First Time Meeting in Cleveland – Part 2

My shemale mistress finally got to my room at the end of the hallway, and luckily for me, no one had come out of their rooms to see me crawling behind her on a leash and collar. When she got into the room and closed the door, she dropped the leash of the floor and went to sit in the chair across the room. She crossed her long legs and lit a cigarette while I was still on my hands and knees where she left me. Once she had taken a few drags from her cigarette, she told me to stand up and to strip.

She was slightly smiling as I stripped for her because she could still tell that I was nervous. When I was naked, she instructed me to crawl to her. My stiff cock was rubbing against my thighs as I crawled across the floor, stopping at her feet. She held out her hand, and I knew that she wanted the leash back. Without being told, I lowered my head and picked the leash up with my teeth and placed it in her hand. She yanked on the leash to lift up my head and blew her smoke into my face.

She knew from our emails that I had a foot fetish. She pointed to her foot, and I lowered my head to start kissing the arch of her stocking foot. She pulled on the leash to have me kiss my way up her long leg and she flicked her cigarette ashes on me. When I got to her knee, she grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head to the inside of her thigh. I managed to steal a glance up her skirt from this position, and I could see a hugh bulge in her panties and pantyhose. My cock was starting to drip precum at this point; I wanted to be kissing her big cock through her panties and pantyhose before wrapping my lips around it.

While I was kissing my way up to her bulge, the phone in my room rang. My heart almost beat out of my chest – it had to be my wife calling me at my hotel room. I told my mistress that I needed to answer the phone. She picked up the phone herself and held it up to my ear so I could talk. She was standing behind me while I was still down on my hands and knees talking on the phone while my shemale mistress was holding the receiver. It was difficult to keep my compsure while talking to my wife, especially when my shemale mistress reached down and squeezed my balls. I should have just told my wife what I was doing so I could start sucking on my mistress’ big cock, but the wife finally said goodnight.

To be continued in Part 3 …