Me, A Hotel whore

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Me, A Hotel whoreMe, A Hotel Whore Tired, lonely and getting ready for bed. I unlock my phone and browse a popular dating site. Bombarded with the usual dick apocalypse I almost shut it down. Then one message intrigued me. “I’m staying in your local hotel, my room number is ***, the door will be unlocked. Come in, enter the bathroom on your immediate right and get dressed for me. I’ll be waiting on the bed.” See why what I mean by intrigued? This was always an ideal fantasy of mine. It’s zero conversation, black canvas, no strings affair. After exchanging a few messages, to make sure he wasn’t a complete psycho I got my stuff ready to head out. With instructions to find his room i head into the hotel. I find myself outside his door with my hand on the handle. My heart beats faster as I push the door open to a room filled only by the light of the tv and the bathroom door is ajar. As I step straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, I just see his feet on the edge of the bed. I lock the door. I quickly strip down to my bare ass and open my bag. I start with a black lace bodysuit that holds my bum tight and clutches at my cock and balls. I position one leg up on bahis siteleri the bath to start rolling up my stockings. As my hands swivels around my legs pulling up the gentle fabrics. I can feel myself getting more and more aroused. I best adjust myself before I go meet my mystery man. The garter belt hugs my hips and attaching the straps pulls everything together. Reaching into my bag for my final pieces i step into a little black number. With both arms I slide the dress up my nylon covered legs, over my garter belt and slide my arms through the gaps and I feel like I’m being hugged by a satin snake. After a quick adjust to my under carriage I get to the final step, i put on a sexy eye mask. Made of lace it settles on like a part of my face and makes my confidence sore. A quick air kiss to myself in the mirror and I turn the light off, open the door, and strut towards the bed. Approaching the bed i can make out in the dim light my mystery man heading towards me. He’s filling the air with compliments. I remain silent. Within arms reach he stretches out and pulls me forward towards him. His mouth nestles onto my neck and my back instantly arches. His hands begin to wonder canlı bahis siteleri all over my dressed body. I whisper into his ear for encouragement. “You like this ass all dressed up for you?””Can you feel my dick getting hard for you?” You know, the spiel. I now began to repay the attention. As I spin around to push my ass back into his ever growing cock behind a pair of y fronts, my fingers investigate his elastic waist line. He groans as my fingertips massage his balls. Patience with my teasing must have felt short as his hands come away from my body and he pulls his pants down. I stand in front him and lift his shirt over his head. Now with him fully nude both my hands clutch as his chest and roughly explore his abdomen. I instruct him to lie on the bed. He does has he’s told and lays flat. I crawl towards him and take his cock in my hand. As my mouth gets closer to the tip my tongue slides up his shaft. Taking him slowly in my mouth i feel his cock getting bigger. I feel it pulsating with precum in my mouth. As his erection stiffens fully I slide my knees off the bed and stand at attention. My arms now reversing their way through the straps of my dress I slowly canlı bahis and seductively lower the black satin unveiling my lace covered torso. As the outfit makes it way past my stomach I posture into a position where he can see my ass for the first time being centre stage. As the bundle of what used to be my dress falls to the floor I look at a complete stranger wanking himself off, quite vigorously I might add, and I’ve never felt sexier. I proceed back to my former positions but now I’m on all fours almost parallel to him so his hands have free range on my ass. Through the intense blowjob his groans become more involuntary. His hands tense as they explore my lingerie. Fingertips teasing my ass. Palms massaging my bulge. I feel his cock throb in mouth. I swivel to lie down next to him and tell him to sit on my chest. Now with both my hands on his ass i slowly push his cock into my mouth as my fingers tease his ass hole. then through the orgasmic moans he pulls his dick out of my mouth and begins to wank himself off with long slow stokes right in my face. i slide down a little so I able to lick his balls as he gets closer to climax. He sits up slightly. The speed quickens. He arches back as his creamy ropes land all over my face. After a few more groans from him, he dismounts and I disappear. I have not spoke to or have any means of contacting this mystery man again. Who ever you were. Thank you. x  

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