Call Girl Bondage (2 page)

“Escort girl,” she said out loud and was surprised to feel the flicker of excitement that the words brought out. “Slut,” she teased her reflection and finally stepped away from the mirror. She waited until the hands of the clock were nearing seven and finally left to ride the bus to the hotel. A mixture of nerves and exhilaration ran through her as she got closer to her destination and Helen felt her legs shaking a little when she stood as the bus neared her stop. Finally getting off, she walked the last bit of the journey to the hotel and saw that it was nearing eight as she approached. The building looked imposing as she walked up to it and the enormity of what she was doing suddenly hit home. She wondered if she had the nerve to go through with it, but the thought of the final demand for her college fees was the spur that pushed her on and she walked up to the hotel entrance and made her way inside.

The Bryant Hotel was one of the more up-market hotels in town and she was impressed by the luxurious surroundings as she walked inside. The elevators were to the right and she kept her head down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone as she walked across to them. She suddenly realized that she was only going to the first floor and seeing the sign for the stairs at the side of the elevators decided to use them. The first floor hallway looked empty when she reached it and she followed the signs that pointed in the direction of Room 103. Helen looked at her watch when she reached the door and saw that it was ten minutes before eight. She considered waiting until it was eight, but finally decided just to knock. The sound of movement from within caused her nerves to rise again, but as the door opened she put a smile on her face.

“You must be Helen,” the man said as he opened the door. He looked to be in his late forties at least, but his face was still handsome and his body appeared muscular and in shape.

“Umm…, yes,” she answered. “And you’re Mr. Robinson?”

The man smiled. “Yup, that’s me. Come on in.” Helen moved past him inside the room and felt the shiver trickling along her spine at the sound of the door closing and locking. No turning back now, she thought. “Would you like a drink?” Mr. Robinson went on and Helen turned to look at him.

“Yeah, sure,” she answered, hoping that a little more alcohol would work to calm her down. “Do you have any white wine?” The older man walked across to a cabinet and poured a glass of wine, as well as a whisky and then moved back across the room to sit on a sofa. He put the glasses on the small table in front of it and patted the seat beside himself.

Helen hesitated a little, but then walked over to the sofa and sat down. Mr. Robinson picked up the glasses again and handed the wine to the college girl. “Cheers,” he said as he touched his glass to Helens’. “Here’s to an enjoyable evening.”

Enjoyment was the last thing on Helen’s mind, although the nerves churning inside were still tinged with a hint of excitement at what she was doing. She gulped down half the wine in one go and put the glass back down. “So are you in town on business?” she asked.

“Yup,” the older man answered. “I arrived this morning and will be leaving again tomorrow night.”

“Are you in town often?” she went on.

“A couple of times a month,” Mr. Robinson replied. He took a sip of his whisky and moved closer so that he could press his thigh against hers. It looked like he didn’t want to waste any time on small talk and as he closed in on her, Helen’s first instinct was to move away, but she controlled her nerves and held her leg in place.

“You’re a pretty girl,” Mr. Robinson said. “What age are you?”

“I’ll be twenty in a couple of months,” she replied.

“So still a teenager then,” the older man said and Helen heard the slight tone of excitement that crept into his voice. She decided to play along.

“Yup, still a teenager,” she said and shuddered as the hand reached out to rest on her knee. The older man massaged the skin, his hand slowly sliding higher.

“So…,’ he said. “Maybe we should move to the comfort of the bed.”

Shit, thought Helen, here we go. “Sure,” she replied. “If that’s what you want.”

“Oh…, there’s a lot I want,” he went on and Helen shuddered again at the words. She stood and immediately felt the hand caress onto her butt. Again her first instinct was to pull away, but she held steady and let the man fondle her. He finally stood and grabbing her wrist pulled her over to the bed. He sat down, but made Helen stand in front of him. She could see the desire lighting up in his eyes as his hands reached for her hips. “Maybe you could show me what’s below the skirt and blouse,” he said.

Helen took a step back and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse from top to bottom. She shrugged it from her shoulders to reveal the lacy bra below and saw Mr. Robinson nod his head. He was muttering under his breath, but Helen couldn’t hear what he was saying. She dropped her hands to the fastenings of her skirt and released them, letting it slide down her legs to the floor. She thought her nerves would kick in like never before as she stripped to her panties, but the thrill of the moment brought her excitement to the fore. She stepped forward again and this time felt Mr. Robinson’s hands settle onto the naked skin of her hips. His fingers caressed gently as he looked up and down her body and she knew that the lacy material of the bra and panties revealed a hint of the delights hidden below.

Mr. Robinson pulled Helen to sit in his lap and it was instantly obvious how turned on he was. The hardness pressing against her ass was testament to that and she wriggled around as a hand stroked between her thighs and touched onto the front of her panties. Her movement was obviously getting to the older man more as she could hear the slight gasps escaping his lips. She closed her eyes as the fingers stroked along her pussy lips, the sensation bringing out an excitement that made her wet.

“Oh yes,” Mr. Robinson said quietly as he felt the wetness smearing onto his fingers. He pushed harder at the pussy lips, trying to open them up through the thin material and Helen could feel the cock throbbing against her ass. The older man finally made her stand again and when he got up, his erection was all too obvious as it pushed out the front of his pants. He moved across to a bag at the side of the bed and leaned down to pick something out, only revealing it when he was standing beside Helen again.

“I like it when my girls are submissive,” he said and Helen’s eyes opened wide as she saw the handcuffs he was holding.

