Met a woman [F] on a business trip who brought her own baby oil to [M]y hotel (Part 1)

This is my first post about a past encounter. Instead of keeping these to myself, I figured someone may get some enjoyment fantasizing about some of my dirtier escapades. I’ll keep adding these and we’ll see how they go. Let me know if you like them or have any feedback!

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Scroll to “****” if you’d like to skip the intro and get right to the good stuff.

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The story starts as I’m sure many have before – trying to have a good time while on a business trip. I was away for work in Canada for the first time. I was recently single. And I was looking to make good use of the final night in the hotel room. We were working outside of the city, so there wasn’t a lot of opportunity to meet someone in a coffee shop in the morning or while picking up a quick lunch, so I spent the evenings going to local bars downtown without much luck. It was the dead of winter, freezing, and the downtown area was largely a ghost town. As any horny guy chasing opportunity would do, I took to Tinder.

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It wasn’t until the next morning while sitting in a conference room with my coworkers that I saw a match come through. My profile was changed to let people know I was in town for work, leaving after the assignment in a couple days, and just looking to give some neighboring guests something to listen to, if they so pleased. Hoping that would filter down to the women who were wanted to get a little slutty and have a story of their own, I didn’t feel like there was much need to spend a lot of time on small talk – we were both looking for the same thing, assumedly.

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Since this is my first post, I’ll give you a better idea of what I look like. I do happen to be a pretty handsome guy, which helps when finding someone to sleep with in a pinch. I’m a little north of 5’11”, but not quite 6’. I’m an athletic guy and keep myself in good shape, six-pack, nice chest, toned arms, strong legs and I’m told my ass looks very good in jeans and slacks. My chest is covered in tattoos, and I have a sleeve on my left arm with a few other tattoos scattered around. I’m white, have short brown hair usually with a little product, blue/green eyes, a nice smile that I wear often and I take great care of my teeth. I usually roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt and have strong forearms, accessorized by a watch, bracelets, and inked on the one arm.

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Not wasting any time, I got right into finding out if this woman (we’ll call her Anna) had read my profile or was swiping based on the pictures alone. Turns out she had read my profile, lived in the area, and was looking to live out an escort-type fantasy she’d had for a while. That immediately got the conversation kicked off in the right direction. Even though I was in a conference room with coworkers not more than 3 feet from me, I let my mind wander and let nature take a bit of its course as the exchanges became filthy – fast. Thank god I had enough restraint not to reach down and rub my hardening cock through my pants, because one small lapse in focus would have made for an awkward rest of the day.

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Anna was absolutely gorgeous, and her sex appeal from the photos was through the roof. She was a small, 5’1” Asian woman with jet black hair down to the middle of her back. She had some of the juiciest lips I’d seen, and in every picture they looked like she’d just licked them – which got my mind going every which way. Her body was a perfect hourglass. She showed off her chest in a very classy, but very dirty way if you were looking for it, and she sported large D-cup breasts that pushed together perfectly. I came to learn they were fake, and they were just as incredible once she let them loose – more on that to come later. Her small waist went right into a thick, plump ass begging to be spanked and handled rough, and her thick thighs were perfect to grip while they were around your head, or to use as leverage when spreading her legs apart at the edge of a bed. She gave a wry smile in each picture – the kind that tells you there are a series of filthy thoughts going through her mind – and she dressed in a style to let you know she knew how sexy she was.

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Our exchanges were strong from the start. She wanted someone who was going to treat her like a high-class slut, make her feel wanted, but also let her know she was there to be a slut and be dominated. She wanted to feel like she was in control until the door to the hotel room opened, and then she was there simply to be my dessert, a treat to be enjoyed however I pleased. Having this conversation progress, I could feel my cock start to stiffen, stretching and making its way down my thigh. Moving the fabric of my briefs out of the way as it grew, and I was thankful I wore the briefs instead of the boxers so they could at least pretend to hold my growing cock against my leg. I felt the tip escape through the bottom and the cool sensation of my work pants press against my warm tip.

