Nadine sat on the edge of the bed putting on a pair of dark, thigh-high, hold-up stockings. Her only other clothing was a deep red, very low-cut lacy bra that pushed her breasts high, partially exposing her nipples over the finely-webbed edge.
When she was finished, she stood and walked over to a full-length mirror and, turning slowly from side to side, admired how she looked. The seams running up the backs of the stockings were perfectly straight and highlighted the smooth curves of her long, shapely legs. The bra made her breasts look extremely alluring, and the smoothly shaved lips of her naked pussy pouted invitingly.
As she had been expecting, the phone on the bedside table rang and she answered it. It was her husband. He had called her every day that week at five o’clock to say hello and to see how she was doing.
“I’ve really missed you today darling," he said. "This damned conference is going on too long. I can’t wait to get home, but unfortunately, like it or not, it’s going to be another week, what with having to go to Montreal afterwards.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I miss you too. I really wish you were home. It’s too lonely here without you. But please, don’t apologize. You know that I understand.”
They talked a little more about generalities and then he asked, “What do you have planned for this evening?”
“Nothing really. A little TV I guess, but probably I’m just going to go to bed early. I don’t know why, but I’m really tired today. I’m looking forward to getting a good night’s sleep.”
“I’ll let you go then. Sleep well. I’ll call tomorrow. Love you.”
When Nadine put the phone down she finished dressing, walked out of the house and got into her car.
******
Cameron had already been in the hotel room for half an hour when Nadine knocked on the door. When he opened it she threw herself into his arms, kissing him passionately, holding her body close to him. He felt her hips pushed forward against him, demonstrating her need for him to fuck her.
This would be the fifth time they had managed to get together over the past seven weeks, and tonight was going to be the first time they would spend the entire night together. Cameron’s wife had to make an overnight visit to see her ailing aunt a couple of hundred kilometres away and, with Nadine’s husband away on business, the timings couldn’t have been better.
Neither Nadine nor Cameron had bad marriages. There were no fights nor any need for arguments about money. Neither couple had children and, by and large, led fairly stress-free lives. It’s just that Nadine and Cameron wanted something different to happen in their lives, something a little out of the ordinary that would add some spice to the hum-drum of daily life.
They had been casual social acquaintances for about five years, but it was only recently that they had run into each other one day and gone for coffee. When they talked, it became apparent through body language and certain comments that the other was also longing to fill a void in their life, and before half an hour had passed they had touched hands, leaned across the table and kissed. Things had progressed from there.
Their first tryst together started out as a nervous affair but both soon overcame any tensions and uncertainties and the two hours spent in a motel room one afternoon turned out to be the best sex that either of them had ever had.
Since then, they had phoned regularly at agreed safe times, and kept up a constant flurry of text exchanges. They talked and wrote about the sex they'd experienced together, focussing on how it had been enhanced by each others’ sexual attributes; her tight pussy, his big hard cock, her beautiful breasts, his ability to eat her pussy and bring her to multiple orgasms, and her exceptional skills at sucking his cock, just to mention a few.
They had also divulged some of their fantasies and had made some attempts when they were together to fulfill them, some successfully, some not so. But the important thing was that they were filling that void and enjoying it, and each other, immensely.
And now they had the entire night together ahead of them.
After closing the door of the hotel room, they twirled in their embrace over to the bed. It was a kingsized bed with plenty of room to play.
Nadine did a slow strip for Cameron as he sat on the edge of the bed watching her, stopping when she was wearing only her stockings and bra, knowing that this state of dress, or undress, was extremely stimulating for him.
Then she started to remove Cameron’s clothes. After she pulled his shorts down and off and his hard cock sprang into view, she pushed him onto his back on the bed and proceeded to suck his cock.
Well before he could feel that he would cum, Cameron pushed her off of him, removed her bra and played with her body, sucking and biting her tits and licking her pussy. He brought her to the edge twice but wouldn’t let her cum.
Then he stopped, and laying on top of her, looking her in the eyes, asked, “Remember we wrote about me tying you up and fucking you while you were helpless?”
“God, yes. I’ve thought about it a lot.”
