It started in a hotel. Not a posh hotel - standard, three stars, with identical rooms and a motorway slightly too close by.
After months of messages back and forth, we hadn't even shared photos of ourselves with one another. And yet here I was, naked except for a bath room, holding my cock in one hand, opening the door to her. A complete stranger.
She had knocked quietly. Softly. Nervously. I'd turned out most of the lights in the room, leaving one small reading light. I opened the door slowly, revealing the silhouette of Becky.
I grabbed her hand, pulled her into the room, and - as agreed - pushed down on her shoulders and felt her body willingly fall to its knees. Before I'd even had a chance to welcome her or survey her body, she was on her knees and my cock was sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth.
I felt my cock bob against the back of her throat and she gagged, saliva escaping from the corner of her mouth. I wrapped my hands through her hair, let out a growl, and began fucking her face.
She wrapped her hands around my ass, gripping tight as I used her face, fucking harder and deeper as her saliva continued to seep from her mouth, across my halls and drip onto the floor. In the dark I could see the mascara running down her face, but just the thought drove me closer.
After months of waiting I wanted every hole at once.
I pulled her to her feet, my cock now dripping in saliva. Her face and hair a mess from the oral. Her breathing fast and heavy.