<p>The adventures continue. We've fast-forwarded a week for another meet at the hotel. As with before, his writing is italicized.</p><p><img data-media-id="54393540" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>– to BeccaBellamy sent 4 days ago</strong></p><p><em>Perfect! It got me all hot and bothered as well, ,so would love to take it further.</em></p><p><em>So let's fast forward one week, to our second encounter, where we find ourselves in the hotel restaurant...</em></p><p><strong>– to ADominantMan sent 4 days ago</strong></p><p>I pull up to the hotel and notice the valet glance at my modest cleavage as I step out of the car. I hand him the keys and take the ticket before heading into the lobby. I'm a few minutes early so I slip into the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror.</p><p>I run my fingers over the soft black satin collar and feel a deeply pleasing sensation between my legs. It's like the little strip of fabric is attached to my loins. I smile, though my heart is pounding. It's been a week since we've seen each other and while I'm not quite desperate, I'm close.</p><p>I run my hands down the material of the black dress I bought this week and make sure it looks perfect. I make sure my stockings haven't picked up any runs and then take a deep breath before heading to the restaurant.</p><p>The maître d' takes me to our table and you stand as I come over. You offer a soft kiss on the cheek and whisper, "Your collar looks beautiful," before pulling out my chair and gesturing for me to sit.</p><p>"Thank you, sir," I say in a soft voice. My heart is pounding harder. The feel of your lips against my cheek is all it took.</p><p>You let your fingers drift over the exposed skin of my upper back before returning to your seat.</p><p>"Did you miss me?" you ask as the waiter comes over and pours two glasses of red wine.</p><p>I look at you and smile. "I missed you more than I could possibly explain," I say. "Last week..." I wait for a moment until the waiter finishes pouring. "Last week was an experience unlike any I've ever had. I thought about you every day."</p><p>You smile and raise your glass to offer a toast...</p><p><strong>– to BeccaBellamy sent 3 days ago</strong></p><p><em>"To unforgettable experiences!", I say, as I take a sip from my wine.</em></p><p><em>"Now, I have had a look at the menu and selected some things for us to eat, I'm sure you don't mind," I continue, as a waiter already approaches with two starters.</em></p><p><em>"Tell me, Becca. Seeing as you say you have been thinking about me every day... Have you been masturbating?", I ask, while keeping my gaze locked on yours...</em></p><p><strong>– to ADominantMan sent 3 days ago</strong></p><p>"I have," I admit as I shift in my seat. I can't tell from the look on your face if it was okay for me to indulge my desires and play with my pussy in the week since we've seen each other.</p><p>"I...I couldn't help it," I say. "I tried to resist for the first few days. I thought I could go the whole week, that it would be more exciting to see you without having had an orgasm, but I couldn't."</p><p>"Why is that?" you ask.</p><p>"By the third day I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't get anything done at work. I was wet all the time, to the point that I soaked my panties through before I even got to work. I ran to the bathroom to try and dry them out and I gave in. I sat in a stall and I masturbated as I thought about you and the things we did. I thought about being with you again, about giving myself to you, and I came."</p><p>I saw you smile. You seemed amused at the notion that I couldn't contain my desire.</p><p>"I wanted to masturbate all the time," I said. "I wanted to satisfy the seemingly bottomless well of desire that last weekend created in me. I didn't, though. I only pleasured myself when I couldn't take it anymore."</p><p>"And how long has it been since you last masturbated?" you ask.</p><p>"Two days," I said.</p><p>"Does that mean you're wet right now, Becca?" you ask.</p><p>I nod.</p><p><strong>– to BeccaBellamy sent 2 days ago</strong></p><p><em>I sigh and look sternly. "Becca, you can't sit in a fancy restaurant like this with cum-soaked panties. Take them off now!", I say perhaps a bit too loud, so the nice young couple at a neighbouring table can hear.</em></p><p><em>You start to blush, nod and calmly get up, looking around for where the nearest bathroom could be.</em></p><p><em>"Where do you think you are going?", I ask?