The Strip Tease

RENEE

It’d been minutes or maybe an hour since I’d entered this luxurious suite of Robert Clarke, the mysterious hot stranger who had picked me up from the tropical fruit stand earlier, and ever since then, I’ve been a mess in his hands.

From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring crude questions, and almost coming undone on his fingers, I was already living a dream.

He’d just told me to strip for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing blue eyes. They were rimmed with some kind of conundrum I couldn’t explain.

He wanted me to strip for him. I was supposed to be embarrassed, but instead, I felt the exact opposite. If anything, I was hot, wet, and ready to do whatever he told me. Though I’d not admit that to him yet.

“I’m still waiting, baby girl.” His deep voice filled the heated air and my already closed thighs clenched more.

Remembering how he’d skillfully stroked my clit, like an instrument he knew well, my cheeks flushed, and I was tempted to reply him with something sultry, too…

“Yes, Daddy.” I blurted out, and my jaw dropped as I realized what I’d said, but it was too late to take my words back.

My words had the desired effect on him though, because I saw heat flare into his eyes. He also brought his hand to his chin as he gritted his jaw slightly, and the sound was audible even to my ears.

“Renee…” He drawled, still leaning comfortably on the couch opposite me. “You’re making me wait. I’m going to punish you so much for this. Strip for me. I hate repeating myself, but I've been doing just that since we’ve stepped into this suite.”

“Well, if I don’t?” I smirked, shooting him a wink and his look darkened before he then replied—his words sending a tremor through my thighs, “Then I’ll fuck you with your clothes on. Or I’ll punish you badly. Make you wish you’d obeyed my orders from the beginning. How about that?”

A gasp escaped my lips, and I shrugged at him, opening my legs wide, with my hands going to my bra top.

“Good, continue.” He growled as I began to loosen the knots of my bra.

I took my time undressing, wanting to act sexy in front of him.

This would be my first time doing something like this—stripping in front of a man. Dylan never told me to strip. He was a rush hour kind of man and whenever we were together, he would either undress me himself or fuck me with my clothes on.

Now that I thought of it, I wished Dylan had allowed me to undress in front of him because I was enjoying this particular order.

I was silent, deeply engrossed in stripping naked, until I was finally done. My wrap skirt was off, my bra on the floor, my round boobs naked and puckered ready, while my wet as fuck panties were still in place.

Fixing his gaze on my breasts, I did catch him licking his lips for a moment, but he stopped when our eyes locked. That action was hot.

I imagined him licking my nipples with his tongue, and the graphical image in my head sent shivers of pleasure all over my body. I also thought about him sucking my clit and eating me out…

“Don’t take off your panties.” His voice chimed in, cutting off my thoughts.

My wandering hands at the hem of my panties froze, and blinking twice; removing my eyes from his, I quickly did as ordered, dropping my hands.

I was seated half naked in front of him, my thighs closed again, and my whole body shook pleasurably. I was red all over, goosebumps all over my body, and the illicit moan sounds coming from the loudspeakers in the room did nothing to ease my tension.

“Fuck! You’re so gorgeous. Just like I’d imagined. Look at those curves and your nipples begging for my touch. That slim waist and your long legs I’ll raise over my shoulders and… Baby girl… I can’t wait to be buried inside y—” He paused instantly.

“What…”

“Place your left fingers on your clit and touch it slowly for me.”

“Wait, what? You want me to touch myself? I’m not even fully naked, remember? You told me not to take off my panties, so how do you expect me to do that?” I questioned, surprised.

He didn’t nod or say anything in response, just watched me intently, his eyes hooded and his jaw ticking.

I remembered his order earlier. He’d asked that I obey his every word and seeing how he looked at me, I knew I had no option but to obey him. I had to do as he said, so I slipped my fingers into my panties, a whimper escaping my lips as I touched my pussy.

At first, it felt weird. This was another first for me. I masturbated privately at home when I was horny or sometimes when Dylan would fuck me raw but failed to satisfy me. I would then resort to watching porn and getting myself off.

I never did it in front of him, though because most times he’d be asleep or in the shower while I got to work.

But now, I was touching myself in front of a stranger I’d just met. And I didn’t feel self-conscious or awkward.

“Oh…” A moan escaped my lips.

My eyes closed, and my head rolled backward on the couch as I imagined this man, Robert Clarke, fucking me missionary style on the large king-sized bed in his suite.

He’d be staring into my eyes, whispering sweet nothings in my ear while I screamed Daddy, and gripped his arms tightly.

“Oh… oh yesss…” I moaned unashamedly, my fingers stroking my clit faster. I was on edge, the feeling of my impending orgasm resurfacing for the second time today.

Suddenly he growled, “Stop!”

“No! No!” I countered, my head shaking wildly from left to right as I continued to stroke myself faster. There was no way I was denying myself this feeling after he’d rid me of it the first time.

“Stop! I told you to stop. Fucking stop and look at me!” He yelled, his voice so loud that it shook me to the core, and I opened my eyes in a flash.

I could feel my climax leaving me already, that rippling sensual sensation detonating, and tears almost escaped my eyes in frustration.

“Look at me, baby girl! Look at me….” He ordered, and I slowly straightened my face to look at him.

My panties were wet as fuck—so damp that I squeezed my thighs, and blinking my closed eyes open, I arranged my quivering body. “What the—?”

He was no longer sitting on the couch. Instead, he stood in front of me, fully naked, his erection pointing straight and throbbing.

He must have stroked himself while I masturbated, undressing as I brought myself close to my peak.

“Fuck!” I cursed again, my eyes roaming over his sculpted body, muscles, and impressive length.

What the fuck? I hissed to myself, pain and pleasure coursing through me.

He was so huge. So vast and thick and my mouth fell open.

He was so big. The biggest I’d ever seen and for a brief second, I was scared, wondering how he’d fit inside my pussy.

As if he could read my mind, he said, “I won’t hurt you tonight, Renee. Trust me.”

For some unknown reason, I believed he wouldn’t hurt me, that he’d go easy on me. So I gave him a meek look, showing my submissiveness to him.

“That’s my girl” He said, taking a step forward, standing so close that his dick was directly positioned in front of my face, and he stroked my hair gently.

He took a step backward, stretched his hands toward me, and then said, “Come, baby girl. It’s time to get to work.”

I placed my hand in his, and gently lifting me up, he directed me to his bed.

He pushed me to a sitting position on the mattress, and I watched as he went on his knees. Without saying a word, he spread my legs and positioned his face between them.

“You know why I asked you to leave this on?” He asked, looking at me, one of his hands snaking up to my breasts which he squeezed gently.

I shook my head no, waiting for his response, and his words came out in a growl, as he said, “Because I wanted to fucking tear them off you.”

With one swift movement, he yanked my panties off with his strong hand, and the coolness of the air blasting on my bare pussy had me moaning out loud.

“So pretty. My pussy, all mine. These pretty pink lips just for me alone….” He muttered, and as I watched him stare at my pussy, the image stuck in my head.

His fingers grazed my clit, and my back arched off the bed but his firm grip held me in place.

“All dripping wet for daddy….” He croaked, and I gently replied with a yes.

“Good girl.” He said again, his fingers grazing my pussy lips, that for a while, I forgot about everything and instead enjoyed this brief sensation.

“I promised to take it easy tonight, right?” He asked rhetorically.

However, before I could answer, he thrust a finger into my pussy, then another, and another until three fingers were inside me, stretching me wide and I moaned loudly, my hips bucking.

“Oh please…” I groaned, my hands going to his shoulders and as if my moans urged him on, he instinctively started to finger fuck me hard!