I’m in the city for work. You answered my r/randomactofblowjob post. We e-click (pun intended ;-)). We meet in public at the hotel bar, so that we both feel safe. You’re nervous. So am I. But we’re both relieved that we recogize each other from our pics. Sure, we both worked the angles and lighting a little bit, but it’s no bait and switch… A couple years back, I was once mistaken for Danillo Gallinari – I was sitting down. But I’m *only* 6’ tall. Athletically built. Boyish face. Scruffy beard. Glasses. If anything, I think you look better in real life. Cuter. Intriguing. You wear a playful sundress. Modest, but it highlights your figure. I noticed a tattoo peeking out from the hem. I ask if I can see it. Without a beat, you say, “maybe, if you play your cards right.” You blush at you own forwardness. I smile. You compliment me on my dimple. It’s now my turn to blush. We get a drink, exchange some banter. You make me laugh. You bite your lower lip. That’s all I need. I discreetly place a hand on your thigh. You take it and move it up higher. Without a word, I take your hand and lead you to the elevator. Door closes, DING. We’re at each other. Kissing passionately, hands wandering. DING. Someone else gets in. We jump apart. Double blush time. Elevator goes up. Stranger gets off. We laugh and ease into another, gentler kiss. DING. I lead you to the door, fumble for the card key, and drop it. You bend over, a bit tauntingly, and pick it up. I sneak a peak. You open the door. Now you take me by the hand and lead me to the bed. You simply tell me, “Sit.” I obey. You drop to your knees. You look up at me and smile. I’m nervous. You can tell. And you love it. It emboldens you. You unbuckle my belt. You order me, “Stand.” I do. You pull down my pants, along with my briefs. All in one. I spring out. Still fully clothed yourself, you giggle. You like what you see. Or at least I hope you do. I’m about 7” long. Almost 6’ girth. Neat, clean and trimmed. And by now, fully erect, throbbing as your eyes bounce between me and my hovering dick. All you say is “Now sit.” Again, I obey. You hands run up the inside of my thighs. You still haven’t touched me. You’re teasing me. Your fingernails trace my skin, sending a shiver up my legs. You tickle my balls. I twitch in anticipation. Then you grab me, you can barely wrap your hand around my entire shaft. You bring your lips tantilizing close to my head. You breathe on it. You take in a light musk. That scent that you secretly crave. Then you wrap your lips around my head. I groan in delight and throw my head back as you gently take me deep, then deeper. You start working my cock with your hand and mouth, jerking me off in a screwdriver motion, swirling your tongue around my head. I’m in ecstacy. Your free hand tugs on my balls, tickling them as you work on me faster and faster…….
I would like to say I lasted long. I would like to say that I held back and admired your skills for an hour… But it’s too intense. And it’s been too long… “I’m gonna cum…” is all I can say. You go deeper on me than you ever have, and just as I explode in pleasure, you pull off of me, jerking me off as fast as you can onto your cleavage. I moan as rope after rope coats your chest… Then I collapse back on the bed. You grab a towel and clean yourself off. “That was pretty quick,” you rib me. “Want me to make it up to you?” I ask. “I thought this was only supposed to be for you?” you demur. “Well I know you didn’t wear that sundress for nothing.” I stand up and and wrap my arm around you, as I look mischeviously into your eyes. I slide my hand from the small of your back, down your ass, and up under your skirt. You gasp. “Turn around.” I command you. You obey. “Bend over.” You glance back at me, a little hestitant. “You won’t regret it,” I calmly encourage you. You bend over, your arms resting on the bed. I position myself behind you. I slowly lift your skirt. You’re not wearing panties. Your engorged labia are pushed between your legs. I give a soft little bite to your ass. You yelp and giggle. Then I run my tongue up and down your labia. You shiver in excitement. “Spread your legs.” You widen your stance. Your clit works its way into view. I tease it with my tongue as I slip a finger into you, working you in and out. My tongue dances around your clit. You’re wet. So wet. Practically dripping down your legs. You taste amazing. Like salted honey. As I work my fingers and tongue on you, you shiver and twitch. You’re getting close. “Faster….deeper” you tell me. “Faster!” I obey. I’m rubbing your clit furiously. Like a mad guitar solo. You whole body seems to ripple. You groan. And then you arch your back and cum so hard your legs quake. You can barely stand up. You collapse forward onto the bed. “Pretty quick,” I suggest. “I’m not done,” you say. You stand and pull your sundress off over your head and lie down on your back. You grab me by the hair on the back of my head and bring my mouth back to your cunt. You grind your hips against my mouth, holding my head, demanding to control the tempo. I slip a hand up your side and pinch your nipple. My other hand grabs your ass. You come again. You come hard. You push me away in ecstacy. You catch your breath. You look up and see that I’m ready again, already throbbing in lust. “Give me a minute.” You say.
You get up and walk to the bathroom. I admire your ass. You drink a glass of water, then bring me one. I chug it, and before I’m done, your lips are already wrapped around my cock. I lay back and let you bob up and down on me. You tease my balls with your fingernails. Your tongue swirls around my head. You have quite a few moves. I massage your breasts as you go to town on me. My hand wanders. You moan. I guide your hips toward me. Your body gets more parallel to mine, like a compass closing… I slowly tease your clit with my finger. You moan loader. I guide your hips even closer to me. You groan more. You circle your tongue around my balls, as I slip my head between your legs. We feast on each other. I put a couple fingers inside of you, pressed up against your G-spot as you do your best to deepthroat me. But I’m thick and it’s not easy. You gasp for breath. You suck my balls and jerk me off as you buck against my chin. You’re getting close. You grind harder against me. I’m starting to throb, you feel I’m close. You practically scream as you shove my cock back into your mouth just as you come against my face. That sets me off. I moan as I start to come. A rope of cum hits you in the back of the throat. You wrap your lips tight around my head as you jerk me off, milking the last of my cum into your mouth. You turn around and give me a cummy smile, then swallow and collapse on my body as I playfully slap your ass. We lie their motionless, exhausted, you on top of me. I decide to rub your feet as you casually play with my balls. We look at each other, blissed out, and smile. “I have a confession to make,” I say. You tense just slightly, prepared for the worst. “I love watching reality TV after sex. Bad reality TV.” “Like how bad?” you ask. “Like “Flava of Love” bad.” You smile complicitly. “Oh, it’s on.” You grab the remote and we turn on hotel cable and get under the covers, naked. We can’t find a Flava of Love re-run. But we settle into a glorious episode of Pawn Stars. Then you hit me with, “Now *I* have a confession to make.” “You can tell me anything.” I say playfully. “I’m fucking hungry,” you state. And that settles it. We order pizza. So now it’s pizza and reality TV, naked in bed…
This is the first true break of the night, but not the last… To be continued.
But most importantly, I’ll be back in the city again in a couple weeks. If you wanna get together, drop me a line.
TL;DR – Hotel. Sexy time. Repeat? HMU.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8m65zv/random_acts_mf_nyc