My husband and I have been married for 12 years and so that the eroticism does not escape our everyday routine, we meet monthly, almost casually, in a hotel. My husband and I quickly discovered that we are not into the “normal” type of sex. I am slightly submissive, which does not bother him; in fact, he encourages it by being dominant. Not hardcore BDSM, but light bondage games, a little slap on my bottom here and there, pulling my hair and giving orders. I love his orders. But let’s move on. My husband and I were very experimental when we were younger, which meant we had a lot of swinger and group sex. This has changed in the last few years, as we started role-playing. Well, once a month, as I said, we meet in a hotel. I am usually a prostitute or businesswoman or whatever.

This time more of a little slut who is simply looking for sex. On Friday morning my husband woke me up loudly with the words: “Mail for you, slut!” as he was leaving for work! The thunderous voice alone startled me and the word “slut” excited me. The door closed and I went naked (I am only allowed to sleep naked) into the kitchen, where the letter was lying. With a certain anticipation I opened the letter: “Eight o’clock, Hotel Schweiger Hof, no underwear, high heels, collar and the latex dress with four zips! Room number 27 – at the bar – don’t you dare come later! Your lord!!” As I did so I noticed that I was already lightly massaging my pussy with my fingers. I had had the dress made for me when we were swingers. It was a cream-colored dress with a high neck, the back was bare and it ended just below the crease of the ass.

The zips were at the front, back, right and left and went down to belly button height on each side. This meant that I could always be taken with maximum legroom without it being a nuisance or simply making others horny by either showing a lot of side leg or showing my pussy from the front or behind. By the way, I am 33 years old, 1.64 m tall, weigh 51 kg, 75 D, size 36. Nature has been very kind to me! Well, dressed only in the dress, matching high heels (11 cm) and a small handbag, I went to the hotel bar at 7:59 p.m., where I saw my husband. I looked around the bar, felt the eyes on me and sat down next to the good-looking man. “What do you have planned for us today?” I asked. I felt his left hand go into my hair, pulling my hair hard without my head moving.

“Shut up, bitch! The only thing I want to hear is yes, sir, or your moans! Understood!” I sat on the bar stool with a slight arch in my back and gasped a quiet “Yes, sir” from my mouth! I felt his hand in my hair telling me to stand up. I was now standing next to him. Slowly, with his right hand, he reached for the front zipper and opened it up to the level of my pussy. With his left hand still firmly in my hair, we went to the reception. I was somehow embarrassed, no idea why, but I tried to cover my crotch with my handbag. At the reception, he gave me a look to indicate that I should get the key. So while I waited for the doorman, he massaged my pussy with his right hand. Quite fast and hard, but exactly what I liked.

I noticed how the waves in my stomach slowly got stronger and I was about to come when the doorman stood at the counter. I tried to delay the orgasm and control my voice as best I could: “Room 27 – please”. The moment the doorman turned around to look for the key, I came. I felt my juice running slightly down my thighs. The key was handed to me with a grin and again I felt the tug on my hair and we went to the elevator. There my husband continued to massage me and finger my pussy. I reached over his pants to his now hard penis. The elevator door opened and I was pulled further by my hair to the door to the room. At the door I could only feel the lock blindly and open the door because my head was pulled back. The door closed behind us again when we were in the room.

“Take off your clothes, bitch, stand with your legs apart and your body forward!” I obeyed as best I could, because my husband wouldn’t let go of my hair and I couldn’t take the dress off very well. But thanks to the many zippers, it came off me pretty quickly. He now let go of my hair so that I could bend forward. Suddenly a bittersweet, painful flash went through me. When I looked at my right buttock, I saw my husband’s red handprint. He had never given me such a hard slap before. I looked at him, disturbed. “Look forward, bitch, and take off my clothes. You better make sure you fold my suit properly and that it is laid out neatly! Or do you want another slap?” I sat up and could feel breath on my face. I noticed how wet I was and was amazed at myself.

It turned me on. I took off his jacket and laid it neatly on the dresser, unbuttoned his shirt, kissed his chest and folded the shirt neatly. I knelt on the floor, took off his shoes and socks and ran my fingers along the inside of his thighs over his penis to his belt and opened it. I could hardly wait to put the hard cock in my mouth. I took off my pants and underwear. His hard member jumped up from the bottom and slapped against my face. I wanted to put the cock in my mouth when I felt his left hand in my hair again and my head was pulled away. “The pants are always on my legs!” I took the pants and folded them neatly while my husband made himself comfortable in the armchair. “On all fours, I want to feel your tits on my thighs while you pleasure my cock with your mouth cunt!”

I got on all fours, crawled over to him, reached my hands to his knees and followed the inside of his thighs to his completely hard, erect penis. I couldn’t think because I was so horny. I just felt my juice running down my thighs. “Blow job!” came the command! “Yes, sir.” With one hand I grabbed his cock, the other went to his balls from below and massaged them while I slowly took his glans into my mouth. Very gently I massaged his frenulum with my tongue piercing and every now and then stuck it into his “slit”. I felt again how his left hand was hard in my hair and pushed my head down. The full length of his hard-on went into my throat and pharynx. The tip of my nose touched his stomach. Then after 10-12 seconds he lifted my head up again. My saliva came out of my mouth.