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I told her exactly what I was looking for – a woman who wanted to skip the drinks and the pleasantries and immediately start to devour each other once we met. She was game from the start, had not been fucked in over a month, and was tired of riding her toys to make herself cum. I quickly learned she was even dirtier than I was hoping. She would regularly wear an anal plug to work so she could feel it every time she adjusted in her chair, she’d wear a vibrating set of panties and see how long she could go before needing to relieve herself in her office bathroom, often watching her own videos of herself getting her throat fucked and drooling down her tits. She remembered how each cock tasted, how deep each went down her throat, and how many times each made her cum before she was pushed aside after being used up for the night. She wanted all of that, but wanted it to come without one word exchanged, measuring in an instant how to make the hungry, carnal being in front of us fall in a heap on the bed, or floor, or wherever we happened to be.

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At this point, I was undeniably fully hard, and I could feel my head start to throb against the coarser fabric of my pants. I reached down to pull the legs of my briefs down, and couldn’t help but give at least a lingering rub up my shaft. Before we continued and I needed to sneak away to the bathroom, I told her to be at my hotel at 9PM that night, giving her the address and very strict instructions that I would check for in the elevator before going into my room. She was to wear her best and most slutty set of lingerie, dark red lipstick, jewelry that made her feel expensive and sexy and special, her highest heels so people with a keen eye would think she was someone’s whore for the night, a plug in her ass so every step and double-click of the shoes on the hard tile gave a sharp shimmer through her, and a long jacket to cover herself so she could feel the fabric against her body, her nipples hardening beneath her skimpy piece, and the breeze flowing up so she could be reminded how wet she was and how her pussy had made her piece cling to her lips.

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As 9PM approached, I felt a vibration in my pocket as I was splitting away from coworkers to head back to the hotel. Waiting in my inbox was a brief note – “Get ready to wreck me” – and a very sexy shot of Anna’s arm across her breasts pushing them together and covering her nipples, up to her mouth biting her lip. My cock started to grow again, the familiar drag against fabric as it crept and jumped down my leg, my jacket long enough down to my knees to cover the obvious hard on I was sporting walking through the lobby. I got up to my room, knowing Anna would be coming through the lobby doors any minute, and wondered what the attendants at the desk would think. Would they think she was a guest here on business? A friend or someone’s sidepiece for their own trips? A professional on their way to fuck a very lucky stranger? I removed my jacket and rolled up my sleeves so Anna would know as soon as I reached out that my strong arms were the ones in charge of whatever happened next.

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She called, letting me know she had just walked into the lobby. I told her to tell me if she had followed my instructions, to which she replied very clearly “I wore exactly what you told me to wear, and you’re allowed to do whatever you want to me”. When I asked her later, she said she was right behind two guests, a man and a woman, hoping her response would turn them on enough to fuck each other like she was about to get fucked.

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When I came down the elevator, I turned the corner into the lobby to see her sitting on the couch, legs crossed with one arm along the back. She immediately perked up and jumped up in excitement, and I motioned over to her with two fingers in a rolling motion, as if I was between her legs with those same fingers inside of her, making her drip down my arm. She quickly came over to me, all eyes in the lobby on her, and put her arms around me to whisper that she could almost cum just thinking about the rest of the night. I told her to bite my ear softly as I reached down and ran one finger between her legs in the split of her long winter coat, feeling how warm and completely soaked she was between her legs.

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Another man walked into the lobby at that moment, pressed the button, and since he had missed her entrance got on the elevator with us. He was on a lower floor, and as we rode up, me standing in front of her, I reached back and slid my hands between her jacket again so I could start to play with her, teasing her and letting her know that I didn’t care what this other person saw of her. She leaned into the back of my shoulder and bit my shirt as I felt her legs tremble over her high heels, and let out a long deep breath. Once the elevator stopped and the doors opened, she undid another button at the bottom of her jacket and let out a moan as my finger slid the lace aside. My middle and ring finger slid deep inside her in one swift, quick motion, as she let out a loud moan just as the doors closed for us to ride the rest of the way up. Fingers moving just like my motion in the lobby, I pressed her back into the corner as she looked up at me with big round eyes, nodding lightly with my hand around her neck. I moved to slowly and deeply kiss, lick, and suck on her neck as she nearly collapsed, my hand now working harder and deeper in her pussy, palm rubbing a clit so swollen and needing to cum I could feel it press against my knuckle, and I felt three drops roll off my knuckle onto the elevator floor. She could barely hold herself up, and if it hadn’t been an elevator I would have made her lick up the mess she made.

