Sometimes when she was bored she read personal ads on many websites. It was fun for her to think about the people who posted them, how would they look and what did they expect, if they’d find someone or had ridiculous standards. She made stories in her head about it. She replied to a few to get details but never intended to follow through with an actual meeting. Not until that night. After a while, she eventually found herself reading those looking for sexual encounters, and fantasizing about those, as she always did. More than many times, she played with herself thinking about those and what would happen if she actually showed up.
That night she read one that touched a hidden desire she had. A really guilty pleasure for her. “Looking for naughty girl who wants to be my little fucktoy tomorrow evening. ONS. NSA. Must be discreet, eager to please and be ok with rough sex.” She would never tell anyone, but she wanted to just be used, not really “wanted” but she couldn’t get that thought out of her head. She blushed. She took her fingers to one of her nipples and rubbed it as she remembered the times she orgasmed dreaming of a man taking her and doing whatever he pleased, not even caring if she enjoyed herself.
She sent a message hoping to get herself off while getting more details, and then another and then another and then another, she couldn’t stop. He didn’t aknowledged the fake name she gave him, he called her slut and just that. Unexpectedly, that turned her on more. He was very blunt and told her he was from out of town and would never see her again, he just wanted a little rough fun. She asked for details about “how rough” he liked it. And he was very graphic about how he would pull her hair and bang her against the wall and the table and the edge of the bed, how he would slap her face and spank her butt, pinch her nipples until it hurts, bend her down and take her hard and deep, push her to kneel down and fuck her throat. She loved it. She doubted for a moment. He told her how she had to agree to comply with every whim he had if she decided to show up.
With every message she got wetter, her panties were damped and her fingers flickered like crazy on her clit. She got on her knees and took a picture for him. She wanted his approval and he told her she “would do”. She felt humiliated…and horny. She wanted to go, she needed to go and that burning feeling inside her made her agree to everything, to wear what he told her, to do as he commanded and even when her judgement and common sense made her hesitate. She went.
As she walked to his hotel wearing something she probably wouldn’t dare most days, she tried to avoid the hungry eyes of every other person lusting after her body, all the judgement she was getting without knowing it for certain made her walk faster, the sound of her heels on the sidewalk turned more than a few heads, maybe even someone she knew. She needed it now.
She stood in front of his hotel room’s door and knocked. “Who is it?” He asked. She gave him the same fake name. Silence. A few very long seconds went by. “Who is it?” He repeated. She looked around. She leaned towards the door and said loud enough for him to hear “Slut. I’m slut and I’m here”.
The door opened and he pulled her inside. Before she could utter another word, she was being groped over her blouse and her skirt against the wall. “I’m going to have so much fun with a toy like you”, he said. He looked like the picture he sent her, still he felt older and heavier and shadier than she expected. His voice sounded methodical, she wasn’t the first woman in this situation with him.
He touched every inch of her skin that he could reach without undressing her, nothing could be heard except their breathing. She quivered. He grew bolder with every second that passed, he pressed himself and grinded against her. She felt his erection growing. She could see small drops of sweat glistening on him and looked in the mirror to watch herself being prey of his desire.
He carried her on his arms and placed her on a study table next to the dresser. He exposed her breasts lifting her blouse and tossing it away. He went directly to her nipples, sucking them until they were hard. He directed her hand to his groin and she gasped when she touched his cock over his trousers. He played with her tits as he whispered in her ear “I’m going to use you like a little bitch in heat, I’m going make you my fuckdoll.” She closed her eyes when he pinched her nipples and whimpered after he grabbed a handful of her hair just slightly too hard.
He moved her to the bed, belly up, her head over the edge. He dropped his pants and his boxer briefs, she opened her eyes wide and reached to touch herself and took off her skirt, watching as he stroke it. “Open wide”, he ordered. She did. He thrusted as deep as she could take him, she tapped his thigh. He waited a few seconds and pushed beyond. She breathed with difficulty, he began to fuck her throat. His hand grabbed her between her legs when he started moving harder, he moved his fingers preassuring and releasing her clit, rubbing and flickering. She wrestled beneath him and he ignored it for a moment. He pulled out and she catched her breath, as she was about to say something he pushed back down her throat and used her again.
“Fuck!” She said out loud, gasping for air when he wanted to try something else. She was overwhelmed, she needed a break. He tored her blue thong apart and climbed on top of her. “You loved it, slut”, he told her. She did. She nodded. Her chest up and down slowly trying to calm down a little, her make up running on her face. He didn’t wait. He penetrated her and she moaned. “Fuck you’re so tight” he told her. He streched her with every inch he moved further inside her. She yelped when she felt completely filled and struggled with his full weight and his full force thrusting in and out of her. “Such a fun little slut”, he said. He slapped her and grasped her face to watch her expressions as he mounted her. She mostly kept her eyes closed, listening to his groans and moans and growls. Still she opened her eyes more than a few times and watched him focused and lustful and primal. Her arms sorrounded him, her legs wide apart from each other. She was being impaled and broken in two.
He kept going until she was sure she’d feel the soreness for days. Then, he turned her around and made her stand yanking her hair, he bent her over arching her back in front of the dresser’s mirror. A spank. And another and he spanked her until she felt the burning of a red mark. He rammed again inside her. “Please, let me rest”, she pleaded but that only got her another spank. “You are mine tonight, mine to use”, he told her. He didn’t care that she was tired, he cared about filling her deep inside. For the first time since she got there, since who knows how long, she saw her blushed face and her messy her and her ruined makeup in the mirror. She clenched her fists every time she felt his full length stretching her over and over. Her body against the cold furniture, barely holding on to not hit herself against when he thrusted. This until she felt his warm cum flooding her, her legs shivering right before she collapsed on the floor when he finally pulled out. His semen dripping out of her.
He walked away from her to get a drink, she crawled for a glass of water. After drinking it, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. When she woke up again still sleepy, he was cumming on her face and her tits, he smeared it all over her. She slept again.
In the morning he was gone, she was still naked on the floor, there was no sign of him, just the pitiful mess that was her when she stood and looked in the mirror. Her panties gone, her slutty outfit ready for her to get back home. She was sored, and couldn’t be sure she remembered everything that happened. She dropped again on all fours and headed to the bathroom for a shower. She sat there silently letting the water run on her, cleaning her. She closed her eyes, cried a little and also smiled. Her hand reached her clit and she made herself cum again and again, still she wouldn’t tell anyone about any of this, she felt guilty and scared and couldn’t look anyone in the eye when she returned home.
And now, 20 years later, working at another hotel in the same city she saw him. She fantasized about that night so many times. He looked and talk to her, so polite. He didn’t recognize her. She went to the restroom and found herself damped. He payed cash and went up to his room, a few hours later she watched a girl that looked like herself almost two decades ago walking in the lobby. She followed her and she entered his room. She almost ran there, she almost knocked, she almost stood there and repeated “I’m slut”. But she turned back, she called her husband who she met soon after that night and asked about their 19 year old daughter and if she was home already.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gsn6qt/one_night_stand_mf
Woah woah… That’s a perfect wrapup.. ?