Then I licked his glans again and took his cock fully into my throat again and again. Meanwhile I massaged and fingered myself. His hand had now taken over the pace at which my mouth-cunt fucked his cock. And I could feel the increasingly violent waves from my stomach again. I came and he pressed my head hard and tight against his cock. I gagged slightly and another orgasm overcame me. He pulled my head up, threads of saliva formed from my mouth towards his cock and with great force he pulled me to my feet by my hair and threw me onto the bed. “Lift your ass and get on your elbows!” I obeyed immediately and felt his hard, horny, long cock penetrate my pussy. He grabbed me by the hair again with his left hand and pulled my head back without lifting me, as his left elbow was on the small of my back.

First slowly, then faster and harder, with each thrust he almost impaled me. My hands grabbed the bedsheet and pushed it forward so that it was stretched taut between my knees and hands and I could press his pelvis with my pelvis and ass. With each of his thrusts I moved my ass towards him. I began to shake and felt the strong waves in my stomach as I came. I couldn’t move and only noticed how my husband was visibly enjoying seeing my juice flowing down his thighs and mine. I was still shaking from my orgasm when I was shaken again by a sweet, painful flash. Again my master had spoiled my right ass cheek with a hard slap. This time I couldn’t see how red it was because his hand was still holding my hair tightly and he was pulling my head back.

He released his grip, pulled his cock out of me and lay on his back. “Get up on my cock, you dirty slut!” I looked at him in surprise! He didn’t like that! He grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards his cock and pushed me down. Longer than he had done on the chair. When he pulled me up again, I coughed. “I said, get up on my cock!” I obeyed without hesitation. Without meaning to, I was close to an orgasm again. But this time I could set the pace. I slowly guided his cock into me. My vaginal walls were very tight and I could feel his cock inside me very well, inch by inch. I also used my pelvic floor muscles to massage his cock inside me. His left hand was on my thigh while he massaged my pussy with his right hand.

My hands were on his chest and were literally digging their claws into it. I presented him with my hot tits and bent my head back. As I slowly rode his cock I noticed his hands playing with my tits and he was squeezing and twisting my nipples hard. He pulled me down painfully by my nipples. I was now lying on top of him with my tits on his chest. My head was on his right side and his hand was in my hair. While I moved my pelvis more and more violently, his left hand massaged my sore right buttock. The mix of horniness, pain and desire made me come violently again. I was lying on top of my husband, trembling, when I felt him push me off of him and lay me on my back. He penetrated me. I spread my legs as far as I could and wrapped them around his lower body.

My lower legs were on his ass and the high heels were bouncing in time with his thrusts. His arms were stretched out and I could see his hot, horny member penetrating me again and again. Watching him fuck me made me even hornier. Then he lay on top of me. I couldn’t move now. My head was between his head, his right shoulder and over his forearm. His left hand was on my sore ass cheek, my legs wrapped around him and all I could feel was him fucking me like a wild animal. I came again. I could hardly breathe because of his weight. He must have noticed that I was shaking from the orgasm and didn’t move. He clearly enjoyed feeling me shaking. Then he jumped up and pulled me by my hair from the bed onto my knees on the floor. “Basen until I come.

I want to see my cum in your mouth before you swallow it! Clear?” I nodded, took his cock in my right hand, his balls in my left and let his hard cock into my mouth. I worked his tongue in circles around his glans and alternately licked along his shaft. I noticed how his hand gripped my hair more tightly. Then I felt the first gush of warm cum in my mouth. I put my tongue back so that I didn’t get any in my throat and swallow it or choke. Then I noticed the next gush and the next gush. My husband came hard and a lot. Slowly, still with his glans in my mouth, I sucked everything out of him, holding his balls firmly in my left hand and jerking his cock with my right. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Show me my cum!”

I opened my mouth, which was full to the brim with his sperm. “Stay like that!” He got the camera and took a picture. “Swallow!” I did as I was told. Slowly I felt the warm sperm flowing down my throat and I had difficulty swallowing it all at once. I was happy because I love swallowing his sperm. “Show me your empty mouth cunt!” I opened it again and took another picture. “Clean my cock!” I licked the remaining sperm and my saliva from his shaft, balls and glans. “Stand up, legs apart and body forward!” Fuck, I thought, and at the same moment a flash of pain and horniness shot through me again. A third slap on my right butt cheek, which was already turning blue. “Let’s go to the bathroom, clean yourself and my cock.” I put a towel in the sink and wet it with warm water.

Washed his penis and my pussy. I grinned, hugged him and we kissed. We lay down in bed in the spoon position. “Does your right buttock hurt?” he asked me. “Yes, it’s bad but it was really hot! I hope I get something like that again!” – “Oh yes, he replied. One more before we go to sleep?” I must be crazy but I did! And washed again, that hot pain. You can’t imagine what m