I [f]ucked a stranger for weed in his hotel roo[m]

So I’m in first year uni and I’ve never smoked, had weed or taken any kind of drug before. My friends (two other girls, Jas and Laura) and I decided to go out one night for some drinks after a huge assignment we just finished. It was some bar at a five star hotel, really fancy so I dressed up more than I usually would.

If you’re here purely for the dirty stuff, scroll until you see the ***

I’m fairly average in height, don’t have huge boobs – only a B cup – and a small ass, but I work out so it’s not bad. That night I wore a corset-type black top that pushed my boobs up so it looked like I was more of a C cup (I’m fairly self-conscious of my breasts), and high waisted jeans with black boots.

Once we get there, the club is heaving – getting our drinks was a feat and we had to
stand in line for ages while strangers practically climbed over you to get past. Eventually I’ve got a glass of wine and the girls and I headed to the balcony for some fresh air. There’s a little corner bit that was sectioned off and the table said reserved but no one was watching so we ducked underneath and chatted for a bit.

At this point, the girls get out some cigarettes and light them, but I decline their offer to have one.

“You ever had weed before Rose?” Jas asked, exhaling a long stream of smoke from her lips.

“No, it sounds disgusting,” was my response.

I really didn’t like the thought of smoking anything – and weed wasn’t high on my bucket list.

“I bet there’s someone here who’s got some, shall we lose your weed virginity?” Laura asked, putting out her own cigarette on the railing.

I watched the ash crumble over the side. Before I could say no, the rope was lifted and a man entered the small area that we weren’t supposed to be in. He was dressed in a tight white shirt with long pants and brown hair gelled back. He had a long nose and well defined face. Good-looking, but I’ve seen better.

“We were just leaving,” Jas told him.

“You need weed?” he asked. He pulled a white envelope from his pocket before it disappeared from sight again. His eyebrows were raised and an easy smile on his face.

Jas looked at me. “Yeah,” I said. Why not have a little bit?

“You’ve got money?” he asked me.

I did have money on me, but whether it was the wine or my broke-ass that answered the question I wasn’t sure. “I have other ways of payment.”

Jas and Laura snickered. “We’ll be over there if you need us,” Laura said before they disappeared.

“And bring back some weed!” Jas shouted.

The guy folded his arms, looking down at me. “What kind?”

“How much are rooms here?” I asked, deflecting the question. He stepped closer, bringing his head down so his lips were inches from mine.

To say I was nervous at this point was an understatement. I was no virgin, I’d had sex twice before this, but never with a stranger, and not for something as trivial as weed.

“I’ve got a room. I’m staying here for a while. Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“For some weed, yeah,” I replied coolly. Inside my heart was racing and my palms were so wet I had to put my glass of wine down.

A smile spread across his face, and in that lighting, he did look really nice.

“As long as this is an agreeable arrangement and you’re down, then I think you have yourself a deal.”

“Show the way,” I said, raising my eyebrows. As he turned, I hoisted my top up so my boobs spilled further over the top of my shirt and took out my ponytail. I wanted to look sexy for this.

I followed him into the elevator which was empty and he jabbed a button. He looked over at me. We stood a distance apart, not really sure how to act. There was a weird kind of tension in the air – half sexual half awkward.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Christopher. You?”

“Rose.”

The elevator door slid open and we stepped into a plush looking hallway where he opened a door a little way down.

***

I could see why it was a five star hotel – the rooms were lush. He closed the door after me and the room was so silent, I could only hear my heart beat and blood rushing through my ears.

“Music? Or is that lame?” he asked.

He looked a little nervous too.

“Up to you.” I saw a bottle of red wine on the marble bench top in the kitchen. It was probably rude to ask for a glass so I didn’t.

We looked at each other again, and he took a few steps towards me before stopping, leaning down once again so his lips were mere centimetres away. “Are you sure-”

Before he could even finish I raised myself up onto my toes and planted my lips against his, moving them in a slow, but passionate rhythm that he quickly picked up. His hands went to my neck where they cupped my face as he nibbled on my bottom lip before delving his tongue into my mouth, tentatively at first.

He was a good kisser.

We broke away so I could peel his shirt off him, and I ran my hands down his chest to his pants where they fumbled with his belt. While I did that he unzipped the back of my top, pausing every now and then to run hot kisses up my neck. It was a lust-filled heaven. He wasn’t too rough, or too gentle, but furiously passionate. In just the few minutes of kissing, I felt like I knew this man.