“Would you like me to do it tonight?”
Nadine smiled widely and answered with an unreserved, “Yes! Absolutely, yes!”
Cameron got up and retrieved a bag from the far side of the room. When he returned, he opened the bag and took out four soft-leather wrist and ankle cuffs and four lengths of soft nylon rope, each with a clip on one end. He straddled her on the bed and, with her lying on her back, buckled the cuffs onto her, clipped a rope to the ring on each of the wrist cuffs and tied the other end to each of the headboard posts. He did the same to her ankles and the baseboard posts, cinching the ropes until they were fairly taught. This left her very little room to move.
He got off the bed and looked at her spreadeagled and completely exposed and vulnerable, wearing only her stockings.
“How do you feel?”
As she tugged at her bonds she replied, “A little strange. I’ve never been in a situation like this before.”
“Well, it’s a new experience for both of us. I hope you’ll like it because I like the way you are right now. It makes me want to do things to you. It makes me want to fuck you. It makes me want to make you beg for me to fuck you.”
He said the last sentence as if it was a challenge, as if he wanted to see if she would accept it as such and try to prove that he couldn’t control her.
Nadine chose not to respond, and by doing so she might as well have told him what he wanted to hear.
Cameron once again reached into the bag and this time brought out a camera.
“Cameron, you’re not going to take pictures of me like this are you? Please don’t.”
With a hint of humour in his voice Cameron replied, “You’re not really in a position to tell me what to do or what not to do are you?”
Nadine tugged at her bonds again as a feeling of complete helplessness overcame her.
“You look pretty incredible like that, you know. You’re lying there with your tits naked, your legs wide apart and your beautiful bald pussy completely exposed. It makes you look very sluttish. A cock-hungry slut waiting to be fucked. Waiting to have her cunt filled by a big, hard cock and fucked hard by it. Waiting for her cunt to be filled with hot, creamy cum. Waiting like a slut to be satisfied by a good hard fuck.”
And with that Cameron lifted the camera and took a picture, the flash illuminating the room.
Nadine was shocked. Cameron had never spoken to her like this before, using words that she never used and had always associated with vulgarity. She didn’t know how to respond. With the thought of being referred to as a slut, and all it’s connotations, whirling through her mind, she squirmed against her bonds, unused to her inability to move freely.
There was a hint of anger and in her voice when she demanded, “Cameron, don’t do this, Cameron!”
He paid her no heed as he walked around the bed taking several more pictures, including a close-up of her shaved pussy. She squirmed trying to avoid him taking it but it was of no use.
In spite of not wanting to have her picture taken, naked and spreadeagled as she was, Nadine was starting to feel aroused by the situation. No one had ever taken pictures of her nude, let alone in a position like this. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. And she'd never been in a position not to be able to do anything about it.
Putting the camera down Cameron said, “Now I’m going to take this to another level.”
Nadine didn’t reply but waited to see what he was about to do.
He brought out a scarf from the bag and, kneeling on the bed, tied it around her head, covering her eyes.
“Are you okay with this?”
Coupled with her inability to move, the feeling of loss that the deprivation of her vision made upon her, surprised her. She was a very visual woman and it was something she had always taken for granted, particularly where sex was concerned: she reveled in all the visual sensations, almost as much as the physical sensations, while getting fucked.
When she didn’t respond, Cameron demanded, “Answer me, slut!"
Once again, Nadine was shocked by his use of the word.
“Yes, I think I am, but...” she said a little hesitantly, wanting to say more, to protest, but the words wouldn’t come.
Then he moved over her on the bed and started licking her stocking-covered foot, her calf, behind her knee, and eventually licking and nibbling the soft bare flesh on the inside of her thigh above her stocking top. To her absolute frustration he stopped just before he reached her pussy.
“Are you ready for more?”
She was starting to breathe deeper. “Don’t stop what you’re doing,” she answered.
“Then beg me. I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you talk like a slut.”
“I want you to know that I’m getting really turned on by this, Cameron. This is something so new to me. I’m finding it so erotic. So, alright, please, lick my pussy. You know how I love it. Lick it until I cum. Please.”
