Becoming Her

Chirp! "Let me watch you. I wanna see what a bad girl you are." I stared at the text message. A flirtation at work had blossomed into something I never imagined—complete with a proposition. One I had all too eagerly agreed to. Now, I sat in a dimly lit hotel room. Outside, the city bustled—people mingling, laughing, living their lives—completely oblivious to my evening plans. Excitement coursed through my veins, pooling between my thighs. He wasn’t even here yet, and my body was already buzzing. Tonight, in this room, I would shed the good girl persona that some people—those who didn’t know better—believed I wore. I would become who I really was. The only woman I truly knew. A knock at the door. “Come in,” I said, poised on the bed in nothing but my lingerie. He filled the doorway when he walked in—lean at the waist, broad at the shoulders, his presence all commanding masculinity. A tailored suit clung to every right place, the black turtleneck beneath adding a layer of quiet elegance. I bit my lower lip. Seeing him outside of work—so polished, so put together—was strange and exhilarating. A well-dressed man was its own kink. One I adored. He moved to the chair placed at the foot of the bed and sat, casually and powerfully. I smiled. My hands slid lazily over my thighs. I nearly wished it had been his touch instead. But that was the point of tonight. My pulse quickened as his dark eyes devoured me, drinking in every curve and contour. My bra cups left little to the imagination, and I warmed under the heat of his gaze. He looked at me like a man starving. The bed was plush beneath me, making everything feel even more indulgent. “Hi,” I breathed. I giggled and leaned forward slightly. “Do you want to see a little show?” He nodded. That single motion made me giggle again—half nerves, half electric excitement. The combination was addictive. Goosebumps scattered across my skin as I began to touch myself, groping my breasts and giving them a playful shake for his viewing pleasure. We’d gone from sexting coworkers to this in under a week. There was no going back. Not that I wanted to. Somehow, he’d seen right through the modest pencil skirt and freshly pressed blouse. He knew what I wanted—what I craved. And now, he was giving me the space to become it. Nothing else mattered. The world had shrunk to just us. My fantasy. His voyeurism. “Begin whenever you’re ready, baby,” he said, his voice deep and velvety. My breasts filled my hands—soft, warm, familiar. I had always loved them: the lush weight, the way they responded to my touch. They jiggled as I teased them, and I loved how turned on I felt by my own body. I slid a bra cup down and freed one for his eyes. He raised an eyebrow. I smirked. I brought my fingers to my lips, wet them, and circled my n****e with the slick warmth. It pebbled instantly. My skin ached to know what his mouth would feel like. Would he tease me the same way I was teasing him now? His lips looked capable of making me come with just a suck and a graze. I released the other breast. My imagination ran wild—him dragging his stubble across the peaks, biting gently. I squeezed both mounds, pinching and rubbing their tips. The sharp edge of pain cut straight to my core. I moaned. He shifted slightly in his chair. Oh, this was going to be so much fun… Widening my legs, I leaned forward a little, continuing to taunt with a shimmy. His stare was predatory but restrained. Like a lion waiting for the right moment to strike. The low light caught the highlights in his hair. How could he dare to look even more handsome tonight? Would he want to slide his c**k between my t**s? Was he imagining that right now? How soft I would feel enveloping him. How my flesh would shake as he f****d my chest. I hoped so. I wanted him to desire every part of me. I slipped the straps off my shoulders and popped the clasp, discarding it. Fantasies of how much I wanted him had been my companion for months. He had owned so many of my orgasms and now would be privy to them. I caught a n****e between my fingers and clamped down hard. The yearning to show him my shamelessness, the wanton side of me that craved pain, coursed through me. Memories of their texts came to mind. How he had tormented me with his desire to throw me over his knees and beat me. My cheeks burned. It felt good to be bad, to be lewd and exposed. What would people say if they knew about this? The good Catholic girl I had been, with my legs wide as my coworker watched. It made me ache just thinking about it. The humiliation. The disapproval. The disgrace. It drove me lust further. I imagined his fly down, his thick c**k gripped in his hands. How did he like it? Would his fist move slow, savouring every moment, or would the sight of me be too much and have him f*****g his hand with want? Was he the type to remain stoic or would he moan like a w***e himself whilst jerking? Envisioning it almost felt better than witnessing. I twisted my n*****s and groaned loudly. My hands slipped down my body and cupped my needy cunt. The gusset of my panties was already sopping wet, reminding me what a slut I truly was. I took the front of my mesh thong and pulled it up, the crotch working its way between my plump labia. The fabric nudged my swollen c**t as I humped against it for a moment. My body was crying out for a c**k, but I needed to deny myself just a bit longer. Make the foreplay last. The fact he did little more than shift in his seat brought me so much pleasure. He wasn't allowed to touch. Only to watch. To feast his eyes on what a slut I really was. Turning over, I repositioned myself, ass facing him. I glanced over my shoulder at him, finding his hand now resting on his crotch. That made me smile. He deserved a reward for displaying his desire so openly. I reached back and grabbed the thong, pulling it up further between my cheeks. The fabric stroked my asshole and taint. The caress added another sensation of exposure to the evening. I whimpered. It felt so naughty and good. No man had ever touched me there. I had been taught all my life how wrong that was, which made spreading my ass for him to see even more enticing. Maybe he could be the first… Once I was finished teasing him. After gripping and manhandling my