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  Copyright Katt Ford 2020

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  All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen

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  At The Hotel

  It was precisely 11 o'clock. The hotel hallway was empty. No one had questioned me as I walked through the lobby, trying to hide my nervousness. Trying to act like I was supposed to be there, as though luxury hotels were a regular part of my life. But nothing about that night was normal. I felt as though I was dreaming, as if what was happening couldn't possibly be real. Amber Butler was a gorgeous movie star, and I was just some nobody, a struggling actor working occasional jobs for a catering company. Why she wanted anything to do with me remained a mystery. And the explanation she had given didn't exactly help my nagging fears. From our encounter in the janitor's closet, it was clear to me that Amber was unlike any other woman I have ever been with. Her fame and beauty were the least of it. She was rough. She was mean. She was everything I shouldn't have wanted, and yet couldn't resist.

  At the premiere, by the time I emerged from the janitor's closet, Amber was nowhere to be seen. The movie was starting, and the guests had all gone into the theater to watch it. I began to tidy up the lobby, trying to act normal, as though my heart wasn't pounding in my chest. As though my cock wasn't raging, my erection straining against the tight confines of the panties Amber had made me wear. It was deeply uncomfortable, walking back and forth across the lobby, picking up glasses the guests had left behind. And even though I knew it was impossible, I was haunted by the terrible feeling that people could tell. That Gabe would know. That he would see something in my demeanor or the way I carried myself that would alert him to the terrible truth. That Amber Butler completely dominated and humiliated me. And that I wanted more.

  But Gabe didn't mention anything. While I cleaned the lobby, he packed up the bar. Once the theater had been cleaned, there wasn't much else for us to do except wait for the movie to be over. As I joined him over by the bar, Gabe smiled and pulled a fistful of money out of his pocket.

  "Look at that," he grinned. "I told you this was a good gig." My own smile was a pale echo of his. The money was great, and ordinarily, I would've been delighted. Making that month's rent was going to be no problem. But I had other things than money on my mind. All I could think about was Amber.

  We stayed until the movie finished and the lobby filled up again with guests. They headed out into the night, whisked away by a seemingly endless procession of luxurious black cars. I saw Amber only briefly, but my heart contracted at the sight of her as though squeezed by an invisible fist. In her deep red dress, she was hard to miss as she strode through the crowd toward the door, laughing at something a woman walking with her said. She didn't so much as look at me. Still smiling, she strode out of the open doors of the theater and into the warm night, taking my desperate hopes with her.

  Once the guests had all left and the night was over, I made some excuse to Gabe. I didn't dare tell him the real reason I wouldn't be going home with him. And he looked skeptical as he handed me my share of the money we had made, but at least he didn't say anything. With every minute that past, my nervousness grew.

  Until finally, I stood outside the door of Amber's hotel room, the key in my trembling hand. I couldn't hear anything from inside. Not for the first time, the idea flashed through my mind that maybe this was some kind of trick. That maybe this wasn't her room at all, and that she had set me up as some kind of cruel joke. But I pushed the thought aside. There was only one way to find out the truth. I wasn't about to let my fear stand in the way of what promised to be one of the most amazing experiences of my life.

  The lock on the door beeped as I held the card in front of it. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

  I've never seen a hotel room like that before. The place was virtually the size of the apartment Gabe and I shared. It had a full-size living room, with tall windows looking out over the glittering city below. There were vases of flowers everywhere, and I could smell their scent as I stepped cautiously into the room. Off to the side, glass double doors led to what I assumed was the bedroom. And just as I was about to call out, to announce my presence, I heard footsteps on the floor. Amber appeared in the doorway, still dressed in her gorgeous dress and sexy thigh boots that she'd worn to the premiere. The red silk dress flowed out behind her as she strode toward me, thighs exposed by the high slit in the dress with every step she took. My cock throbbed as I remembered that I was wearing her underwear, and that under the dress, she was completely naked. That she risked exposure with every step. Amber stopped in front of me, and her glittering blue eyes looked me up and down as she placed her hands on her hips.

