Day Three, evening.

By evening, we've been apart about 8 hours. We've both done what we needed to do and now it is time for us.

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I got back to the hotel before he did and begain my preparations for the evening. Long shower, extra conditioner for my hair, freshly trimmed landing strip and shaved elsewhere ... then hair done, perfume, lingerie. Add stockings, heels and come-fuck-me-now-boy look and he should be a dripping puddle of cum in no time.

He's on his way to the hotel when I tell him I have plans for him (which has now become 'our' phrase which means 'something good is gonna happen, show up!') and hint at what is to come. We talk about his day and my day while he is driving because I want no distractions when he returns. It has been eight hours since his cock has graced my pussy and ass and they are aching for him.

I set out the lube and a silk scarf. I want to tie him up and use him mercilessly.

He enters the room -- and immediately tells me how beautiful I am and how much he wants to fuck me. A flurry of clothing later, my heels and stockings are riding on his shoulders as he plows his tongue into me -- it isn't long before I demand to be on top ...

I take his wrists and tie them together over his head ... as I slide down his shaft with my pussy, teasing him a little, he moans a little, asking me to ride him. I oblige and my clit starts to hum from the rocking back and forth ...

It isn't long before I'm coming ... and suddenly his hands are on both sides of my neck*, holding me up. The sensation of being out of control and the element of danger makes me cum like a rocket. I gasp, more from shock and fear than anything and he reassures me I'm safe. I lean forward into his hands again and cum harder this time. The clenching my pussy gives his cock forces him to cum faster than he'd like ... and we collapse onto the bed. I look at him with dazed eyes and ask him what the fuck just happened ....

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*before this incident, I had steadfastly avoided any form of strangulation play. I'd known friends that had played this way and it is very dangerous. What you should know was that at no time did he ever squeeze my neck ... my neck was lying in his hands as I leaned over him, riding cowgirl. It felt dangerous even though if I leaned back even a millimeter, the pressure was off. I controlled the pressure by leaning forward ... his hands remained steady.

That being said -- it was fucking hot.