backside, I pulled the thong to the side and fully showed myself to him. My warm scent wafted up to meet my nose. Could he smell me in the air as well? Could he tell beyond my glistening p***y as I held it open how much I enjoyed this? Unable to continue denying myself, I massaged soft circles around my drenched entrance before rising to my knees. Sinking down some, I jutted out my ass and shook it gleefully. Visions of riding him, cowgirl style, filled my mind. I reached back and spread my cheeks before bouncing some against the bed. Showing him what he couldn't touch. Provocative little giggles filled the air again. I was enjoying this so much. The power. The captive audience. I could understand why women would want to do this for a living. Being so desirable was intoxicating. I pulled my panties down, turning around to raise my legs and fully shuck them off. I felt like a porn star. For a brief moment, I imagined I was. With crew members standing around to watch me as well. All their d***s straining against their trousers because they wanted me more than anyone. A camera capturing every moment of my sheer sluttiness. My legs fell open. The scenario of being recorded held fast to me. I caressed my slit with my panties, getting my scent all over them like some sort of animal marking its territory before tossing them aside to spread open my labia with both hands. When my pink wetness was exposed, he tightened his hold on his bulge. "Be a good boy." I chuckled, then gathered some spit on my hand to rub into my c**t. Moans and whimpers connected their bodies as I gently touched myself. My shaven cunt was so soft beneath my hand. My eyes closed as I gave fully into it. The main event finally arrived. My head fell back whilst I pinched my n*****s once again. My cunt jolted from the combined sensations. I daydreamed about his c**k. Would it be fat and thick? Average? Long? Would he bottom out and make me scream with every forceful thrust? Would he keep true to his word and spank me? Would he bend me over his desk at work, use me, and leave his c*m dribbling down my thigh? How would his body feel under my touch? I itched to trail my fingers over his muscles, to learn the terrain of his form. To kneel down and caress my face against his soft sac before worshipping his d**k. I rubbed my n*****s in tandem with my c**t. My lust rose higher as fantasies flooded my mind. Bringing fingers to my mouth, I tasted herself before slipping them into my aching hole. My gaze locked on him. He openly kneaded his erection now. I had given up any pretense of wanting him to stop. With a nod, he lowered his zipper and freed himself. Another finger joined the first, eliciting a gasp as my digits spread me open. My moans rose in octave. Could any of the neighbours hotel guests hear? Would my sounds of pleasure cause them to slide a hand into their own trousers? I ached. I loved that notion. That men everywhere would hear me and be unable to stop touching themselves. Hands slipping up and down their naughty c***s all because of me. My toes curled. I opened my legs wider, rubbing my labia with both hands. So f*****g aroused. I bit my lip and bit back the plea for him to take me onto the balcony and f**k me in view of anyone who would watch. My fingers found home back inside. My t**s shook as I fingerfucked myself, edging to last as long as possible. I collected more saliva, letting it drop down filthily to my slit as he watched. I wanted my p***y messy, soaked. Wanted him to see the real me, the slut I kept hidden. Ah, f**k. "There you go, baby." His voice caressed me like a silken sheet. My c**t pulsed as I took in the sight of him, leisurely stroking his big c**k. The scenario was so beyond erotic and arousing. My hands found my t**s once more, cupping and kneading. "Do you want to see something more?" I asked. He nodded. Wishing my mouth was on him, I sucked my fingers like a d**k as the other hand danced around my c**t. Then, I unveiled the vibrator resting on the bed beside me. Opening my mouth, I made love to it with my tongue, hoping he imagined himself in its place. Soon, buzzing filled the space between them as I clicked the toy on. The sensations were immediate and intense, pulsing through my aching nub as I danced it around my vulva and down the inside of my thighs. The lighting caught the precome gracing his tip. His thumb smeared over it, bringing it down to his shaft as he played. I trailed the toy to my n*****s and down my soft belly, watching him intensely as I worked my vibrator over my c**t and slipped my finger back inside. Every fantasy I had envisioned since the night began culminated in my mind. I wanted men fisting their c***s, ears pressed against the wall to hear. Hotel staff in the hall, unable to resist and playing with themselves on the clock. I wanted to be taken outside and f****d for the city to see. I wanted my desires exposed, my shame amplified. I curled my finger just right to hit that sweet spot inside, petting and stroking my front wall. Warmth built at the base of my spine. My neck arched. My moans grew louder, more audacious. I locked my gaze back on him. He looked so sexy, his hand pleasuring himself as his dark stare feasted on me. It was too much to take. My hips lifted off the mattress, but I forced myself to keep the vibrator going. To climax as many times as possible. Even when every muscle in my body and my sensitive c**t begged me to stop. I fingered myself with more fervor, clenching around it once more before pulling out. My thighs and ass trembled as I finally met my last release. Riding it out, I sucked my finger clean as I traced the vibrator around my labia once more. Small aftershocks coursed through my system, causing little twitches of sensation. I sucked the toy clean, giggling and moaning softly as I devoured my lust from it. Soon, I hoped, I would be doing the same to his c**k after I spent p***y came all over it. I discarded the toy and slipped a finger between my folds. My sensitive body jerked a little from the extra attention. I continued to play in my wetness for a moment, before sitting up to regard him once more. His palm remained on his erection as he stroked it slowly. "So, I hope you enjoyed my show." I blew him a kiss and smiled.