I could tell as soon as I met you that you were my type. Platinum blonde hair, skin like snow, a ruby dress that screamed that you wanted to be fucked. I had to have you. Now that you were in my hotel room, I had to just admire you as you slipped your heels off and let a shoulder of your dress fall. My fingers fumblas they unbutton my shirt, taking longer than I’d have liked to get undressed. You walk to my, pushing me into the armchair by the window.
Leaning over to finish undressing me I can see down the front of your dress, your bra matching the dress in color and keeping your supple breasts hidden from view. Down to my underwear, stretched by my erection, you turn and begin to dance to some unheard music, lowering yourself and grinding on my crotch.
As your dress rides up I can see that you’re not even wearing panties, further making me ache for you. I unzip the back of your dress as we both let it fall away from you. You kick it down and across the floor, freeing your movements. My boxers become wet as you grind on me, a mixture of both of our yearning bodies.
When I unhook your bra with a snap, you turn to face me, showing off your perfect tits. They can’t be bigger than a C cup, but they’re as perky as I’ve ever seen breasts. I pull my underwear off, letting my dick stand freely. You dance for me again, facing me this time while you crawl onto me and press my face into your boobs.
Your slender fingers wrap around my cock, guiding it to your body. Your pussy is warm and wet against me and you drag your open lips up and down my shaft, playing with the head as your snatch grinds up and down on me. If it feels this good from the outside, I can’t wait to feel inside of it.
I’m not sure how long we’ve been making out when you shift slightly and guide my dick into your tight cunt with a moan from me and a sharp cry from you. I can feel how big I am for you as you try and catch your breathe. Your teeth clench as you let yourself slide deeper onto me. You cry out again when I feel your cervix with the tip of my cock. I still have inches left before I’m all the way in you but I’m not sure you can handle it. Gently pulling yourself up I can see your pale skin contrasts with the bright rosey color your skin has become around your snatch. You ease back and forth a few times to loosen yourself up a bit before finding a slow rhythm.
“I want you to use me,” you whisper in my ear. “Make me your slut. Make a mess of me.” Your teeth drag down my ear before you get up and stand in front of me, rubbing your pussy in anticipation. I can do that. A sadistic gleam is in your eyes by the time I’ve made my way to you.
I push you against the desk, lifting you by your hips onto it. My fingers fill your sopping snatch as my other hand grips your throat. “You’re cunt may be between your legs, but it’s mine, do you understand?” Your head bobs in agreement. Pulling my fingers from you I wipe them off on my cock, lubing it up a bit. I insert the head of my throbbing meat into you and shove hard. You muffle a scream with your hands as I fuck you rapidly, feeling how much of a task it is for you to take me.
I can feel myself bouncing off of your cervix as I try to go deeper, gradually getting all of the way inside your tight pussy. That sadistic look in your eye has spread to your smile as your head leans back and your legs wrap around me.
“Fuck yes, that hurts so much,” you whimper. “Keep going,” I turn you around and press you against the glass window. Your breasts splayed across the cold glass for the city below to see. I shove my cock back into your raw snatch and start fucking you harder.
“See all of those people down there?” I ask while pulling your head back by your hair. “They can all see what a slut you are. They can see me fucking you and you taking it deep.” You moan and allow your body to be pressed harder onto the glass.
“I’m just your little slut, daddy,” you say in a whimper. “I’m yours to use.” Your words only make me fuck faster, making your knees buckle as you cum. “Fuck yes!” You gasp out as mascara runs from your eyes. “Fuck yes, fuck my sweet pussy,” your words trail off into moans as I continue to pound you until I shove harder and deeper one last time, filling your hole with my sticky jizz. “Ohh!” You cry out in surprise. My cream spills down your leg when I pull out.
You lay on the bed gasping for air as your fingers delicately play with my cum on and in you. You giggle and taste it, winking at me. “Did I use you enough, or do you want me to make it even harder for you to walk tomorrow?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aly5lz/hotel_slut_intense_part_1