Let her in on what's happening.

I take great pleasure in watching her body convulse helplessly in the clutches of **** ecstasy for a full minute or so, but I know she can only take so much at a time. I want to be able to savor this whole process.

I dial down both vibrators until they turn off completely, offering Emma some much-needed relief. Her orgasm quickly fades and her body goes limp in her restraints, barely moving beyond the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathes frantically though her nose, her brain likely slightly deprived of oxygen after all that.

I touch her thigh reassuringly. She purrs into her gag, believing it to be over. That would have been a fun time to end it for her. What a nice surprise from her boyfriend. Fun and exciting and naughty and intense.

Too bad. I grin to myself and draw a large black marker from my bag. With it, I draw two tick-marks just inside her right hip at the top of her thigh. Two orgasms. We can do better than that.

Her clit might be tired from all the stimulation, but her pussy is still her only empty hole. I take off my own clothes and climb up into the bed between her legs spread wide. The smell of her sex is strong and heavy. She's absolutely drenched her panties. Slut.

Without any ceremony, I tug the crotch of her panties to the side and rub my swollen cockhead against her hot wet slit. She wants it. Her whole body strains to move closer to me. So I oblige her, piercing her folds in a slow motion. Shes wet and tight and feels amazing.

I take her huge tits in my hands and gently massage them, savoring the soft flesh, supple yet firm. She responds positively to my touch, pushing out her chest slightly and making pleased little noises behind her gag. I begin to gently rock back and forth, dragging my thick cock across her most sensitive spot in firm gentle motions, gradually deepening my thrust but keeping the whole motion gentle so she can still hear my whisper.

Before the big reveal, I can't help but tease her a little more. I lean over and whisper anonymously again. "You really are a needy little slut, aren't you? I bet you would love it if I invited a few of my friends over here to have their way with you while you're all tied up and blindfolded. No idea who's touching you, no idea who's fucking you. You don't care. You just want it all. I bet you'd even like it."

Emma starts moving her hips as I speak, like she's getting desperately turned on by my words. "Oh, you do like that, huh?" I squeeze her left tit hard enough to **** a muffled sound from her and I slap it sharply. She jumps in her bonds. "Answer me."

She nods emphatically.

I raise my voice to conversational volume. "I knew it. I knew it, and now you're going to know it."

She immediately tenses when she realizes I'm not who she thinks I am. She makes some unintelligible noises into her gag and pulls on her restraints a little bit but we both know she's helpless. She'd have no way of knowing who I am, of course. She can wrack her brain all she wants but she won't know my voice.

I give her nipples a little pinch and then start fucking her for real. It's my turn to have a little fun. I set a quick rhythm that makes her juicy tits bounce for my viewing pleasure.

I can only imagine what's going on in Emma's head. She's processing everything that's happened, trying to get a clear picture of her situation. She's in a hotel room getting fucked by a stranger, tightly bound and gagged. No one knows where she is, no one has any way to track her down. She did this to herself. She's alone and helpless and at my mercy, and she's already come twice.