It’s happening, it’s finally happening. Months of anticipation building up to this moment… I can feel my heart thudding through my chest as if it’s trying to break free, my breath becoming staggered at the thought of what’s to come, what’s just around the corner. My hands grip tightly at the steering wheel and my thighs tense up, trembling in excitement and longing. I can’t wait to reach my destination. Will he be there waiting for me? Or will I be the first to arrive at our room? My mind buzzes, wandering over all of the possibilities that tonight can bring.
“Just keep driving, Em. Stop getting worked up and distracted by excitement. Focus!” I scold at myself, pulling myself out of my own daydream.
My breathing becomes increasingly staggered as I pull into the hotel car park and find a space. As soon as the car engine stops, I’m looking in the mirror. I fluff my thick, shiny hair to look sexy-messy, pinch my cheeks so they’re a rosy innocent red and apply a thin layer of lipgloss to make my plump lips inviting. Just as I start to gather my overnight bag which is on the seat next to me, my phone pings. I glance over nonchalantly and unaware, my heart races as I see his name, and my stomach tenses. Is he here? I unlock my phone and open his message.
“I’m running a bit late, Em. Traffic! I’ve already called the restaurant and they’ve moved our reservation back by 2 hours. Dinner is now at 6pm. I’m sorry. Please don’t worry, I’ll be there. I’ve been waiting far too long for this…”
I should be disappointed, but I’m not. The anticipation is unbelievable, is he teasing me? Part of me wonders if he’s hesitating… I doubt it, we’ve talked about this moment nonstop. He said it himself, he’s been waiting far too long, and god knows so have I. I’ve spent many days and nights masturbating at the thought of him, and the feeling is definitely mutual as he likes to tell me… Damn it! Stop overthinking, Em!
Suddenly relief swarms over me, I have time to get changed, freshen up and look my best before his eyes get to explore me for the first time. I can look my best for the man I’ve been lusting after for so long. I think this might be a blessing in disguise.
I shake my head and laugh, grab my bags, hop out of the car and make my way to the hotel lobby. I walk up to the front desk and show my reservation to the receptionist.
“My company is running late, can you please leave his keycard here at the front desk as I’m going to be getting ready and may not hear the door if he knocks?” I ask the receptionist.
“That’s fine, ma’am. In the meantime, here’s your keycard. Room 303. The third floor. Enjoy your stay!” She smiles and hands me my keycard.
Room 303… the room where I’m going to indulge in him. ALL of him. Soon. Be patient.
I walk into the elevator, and press the button for the third floor. This is it, no going back. I’m getting closer. The elevator door pings open, I step out and follow the room numbers until I reach room 303. I find myself stood outside the door for what feels like an eternity, analysing the golden curls of the number three. I shake my head, exasperated at myself for becoming entranced in a number. How has this man made everything become so erotic for me?
I swipe my keycard and open the door. A refreshing cold hits me as I step in, I love hotel rooms. They evoke pleasure, passion and fun. And that is exactly what I am here for.
The California king size bed demands all the attention of the room and steals my gaze. I place my overnight on the bed and rummage through it, I find what I’m looking for. I pull out my red slinky dress which is just the right amount of sexy and classy, I lay it on the bed neatly, pressing the creases out. This is what I’m going to wear for dinner… his eyes will be bulging out of his head. Which is just what I want. Paired with a set of gold heels? God, this outfit will have him eating out of the palm of my hand. Lingerie to wear under? No. This dress is much too slinky and tight fitting for any underwear.
Time to freshen up. I pull my silky hair into a clip out of the way, kicking my shoes off as I walk, I pull my T-shirt off over my head and stand in front of the large wall length mirror. I reach my hands around my back, and gently unhook my black lace bra, let it slide off down my arms and watch my big, tear drop shaped breasts fall out and bounce as they drop and start to rest. I cup them in my hands, gently squeezing at the plumpness. My fingers dance around my nipples, lightly pinching and playing until my nipples harden and become hyper sensitive to every touch. Fuck. I unbutton my jeans, pull the zip down and tug aggressively so that my perfect plump round ass is exposed and set free, a black g string pulled over my hips enhances the roundness of my ass in comparison to my narrow waist. The perfect hourglass. Shimmying out of my jeans, I stand in front of the mirror in my g string. Wow, he’s in for a treat. This body is eagerly ready and waiting for him to take it. My mind races at the thought of his touch, and I feel myself getting increasingly more excited. I can feel my slit becoming increasingly slippery as my mind races, I reach my hand down and lightly stroke the outside of my g string… It’s wet through.
How can this man make me so turned on, by simply a thought?
You have time, Em. You’re going to want to take care of yourself before you meet him or you’re going to explode. I quickly yank my g string off, throw it to the side and perch my ass on the edge of the bed. Still in front of the floor length mirror, I lean back slightly and spread my legs open, insert two fingers into my mouth and suck until they’re wet then trace them down my body, tracing them over my breast, over my hips, stomach and finally, thighs. I keep stroking my thighs with the lightest of touches, until I can’t take it.