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We climbed out of the elevator as the doors opened, and I made her stand in the light so I could get my first look at her. Her slim, toned legs now more visible with more jacket buttons undone at the bottom. Her feet propped up so high in 5” heels, she was unmistakably dressed as a woman who wanted to be fucked until she couldn’t stand up and wanted everyone who saw her to know it. I told her the room number and to give me her jacket. I wanted her to find the door and get into a pose she thought I would like. Slowly, she unbuttoned, continuing upwards until the last jacket button come off and she let it slide down her arms into a pile on the ground. Absolutely phenomenal. The details she included to make herself look so beautiful and so menacingly slutty at the same time – light pink laced one piece with ribbons across her stomach, panties that (no longer) covered just around her pussy, small triangles covering her nipples and straps over her shoulders. She wore a choker, one large jeweled ring on each hand, a long gold necklace with a single pearl dropping perfectly at the top of her cleavage pulled together by the straps, and a diamond ankle bracelet that would look amazing shimmering with her legs spread and pushed back toward her head. She turned, softly saying “come find me, daddy”, and her fit, athletic ass swallowed up any trace of covering, and just barely visible was a small glimmer – the last detail to make her remember why she was here with each step.

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I gave her more time than she needed, almost hoping someone would come out the doors to see what an incredible slut she was, in whatever pose she chose, waiting outside my door, ready to get fucked, and practically dripping down her legs. I turned the corner and was not disappointed. She was flexible, which would make for a lot of fun. She bent at the hips, her small body folder over her wide spread legs. She balances on her heels, grabbing one with one hand, the other placed over her pussy. I could see she was playing with herself as she waited. Her face and shoulder were pressed against the door to help keep herself up. Perfectly straight legs ran up to her ass pressed high in the air, and her chest parallel to the ground. The pink jewel from her plug gave a sparkle from the light in the hallway, and I stood while she stared at me, eyes begging me to come closer to fuck her, biting her lips, whimpering as she rubbed her pussy in the door frame. I grabbed my cock, which was fully hard and pressing my pants so far out at this point, begging to be free, and rubbed my hands all the way up and down the shaft, asking her if she was ready. She nodded as much as she could with her head still pressed against the door, and I walked faster now to come up behind her.

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Before sliding my card in the key reader, I stood so she could feel my cock pulse against her. It pressed up between her legs into her pussy, and my hand wrapped itself in Anna’s hair to pull her body harder into me. She grabbed my cock from below and started to rub it against her clit as I swung the door open and pulled her to a standing position in front of me. I stopped in the door jam, cock still pressed against her, her back pulled into my chest feeling her heavy breath, and put my hand around her throat as I bit her ear. She gave in completely, and I could feel her let any remaining apprehension float away as she submitted completely to whatever the night held. I softened my grip and slowly dragged my hand down her body to her hips, pressed her forward slowly and motioned to the couch. The fly of my pants had turned from a light khaki to a dark brown from moving against her, and I stepped forward for the door to close behind me.

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She sat on the couch, legs spread with one over the arms and the other on the ground rubbing herself, and I stood in front of her, the head of my cock and veins visible under the thin slacks, as she stopped rubbing her pussy and started to stroke me through them with her fingers. First lightly along the full shaft, and using her fingers to trace the length, and finally grabbing what she could. She licked her fingers so she could taste the juices she left behind on me, and reached back up again to under my belt. She slid the belt through the loops, folded it in half, and handed it to me with big eyes staring up, knowing I’d have plans for it later. She worked my button undone, and slowly slide my zipped down. She reached inside, running her hand down my leg to feel my cock under one less layer, and started to stroke me with her small hands, her palms moving from base to tip, her hand closing around my head as it got to the end, and then back up again, dragging the legs of my briefs up with it so she could feel the burning, throbbing temperature of me as the fabric rode up. Finally, she got to sense the full size of me, mostly uncovered, and let out a gasp followed by a guttural moan as she processed what she was about to enjoy.

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End of Part 1.

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I hope you enjoyed Part 1. I’ll be posting Part 2 shortly (and will link here once posted). If you like my writing, let me know. If you have any critiques or something you’d like more of, let me know. Looking forward to hearing your feedback and posting much more. Thanks for reading!

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/nz6p9b/met_a_woman_f_on_a_business_trip_who_brought_her