me after, I want to hear your embarrassed whimpers that come after being used.’

I don't think I believed him until that moment, and then all of it hit in an instant. I rushed around the room and found the blindfold. I knelt on the floor and tied it tightly around my eyes, it seemed a kindness on his part to not let me see what was coming, if only there was a blindfold for the brain, I would have tied it around my sense of shame so I could have experienced a moment of relief. I sat on the floor, naked and waiting, for what felt like ages, until finally, there was a knock on the door. I croaked in response, I hope it sounded like words, but honestly I am not sure. I heard the handle turn and a burst of cold air mixed with the scent of sweet perfume blew over me. The door closed behind her. 

She didn't say hello, she giggled, and it made parts of my cunt twitch. I didn't even know her, I didn't know her name, nor what she looked like, but it seemed like that didn't matter to me, I wished I could just reach out to locate her feet and rub myself against them. It's a very odd state in which to find oneself, when you so my further along the process of being aroused and engaged, than the person you are fucking. She had no idea where I was, and even if she did because he had told her, I had no way of knowing. 

"Lie back," that was the first thing she said to me, "Lie down on your back and show me your pussy." 

I could hear his coaching in her nervous, shaky voice, yet I wanted nothing more than to obey. I lay on my back and lifted my feet, pulling my knees up to my chest so I could show her everything. She didn't giggle, it was something much worse, she laughed. She stepped on my cunt, and I felt the dirt from the sole of her shoe mixing with the wetness of my cunt. It only took a few minutes for me to completely forget that I didn't know her, that she was a real person who would remember all this the next day. I forgot all of it as she moved around the room, and even blinded, I followed her just to be able to find her foot and hump it. Eventually, she grew tired of my needy rubbing. And she lifted her foot up to my face. 

"Clean," she said, "Clean your filth off my feet."
I wonder how long he had been coaching her because all those words, so closely reminiscent of him, he could have been in the room. I was more than eager to put my mouth on her feet. She must have liked it, because she began to guide my face up from her feet, to her thighs and then between my legs. I licked her over her panties, but only because I didn't know if I could take them off, but it was okay, it didn't take her very long to pull them off. I was reaching over to her cunt with my tongue when I felt her hand in my hair. 

"No," she said, pulling my head lower as she rested her legs on my shoulders, "Lower. Lick my asshole, you dirty fucking whore." 

I liked hearing that. Well, my cunt liked hearing it because I moaned right into her ass. I put my hands underneath her and spread her apart, diving into her hole with my tongue and kissing around it with my lips. I couldn't tell you which moan came from my mouth and which one from hers. Soon she was pulling me up from her ass to her cunt, and then pushing me back down, my tongue flapping uncontrollably as my mouth filled up with a mix of her cunt and my dry-mouthed shame. She shook against my face, crossing her legs behind my neck and holding me there as she came against my mouth.
She giggled again, as she pushed me away. For a second the blindfold shifted just enough for me to see a glimpse of her dark hair. Then she pulled me off the bed and pushed me, face first, into a corner. 

"Stay there," she said, shuffling around behind me and then coming up to me to stuff her underwear into my mouth, "You can keep that." 

I stayed there as I heard her gather her stuff and wash up. I didn't even care anymore, I just stood there moaning, begging an unknowable entity for something I could not fathom. She left without saying a word. Slamming the door behind her. I removed the blindfold, and went looking for my phone. I hadn't begun to process anything, I hadn't even noticed her panties were still in my mouth. I called him. He answered in only a few rings. As I started to speak, I realised my mouth was full.

"Are those panties in your whore, mouth?" He asked, starting to laugh, as he often did at my helplessness. 

I tried to pull them out of my mouth, but he stopped me. 

"No, leave them there," he said, "I don't need to hear anything from you. Lie back and show me your cunt, I want to see how she made you feel." 

Shame. 

She made me feel so much fucking shame, and he could see it, he could see all of it, in between my legs.