Hots for the Boss – Part 6 – by NaughtyJo73
Emily’s heart was pounding. She was waiting at the reception desk of a lovely hotel in London; they had travelled this afternoon, and had a long day at the conference tomorrow. Al had sorted everything out, and he had just told her that they only had one room, a suite, as they queued.
Emily was not sure how she felt about it, but the level of excitement she felt was the reason for her heart to pound. And if she was honest, she loved it. The thing eating at her was Matt. Would he approve? To be sure, and to enable this to stop right now if not, she texted him. “Matt, Al has only booked one room. I will be in his bed for three nights, is that OK? It’s fine if it is not. I understand.”
Al was checking them in when her phone buzzed with Matt’s reply. “Yes, it is fine. I want lots of evidence of him abusing and fucking you! And you will be punished for this at a later date.” There were some emoji’s too, but she relaxed, and waited as Al handed over his card. The receptionist flicked a look at her, clearly taking in that she was almost 20 years his junior and then her face screamed, “You slut!” at her. Emily could not have cared less about that; her dreams would start to come true tonight. There was a bonus, too. Matt was so into this also, and their love life had gone from strength to strength since that first day with Al.
On the way to the lift, Al stopped at the concierge. He indicated that he wanted her to stand far enough away to not be able to hear. It was clear he and the man knew each other, and there was a moment of laughter as Al spoke. The concierge glanced over at her a couple of times and then Al showed him the key, before straightening back up and picking up his bags.
As Al moved back towards her, the concierge said, “Absolutely no problem. I will ensure it all works, sir.”
Moments later they were in an express elevator to the top floor. They were alone again, and Al looked her up and down, then said, “As soon as the room door is closed you are to strip naked. You can go explore the room, unpack, etc. But once you are done, you are to return to the doorway, and stand and wait.”
“Yes, Master,” Emily replied, feeling her pussy twinge and feeling her excitement jump a level. Then she added, “Matt wants lots of evidence of you abusing and fucking me.”
“No problem. I will have lots of photos and video, and I will ensure you have it all before we leave,” Al replied.
As soon as the door shut, Emily complied and removed all of her clothes. She felt uncomfortable as she took her knickers off and stood for a second. She piled her clothes on the table by the door for a moment, then pulled her case into the massive room. She was shaking a little, partly from excitement, but mainly from how exposed and uncomfortable she felt. She walked across the sofa and put her bag on it. Al glanced her way–probably to check she was naked–but did not ogle or stare. He treated it as if her being naked was the most normal thing in the world. He was carefully moving his spare suit to the wardrobe as she started to unpack her case. She put her underwear in a drawer, but something told her that she would not be needing any of the knickers. She had three very short skirts, and white, almost see-through blouses, having followed Al’s instruction. The blouses were all tight, and showed off her shapely breasts. She was torn between being glad they were the size they were–meaning that if Al made her go without a bra, she would just about be able to get away with it–and wanting them bigger, like Chloe her neighbour. Chloe’s tits had a bounce to them that made her jealous, and she knew Al would love it, too.
Emily surveyed the bathroom as she dropped off her toiletries. It was large, too, with a two-person shower and a big roll top bath that had feet on it that looked perfect for rope or cuffs to go around. She was sure Al would be using that at some point for something, but she had no clue what.
Emily was done; she was zipping up the case and placing it under the dresser when Al called room service and ordered some food. She was standing quietly in the doorway feeling excited when he finished the call, and then finished his unpacking, which included a bag that appeared to be completely full of toys for these few days. She stared at that; there was so much stuff, it made the Amazon box that Matt had a couple of weeks before look like nothing!
She waited. Then Al said, “Over on the bed, please, on all fours, and sit back on your feet, arse in the air.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, her excitement barely contained, as she moved and positioned herself as he requested. He walked over, and before she knew it lube was dripping down her arse crack. Her heart jumped, but not as much as it once would have. Emily had hated it, but she had asked Matt, and he had fucked her in the arse about four times, now. She felt prepared for Al.
His fingers were so gentle as they rubbed in the lube, the soft pink skin of her arse crack responding to his delicate touch, hairs standing on end, his fingers seeming to find and learn every wrinkle of her sphincter before, in the most delicate way, a finger slipped inside. She almost pushed back into it; although she had not grown to like things in her arse, she wanted Al to probe it more. She was surprised at herself. He moved his finger in to the knuckle, and she felt him wiping the lube around inside, and then withdrawing. She almost wanted it back as he let her sphincter wink shut.
It was a second, no more, and she felt the cold metal of a butt plug press against her. Again, she had been practicing and relaxed to let it in. It was bigger than the one he had used on her at work, but only about the same as the one Matt had got, once he had seen the first. She was annoyed at him then, but right now she loved him for the foresight. She winced and made a few sounds of discomfort as Al pushed it in, but after a moment it popped and she felt her ring close around the stem. She let out a big breath she had not realised she was holding. She felt fur between her legs and realised this was a butt plug with a tail. She snuck a look to see a long tiger tail hanging.
Al’s hand slapped hard across her cheeks and she yelped, as he almost bellowed, “I did not tell you to move!”
“Sorry, Master,” she said very quickly, a raw sting warming her cheeks. Emily ensured she stayed dead still. Al was grabbing something, but she dared not look.
When he moved back to her, his hand quickly found her wet pussy. She was aching for an orgasm, but thought one would be a long way off. He opened her lips, the sound making her blush, but she then clearly felt two love eggs being pushed inside, and she could feel them settling as he moved away.
Suddenly the eggs vibrated strongly. She yelped with surprise; they felt really good, but she had not expected that at all. There was a whistle in the air and a strap hit her bottom.
“There is no need for that,” Al said sternly.
Emily had screwed up her face and fought not to let a scream come out when the strap hit her. She loved it, but god, that was hard. So it took her a moment to relax, suck in breath and say, “Sorry, Master.”