Faithful to the Script [MF]

We’d been chatting online for the best part of year. When I saw her post on r/gonewild it begged for my attention and I stopped scrolling immediately. I had no interest in the multitude of posts touting Onlyfans accounts so she stood out from the crowd to me; authentic, real and with an arse to die for.

I commented for a couple of weeks whenever she posted and enjoyed the flirty exchanges. Eventually we got chatting and things progressed to regular sexting sessions. We knew every inch of each other’s bodies intimately and her voice gave me butterflies but I still hadn’t seen her face and she hadn’t seen mine.

When I found out she had an upcoming work trip to London that demanded an overnight stay, the opportunity seemed too perfect to ignore. Without an inkling of any guilt or regret, I told my wife that I had to attend a conference and I’d be staying overnight. 

We arranged to meet in the  bar of her hotel at 6pm. I didn’t ask what she’d be wearing, I didn’t want to know. I knew I’d recognise her just from the shape of her body. A body that I craved so fucking much.

The days leading up to our meet were full of anticipation. Almost every waking hour was interrupted by thoughts of her. I made a commitment to abstain from any masturbation and my constantly hard cock made it almost unbearable to follow through on that promise, but I did.

Finally the day arrived and I left for the station. My heart pounded as I said goodbye to my wife, trying not to suggest anything untoward or out of the ordinary to her.

On the train and tube journeys I rehearsed everything in my head. How we would greet, what I would say. I knew that would all go out of the window in the actual moment but it passed the time.

After a day spent mooching around London the time eventually arrived and I approached the hotel with trepidation. What if the attraction totally evaporated when she saw my face for the first time, or vice versa? What if the online chemistry wasn’t the same in real life? And heaven forbid, what if she stood me up?

I walked into the lobby and through to the bar, anxious that I wouldn’t be able to recognise her. I scanned the room hopefully looking around for her but I spotted her straight away. She was sitting by herself, nursing a large glass of white wine and she’d obviously been checking everybody out as they entered because she looked up straight away. We locked eyes and I had to compose myself as I made my way to her table. Our anxious expressions quickly turned to smiles of recognition.

“Hi, I think you’ve been expecting me” I said, before I kissed her on the cheek and sat down. Fuck, I needed a drink!

I went to the bar and made eyes at her while I was waiting for the barman to pour my pint. I was so familiar with the shape of her body that the recognition was instant as soon as I set eyes on her, but seeing her in the flesh and finally seeing her face for the first time elevated everything to a new level. I thought she looked stunning in her work outfit and I could tell from the way she looked at me that the feeling was almost certainly mutual.

She circled the rim of her wine glass and played with her hair as we maintained eye contact from a distance. I turned to pay for my drink and chatted at the bar while I waited for the bulge in my trousers to subside, before making my way back to her table.

We rushed through the formalities and made all the usual smalltalk, but it was obvious what we were both thinking. We’d rehearsed this moment so many times during our sexting sessions and we both knew the script off by heart.

Her hand brushed against my cock under the table. “Well you’re clearly up for this” she said with a twinkle in her eye. 

That was all the encouragement I needed. I got to my feet and leaving our drinks barely touched I took her by the hand, leading her back out through the bar and into the lobby.

The lift took an eternity to arrive but once inside we were alone and there was no hesitation. The moments it took the lift to ascend were frantic as we grabbed at each other, both taking handfuls of flesh. I pressed her up against the mirrored interior, then I maneuvered her around so could watch myself grabbing big chunks of her arse on the opposite surface.

We could have fucked right there but the lift came to an abrupt stop. As the doors opened we tried to compose ourselves in front of the couples waiting to enter. It was at that point I noticed our handprints all over the mirrors and I felt slightly sheepish as I made eye contact with the strangers.

We walked briskly through the maze of corridors. When we got to her room she fumbled with her card key, I was happy to see she was just as nervous as I was.

As the door closed behind us there was a huge sense of relief. It felt like we were inside our own fantasy now and the outside world had ceased to exist. 

We both flopped on the bed and a slight sense of awkwardness returned. “Can this really be happening?” I thought to myself.

Pushing through the awkward feelings we lay down facing each other. We both caressed and looked at one another with broad grins spreading across our faces. To move my hand down the length of her body for the first time gave me a huge rush of adrenaline and I felt my arousal building to an uncontainable level.

“You know what to do” she whispered. 

I knelt over her, slowly peeling off layers of her clothing. The fragrance was intoxicating. She lay there in the black lingerie that I’d specifically requested.

As I sat astride her she traced her finger over my bulge. After a sharp intake of breath I managed to speak. “You know what to do don’t you?” I retorted back to her mischievously, resisting the temptation to add a cheeky wink.

She got onto all fours, presenting her arse to me. It was her delicious arse that first made me want her all those months ago and I took great delight in pulling her knickers down very gradually.

I cupped her ass cheeks firmly in both hands…now my hands aren’t exactly small but they barely made an impression on her fleshy backside.

She knew what was coming next as I enthusiastically buried my face in her ass; squeezing her ass cheeks firmly around my face, while probing my tongue between her ass and pussy. I didn’t want to deviate from the script so I proceeded to sink my teeth into her backside, sucking the flesh vigorously until I heard her whimper. I checked to make sure I’d left the requested bite mark before I did the same on the other side.

Slowly I traced my finger over her arse with the lightest touch possible; pulling her cheeks apart I fingered around her tight ass hole as she started to rock back and forth. I pressed my middle finger against her pussy and watched transfixed as she continued to sway her hips and girate. Her pussy lips began to part and my finger started to slip inside, feeling her astonishing wetness. 

I was fingering her more purposefully now,  feeling her clit swell between my fingers. I knew she was ready for my cock but she needed to beg for it first.

She was moaning and pleading for me now and she wasn’t just doing it for show. We needed to stay faithful to the script though. “Where is it?” I asked and she proceeded to fumble at the side of the bed for her plug which she handed back to me.

I lubed the plug generously and she spread her ass cheeks for me. I eased it  slowly into her ass hole and her moans sounded slightly pained but I kept going. Suddenly everything contracted and the plug was drawn inside by her tight anal muscles, which provoked a sharp intake of breath and a little whimper. Now she could have my cock. 

With her still on all all fours I pressed my cock firmly up against her pussy which felt more than wet enough to take a deep hard fucking.

The moment I slipped my cock inside felt like the culmination of months of pent up lust. I made a conscious effort to remember the moment as I looked down to watch my cock disappear inch by inch. 

She wanted a hard fucking and didn’t hold back. Pounding her powerfully and slapping her ass as she buried her face in the luxurious hotel pillows. She came hard and I came hard too, prompted by the contractions of her pussy, milking all the cum I felt like I’d been saving up for the last 12 months.

She collapsed in a daze and I laid across her as we both basked in the feeling. The night had only just begun. “You know what comes next” I whispered in her ear as she started to come round. “If we stay faithful to the script it’s going to be some night. The next part is going to be a challenge.”

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