I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. I have one rather submissive friend, however, who I make sure to get together with whenever I’m in town. While work doesn’t take me her direction very often, when it does, an amazing night of nonstop, marathon fucking is sure to follow.
What follows might detail an actual encounter between us, a fantasy we’ve shared with one another, or maybe even my plans for our next visit…
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My slave is dutifully waiting for me. As always, she has checked into the hotel ahead of me, has prepared herself, and is awaiting my arrival. My flight was long, and the sight of her there on her hands and knees, waiting for me, is enough to perk me up considerably.
Tonight’s sight is a bit different: the usual lingerie and bonds are gone. She waits for me completely naked, her crop balanced across her back. I grunt a slight approval, but otherwise ignore her, shucking my backpack and luggage into a corner, before I pour myself a drink from the minibar. I pull up a chair off to the side, take off my shoes, and kick my feet up onto her ass. I’m not sure why this never occurred to me before, but she makes the most amazing footstool…