  “Well,” she said. “Here you are.”

  "Yeah," I said weakly. This was all uncharted territory for me. It's not that I'm sexually inexperienced; I do okay as far as that goes. There might have been something of a dry spell recently, but that happens from time to time. But I'd never had a meeting in a hotel room like this. The girls I usually found myself with were fellow struggling actors or people I worked with at events. I'd never been with anyone like Amber before. No one this accomplished. No one this famous. No one this beautiful. I had no idea how to handle myself around her.

  Luckily, Amber was more than willing to take charge.

  "Well, show me then," she prompted.

  "Show you?"

  "That you're still wearing my panties," Amber grinned. "Take your pants off and show me." I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I wanted to undress in her presence, of course I did. But not like this. Still, Amber wanted what she wanted, and I was afraid that if I didn't give it to her, she'd send me away. So without another word, I unfastened my pants and pulled them down. My shame only grew as Amber burst out laughing, delighting in the sight of my bulging cock straining against the panties.

  "Oh my God," she spluttered, "you did it! You wore my jizz-soaked panties all night, didn't you?"

  "Yes," I said.

  “That’s so pathetic. But you’ll do anything to be with me, won’t you?”

  "Yes," I said again. Amber chuckled at my response as I cringed in embarrassment before her. She was right, of course. That was the problem. That shameful truth was what had drawn me there against my better judgment. But even more shameful to me was the fact that this bizarre game of humiliation wasn't just a price I was willing to pay to be with one of the world's most beautiful women. The most shameful thing of all was that all this kinky stuff made her even more desirable to me.

  "Good. There's the only way this is going to work. I'm in charge here, understand? You're here to do as you're told."

  "Okay," I whispered, my voice cracking as I spoke. Amber's high heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she slowly circled me, close enough to touch, her perfume moving over us both in a cloud of sweetness that rose from her beautiful body. The silk fabric of her dress hissed against the leather of her boots, and everything about her intoxicated me, as though every cell of my body was reaching out for her the way plant reaches toward the sun.

  "Take all your clothes off," Amber ordered. "Except for the panties. Those stay on for now." Without a word, I did as I was told. My clothes dropped to the floor as I kicked off my shoes and shed what I was wearing. And Amber watched everything with that sly smile on her gorgeous face, her beautiful eyes glittering with delight as I hurried to do her bidding. In no time at all, I was standing in front of her naked but for her panties, my hard cock creating a ridiculous bulge agains
t the thin fabric.

  "Look at you," Amber grinned. Her dress parted as she took a step forward, only the slightest scrap of silk hiding her pussy for me as she took my cock in her hand. She rubbed her hand over the front of the panties, caressing my cock and balls through the fabric, and I groaned in pleasure as she toyed with me. I reached out for her, feeling the soft silk of her dress in my hands as I held her hips and pulled her closer. But Amber's face darkened. I winced as she suddenly squeezed my balls, pain blooming in the pit of my stomach as I stared at her in shock.

  “Did I say you could touch me?”

  "No," I gasped, snatching my hands back as she continued to squeeze my balls mercilessly.

  "No, I didn't," Amber said, staring deep into my eyes as she spoke. I squirmed on the spot, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I resisted the urge to push her hand away. Finally, she released her grip. My hands shot protectively to my groin to cover myself, while Amber turned and strode across the hotel room. While my balls ached dully, I watched her go, her red dress trailing out behind her and her high heels echoing on the floor with every step. Pain in my testicles or not, she still looked absolutely divine to me as she disappeared through the open door to the bedroom. I stayed where I was, terrified of doing the wrong thing. And in only a moment, Amber reappeared. The sly smile was back on her face as she swayed her way across the hotel room toward me. She raised one hand, and I gulped as I saw what it contained. A pair of steel handcuffs dangled from her painted fingers as she approached. My cock pressed itself against the panties that barely contained it as she stood in front of me again.