</em></p><p><em>Embarrassed you mumble, "Euhm, the bathroom, to take off..." "No need for that," I interrupt. "You can take them off right here and hand them to me". Now you are sure, the young couple has noticed. Their conversation has gone quiet, as they are clearly listening in, furtive glances heading your way.</em></p><p><em>"Now, Becca! I don't like to have to wait for you!"</em></p><p><em>You feel your cheeks flush, but try to forget about everyone around you and just focus on me. This is what I want, and it pleases you give me what I want.</em></p><p><em>You stand next to me and hike up your black dress, revealing ever more of your black stockings. Trying to maintain some modesty, you slip your hands underneath your dress, slip off your wet panties and let the bottom of your dress fall down again.</em></p><p><em>I point towards a spot on the table next to me and you quickly deposit the panties there. I carefully and neatly fold them up and say, "You can sit down again now."</em></p><p><em>I smile at you and immediately, you feel tension ebb away from your body.</em></p><p><em>"That's better," I say as you sit down again. You notice the couple a bit further away has been observing your transaction in detail and they whisper something to eachother.</em></p><p><em>"So, Becca, perhaps I should have been clear about this, but I did not realise you were going to be such a slutty girl. You can masturbate all you want, BUT...I don't want you to cum. You only get the priviledge to cum when you are with me or with your husband."</em></p><p><em>"Is that clear?"</em></p><p><strong>– to ADominantMan sent 2 days ago</strong></p><p>"Yes," I say. "That's clear."</p><p>I feel a touch embarrassed, mostly at my complete inability to control my desire. There have been times in the past week where it has completely overwhelmed me in a way I'm not at all familiar with.</p><p>I close my eyes for just a moment and smile as I consider the idea that cumming is a privilege, a privilege granted by you.</p><p>You reach out and take my hand in yours. My eyes open and I stare at you. "What are you smiling about?" you ask in a soft, calm voice.</p><p>"You," I say. "Or, really, how happy it makes me to be here with you again. How excited I am because I get to serve you again."</p><p>I notice the a couple sitting nearby look over. I'm talking loud enough for them to hear and I don't particularly care.</p><p>"I can't tell you how much the simple notion of my climaxes being a privilege turns me on. The idea of surrendering something like that to you is intense in the best way possible."</p><p>You smile and run your fingers up the soft, bare skin of my arm. "It's how it should be, isn't it Becca?" you say. "After all, you want to be a good submissive slut for me, don't you?"</p><p>I think of our first interaction. I think of how you promised to train me to be a good submissive slut. I think of how badly I wanted it then. I think of how my desire has grown since then.</p><p>"I do," I say as I stare into your eyes. It feels like my desperation is oozing from every pore. "I want it more than anything in the world."</p><p><strong>– to BeccaBellamy sent 2 days ago</strong></p><p><em>Our main dish arrives soon and we dig in, exchanging pleasantries throughout, the occasional double-entendre a promise of things to come.</em></p><p><em>As we wait for dessert to arrive, the couple nearby pays their bill and leaves. "Why don't you move your chair next to me, Becca?"</em></p><p><em>You know it is not a question, but a demand and just the thought of me commanding you to do anything, makes you wet. You are sure you have stained your chair, by now, the fabric of your dress sometimes brushing along your crotch, as you move.</em></p><p><em>You pull your chair next to mine and smile. I lean over to you and whisper, "I would really love a handjob now, Becca, while we wait for dessert to arrive."</em></p><p><strong>– to ADominantMan sent 2 days ago</strong></p><p>An intense kind of desire is the first thing I feel as you tell me to pleasure your cock in the restaurant. A touch of fear soon follows it. I've never done something like that in public before.</p><p>Goosebumps raise up on my skin as I feel your breath on my neck.</p><p>"Of course," I say. "It would be my pleasure."</p><p>I do my best to slip my hand under the table and unzip your pants without drawing the suspicion of the other diners. I reach inside and I find your cock in a semi-erect state.