I move my fingers down to greet my wet, engorged clit which is pulsing with excitement. I start to rub gently in slow, circular motions – heavy breathing as I do so. Your cock and what I’m going to do with it, is the only thought running through my brain. My circular movements get faster, my heavy breathing turns to moaning your name slightly under my breath… I stop paying attention to my clit every now and again to slip my fingers inside my tight, wet, warm pussy which aches to be filled by you. I imagine your cock sliding in and out of me every time my fingers do… fuck, that feels good. I return to my clit, giving it my full attention. I watch myself enthusiastically playing with my clit in the mirror, providing an audience for myself.
Circling my clit at an increasing speed and pressure causing my hands to become drenched in my juices, my breath becomes shaky, and moans escape my lips in between the constant waves of pure pleasure and euphoria. My whole body starts to feel hot, heavy and euphoric. I fling my head back, and let the intense, brewing sensation fill and conquer my whole being. A raspy, growl like moan forces it’s way out in relief and fills the air with sound. Exhausted, satisfied and relieved I lay back naked onto the bed, aggressively breathing in my pleasure which is slowly subsiding. I think I’ll be able to make I through dinner now.
I scramble across the bed, still naked, lean over the edge and tug the mini fridge door open and grab a cold drink. As I slowly bring the ice cold drink to my plump lips, the condensation drops down onto my breasts, causing me to moan each time.
After recovering from my orgasm, I decide it’s time to start getting ready. I don’t have much longer to wait. I pull my tight red dress over my body. It has thin, lacey straps which show off my chest tattoo and a deep v neck which stops at my sternum, enhancing my breasts and preparing them for viewing.
The length stops just below my knees, and as the dress settles into place, my perfect ass looks magnificent. This dress shows my body shape in all its glory. I slide my feet into my gold heels, walk over to the dresser and spritz Dior J’adore perfume on all of my pulse points, enticing him into me even more. I stand in front of the same mirror I just pleasured myself, spectating at my outfit. He’s going to love it. I pull my hair out of the clip and give it one last fluff and touch up my makeup up.
I look at the time, and realise our dinner reservations aren’t far away at all, I reach for my phone and drop him a text.
“Room 303. Your keycard is at the front desk. I’m ready and waiting for you”
I’m sat on the edge of the bed aimlessly scrolling through Instagram when there’s a knock at the door. My heart starts to thud so violently I can feel it in my throat. I stand up quickly and walk towards the door and hesitate, I press my forehead against the door gently and give myself a quick pep talk, stand up straight and open the door.
And there he is. In all his glory. My eyes dance all over every part of him. He’s wearing a smart grey suit which compliments his broad shoulders, he towers over me. I look up at him, his beard frames his face perfectly. I can feel my stomach doing somersaults at the thought of his big hands wandering over my body, and at the thought of his beard tickling my thighs.
“Fuck, I want you inside me” I think to myself. Dinner is the last thing on my mind right now.
I invite him in to room 303, and he places his overnight bag on the bed next to mine. We make small talk, about how his day has been, about the traffic that made him late. As we’re talking I can see his eyes feasting on me in this red dress, and I start to tease subtly by making my breasts the focal point and stroking my chest every now and again, but I’m sure he notices. How couldn’t he? He hasn’t took his eyes off me from the second I opened the door.
I start to talk about dinner as I walk over to the bathroom sink, and he follows me. As I’m freshening up and primping my hair to look good, I feel his breath on the back of my neck, and then I feel him press his hips into me. His big, strong hands place themselves on my body, one grips my hip whilst the other moves up to my neck. He wraps his hand around my neck and pulls back so his lips are exploring the front of my neck, causing my whole body to shiver and melt into his. His hips are desperately grinding against my ass, begging for me and I can feel his cock throbbing inside his trousers and bouncing against my ass.
“Fuck dinner” he growls into my ear, as he aggressively spins me around, shoving his hands into my hair and locking lips with mine, urgently and full of raw passion. Our tongues dance together, my tongue ring massaging his tongue. His hands are running all over my ass and tits, squeezing strongly as he goes. My arms are pressed against his chest whilst we kiss, I push them under his suit jacket and tug at the buttons, ripping them. I laugh into him as I aggressively pull his jacket off and start clumsily fumbling at the buckle of his belt. In my clumsy fumble, I manage to unbuckle, quickly unzip his trousers and free his cock which is drenched in precum.