  "This should stop you from getting handsy again," Amber grinned. She reached out for my right hand, and I instinctively snatched it away. Amber fixed me with a stare, raising her eyebrows meaningfully. That was all it took. She didn't even need to say a word. She reached for my arm again, and this time I let her snap one of the cuffs on to my wrist. Holding the cuff, Amber stepped behind me, dragging my arm to the small of my back. I drew a trembling breath as she pulled my other arm behind my back and locked my wrists together. I didn't even know this woman, and now I was even more defenseless against her that I had been before. It was thrilling to be this beautiful woman's captive.

  "That's better," Amber smiled as she stepped back in front of me again. "Now, show me you know your place. Down." As she spoke, she pointed to the floor at her feet, and I knew what she wanted. Awkwardly, I lowered myself down until I was kneeling on the floor in front of her. Amber loomed above me now, a tall woman made even taller by the sky-high heels of her thigh-high boots. Her hands were on her hips again, her toned thigh showing in the slit of her dress, and my mouth watered as I thought of what lay just behind the red silk fabric. I heard Amber's boots creak as she shifted her weight, her silk dress shimmering wherever it touched the enticing curves of her beautiful body. The woman was unbelievably gorgeous, and she knew it. As I gazed at this beauty from my knees, she looked more like a goddess than ever.

  "I have to say, I've been looking forward to this," Amber said. "All the while sitting through that movie, I was so turned on. I was worried I was going to stain my dress, I was getting so wet. Just thinking about you and the things I made you do. The things I'm going to make you do. Thinking about you staring up at me while you jerked your pathetic dick and squirted your cum all over my boot. You see any cum stains down there?"Amber's boot creaked again as she moved one foot toward me. I stared at the red leather that gripped her leg tightly, fitting her like a second skin.

  “No,” I said.

  "Well, better to make sure. Lick it clean." I gazed up at Amber, my mouth open. She stared me down, her beautiful face blank and impassive. She was serious. She wanted me to disgrace myself again, and I was in no position to refuse. As my cock surge desperately, ignored for now, I bent forward, lowering my face toward the floor. And Amber stood still above me, watching as I ran my tongue over her boot. I heard a faint chuckle of amusement from her as I groveled at her feet, running my tongue over the soft expensive leather. I had never in my life imagined that something so degrading could be so sexy. But kneeling at Amber's feet licking her boots was one of the most erotic experiences of my life up to that point. As my cock surged frantically in the tight prison of Amber's panties, I felt lightheaded with lust and found myself wondering if it were possible for me to climax right there and then, just from the pure humiliation and desire I was feeling.

  “Good boy,” Amber cooed above me, turning her foot slightly so that I could reach more of her boot. “You’re learning. Look at you, dressed up in panties and licking my boots. Maybe I’ll keep you as my personal boot boy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes,” I gasped, raising my mouth an inch from the leather that shone in front of me to reply to her before returning to my task. Amber’s laughter was as humiliating as it was sexy.

  “You and lots of other losers like you,” she mocked. “You know how lucky you are to be in the same room as me right now?”

  “Yes, I do,” I panted. Amber sighed happily as I kissed her foot, swept up in a humiliating passion as I kneeled at her feet.

  "Good. Don't forget it. I can replace you like that." Amber snapped her fingers imperiously as she spoke. "There's millions of other guys who'd be happy to worship my boots and serve me in any way I choose. So you better do a good job of pleasing me if you want to see me again."

  "Of course," I panted. Amber's words echoed in the dark space of my skull, and I didn't doubt that she was telling the truth. All I wanted was to serve her, to keep worshiping her like the goddess she so clearly was. As scared as I was of what this wicked woman might be planning to do to me, the thing I feared the most was her sending me away. That was the one threat I couldn't abide. And so I kissed and licked her boots with humble passion while she gloated above me, reveling in her unquestionable power over me.

