Part ONE

PART THREE

You grab my hair and tilt my head up to face you.

“What was that?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome. Now if you make me come, you have to swallow all of it, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Go ahead.”

Hands trembling slightly from excitement, I undo your pants and pull your cock out again. With a moan, I take you in my mouth, sliding my head up and down. The feel of your hand tangled in my hair and my bare ass exposed turns me on even more and makes me moan and writhe with pleasure. You must notice me rubbing my legs together, because you tug at my hair and say, “Keep your legs spread.”

I open my legs wide and continue to work my mouth and tongue along your long, hard cock. You lean back as we drive through the city streets, telling me what a good girl I am and asking me how much I like having your cock in my mouth. You let me pause just long enough to tell you that I love it before you push me down onto you again.

With my hands to help my mouth and tongue, I work you into a lather, my saliva mixing with your juices, making me drool and slobber all over you. I can feel my tits spilling further out of my bra, so I lean forward a little and rub your cock against them.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Put it between your tits.”

Obedient as ever, I stuff your cock between my cleavage, managing to squeeze up and down only a few times before my shoulder hits the steering wheel. You catch it before the car swerves too much, and we both laugh as I settle back to my original position, taking you in my mouth again.

“A for effort...” I can hear the grin in your voice as you reach over and grab my ass, giving it a firm squeeze and a hard smack. Rubbing your hand over my cheeks, you slide underneath and command me to lift my hips. I do as instructed, and the next thing I know your fingers are inside me, thrusting in and out.

With your fingers shoved deep inside me, you tease my clit with your thumb. I feel my moans making you swell against my tongue and the inside of my mouth. I feel the car come to a stop, not knowing if we’re at a light or you pulled over, but both of your hands move to the back of my head, guiding me up and down.

With a thrust of your hips you push me all the way down so your cock fills my mouth, spraying my throat with your come. As you groan and shudder, I swallow as best I can, though some of your juices drip down my face and chin. When your body relaxes, I slowly release you from my mouth and sit up, holding your warm cock in my hand. Snuggling against you, I notice that we’re parked on a side street and I smile to myself.

“You had to pull over,” I tease.

“Safety first.” I can hear the smile in your voice again. With a deep breath you caress my hair. “Do you want some water?”

“Yes, please.”

After adjusting yourself and zipping up your pants, you stretch into the backseat, procuring a bottle of water and handing it to me. I sit back and take a long swig, passing it over so you can do the same. Once you’ve put the bottle down, you reach out and pull me back to you, kissing me deeply. Squeezing my ass, you nibble at my ear and tell me, “If you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to work very hard to get me ready again. Can you do that?”

I smile and nod a little.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Leaning back in your seat, you pull the car out into the street again, glancing over at me. After only a couple of blocks, you look me up and down, a grin playing at the corners of your lips.

“You’d better fix your dress. We’re here.”

You’ve never taken the car to valet before, but you pull up to the front of the hotel as I hastily pull down my skirt and slide the straps of my dress back onto my shoulders. It’s clear that the pair of valets standing outside have seen something, especially when the one who helps me out of the car blatantly stares at my tits. My face flushes red as you walk around the car and slip your arm around my waist, letting your hand rest possessively on my ass. As we walk away, you give it a firm squeeze, and neither of us need to look back to know the valets are watching.

Once we’re inside the elevator, I push you up against the wall and press my body against yours.

“I can’t believe you let them see me like that.”

You grin and run your hands along my body. “You liked it.”

I attempt to put on an effective pouty face. “What if I didn’t?”

“Are you wet?”

Biting my lip, I look away, blushing.

“Yes…”

“See?” You push me up against the opposite wall, thrusting your body against mine and making me gasp. “You liked it.”

Before I can respond, you’re kissing me, hard, shoving our bodies together until there isn’t a millimeter of space left between us. We don’t notice the elevator has stopped until the doors open.

Breaking apart, we try to compose ourselves as a maid pushes her cleaning cart onto the elevator, her eyes wide and averted. She pushes the button for the floor below ours. Clearing your throat, you look over at her.

“How’s it going?”

She raises her eyebrow at you and purses her lips. I smile and shake my head. As the elevator doors open and she steps off, cart in tow, you politely call after her.

“Have a good night!”

