This is another hotel story. I dated a guy in the foreign service for over half a decade; a lot of my stories about him are going to be travel related. He was attractive, successful and ten years older than me. We broke up awhile ago and he’s now an ambassador in a country half way around the world. I typically flew to him, either whatever country he was working in or wherever he decided to take me on vacation.
Airplanes turn me on. Anywhere that I’m alone and quiet with my thoughts around lots of other people… my mind wanders. I think about how many I would let fuck me. If it’s a really long flight, I imagine them making a line down the aisle and waiting their turn to fuck me in the steward area in the back. Chicken or fish. Pussy or anal. Sometimes I imagine the stewards being disgusted. Sometimes I imagine them getting in line too. I sit quietly pretending to read while I let the horny thoughts drip and collect in the gutter of my mind.
I’m visiting him this particular weekend in February. He picks me up from the airport and when I get in the car, he tells me to flip a coin.
“Heads we go to Montreal. Tails we go to Quebec City.”
These parts of our relationship were really fun. *Tails. Quebec City.* We start driving, and he tells me to make a hotel reservation. I’m on it. I fucking love hotels and I will absolutely make the reservation. I pick the Chateau Frontenac. It’s part of a line of grand hotels built by the Canadian Pacific Railway stringing along Canada, following the railway. They’re all pretty breathtaking. I make the reservation online and make our way to Quebec City. This turns out to be the first mistake I’m going to pay for later.
It’s Carnaval in Quebec, which is their winter festival. It’s the biggest winter festival in the world with a million people there to get drunk in freezing temperatures. It’s fucking packed. We get to the hotel and immediately there is a problem at the front desk. They’re speaking in French. I can’t understand, but I know it isn’t going well.
“They don’t have any reservation under either of our names,” he translates.
He goes back and forth with the receptionist, but I’m cranky and I see this isn’t going anywhere. It’s getting late and I want to shower before we meet up with his friends. I pull at his arm and just say we can find another place. The receptionist overhears us, and I know I just cost us all the leverage we had. He shoots me a look. Second mistake.
I pull out my phone and the only thing I can find is a motel on the outskirts of town. Third mistake. Sort of.
We start driving to the motel. He says he can’t believe I did that back there. “Dude. I’ve been traveling all day. I kinda smell. I wanna shower.” I whine at him.
“I could’ve convinced them to give us a room.”
“Look the fuck around. There are people everywhere. Where did you want them to put us? The janitor’s closet?”
When we open the door to the motel room, we agree the janitor’s closet would’ve been better. It’s gross. The shower is tiny. The furniture is old. It’s not readily apparent that the place has been cleaned. I start unpacking my shower things so I can shower and we can get the fuck out of there.
“You’re not showering.” He steps in front of the door to the bathroom.
“Yeah, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“G, this isn’t funny. I wanna shower.” I try to get around him into the tiny bathroom.
“You don’t deserve the shower.” He wasn’t that much bigger than me, but was surprisingly strong. He pushes me backward until I fall onto the bed.
“You don’t even deserve the bed.” He pulls me by my legs onto the floor. The back of my head hits part of the bed, and I half expect him to stop then. He doesn’t. He turns me over and rips my pants off, doesn’t even bother with my top. He pushes himself inside me and I actually gasp.
“I want you to think about the hotel room we could’ve been in.”
“I would’ve laid you down on the bed and gone down on you until you came. I would’ve fucked you the way you like that makes you cum. You know, just the tip at first. Then my entire cock until you cum. Sounds really nice, huh? Like that one night in Hong Kong.”
I whimper. He made me cum four times that night. It does sound really nice. This fucking carpet smells. He pushes my face into it while he fucks me harder. I say a quick prayer that he does not make me lick the floor. I laugh to myself thinking of that logged into the prayer docket. *Slut on motel room floor prays that her boyfriend have mercy and not make her lick the disgusting carpet.*
“Is something funny?” I make a note to tell him my prayer thought later. Now is not the time. He pushes me harder into the floor and one of my earrings comes loose and rolls under the bed. We both pause.
“Go get it.”
I know what he wants. I crawl over the bed and push my upper half underneath the bed. It’s weirdly cold under here. My ass is up in the air. I keep my knees together because I know it makes my pussy look like something you want to push yourself into. Soft, plump, tight.
I know what this looks like to him. A bodiless pussy just waiting to be used. I can’t help but get wet at that thought. It’s hot that I can’t really get out of this position now. I can only see the floor in front of me and wonder what he’s going to do to me. I feel him untuck the bed skirt stuck between my body and the bedframe. It lays across my ass now, strangely like a skirt. He grabs my ass and puts the tip of his cock against my pussy.
I beg him to put it in. I’m not sure he can even hear me. He can probably only hear my muffled words and that’s turning him on more than any clearly heard word would.
He finally pushes his cock all the way in. I feel so tight in this position that I don’t think he can last long. He fucks me hard and my back digs into bottom of the bedframe. I feel the weird bed skirt on my ass. There’s a stiffness in the fabric unlike any skirt you could wear. It bounces up and down against my ass in a way that reminds me of a horny schoolgirl hentai.
I can feel that he’s going to cum soon. I know better than to think I’ll get to cum tonight. I know that he’s going to cum inside me. I know he’s not going to let me shower. I know I’m going to have to meet his friends with his cum dripping down my legs. I think of the other hotel room. I think of the other kind of sex we could’ve had. Easy, comfortable.
I smile because I wouldn’t have traded it for one second.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rxxz51/praying_that_he_doesnt_make_me_lick_the_floor
Fuck, this story is hot..