Worried that I got too slutty in a hotel room [FM]

This was my second date with this guy. There was a pretty intense physical attraction, but we hadn’t fucked yet. Our first date had been over a month ago, mostly because I had a lot of things going on at the time that made meeting up difficult. It felt like we had been talking forever and there was ALOT of built up tension.

He took me to a cool hotel bar that I loved. I was already turned on as soon as I walked into the place because it was sexy, well-designed, and dark. Also, because I had already been fucked senseless multiple times in this hotel. The highlight reel played in the back of my mind.

I could feel the leather of the banquette against my bare legs. The way it stuck to my skin reminded I needed to be fucked in the worst kind of way.

We’re in the middle of our first drink and he asks me why I’m smiling. I tell him that I’m thinking of all the people that are having sex right above us. He says he can’t tell whether I’m amused or turned on.

“That thought… amuses me. The thought of actually getting a room… that turns me on”

“That turns you on, huh?” He smirked.

I decided to play a longer game and diffuse the tension.

“Yeah, just like every women here” I motion around us. “They would all secretly love to be taken upstairs.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The conversation turns but the thought of getting fucked by stranger in a hotel room is still rolling around my mind. I’m pretty sure it’s on his mind too. After a couple rounds, I can feel that my wetness is smeared on the seat beneath me. I ask him if we should go.

“Go where?”

“The… next place?”

He shakes his head like an invitation to keep guessing.

“Um… your place?” I’m a little shy at having to be so direct while looking him in the face. He shakes his head again.

“My… place?” *Wtf is this game?? I’m confused but also turned on. Also it better not be my place, because my room is a wreck.*

He shakes his head and tells me we’re going upstairs. *Upstairs??* I follow him to the elevator and watch as he presses the button for a random floor. It still has not clicked what is happening. I thought maybe we’d make out in the hallway and he’d feel me up against the wall. I hoped he’d have the balls to take me into the stairwell and fuck the living hell out of me there. Only when he pulls out a key card outside one of the rooms, does it click. He opens the door and lets me walk in first.

I walk into the room with genuine surprise and tell him I didn’t think he had it in him. He simply looks at me and tells me to get on the bed. I’m honestly just so surprised and turned on that my facade has slipped. I dont think he understands how horny hotel rooms make me. I’m downright giddy. He is not, which is frustrating, but also the kind of challenge I like. It’s only turning me on more.

He puts either hand on my knees, spreads my legs and bends down in between them to unzip my boots. His level of calmness is turning me on so much, I can feel my desperation to be fucked, to please him, and to make him unravel building inside me. As he’s getting up, he hooks his hands under my bent knees and picks me up with him. *Fuck, that was smooth.* We start making out and I feel myself start to grind between his body and his hands holding my ass. He pauses to look at me before throwing me on the bed and I can tell it’s going to be… good.

He moves his hands between my legs and I know he can feel how wet I am. I let a moan escape and I feel strangely exposed by it. That vulnerable feeling makes me so horny though. I sit up and take my sweater off. He actually stops and says fuck outloud. In fairness, my tits did look incredible that day. I can see that he’s hard so I lean over to unzip he pants, until he stops me so that he can do it himself.

*This is good. He likes to be in control.* He puts his hands on my shoulders while he puts his cock in my mouth. I can tell he wants me to stay still while he fucks my mouth. The shoulder thing is strangely hotter than if he was holding my head still. I think it’s because he’s forcing me to hold myself still, which is really hard to do. He wants to feel like he’s using me, that I’m powerless, and I let him. I need it that way too.

I have to resist the urge building inside me to shove his cock anywhere I can inside my body. Mouth, pussy, ass- I want it everywhere simultaneously. I’m staying still, but I really want to suck his dick so bad. I want to use my tongue and hands and spit.

I pull my head back and ask him to please fuck me. I start begging. I tell him I need his cock inside me and that I’ll do anything. I’ll let him cum all over my fucking body if it means he’ll just fuck me. I look up at him to gauge his reaction. I see… a look of disgust and he says “Wow, you’re pretty desperate.”

*Shit. I have totally misjudged this dude. I’ve gone too far. What do I do now??* I’m reeling. I decide to double down.

“You don’t like the begging?” I give him a pleading look.

He smiles and says “Don’t be an idiot too. I love the begging. I just like calling you a desperate bitch even more.”

*Thank god.* Relief. “I actually prefer slut.”

“Slut, huh? Keep begging then slut…”

Part 2 coming soon.

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