We hear her sassy “Mmhmm,” as the doors close, and travel the remaining floor up in a fit of laughter.

Back in our room, I tell you how openly the valet stared at my tits. You give them a once over and grin.

“Well they’re enough to ogle on their own, but it’s no wonder…”

I follow your gaze and notice that my cleavage is smattered with dried fluids, most likely a combination of both yours and mine. I smile and blush, biting my lip.

“I suppose I can’t really blame him…”

You walk over to me and put your hands on my hips, pulling me close.

“It’s just one piece of evidence, showing how naughty you were tonight. And you loved it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Clasping my chin, you tilt my gaze up to meet yours.

“You were a very, very naughty girl… and I am going to fuck you, but not until you’ve been punished. Severely punished. Understood?”

I nod, my eyes wide. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. And I want you to get cleaned up first.”

Moving over to my suitcase, you find a new outfit for me to wear: a tight, black miniskirt, a small, sheer white blouse, and a red, lacy bra and panty set - the bra designed for maximum cleavage, the panties a tiny thong.

“Should I keep wearing these?” I ask, looking down at my strappy gold heels.

“Yes. Leave them on the whole time, while you go into the bathroom and freshen up. Use a warm, soapy washcloth first, and a cool, clean one after. Once you’ve dried off, put these on.”

You hand me the bundle of fresh clothes and I nod.

“And remember, if you need to bend over, always bend from the waist, with your ass towards me. Leave the door open, so I can make sure you follow instructions.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

You give me a little swat on my ass as I head into the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes until I’m naked except for my heels, I clean myself off as you directed. You sit on the bed, alternately watching me and flipping through a magazine.

I’m very careful to follow your exact orders. If my punishment is already going to be severe, I know that messing up now would make it almost unbearable. Once when I’m bent over, stepping into my panties, I hear the click of the camera on your phone. I flush with excitement, knowing you’ve taken a picture of me in such a vulnerable position.

After I’m finished and dressed again, I emerge from the bathroom for your approval. You’ve taken off your dress shirt, leaving you in slacks and a tight undershirt that shows off your enticing muscles.

“Turn around slowly,” you command.

I obey, flaunting my curves that make my skirt pull at the seams and strain the buttons on the blouse that reveals my red bra through the thin, sheer fabric. You must notice the strain, too, because you tell me to unbutton the first few buttons. I do as instructed, putting my cleavage on display for you. Then you direct me over to the desk by the window and tell me to sit down. The curtains are closed and there’s a soft, warm glow from the lamp next to the desk.

When I sit, I notice that you’ve placed a pen and a notepad on top of the desk. You walk over and stand above me, your hands on my shoulders.

“What are these for?” I ask.

“Well, I need to decide exactly how severe your punishment will be, so we're going to make a list of all the naughty things you’ve done tonight. There are so many to keep track of…”

I blush furiously, thinking about all the naughty, dirty things I’ve done for you in one evening. Your hands slip down onto my cleavage as you continue.

“For each naughty thing, I want you to tell me exactly what you did, and then I want you to write it down. When we’re done, I’ll decide on your punishment. Start with right before we left for dinner.”

As you let go of my tits, I clear my throat and pick up the pen and notepad. My body is flushed as the memories of my naughty behavior come flooding back.

“Um… in the bathroom, I um, I let you take a naughty picture of me.”

“Yes, you did. And how did you pose for me in that picture?”

“I was… leaning against the sink, with my back to you… my dress was pulled up over my ass, and you pulled my panties down around my ankles… and the straps of my dress down onto my shoulders… then you made me spread my legs and look over my shoulder at you... and bite my lip.”

I notice you’ve been looking at your phone as I talked.

“That’s exactly right,” you say, as you show me that very same picture. I feel my panties moisten as I look at my exposed body, on display for you. “Now write it down.”

I write ‘Posed for naughty photo’ on the list, and try to remember what came next.

“In the car--”

“No, first…”

“Oh! In the elevator… I told you that I was so wet I was dripping, and I let you lick my juices off of me and bite my thigh, really hard.”

“Show me.”

I uncross my legs and open them wide enough for you to see the bruise and the bite marks that you left on the skin of my upper thigh. You squat down to examine your handiwork.

“Does it hurt?” you ask.

“A little.”

