This happened one time I stayed in a hotel near the airport after my connecting train journey was cancelled. It was especially cold that day so I wasn’t about to spend hours waiting for the next train on the platform, and an overnight stay at the airport hotel wasn’t too expensive.
I had been eating well when I was on holiday and it had been considerably warmer where I’d been. I am shaved and at the time I was feeling especially soft and smooth owing to all the swimming in the sea and exercise. Back in the UK, it was duller and rainy, so I didn’t even feel up to going out and exploring the local area.
Not really knowing what to do with myself, I made myself up and got ready to go to the hotel bar on the off chance I might meet some people to chat with before going off to bed. I’d gotten used to the company while I was away and it was weird being in a place where I was so on my own and people were keeping to themselves.
When I opened my room door, the guy across the way had his door open and was leaning on it, frowning. He was looking at his phone.
He looked at me, eyes flicking down to my body for such a brief moment I wasn’t sure it had happened at all, and then back at his phone, then back at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Would you be able to give me a hand? I can’t figure out the WiFi.”
I explained to him that he had to create a login specifically for this hotel chain. He looked at me, sighed, and started to input his details. I didn’t need to, but I got a bit closer and looked at his screen and started to direct him on what to do.
He looked about 35, and 6’2” and broad. He had thick brown hair and tanned skin. He was wearing smart casual clothes – a nice button-down shirt and good quality dark blue jeans.
Once he got it loading he thanked me and asked me what I was doing here. I explained and asked him back. He shrugged and explained it was for business and that he was going to Berlin in a couple of days.
“How come you’re here so early?” I asked him.
He tried his luck at that point – he said he was planning on going to the bar and that if we wanted to keep the conversation going, we’d better get a drink and that he had some Scotch in his room.
I knew there was literally no reason to go into his room rather than downstairs to the bar – other than the obvious. So of course I accepted.
We sat down together and continued talking until eventually we got onto the topic of our lives. I wasn’t much of a Scotch fan and I sipped politely more than anything.
He asked me if I was a student and I said no and that I had just started my first graduate job in logistics.
I asked if he had a family and he tensed a bit then. He poured some more drink before explaining that he did – a wife and two kids. He showed me a picture of her and I said she was pretty.
He asked me about me.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said.
“If you did, I don’t think he’d be happy if you dressed like that,” he said.
I was wearing a velvet wrap dress with thin straps and a little cleavage on show.
When I asked him what was wrong with it he told me it looked like I wanted people to look at me. I had started to get pretty wet by this point. For me this is the time when I get super horny. the pressure and waiting builds up so much that I’ll be down for pretty much whatever the other person wants.
I asked him if he liked it. He laughed and whistled quietly.
“Don’t make me do something I’ll regret,” he said.
“Like what?” I asked, leaning forward so my tits tipped forward, bulging out of my dress.
He said he wanted to fuck me. I stood up and walked over to his chair, sitting on his lap. I wrapped one arm around his shoulder. I asked him if that was all.
He asked me what I wanted to do and I told him.
“I think we can make that work,” he said. He started kneading my tits with his free hand.
We kissed for some time, until he ordered me to sit on the floor in front of him on my knees. He continued to grope my tits with both hands. I sighed and rolled my head back. He said he hadn’t felt tits like mine since before he was married.
I looked at him through my eyelashes and asked if I could suck it.
Within seconds he had unzipped his jeans and was rubbing his cock through his boxers.
I started touching my tits in front of him, before undoing my bra and letting my dress drop down around my waist.
He looked at my chest and took his cock out, stroking himself. He was pretty big, maybe seven inches, and thick. A large vein ran along one side and pulsated.
He grabbed my head and pulled it down on his cock. I sucked at the head and licked his balls. One hand held my head, relaxed, for a while as I worked him. He kept calling me pretty which I loved, head lolling as I bobbed up and down slowly.
That went on for a few minutes before I looked up at him and made eye contact. Something switched in him then – he pulled my head all the way down his cock until I gagged, and then stood up straight.
He started fucking my mouth aggressively, forcing me to take him down to his base most of the time but stopping to work his tip on my lips.
“Look at yourself,” he said, gesturing towards a mirror by us.
I watched as he facefucked me, spit and precum gelling on my face. He drove in deep to my throat and I saw it bulge with the size of his cock before flattening out again as he pulled out.
I was so wet at this point that, as I was kneeling, my calves had streaks of my wetness on them. He asked me if I liked what I saw and I moaned around his cock. Every time I gagged, more spit welled up.
He pulled me off him and sat back down. I went to follow him but he told me to stand up and strip.
I took the rest of my clothes off. I wished I had worn underwear that wasn’t black so he could see how wet I was.
“Sit on it,” he said.
I came over and straddled his lap. I hovered above his dick to line myself up, pushing my tits into his face again. He called me a good girl and sucked on them, flicking his tongue against my nipples.
I circled my hips down. I felt tight around him – he was pretty big but more than anything, he was thick.
“Your dick feels so big,” I said.
He moved his hands to my hips.
I led this time, riding him, and kept praising and praising his dick which he loved.
“Let me film you saying it, baby,” he said.
I said yes. He lent forward, closer to me and picked up his phone from the table the Scotch was on, which we had pushed to one side. He grabbed his phone.
“Lean back,” he said. “Move so your tits keep bouncing.”
I did. He leant back into the chair, slipped a finger into my mouth and started filming. I sucked it as I made eye contact with the camera. I knew he wanted a tailor made video to masturbate to another time.
I moaned and he pushed his fingers deeper into my mouth. He added a second.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you,” he said. He took his fingers out of my mouth and groped one of my tits.
“Yes, baby,” I said. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
“Where do you want me to cum?”
“All over me, baby, inside of me…you’re so thick…”
“Do you want my cock?”
“I want your fat cock,” I said. “I get so wet choking on it. I don’t know whether I want it in my mouth or in my pussy more…”
“How about in your arse?” he asked. He stopped filming then, setting his phone down on the side. I was relieved I had prepared for this.
He walked across the room to his bag. He took off his shirt and came back with lube.
Wordlessly, he bent me over and started fucking me from behind next to the mirror. I saw him topless for the first time. He was muscled, but not super toned – you couldn’t see any abs or a whole lot of definition.
He thumbed my arse as he thrust in and out of me. I heard the lube uncap and a sudden chill as he drizzled it onto my arsehole, mixing it with my own wetness.
He asked me if I was ready. I looked at him through the mirror and said yes. He positioned himself at my arsehole, slipping from my pussy lazily, before pushing himself in with his hand.
It hurt a little but I didn’t care.
He picked up his phone again and filmed me as he fucked me, me still bent over. I was moaning pretty loudly at that point. I can be a bit of an exhibitionist so the idea of him playing back the video of him several inches deep in my ass, with me moaning and praising his dick, really got me off. I started to circle my fingers on my clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, as I rocked back onto his cock.
He started to pick up the pace. He called me a slut and a whore. He slapped my ass a few times. He called me all sorts of things.
The idea of being so degraded, so used, became too much for me. I clenched and pushed at my clit before cumming, pushing myself back to meet him, arching my back and moaning.
He groaned in approval. He had gotten it on camera.
That was apparently enough for him. He pulled out and turned me around again, forcing me down onto my knees and jerking off straight into my face.
He moaned and grabbed my tits with his other hand. I reached up and played with his balls. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and groaned. Cum spurted out in ropes, one each covering one of my cheeks, my lips, and three on my tits. He kept stroking himself before squeezing the last of it into my mouth, shaking off over my face. He took a picture of me covered in his cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tqw3ez/got_facefucked_and_anal_from_older_stranger_at
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