  "Okay. That's enough of that for now. Up. Look at me." Staying on my knees, I straightened up, rising to look at my new mistress. She was smiling again, delighted with my humble obedience. And as she stepped forward, placing one hand on my head, her other hand swept her dress out of the way. All at once, she was in front of me, the delicate folds of her lips like the petal of some fragrant flower moist with dew. The thought of her sitting through the premiere of her movie naked under the dress while I wore her panties had haunted me the whole time I was cleaning up the lobby, and I was reminded again of her outrageous kinkiness as she stood over me. She pulled my head toward her as she stepped forward, and I gratefully pressed my mouth against her sex. For the second time that night, I tasted her juices, and they were even more delicious than I remembered. I heard her moan softly as I ran my tongue over her pussy, and my cock urged in response. Amber's thighs were soft and warm against my cheek as I licked her, chasing her warm wetness while the sounds of her pleasure grew in the room.

  Amber's thigh brushed my cheek as she raised one foot, and I moaned as I felt the pointed toe of her boot sliding over the bulge of my cock in the panties that I wore. The soft leather felt like heaven on my shaft, even through the feminine underwear that I wore. I moaned against her pussy, and Amber moaned too, her hand on the back of my head keeping me in place as I pleasured her, and she pleasured me.

  "That's right, you little bitch," she growled in a voice that dripped with pleasure. "Keep licking my pussy while you hump my boot like a horny little puppy. You need to be trained. Maybe I should put you on a leash and keep you around to make out with my cunt whenever I feel the need." Wordlessly, I groaned again at the image. There was nothing this woman couldn't make me do, and we both know it. The thought of further humiliation to come, of being leashed and trained like an animal, of being her sexual pet, made my cock throb desperately in her panties.

  I wasn't the only one. The hotel room rang with the increasingly loud sounds of Amber's pleasure as I licked and kissed her delicious pussy. Her juices streamed over my face, and I gulped them down gratefully, as though I'd never tasted anythin
g more delicious in my life. I could feel her moisture dripping over my cheeks, over my chin, pooling on the floor beneath us. And her wet walls tightened around my invading tongue as her pussy spasmed in pleasure. Amber was going to cum. I felt as though I'd never wanted anything more in my life than to be part of her orgasm. I felt as though nothing had ever mattered more than that she cum in my mouth. And when I felt her fingers tighten on the back of my head, I knew the moment had arrived.

  Amber threw back her head and howled in pleasure, her eyes closed momentarily as her body trembled. I felt the tight spasm of her pussy against my lips, and I gulped thirstily as her juices poured into my mouth, driving me wild with desire as I slurped them up gratefully. The flood of her climax came faster than I could drink it; I felt more of her juices dripping from my chin to the floor below.

  Finally, Amber sighed. She pushed my head away, and as I gazed up at her, I saw the fire that burned in her beautiful eyes. The fire of passion that her orgasm had done nothing to sate, that had only fueled the conflagration. But as her warm juices still dripped from my face, Amber seemed to recover herself. She stepped back, and a sly smile spread across her face as she saw the small puddle of her passion on the hardwood floor. Amber stepped into it, then raised her foot toward my face. She stood on one leg with perfect balance, her other leg raised in front of me with her cum shining on the sole of her boot.

  "Lick it up," she ordered. "Don't waste a drop." And I did as I was told. Amber cackled in triumph as I licked the sole of her boot, gazing all the while along the length of her booted leg to see her watching me. In that moment, I didn't care that she had been wearing those boots all night, that she had been walking around outside in them. It didn't matter. They were a part of her, and that made them worthy of worship. That made them almost sacred to me. My cock ached with masochistic desire as I humbled myself before her again.

  Finally, Amber lowered her foot to the floor again. She pointed at the puddle that shone on the hardwood beneath her.