This story starts at a bar. It starts with one beer too many. Well, one may be an understatement. It starts with many beers too many.
And it ends in a bedroom.
She was as beautiful as they come. And dressed to kill. Stockings. Miniskirt. A top that left nothing to the imagination. Curves for ages. I could go on and on and on. The moment I saw her, I knew I would spend all night at that bar. Looking at her. Lusting for her.
And eventually going back to my hotel room. Alone. And horny. The alcohol, not helping. Her perfect body, also not helping.
And here I was. In a hotel room. Alone. A raging storm of hormones, like I hadn’t experienced since I was a teenager. But I am no teenager anymore. I’m in my mid 30s. A manager. And that night, I was on a business trip. Three hundred miles away from home. What’s a man in my situation to do? Seattle is no Las Vegas. Plus, if I tried to recruit the services of a professional, I would be terrified of being arrested. No, no. Truly, my only recourse was to take my situation in my own hand, so to speak.
I knew my phone to be a helpful ally in times of need. “Oh look, Facebook is open” I realized.
And, ah, she was online. She. Emily, or Em as I called her. Em and I had hooked up a few years ago. Slept together a few times. And then realized we wanted different things in life. She was hoping for a relationship. I wanted no-strings-attached sex. We parted ways amicably, stayed friends on Facebook. Not that we talked much, or at all. But neither of us took the step of unfriending. That’s just rude, you know? So here we were. 1:30 in the morning, I was as horny as I could ever remember being. And Em was online.
“Can’t sleep?” I slid into her DMs
“Nope. Yourself?” she responded fairly quickly.
“Well, guess not. What you doing? I’m trying to count the sheep, but in vain” I retorted at her.
If we’re being honest, I had picked my phone up hoping to head to Reddit and find something to jerk off to. But that would be rude to say, wouldn’t it? So counting sheep it was.
“Reading a bit”, she said after a bit of a wait. She was still awake. For a moment I thought I had lost her, to sleep or lack of interest. “But sleep just isn’t coming. One of those nights I guess”
“Yeah, I hear ya. Thoughts and stuff, you know. Just the way it is. Wish I wasn’t staring at the ceiling of this hotel”
“Where would you rather be?” she asked. “If you could pick anywhere to be, where?”
The bedroom of the hot bartender came to mind, I will be honest. But, once again, that would be rude.
“Sound asleep in my” I started writing, but she interrupted me.
“Hold that thought real quick, I gotta pee. brb”
Why text that, right? It’s not like my message would disappear if she kept it unread for a minute. Maybe she was trying to keep me awake during the wait? I don’t know. Suffice it to say that, what in real life would have barely registered as a “uh that’s weird”, well, that night I made into a thing. A hell of a weird thing.
“I’ll watch” was my response
Silence. I could feel my dick throbbing. My heart pounding. Racing. Silence. Not even the three little dancing dots. Had she read it? Was I blocked? It felt like forever. And then some. And then the dots danced. And it felt like forever again. And then the dots stopped dancing. And a video call started. Em was trying to call me. Fuck fuck fuck. Had it worked? Was she about to tell me to fuck off and get lost? Only one way to know, right? Answer.
And I did. There she was. In a white nightgown. Getting out of bed, walking towards the bathroom. I wish I could say I remembered her place, but I didn’t. Maybe she had moved. But nothing looked even remotely familiar to me. I said nothing. I waited. I acted aloof. Or maybe just confident. I was ok with where she was going.
She sat down on the toilet. And that’s when she said something. “Ready for the show?” she smiled, trying to look seductive for the camera
I wasn’t. I don’t think anything in life prepares you for this kind of show. For telling a girl you want to watch her piss. And for her to give you a front row seat to her piss. You know the drill by now. Saying the truth, it would be rude.
“I was born ready” I said, smiling myself, sounding as confident as I could muster.
The show. It happened. She pissed. A lot. At first a little trickle, then a stream, and then a few drops, before stopping. A couple times she sighed with what must have been relief. That pleasure of feeling your bladder finally empty.
“Did you like it?” she asked, her voice deep and yet soft, suddenly moany, as she took some paper and wiped herself clean.
“Did you?” I asked back at her, not wanting to give my hand away. How could I think it mattered? Clearly this woman had just shown herself pissing to me, that’s not teasing, that’s not playing games, that’s a level of intimate way beyond games. And yet..
“I’m still wet. Does that answer your question?” she said, before pointing the camera back between her legs, where a finger was knuckle deep inside of her. She started fucking herself! On camera!
It took me but a second to realize what was going on, and to return the favor. I started fucking myself. On camera!
One finger became two, became three. Her moans were gentle. Almost soft spoken. I stroked my cock. Hard. Relentlessly. I was a man on a mission. She seemed to have all the time in the world.
“Slower” she begged, implored almost. “Wait for me, please”. She wanted to cum together. I nodded. Slower. One stroke. A brief pause. Another stroke. I felt myself tense up. I felt my body twitch, my hips push upwards, as if hoping to connect with her. My breaths deep. Heavy. Longing for her.
My sexy bartender fantasy long since forgotten, now I ached for Emily. My body wanted her. Now, I could truly say it. “If I could be anywhere else, I would want to be inside you” I told her
“Can I tell you something?” I continued
“Please do” she panted, filling the room with her moans
“When we fucked, I wanted to do you raw. I was dumb and we played it safe. But I wanted nothing more than to say fuck it, take the condom off, and go to town inside you. I wanted to fuck you like nature intended and cum inside you”
It was true, mind you. It is my main fantasy, my infallible go to: unprotected sex and pregnancy risks. Usually, I keep it to myself. It’s a hot fantasy, but I am not ready for an actual kid. And which woman would be insane enough to let a man knock her up only to disappear with “not ready” as a generic excuse? So, I keep quiet, use condoms, and play the movie in my head every so often.
“Do it then. Cum inside me. I am fertile, you know? Like, no, really fertile. Like all the women in my family, you just look at them a bit too much, and boom, pregnant. Bet that’s what you want uh? You dirty dirty bastard. Bet you want to get me pregnant, don’t you? Say it. Say it.” she dared me. I felt her pant, moan, I could feel the trembling in her voice, the anticipation. This was everything. Like a dream. I could let it all out. My forbidden fantasy.
“Yes, fuck yes I do. I want to knock you up. I want you to have my babies. I’d cum inside you every night until it happens too. That’s how determined I am. That’s how bad I want it. I want you so bad. I want you pregnant.” I blurted out. I blurted it all out. How it felt so right. So primal. How it felt so perfect to just fuck bare. I thought I didn’t want babies, but maybe just maybe that was my brain saying no. But my body, oh how it ached for that ultimate pleasure.
And hers, it ached equally. In the pangs of her own release she screamed it to the heavens. How her body just ached to submit to a man, to be his with abandon. No questions. No doubts. Just the ultimate submission: to be made into a mother.
We came. And we came some more. We spent hours on the phone. Masturbating. Talking. No sleep was had that night.
And now, a week later, I am back to my hometown. I am in Em’s bedroom. We just finished fucking for the third time tonight. Her legs up in the air, not a drop of my cum will go to waste. We will sleep next to each other, dreaming of our future child.
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