Rachael lay there in her expensive hotel room, sexy, curvaceous and wet. Her long curly blonde hair and long body ached for him, his touch and his control. He would be here soon, and she would be ready for him as he had instructed, blindfolded, ready to be bound and ready to be taken. She hadn't met him before, hadn't even spoken to him, it had all been organised via email and she knew that she was taking a risk. It was that risk which had made it special, it was that risk that had left her on the verge of orgasm before he had even arrived. She didn't know him and he didn't know her. He would never get to see the face behind the mask.

He would, however, be given the chance to see her body. Was that enough to be able to recognise someone again? Perhaps, she didn't know. He would have access to her in a way that was not going to be reciprocated. Would he kiss her breasts? Her thighs? Would he run his fingers across the skin on her chest, just below her neck? It always drove her crazy, would he know the way it made her feel?

Would he come in like a beast? Perhaps he would simply bind her and fuck her like the whore that she was? She would deserve it after all, letting a stranger come to her like this, that was what she was wasn't she? Rachael didn't care what she was, she needed him inside her. The fantasy had brought her to so many orgasms since it had first edged its way into her mind, but this was real and there was no limits to the places which her mind was now travelling.

With every noise that Rachael heard, she thought it was that time. The footsteps came and went, but he didn't arrive. Was he making her wait? Did he know what it was doing to her? Did he know how wet she was in anticipation of his arrival? Was he already there enjoying her aroma, the tension that was building up in her body? Was he already there testing her, ensuring that she would follow his instructions? She wasn't to move, she wasn't to remove her blindfold, she wasn't under any circumstances to touch herself, this he had said would terminate their agreement.

The first Rachael knew of his presence was when the straps around her ankles and wrists were forcefully attached to the posts on the corners of the bed. She was spread open for him, yet he didn't touch her and it drove Rachael to the very edge of madness. Finally he spoke.

"Open your mouth." His instructions were clear and calm, but full of authority and she knew they had to be obeyed.

Rachael had thought that perhaps it would be his fingers that he would slide into her mouth, that was how she had visualised it, two fingers to stroke her tongue. She was wrong though. What entered her mouth was a perforated ball gag that he quickly fixed into place with a thick leather strap. This was never part of the agreement, never part of the plan. Yet she welcomed the surprise that he had brought with him, it made her feel even more of an object than she had done before. He wasn't there for her pleasure, she was there for his.

He wasn't finished though, attached to the gag was a chain which he draped across her body. Rachael trembled and a gasp escaped from her red lips as the cold metal brushed across her skin. It was easy enough to anticipate what was going to happen next but it did little to prepare her for the pain of having clamps attached to her sensitive, hard nipples. He wasn't gentle, he wasn't concerned if the clamps hurt more than Rachael had expected, that was the point of all of this after all, wasn't it?

Maybe she had anticipated the clamps being attached to her nipples, but it was with total surprise that another clamp, attached to both the ball gag and her nipples was fastened tightly to her clitoris. She bit her teeth hard into her gag, both pleasure and pain ripped through her, thoughts of fear and arousal raced through her mind and all the while she simply grew wetter and wetter.

The hard, crude, machine like grasp of the clamps he had attached to her body was then totally contrasted against the soft, feather like touch of the man's lips against her skin. Gently he kissed her pale skin and he did it with expertise. How did he know so well where to touch and where to not? It was like an evil tease as he kissed her collar bone, as soon as her temperature began to rise he would skip to some where else and begin again. Her thighs, her stomach, her neck, it seemed as no where went unattended, except for the place that Rachael wanted his lips to fall the most.

The cold touch of a lubricated finger pushing against her asshole came as a total shock to Rachael and she was stunned by the ease at which the man's finger disappeared inside her. He is now straddling her right thigh and for the first time Rachael knows he too is naked. She can now feel the tip his hard penis against her thigh, she can feel the touch of what can only be a tiny drip of cum as it touches her skin, his obvious arousal fuels her own. One finger became two and she bit into her gag in a mixture of lust and frustration.