</p><p>I bite my lower lip to suppress the moan that wants to escape. Merely touching your cock is enough to thrill me.</p><p>"That's good, Becca," you say. "Very good."</p><p>I stroke you and use my thumb to play with the underside of your cockhead. I gather the little bit of precum that has leaked out and use it to lube you up a little and hopefully provide even more pleasure.</p><p>You smile and close your eyes for a moment. My pussy drips as I see that I'm giving you pleasure.</p><p>I see our waiter approaching with the dessert. I know I can't stop stroking you. I know you told me to give you a handjob and I'm not going to stop until you tell me to.</p><p>I slow my strokes as he drops off the dessert with two fresh sets of silverware. He offers no sense that he knows what I'm doing under the table. I feel so naughty.</p><p>"I suspect you have a little bit of something sweet on your fingers, Becca," you say, referring to your precum. "Would you like to taste it before we eat our dessert?"</p><p>I nod and collect whatever precum I can before pulling my hand from under the table. I hold your gaze as I lick my fingers clean, one by one. I taste your precum and your cock. It makes me want more.</p><p><strong>– to BeccaBellamy sent 1 day ago</strong></p><p><em>"Good girl," I say as I lovingly stroke your cheek, before tucking away my hard cock and zipping up again. "Now, let's enjoy this fine dessert and then head up to the room."</em></p><p><em>Dessert finished, I tell the waiter to bill the room and then I get up to help you up. I grab your moist panties, which have been on the table throughout dinner and we walk out the restaurant, you following close behind me to the lobby and head towards the elevator.</em></p><p><em>As we wait for the elevator, I smile at you and say, "This elevator will take exactly 17 seconds to reach our floor...if it doesn't stop anywhere. When we get in, I want you to lift your dress up over your fine ass and give me a quick dry hump."</em></p><p><em>A quick panic takes hold of you. "But what if someone else gets on," you think. But you don't want to disobey or disappoint me, so you just nod.</em></p><p><em>The elevator dings and the doors slide open. The mirror-panelled elevator is empty and nobody else is waiting with you, you notice with relief.</em></p><p><em>We both get in and I lean with my back against one of the mirrors, as I push the button for our floor. The door slides shut...</em></p><p><strong>– to ADominantMan sent 1 day ago</strong></p><p>Knowing time is of the essence, I throw caution to the wind and pull my dress up, exposing my bare pussy and smooth ass.</p><p>I back up into you and I feel your hard cock press into my ass. I channel my inner stripper and do my best to give what amounts to a standing lap dance.</p><p>Much to my surprise, I find it immensely arousing. It feels naughty to consider that the door might open and someone might see my pussy on display. They might see me being a slut for you. They might see me caring only about making you happy.</p><p>The elevator reaches our floor without incident. It comes to a stop and as the door is about to open I move to step forward and let my dress fall.</p><p>You wrap your arm around my waist and pull me against your body, holding my dress up. There's a couple standing on the other side of the door. They look at me and then stare between my legs. The woman raises a hand to her mouth and takes her husband's hand. They walk away.</p><p>"Good girl," you say.</p><p>You take my hand and lead me out of the elevator. I suppress a wild urge to masturbate right there in the hallway. I feel a hint of wetness seep out of my pussy and run down my leg.</p><p>"You want my cock, don't you?" you say at the door to our room. The key card is in your hand.</p><p>"Yes," I say. "Please." I want you to open the door. I want you to take me inside. I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me until I gush all over your cock.</p><p>"Take it out," you say. "Take me in your mouth. Show me how badly you want me."</p><p>I glance down the hallway.</p><p>"That doesn't matter," you say. "Show me how badly you want me."</p><p>I unzip your pants and drop to my knees. I pull out your cock and take you in my mouth. I taste you. I savor it.</p><p>Your hand presses on the back of my head. Your cock pushes into my throat. I gag. You hold it there. Just when I feel like I can't breathe, you pull out and slide the key card in. You unlock the door.</p><p>"Inside," you say.</p><p>I enter the room.</p>