You run your tongue over the tender spot, making me shiver. Then I hear you murmur something about how it looks like it’s fading, just before your lips and teeth clamp down on my flesh. Instinctively, I cry out as my back arches and my legs try to squeeze together. You don’t release your bite, but instead press your hands against my knees and force my legs apart, spreading them as wide as they’ll go. Then you bite and suck harder, making me cry out in delicious agony as I fall back against my chair.

Deciding I’ve had enough for the moment, you sit back and study the fresh markings. I keep my legs spread wide for you as you assess the damage - deep, sharp impressions of your teeth, the darkened bruise now covered in saliva and swelling slightly.

“That’s better,” you say, standing and taking a seat across from me. “Put it on the list.”

I don’t dare close my legs, as you haven’t instructed me to, but I sit forward and do as I’m told. I squirm a little in my seat, as it’s occurred to me that you’re essentially making me relive all of my naughty behavior, and I know what’s coming next…

“What’s next?” you ask, as if reading my mind.

“Um…”

You smile at my hesitation.

“You can relax your legs, but keep your knees apart.”

I let my legs fall a little closer together, sitting up in my chair with my knees apart and my cleavage on display. I look down at my red lacy bra and my cheeks flush as I continue.

“In the car, I showed you my tits and let you torment them… while strangers watched.”

“Ah, that’s right… And you loved that, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Have you always been turned on by exhibitionism?”

“Um, yes… I mean, other people’s… I’ve never really done it myself. That was my first time.”

You shift in your chair and grin at me.

“It was your first time, and you just did it, just like that?”

“Yes.”

“Because I told you to?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck, I love that. When you just obey me without question… it’s the hottest thing ever.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“And you’ll really do anything I tell you to, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because I’m your good, naughty girl.”

“That’s right. All mine…” You lean back, your eyes drinking me in. “Take off your blouse.”

As I start to undo the buttons, you casually reach up toward the window and pull the cord, opening the curtains. Startled, I freeze for a moment and look outside. The hotel is in a U shape, and while the opposite rooms are a ways across the courtyard, it’s clear from our view into other rooms with open curtains - people watching TV, pouring drinks, lounging about - that should anyone look our way, the scene in our room will be highly visible.

You clear your throat, drawing my attention back to you. Your face is stern, your voice firm and commanding.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“No, sir.”

“Then keep going.” I hastily work the rest of the buttons open and remove my blouse. Your face relaxes into an easy, confident smirk that fills my body with fire. “That’s my good girl. If you hesitate again, I might have to leave the curtains open so all of these people can see you being punished. Is that clear?”

The thought of anyone watching you spank me leads to so many conflicting feelings - excitement, humiliation, uncertainty - but I also notice the tingling wetness between my legs… I nod and stammer out a “Yes, sir,” my breath slightly ragged.

“Good. Now pull your bra down until it’s around your waist.”

I obey immediately, but without rushing, because I know how much you enjoy the anticipation. Slowly, I pull each of the straps off my shoulders, and slide my bra down to my waist. My full, heavy tits are still perky enough to stand at attention, and now they’re on display for anyone who cares to look in the window.

For a moment you simply look at me, sitting there for you with my tits naked and my legs open. Then you lean forward, a hungry look in your eyes.

“Torment them for me.” I let out a small whimper, knowing that quite a few strangers will be able to see me fondling myself. My face flushes red, as the thought both arouses and embarrasses me. You smile when you see me blush. “And don’t hold back. Do everything you’ve done for me in private. Tease your nipples, squeeze and pinch and slap your tits until they’re red for me.”

I’m already warm and tingly as I reach up and caress my nipples. My breath catches, and you grin as you lean back in your chair. Following your instructions, I pinch and squeeze my tits, paying extra attention to my nipples because it turns me on like crazy, soaking my panties in the process. I give both of my tits a sharp smack, crying out at the pleasurable pain. It makes me moan and squirm in my chair, torturing myself like this. You’ve been watching me eagerly, but then you glance out the window and smile.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing, but take a look at your audience."

Part FOUR

More by Eva Monroe:



After Hours

Alone Time

The Art of Seduction

At Your Service

Dream Come True

Girls Night Out

The Houseguest

The Personal Trainer

Punished at the Office

Where I Belong