“Dear Catalina,” the email read, “Hi Gorgeous! Your eticket is attached. Pack something sexy! Love, Jeff”

We made plans to see each other again in New York City. He was going to be there over the weekend for a Monday morning meeting, and it was the perfect opportunity to get away for a little tryst. We both live in Charlotte, but the adventure, the event of being together, is enticing to say the least. We know that in the end we’ll both return home to our respective families, and we’ll both continue to love our respective spouses and care for our respective children. This isn’t about leaving to be together forever, but just to steal a weekend in the Big Apple.

We spent the evening out, walking the streets of New York. It was like a scene from a movie. We stopped from time to time to have a drink and by the end of the evening we were both tipsy. We went back to his hotel and as soon as the door on the elevator closed, we were kissing frantically. Even before we were out of the elevator he had unzipped my dress and had me half naked. We made our way down the hall and through the door and he didn’t even give me a chance to set my things down - he threw me down on the bed and pulled my dress the rest of the way off.

He knows that power is my Achilles heel and he’s not afraid to show me that side of him. At this point, I couldn’t have stopped him if I had wanted to (but of course I didn’t want to). He kissed my lips and my neck, trailing down with his tongue to my breasts, stopping for a while to suck on my nipples, the whole time rubbing my pussy with his thumb. My body began to move on its own, searching for that exactly perfect spot under his hand. I was dripping wet by then, moaning and panting a little.

He grabbed me by my hair and told me to suck his cock. I had no idea how he managed to get out of his clothes without me even realizing it, but he stood before me completely naked and I fell to my knees on the floor in front of him, fully controlled by his power. I looked up at him as I sucked his cock, and he smiled down and pushed my face deeper into him. I get great satisfaction in knowing that I can suck him off better than his wife can. With a tug on my hair, he pulled me up to my feet.

“Turn around,” he said to me, and obediently I did.

He grabbed the handcuffs he had brought with him. It was a little surprise to me - he never even mentioned restraining me before today. Still, the prospect of being unable to use my hands was very exciting. I felt the metal close around my wrists and then from behind, he grabbed the silk scarf that had been around my neck and wrapped it around my eyes, leaving me unable to see anything.

“Now you are completely helpless, Catalina. You have to trust me to take care of you tonight. Tonight, you are my whore.”

Those four words did it for me. To hear him say that I was his whore put me over the top and I started to beg him to fuck me. He bent me over the bed and plunged his cock into my pussy, completely filling me and instantly satisfying that craving I was feeling. He thrust into me over and over again, reaching my g-spot each time and building my orgasm until finally I wildly bucked against him, fucking him harder and begging for him to be even deeper inside of me. I wanted to feel that little bit of pain that accompanies pleasure as he stretched me and pushed me. I was unable to see anything, unable to use my hands to pull him closer.

Suddenly, he stopped. “No, no, little one. You aren’t going to cum yet. I want you to want it more than you ever have. I like seeing you this way, my horny little slut.”

He pulled out of me and I slid back to my knees on the floor, my hands cuffed behind my back still, and felt him touch my cheek, turning my face to suck his juicy cock again. I licked him, tasting my own sweetness. I sucked him passionately and with motive. I wanted him to cum, and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. He had other plans for me. He enjoyed my wet mouth, my soft lips, my coaxing tongue for only a few minutes before I felt him stop me.

He pulled me to my feet, unfastened the cuffs, and pushed me onto my back on the bed. I felt him slide between my legs, grabbing my hands and pulling them over my head and holding both wrists tightly in one of his hands, using his other hand to keep my pussy on the edge of climax.

He whispered into my ear, “Are you ready, Catalina? I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to cum… for me,” and pushed the tip of his cock against my clit. All I could muster was a moan and a nod of my head. I bit my lip, preparing for what I knew would be the grand finale of our first night together in NYC.

His stamina and strength were fueled by his overpowering lust. I could feel that lust as he fucked me hard and fast for what seemed like an eternity. I could only whimper and beg as he fucked me, “Please don’t stop. I’m so close. Fuck me harder… please… oh god please… I’m soooooo close.”

He said nothing, but I felt his body intensify within me. He was as close as I was, and I knew it.

“Cum,” I whispered into his ear. “Cum inside me,” and he did. His orgasm caused me to finally reach the peak of my orgasm and we shuddered and twitched together, my pussy milking every last bit of his cum from his cock - his cock twitching inside of me causing waves of contractions.

He released my hands and fell to my side, kissing my ear as he untied the scarf from around my eyes. I opened my eyes and looked into his, knowing that for this short period of time, we were one. For that one weekend there were no kids, no jobs, no bills, no pets, no spouses… just two people in love and lust. In just a few short days we would go back to being two, but for the rest of the weekend, we lived our fantasy.

Tags: My Fantasies, Polyamory //