I’d been waiting for the opportunity. I’d downloaded Tinder, swiped left and right, and finally stumbled across the one.
A man who wanted to just bury his face in my cunt and taunt and tease me until my juices coated his chin and dripped down his neck and chest. And then he’d fuck me bare, a co-mingling puddle of cum under my ass. Hallelujah.
As it so happened, he wasn’t from my area, and only visited every couple of months for work. I probably should have asked if he was married—but truthfully, my need didn’t care. I needed to be tortured with his mouth and then fucked into the hotel bed.
Before we met up, we’d only exchanged a few messages. At 32, I knew how fucking foolish it was but I’d stopped caring.
When I arrived, I was greeted at the door by an attractive man in a loose pair of sweats and nothing else. He had a little stubble on his face and some tattoos across his chest. I’d skipped a bra and panties under my sweatshirt and leggings. As a bigger woman, I was afraid he’d see me and change his mind. Few words were exchanged as he pulled me into his room, kissed me, and pressed me back towards the king size bed.
‘Do you still want to do this?’ he asked politely. His voice was deeper than I’d expected and I felt my pussy twitch slightly.
‘God yes’ I breathed, not recognizing the deep whine of desire in my voice, ‘please make me cum, sir’
The sir came out of nowhere but it felt so fucking right.
‘Mmm, good’ he spread my legs and rubbed his thick cock against my barely clothed cunt. Christ, he was huge. I’d never been a size queen, but I figured that would change after tonight.
As I contemplated the possibilities of what was in his sweats, he ripped my leggings down and found the surprise I’d left out in our conversation.
A freshly waxed and soft bare pussy. I almost slammed my legs shut for modesty but the ‘fuck’ whispered against my thighs kept my knees apart.
‘Such a pretty little cunt and so wet already,’ he murmured before his tongue laved against my inner thigh, ‘I can taste you here already. Such a needy little slut with such a tight dripping hole.’
I had never been much for dirty talk, but something about the reverent way he was looking at my need made my hips roll towards his face, seeking the contact of his lips and fingers on my clit and in me.
He bit my thigh instead.
‘Ow!’ I cried out before giggling. It didn’t hurt but not expected. ‘Please, I need this so fucking much.’
‘Take off your sweatshirt and play with those fat nipples. Christ, you’re poking through that thick fabric.’
‘Yes sir.’ I couldn’t help myself—I complied. His eyes traced my thick nipples and hefty tits as I grabbed my nipples. I pulled and tugged as they swelled harder and turned a deeper pink.
He seemed to growl a bit as he dove into my cunt finally. I gasped as he gently pulled and licked my labia, his fingers tracing the edge of my vagina, never entering.
My hips lifted, my pussy looking for more contact. He chuckled lightly and then pulled my aching and ready clit into his mouth.
‘Fuck yes please more’ I whimpered, feeling myself twitch and squeeze, my cunt begging for a release and a thick cock in it after.
His tongue traced hedonistic promise and prayers on my clit. The movements kept my climax moving from the background into the spotlight. When his finger finally penetrated and hooked towards my gspot I felt it. The gush of liquid that past partners had not experienced. It was there and within reach.
‘Oh shit, keep doing that. I think I could, oh god,’ I moaned out, the sensations of my fingers squeezing my nipples, his finger rubbing so perfectly my swelling gspot, and his tongue working hard to worship my clit, shorting my brain. ‘I think I might squirt, sir.’
Hearing that, he pushed a second finger into my pussy, and pressed harder against my gspot. ‘Fucking drench me’
He caught my gaze and held it as he suctioned down on my clit and flicked it with his tongue. It all added up to my orgasm pushing to the surface, my senses overwhelmed.
With the first pulse of my orgasm, I felt it. The breathtaking sensation of squirting. He kept on going, pushing me through my orgasm until a second pressed through to the surface. My clit would have a pulse tomorrow, and I could care less.
When he finally surfaced, I brought his face to mine and tasted myself. It was nearly perfect. As he climbed further on to the bed, I asked him to sit against the headboard.
It was his turn to paint my lips with cum. Both sets by the end of the night before I’d slip out of the hotel.
Insanely hot. Well done 😍
Very hot, very nice
Well this was extremely exciting