Ages ago, I came down to the bar at a hotel I was staying at for a late night drink expecting it to be quiet, only to find wedding guests relaxing around it. Who holds a wedding on a Wednesday night?
The reception, and its own open bar, was off in the main hall. Fortunately, these were just the people who peeled away looking for air and to escape the Electric Slide.
And there she was, tipsy and in a strange mood. Myself, being the charming man that I am, took full advantage. I attempted to introduce myself as she slushed and spilled her wine next to me. Still the gentleman, I offered to help clean up the fresh stain on her dress in my room, not even finishing the exchange of pleasantries.
My eyes looked between each of hers in turn, and once to her lips. A shitty tip I read online but surprisingly one that worked. She blushed at the attention and took my offered hand, the uncharacteristically adventurous part of her coming out. She didn’t even know my name, she just took in that I was well dressed, articulate and older.
The moment the door of my room closed behind us, we kissed. I pinned her to the wall, fingers interlocking with hers high above her head. My lips pressed against hers with urgency, my head tilting to the side, tasting her lipstick. My tongue met hers, pulling back briefly to look in her eyes before kissing again, my body leaning in to squeeze her against the wallpaper.
My hand drifted down her bare arms, over her shoulders and the dress at her chest. The back of my hand brushed against the side of her breast as I kissed, sliding underneath and lifting it. I let my fingers graze against her skin, feeling goosebumps rise, as she began to sigh into my mouth as our tongues pressed against each other.
My fingers pulled at the lace covering her cleavage, the strapless dress descending and freeing her breasts. I cupped one as she stood squirming, trying to lower her arms but I kept them pinned above her. I squeezed with both fingers and palm finally let my index and thumb pinch and pull a nipple.
Finally my lips kissed down her cheek, deliberately smearing her lipstick. My hand above her head snaked down, around the small of her back and pulled her body tighter against me, her spine arching as she thrust her hips out.
I bit her neck, pulling her skin and marking her as she moaned and wrapped her arms behind my head, holding me close. My hands squeezed both her breast and ass cheek simultaneously, pain flaring in her body reading as pleasure in her strained voice.
Finally my kisses descended, taking a nipple in to my mouth. I sucked as she groaned, holding my head, swaying in her tipsy state, her body smelling of her sex and the wetness between her legs. She moaned her delight, her throaty voice relishing how I didn’t ask for her body, I just took it.
I dropped to my knees as I continued to suck on one nipple, my hands hiking up her tight dress and bunching it. She bit her lip as my fingers found her underwear, pulling them down her legs. I felt the heat of her cunt, despite her attempt to buckle over and hide her naked vulnerability or pitiful tries of pulling me up to my feet.
Instead, I spread her legs wider, her panties stretched at her ankles. My nose brushed down her dress, bunched at her waist, and I nuzzled it between her legs, breathing in.
She groaned, legs buckling, but my hands held her inner thighs wide and kept her standing and pinned, mine to devour. I kissed anywhere but where she needed: the crease where her leg met her hip, her pubic bone, her spread outer labia.
My tongue finally darted out as I tilted my head up, fingers digging in to her to hold her in place. Her hands found my hair, holding on to me for dear life. The stranger tasting her.
I slipped my tongue in to her wet pussy, eagerly exploring her labia. I pulled back, a tendril of wetness connecting us. I nuzzled again with my nose, breathing in her perfume and musk, tongue beginning to lap up and down either side of the excited bundle of nerves.
I gave her no warning. My tongue met her clit firmly and deliberately, pushing its swollen form up before sucking it into my mouth.
With rhythmic strokes up and down, I steadily applied greater pressure as she bucked her hips against my face, riding me to an orgasm. Moaning, louder than before, being someone else in this room with this man who had no name, as he lapped at the heat between her legs with hunger, was a kink she was quickly discovering she had.
It happened quicker than either of us expected. Heavy breathing became a sudden hitch, a held breath, a tensing of her abs and legs, and finally a gutteral groan of pleasure as it washed over, her body spasming from the release, her legs finding strength to finally clamp around my head. My nails dug in to her ass as she ground her hips against my tongue, eeking out the last of her orgasm and prolonging it.