Hard and fast, his fingers are removed from inside her. Rachael misses them for a brief second, she feels empty, but only for the shortest of moments as a smooth, metal object begins to take their place. Bigger than anything that she has had pushed into her anus before it stretches her. Then, as it is finally in place, relief floods over her body, again she feels full.

He slides up her body, sweat oiling their skin between them. She can feel his weight pushing down on her curves, he squeezes her breasts and he places his hands around her throat. He doesn't squeeze, his touch is actually gentle and surprising, but as the fingers of his huge hands wrap themselves around her neck she can only shudder, totally at his mercy. Then he whispers in her ear.

"Soon Rachael," He kisses her cheek, "Soon." For Rachael it's not soon enough though, her body was on fire and what she wanted now was a cock inside her, his cock or any cock, it didn't matter so long as it was thick and hard.

Again he kisses her body. His lips dance across her skin like two talented salsa dancers, never missing their steps, skilled and well rehearsed. They finally arrive at her clit where he removes the camp that had tormented her, allowing blood to pour into it and her entire body was gripped in desire. He sucked upon it, her back arched and she climaxed in a way she had never thought possible. With both teeth and tongue the stranger had drawn something out of her she didn't know she was capable of.

He hadn't finished though and neither had she. Without being given an opportunity to regain her senses he squeezes her breasts and thrusts his tongue into her sex. At this moment she feels the binds that are holding her legs open give way and she knows it can only mean one thing, there is somebody else in the room with them. She is filled with horror, but her body betrays her brain as the knowledge that they were now three triggered another orgasm once again. It was torture and she no longer cared. Two, three, four, five, it didn't matter she wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard.

Two more hands gripped her left ankle, and two more her right. With force, and meeting no resistance they pulled Rachael's legs upwards and back towards her shoulders, lifting up her back up from the mattress and leaving her totally exposed. In seemingly well practised unison the hands on her ankles slid down her calves towards her knees. She can feel what she believes to be the touch of well manicured finger nails dragging along her skin. Is this the touch of two women pushing her knees back against her shoulders? She cannot tell.

All such thoughts are obliterated as a huge erect cock is forcefully pushed deep inside her. He is aggressive, determined and brutal as he hammers her like she wanted, like her body demanded. She doubts that he cares for her arousal any more, she has had hers, this is for him, and him alone. Regardless of his motivations she is pushed along by a tsunami of lust. Rachael barely notices as the clips that have been bound to her tender nipples are removed, but she is aware on a subconscious level that they are now being sucked. She can feel the brush of both tongue and teeth as they are stimulated like never before.

To her absolute amazement he doesn't cum inside her. He must surely be ready to erupt, but his control is unlike any she has ever known. Instead of flooding her insides with fluid, just as she is about to climax again, he pulls out. If it were not for the gag she would have cried out in desperation. She wanted to beg that he pushed it back where it was meant to be, that he continue to fuck her like a whore and then cum deep inside.

Her legs are released and her ball gag is untied, she opens her mouth to beg to be fucked but she cannot speak. The ball gag is quickly replaced by the hard cock which had just been between her legs. She can taste her self upon him, mixed with the flavour of cum and she can't get enough. Her takes her long brown hair into two fists and proceeds to fuck her face, forcing himself further down her throat than she could have possible imagined.

Rachael finds it hard to keep track of what is happening to her body, but it is impossible to miss the fingers being thrust in and out of her sex and the additional fingers that are pinching her clit. She doesn't know who is who, she doesn't know what is what. She doesn't know where one body ends and another begins, all she knows is the orgasm that is savaging her very existence.

Her mouth is flooded with his seed which she has no choice but to swallow, and swallow it all. Her arms are untied, her body released and then she collapses. Completely satisfied she feels as if she is sinking into the bed. How long she had been there, she could no longer tell. Exhausted she feels three tender kisses placed on her cheeks and then forehead. She hears the sound of her lovers voice whisper in her ear.

"We will see you soon, Rachael."