Years had passed since I had woke up drunk.
My eyes opened and all I saw was pillow. I could still taste bourbon cocktails and my mouth was kind of sore from being stretched. I fought off the urgency to head to the bathroom strategizing that a few more hours would sober me up and hopefully I would not be hung over. As I leaned over towards the nightstand to check the time on my phone, I realized I was completely nude and in a strange hotel room.
I gathered my thoughts and realized that I was on vacation away from home. I felt my feet hit a longer leg and knew I was not alone in bed. Struggling to remember, I pulled the sheet up closer to my neck and dove my face in the pillow. I knew it. I was definitely in bed with someone. Talk about sobering up – real fast!
I felt his body roll on to mine. His hand petting my hair. Meanwhile I was trying to remember what he looked like, his name and anything else. His pants and belt were on the floor. I didnt even have a piece of jewelry on. No idea where anything had landed. This was clearly not my hotel room.
Always one who was eager for a morning romp, it was not a surprise when I started considering my opportunities that morning when I felt him pressed up against me, hard…and ready. Real ready.
He was pulling the sheet off my ass and rubbing it. His longer middle finger playing with the crack of my ass. I thought back and remembered nothing. It didnt feel like I had anal last night but it was clear there were other areas he had penetrated from the ache in my mouth and the soaking wetness between my legs. I push my ass back against his hands and he is now laying on me. I turn around, bad breath and all. Now I remember, dark haired handsome guy from Florida. The night before came back to me a bit. We had fooled around in the bar and got asked to leave. Came back in from the alleyway entrance and asked again when things got a little too out of hand.
Back at his hotel we didnt even close the door when we got there. Clothes torn off at the door. Apparently a friend from his trip walked by and was gracious enough to close the door. I remembered my bare ass on the glass covered desk as he leaned in face first between my legs and told me how he loved professional women. That might explain where my shoes were now lying.
The rest of the night was blurry but hey, it was morning, he was hot and hard. Why not recreate the night prior. He had somehow obtained some condoms from the front desk clerk that he bribed to open the gift shop. It was clear last night and this morning that this guy was ready to go.
He starts to get a bit demanding and pulls me under him. He is kissing me and rubbing his hands all over me. He tells me he knows how I like it. That was evident by his approach and his words. As he thrusts up, I remembered how incredibly sexy he was and the divine feeling of his cock inside me. My legs went back and I start breaking hard. He is starting to hammer away telling me that he loves to fuck my wet pussy and he is suckling on my big tits all the while.
I moan louder. As he increases the pace, I am just dying for more. I remember that he is 28 and he came up to Nashville with his father, their friends and some other guys for a poker weekend. It starts to flood my memory and there is no time to consider not having sex due to my bad breath, partial drunkeness and feelings of inadequacy about my appearance.
Now I am remembering that wide cockhead, those really soft lips and the small scar on his right shoulder. I am taking it in. This is hot. I met this guy and I deserve this great fuck. I am raising my hips and giving it back. He keeps telling me to beg for it. I remember, he loves that so I say it.
“Baby FUCK ME HARD – NOW Baby – I am BEGGING you to give me that big cock now.”
All of a sudden he is completely all the way up inside me. My cervix is like a landing pad. Its amazing and then – BOOM – I hear a crash. I look over to the other side of the room and realize that there is another bed in this room. A woman in her mid 30s is getting out of a bed she was sharing with a somewhat attractive blonde guy. She scurries to pull up her sweats as she is otherwise dressed. She slams down her purse and throws her phone in it. I am in awe of this display as I am getting filled and drilled over and over.
As she exits, she yells back “It was bad enough last night listening to these two go at it for hours but this begging is THE WORST’.”
I try to bury my face in his arm. I am 100 shades of crimson. He doesn’t miss a beat and fortunately, despite the side show, neither do I.
Dare I mention that an hour later the guy roommate tries to join in on the action.
I needed a 12 hour nap after than adventure.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/logkl1/45f_nashville_bang_gets_out_of_hand
LOL at the plot twist.
Please keep going!