He took away my top, the spaghetti straps slipping down my arms. I fought the urge to cover my bare breasts. Everytime I got naked for a man, I always had to reassure myself that my breasts were nice even if they weren’t huge.

“Wow,” he murmured, darting his tongue out to lick one of my nipples.

My hand clutched the back of his head, weaving through his hair. The gel that had kept it down was no longer intact and it stuck up in all directions.

He swirled his tongue around my hardened nipple and latched his mouth onto my boob, gently scraping it with his teeth. It felt like fucking bliss.

“God, that feels good,” I told him, my voice hoarser than I would have liked.

I cleared it, letting out a small moan. This must have turned him on because he leaned back and undid his pants, while I followed suit, kicking off my jeans. Now we were just in our underwear. I was glad I decided to wear my black panties as they were pretty sexy.

The outline of his cock was visible through his briefs, straining against the fabric. I stroked my hand over it and felt it throb beneath my skin. He pulled me to the dining room table and my bare back touched its cold surface as he leaned over me, embraced in another kiss. This one was wild and furious, our tongues finding each other and hands touching anything we could. His hands were groping my boobs, pressing and massaging them.

I leaned into him, craving his warmth and the feeling of his cock against my pelvis. I wrapped my legs around him, throwing my head back once his swollen lips touched the sensitive skin on my neck. He left a trail of kisses that had my skin searing.

He pulled off my panties, his head at my crotch, dark eyes fluttering to mine for permission.

“Yes,” I groaned, pushing his head down.

He went to work, his tongue flicking my clit and sliding down my slit in an agonisingly slow way. This went on for a bit and I felt my core heating up, like a hot ball of lava ready to explode.

“Stop, Christopher, stop,” I moaned, bringing his head up.

His pupils were huge and he looked confused.

“I can only orgasm once,” I said. It was true. I wasn’t like some women who could have about three or four at a time. One big O for me was how it ended.

He didn’t question it but pulled himself back up. He took his boxers off, revealing a hardened, pulsing dick, precum spilling out the top already.

“Condom?” I asked.

“Ye-es,” he said, drawing in a sharp breath as my hand slid up his length. It was a nice size, about six and half or seven inches.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he grunted as my hand pumped faster up his length.

“Inside me, now,” I begged, spreading my legs.

My pussy was on display, juices running down one of my thighs. He looked devilish as he stared at it and my stomach tightened in horny anticipation.

He retrieved his wallet from his jeans and took out a condom, sliding it on. “You’re okay-?”

“Fuck me Christopher!” I yelled, cutting him off for the second time that night.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed me against the table, easing his cock into me slowly at first, allowing me to adjust. My hands gripped the table and I let out a low, guttural moan as he filled me up. I’d never felt so much pleasure from a cock before.

“Christ, you’re so tight,” Christopher grinds out through a clenched jaw. I can tell he’s holding back.

I loop my arms around his neck and thrust against him, both letting out low moans at the same time.

“Couch,” he grunted, carrying me over to the leather seats, his cock still buried in me.

He lays me down, still on top, and thrusts into me again. My fingers curl on his back and he gathers speed, his balls slapping against my skin.

Sweat glistens on us and I find myself lost in a hazy mess of moans, sex and slapping sounds. I reach down with a finger and begin rubbing my cunt and with my other hand, massaging my boob, while he pounds in and out of me, saying my name over and over. It’s the single most hottest thing I’ve ever heard a guy do during sex.

I can feel that he’s close, and my climax is about to explode.

“Cum for me Christopher, cum,” I breath in his ear.

He let’s out the longest moan I’ve heard and while grinding and thrusting inside me, he falters, pressing his hips against mine as his cock erupts. My own pussy clenched around him, my walls tightening as an orgasm explodes inside me, making me shake as I cling to him, rocking against his softening cock as it empties inside the condom.

“Oh shit,” he mumbles as we lie there, breathing heavily against each other.

“That was hot,” I said, my voice shaky.

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After that, we ended up staying in his hotel room talking and drinking for the rest of the night, and I didn’t even end up having the weed ;)

Also, names were changed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bt5jcu/i_fucked_a_stranger_for_weed_in_his_hotel_room