As soon as my hands grip his cock, he stops kissing me almost instantly and he presses his forehead against mine, his eyes piercing into me. He moans in complete disbelief
“Fuck, Em. I’ve wanted this for so long, you’ve no idea the torment I’ve gone through waiting for this every day…”
It’s music to my ears. He desires me in every way I want to be desired, he can’t contain himself whenever he thinks of me, he has to cum. And now, here I am. With my hands wrapped around his big cock, massaging him and feeling him throb with every stroke, precum pulsating out, soaking my hand and providing a useful slippery base for me to stroke his cock.
I drop to my knees, and his eyes widen with excitement. I look up at him, my big blue eyes piercing into him, and I wink at him playfully whilst sticking my tongue out, showing off my tongue ring. His cock bounces in anticipation. I wrap my hand around the base of his massive dick, and start lapping my tongue in circling motions around the head of his cock, his head flings back in the pure disbelief of my mouth finally being wrapped around his cock. With each enthusiastic licking of his tip, I put his cock deeper into my mouth until I’m sucking at his head, my tongue and tongue ring exploring and providing him with pure pleasure.
Then it’s time for me to show off my skills, I wrap my hands around his ass, and set the motion for him so he’s thrusting himself in and out of my throat, his hands grip my hair aggressively and tightly whilst he fucks my face and I ensure I keep eye contact with him so he can see how much I enjoy his cock filling my throat. He gets carried away, in the excitement and my once perfectly applied mascara starts to run.
Suddenly, he pulls my mouth off his cock, puts his hands under my arms and drags me up violently, smacks me on the ass and tugs my dress up to expose my pale cheeks.
“Bend over, now. I want to feel how wet you are for me” he says as he pushes me over to the bed. He pushes me down so I’m lay on my front on the bed, but I’m standing up with my ass high in the hair.
“Fuck, your ass is perfect.” He exasperates as he stares eagerly. He notices my legs are too close together, so with his foot, he gently kicks them apart so I’m in the prime position for fucking. He smacks my ass a few more times, so that he can watch my pale ass redden and bounce with every spank, and then he starts to inspect my readiness for him. He cups my pussy, and runs his fingers up and down my slit and then plunges them inside me much to my excitement, he rocks them in and out a few times as I moan and groan into the bed, my hands gripping at the bed sheets.
I pass his test, and now it’s his turn to drop to his knees and please me. As soon as his warm, eager, playful tongue starts playing with my clit, I’m done. I’m putty in his hands. I’m uncontrollably moaning and groaning his name, rocking my hips closer to him, just begging him to fuck me.
When he brings me to the edge of orgasm, he decides its time I’m allowed his cock inside my pussy.
He stands behind me, lining himself up with my pussy and starts to press against my entrance, but just as he does, he changes his mind and instead starts teasing me with his rock hard cock, rubbing it all over my clit and pussy, I can hear him moaning as he goes, his body and cock react to my movements. Pleasure rushes over my body, it’s focal point in my clit, and I growl his name desperately as he rubs his cock against me, my body can’t take it. I moan loudly into the mattress and bite the sheets in pure pleasure, just begging him to fuck me. Just as I reach the peak of my orgasm, he plunges his cock into my pussy, filling the hole up the way I’ve wanted him to do for so long. I scream his name as he slides in and out of me slowly at first, but he quickly starts picking up the pace as he responds to my pleasure and desperation for a hard, rough fuck, he reaches down and grasps both of my hips, pulling me into his cock aggressively, he’s growling and grunting as he does so.
“Tell me how much you love the feeling of my cock in your pussy, tell me how I’m the best fuck of your life” he demands.
“Fuck, your big, rock hard cock feels so good in my pussy. There’s no other feeling like it, you’re the best I’ve ever had, you’re so big. Please keep fucking me, please I need you to fuck me, I need you to fill me up with your cock and then I need you to pump me full of your cum. Please. Fuck, that feels so fucking good keep going, right there” I groan into the bed
He picks up his pace, and then his strokes start pulling in and out deeper and that’s when I know he’s going to cum, “fuck, I’m cumming” he growls as he pumps me full of his warm cum which each thrust. He leans down, and kisses my back as his cock continues to pump and pulsate inside of me, then he slowly pulls out of me, and cum starts to drop out of my pussy and drip down my leg.
“Don’t fucking waste any of it” he demands as he sits down on the bed laying next to me on his back with his neck leaning against the headboard, so I swivel around, straddle him whilst softly grinding my hips back and forth and slide two fingers up the inside of my thigh and then slowly press them inside of my swollen pulsating pussy, pulling all of his warm cum out and enthusiastically sucking every last drop off of my fingers whilst telling him how good he tastes. His cock is bouncing from the pleasure of watching me swallow all of his cum and tasting myself at the same time. His eyes are burning into me, the passion in his eyes is almost too much to bare. Almost.
We both collapse into a heap of heavy breathing with our bodies completely overtaken by pleasure and passion. Fuck. This was everything I wanted. I waited so long and I finally got to feel him fill me up.
Exhausted by pleasure, he looks over at me and exclaims “That beats dinner any day of the week.”
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