As she raised her hips towards him he ran the flat of his tongue across her pussy, noting with satisfaction how wet she was.
“My god, your cunt juice tastes good. Do you want more of this, slut?”
“Oh yes. Yes! But, please Cameron, please don’t call me a slut. It hurts me to hear you call me that,” and she lifted her hips higher.
“Like it or not, you’re going to talk to me like a slut, because right now that’s what you look like. You look like a cum-hungry slut lying there with your cunt exposed, wanting nothing more than for me to eat it.”
Something let go within her and the words suddenly shot out of her mouth. “Stick your tongue inside my cunt as far as you can, then bring it out slowly and suck my clit. Make me feel like the slut that I am before you fuck me.”
Nadine had never before used what could be construed as dirty language during sex and she immediately discovered what a turn-on it was for her. The dirtier she felt the words were, the more descriptive and erotic it seemed, and the more she found it excited her.
“Now that’s more like it, you cum-slut. From now on you’re not going to speak to me any other way, do you hear?”
She writhed on the bed, her body stretched and virtually immobile, as he did what she had begged for, his mouth lapping and nibbling at her cunt. He kept her on the verge of cumming with his tongue and fingers for what seemed to her to be an eternity, and all the while she was begging for him to let her cum, speaking to him using the most foul language she could muster. The more she spoke, the more it turned her on.
“Oh fuck. Please let me fucking cum. Eat my fucking cunt. Suck my clit and make me cum. Come on baby, you fucking-well know what I like. I’m your fuck-slut. Suck me. Eat me. Fuck me. Oh fuck.”
Eventually, he stopped what he was doing and moved up to suck and bite her nipples, those wonderful nubs of pleasurable flesh. Almost immediately they were stiff and hard, responding beautifully to the sensations of pleasure that rippled through them.
“Oh god! Yes! Suck on my tits baby. Keep doing what you’re doing. Bite me and suck my tits just like that. Oh god. It feels so fucking good. Cameron, please. I need to cum. Make me fucking cum.”
Nadine was sweating and breathing hard when he suddenly stopped, and she felt him get off the bed.
Then there was silence. She couldn’t hear a sound in the room, only her breathing and the pounding of her heart.
“Cameron?”
No response.
“Cameron? Are you there?”
The silence lasted for a few minutes and she turned her head from side to side listening intently for any sound. But there was nothing.
Eventually she spoke again, breaking the silence.
“Cameron, what are you doing?”
Her words sounded hollow to her, as if she was speaking in a huge empty room.
Moments later she thought she heard a light tapping on the hotel room door. Then, yes, she heard the door open and Cameron’s voice say, low and in almost a whisper, “I wasn’t sure you were going to come.”
Cameron then spoke again, just loud enough for Nadine to hear, but in a completely different sounding voice, slightly accented, pretending to be someone else. “Of course I would come. I would not miss this for the world.”
Then, again, still quietly and in Cameron’s normal voice, “The slut’s in there, on the bed.”
Nadine was shocked. When she heard the door to the hotel room close, she felt panic building within her.
“Cameron, who’s there? Is there someone else in the room with us?”
There was a desperate tone to her voice now.
Again the room was silent and Nadine’s sense of hearing became intensely acute, straining for the slightest sound.
Cameron quietly reached into the bag that had contained her bonds and took out a small bottle of aftershave. He had diluted it heavily with water to mask any impression of it being freshly applied and, placing his fingertip over the bottle’s opening, he wet his finger with it and then dabbed it on his neck. He repeated this several times scenting various parts of his body, including the base of his cock, just sufficiently to have a very light odour and to give the impression of it being someone else.
Then he silently approached the bed.
“Cameron? I’m scared. Who’s in the room? What’s going on?”
Without saying a word or making any sound Cameron picked up the camera and took another picture.
Nadine jumped when she heard the shutter click and, more than having seen it, sensed the bright flash through her blindfold.
Quietly crossing the room, he picked up a chair, and he placed it halfway along the length of the bed and a few feet from it. Without saying anything he walked around to the other side of the bed then back again, taking several photos of her lying helpless and naked.
“Cameron, what’s going on? Please.