“Oh wait a minute…,” she said. “I wasn’t told anything about this.” She backed away, suddenly unsure of what she was getting into. Bending down she picked up her skirt, but stopped as Mr. Robinson continued talking.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he said.

Helen narrowed her eyes as she looked up at him. “Like how?” she finally said.

“How much are you getting paid for tonight?” he asked.

“Eighty dollars,” Helen answered.

“OK,” the older man went on. “Let’s say I top that up to one hundred and fifty and you let me have my fun.”

“Who would know about it?” she asked.

“Just you and me,” he answered. “I wouldn’t say anything to your boss.” He moved back to the bag and took out seventy dollars and went to put the money on the bedside cabinet. “It’s yours for the taking,” he said.

Helen looked at the money and thought how long it would take her to make it through waitressing. Being handcuffed for sex seemed a little kinky, but again her nerves were tinged with a thrill at what she was doing. “OK,” she finally said and Mr. Robinson walked over to her. He turned her around and the college girl shuddered as the handcuffs were clamped around her wrists, securing them together behind her back. She could feel her breathing becoming a little more labored and her pulse rate quickened. Mr. Robinson dragged her back to the bed and as he sat down she expected to be pulled onto his lap again. Instead she was forced to lie face down over his thighs and she shuddered as the hand stroked gently onto her ass. She suspected the gentleness wouldn’t last and steeled herself for what she was sure was coming her way.

Mr. Robinson could feel his cock throbbing against Helen’s midriff as he caressed his fingers over her ass. He had a passion for handing out pain and could feel the thrill of the moment rising as he got closer to what he wanted. His fingers slid to the top of the panties and he grinned as he peeled the panties down and exposed the naked butt cheeks. Helen convulsed as a finger stroked along her butt crease and waited to see what happened. She suddenly cried out as the hand raised and then spanked down onto her ass.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as the pain bit into her skin.

“Do you like that?” the older man said and Helen could tell by his tone that one spank onto her ass wouldn’t satisfy him. Her cry sounded around the room as the hand lashed her buttocks again, the sharp pain slowly receding to a dull ache. It was her first experience of bondage play and she was surprised to find that it was to her liking, the gentleness of the caress turning to the pain of a spank turning her on like never before. She gasped as the older man continued to rain blows down onto her buttocks, her cries of agony seemingly urging him on to more. He finally pushed her off his lap and dragged her onto her knees. Helen was breathing raggedly as the pain of the spanking coursed through her veins. She watched as Mr. Robinson pulled down his pants and underwear to expose himself. He moved forward and slid his hand onto Helen’s head, tightening his grip in her hair and forcing his cock onto her mouth. She shook as the head of the cock smeared wet trails around her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you good college girl,” he said and Helen knew that she was about to experience her roughest sex ever. As the older man pushed forward, his grip in her hair tightened and she couldn’t move back. Her lips parted as the cock was forced inside and her mouth was suddenly filled as Mr. Robinson pushed his hips forward to fuck his full length into her. Helen let out a muffled groan as the head of the cock hit the back of her throat and tried to suppress her gag reflex. The erection was held in her mouth and she could feel herself struggling for breath. Her struggles seemed to turn on the older man, who forced himself onto her so that his cock pushed deeper down her throat. “You like that,” he moaned as he circled his hips to grind himself onto her face. He finally pulled back, but there was little respite for Helen, with the grip on her hair keeping her in place as the cock started to fuck in and out of her mouth. Each thrust pushed the shaft down her throat and the sound of Mr. Robinsons moans filled the room. Again Helen was surprised at how turned on she was getting at being used like a slut. She clamped her lips around the cock and heard the moans of the older man get louder as the thrill of fucking a teenage college girl’s mouth took hold. His hips thrust at her in a frenzy as he made her take his cock to the back of her throat, but a desire for more began to overwhelm him and he finally backed off.

Helen squealed as Mr. Robinson’s hand gripped her upper arm and pulled her up. She felt him grabbing at her bra and dragging it from her tits to expose them. He bent down and bit onto a breast, making her shiver as pain assaulted her body again. The bite released and he kissed to a nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Helen felt the rush of pleasure at the touch and pushed herself against it. She had come to the room hoping that the sex would be over as quickly as possible, but suddenly found herself craving the touch on her body. Mr. Robinson moved from nipple to nipple, biting and sucking at the erect nubs until Helen was moaning at the thrill of being used. He finally backed away from her again and grabbed her arm to drag her to the bed, pushing her onto the mattress on her belly. Helen groaned as she felt his weight sitting down on the back of her thighs. Another hard spank on her ass made her convulse, but her groans got louder as her ass cheeks were gripped and spread open. She felt the wet sensation of spit being dripped onto her asshole and shuddered as the fingers worked it into her skin. Mr. Robinson leaned forward so that he could stoke the head of his cock on the asshole and grunted as he tried to force it inside.

Pain gripped Helen again as she felt her asshole being penetrated. The resistance held the older man back, but he was in no mood to be denied what he wanted and forced past it until the head of his cock slid inside. The feel of the asshole tightening around him made him want more and he slapped at Helen’s ass, groaning as her buttocks clenched and tightened her around the head of the shaft. Mr. Robinson kept slapping at the ass cheeks as he pushed forward to bury himself in the asshole. He held himself inside at first, continuing to spank a hand onto Helen until she was begging him to stop. He then started to fuck the tight hole as the desire for rough sex overwhelmed him. Helen’s body shook as the cock was rammed hard inside her ass again and again. She was breathing heavily as the older man lost himself in using her and could feel her own excitement rising towards a climax.