She pushed my face away, eager for more despite a sensitivity. I grinned up at her, a bulge visible between my legs. My hands ran up her body, my lips following as I tasted the sweat and warmth of her skin.
As her arms wrapped around my standing form, I pulled us back from the wall and walked us to the bed. Our lips met for a slow, tender kiss where I explored her mouth again before I pushed her back on the bed.
I crouched as I unzipped, pulling away her underwear finally and throwing it behind my head. I grabbed her ankles as I rose, pulling her feet, still in their heels, over my shoulder. My cock, hard and proudly displayed between her legs, rested against her wet clit. She reached a hand between them as I unbuttoned my shirt to her delight, stroking and pressing my cock against her labia.
“Take me,” I ordered. And she wilfully nodded and complied, guiding my bare cock inside the warmth of her tight walls, her head held up to watch it enter her. I felt my girth spreading her, filling her, and I held, relishing how good it made me feel.
With my arms wrapped around her legs, holding them to my chest, I began to thrust with my hips. Her body, on the edge of the bed, exposed and vulnerable, was mine to take. I watched from up high as the sounds of my skin slapping in to hers filled the room, her breasts bouncing with every stroke. Her hands reached out at first to try and set the pace but I ignored them, slamming in to her with my pent up need.
She gripped the sheets as I, a stranger, fucked her drunken state hard and raw, my eyes closing and lost to the sensation of her tight cunt clamping down on my cock. Grunting as I fucked her, melding the sound with her own moans as I filled her repeatedly.
I lowered her legs to her side, twisting her body, and held them down with one hand. I don’t know how it was possible, she feel even tighter. My other hand reached down to pull her hair back. I remember her knuckles turning white, her hands balled into fists gripping sheets, at the submission to me as I used her body.
My grunts reached a crescendo and I arched my spine back, standing tall and stretching. She watched in fascination as my abs contracted and I took my turn to hold my breath as I came, my cock releasing inside her and filling her with my seed. I felt her clamp down, her hands finally finding my body and pulling, urging me to keep fucking her while I throbbed. I used her willing body to milk myself of all I had.
I finally groaned a sigh of relief, leaned down to kiss her as I was still inside her.
I rose slowly, sliding out of her and zipping and buttoning myself back up. My clothes were disheveled from our sex. I kissed her softly, adjusting her dress by pulling it down. She helped by sliding her breasts back underneath the lace. My hands found hers and I pulled her to her feet.
The message was clear, we were done here and I was done with her. In her drunken, used state, she acquiesced. My arm went around her waist as I silently escorted her out the door, my nose nuzzling her neck above her bite mark. By this point, we’d barely said more than 50 words to each other.
As we reached the elevator doors, I turned her quickly. She stepped backwards, feeling me advance, till she bumped against the cold steel of the doors against her back. I pinned her again, my hands deliberately messing with her hair to make it even more obvious as to what she had been doing and I kissed her again with urgency. Unbeknownst to her, I hit the call button.
The elevator arrived quickly, it’s chime heard as my tongue wrestled with hers. My hand at her back, leaving a deep scratch on her exposed skin. I gave her ass a squeeze as the doors opened. She lost her balance briefly, shrieking and pulling my shirt as I leaned against her
I let her get on the elevator by herself with a grin, hitting the lobby button. The last I saw of her is when I stepped back on to my floor, watching the doors close on her with a smile.
I hoped the reality of the situation was apparent to her. She didn’t know my name, hell she didn’t even know what floor I was on let alone my room number. In her drunken state, I’d imagine all she remembered is willingly picking me up in the bar, riding my face to an orgasm, and being fucked raw.
Still, I wished she would remember this. Perhaps she would have her fingers trace the bite mark at her neck. That she thought the forming bruise, and the cum dripping down her leg, were a worthy trade for the underwear she left in my room.
Then again, for all I know she was indulging a fantasy and a kink. To be fucked by a stranger. To be bred, never knowing the father. Or to return to her husband as the freshly fucked hot wife with cum dripping out of her, only for him to lap up.
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