Friday Story 17 Jan 2025

Chapter 1-

It was a chilly March evening, and I felt like dressing up like I was heading out on the town. I slipped into my skin-tight, backless black dress, the one that showed off plenty of cleavage, and paired it with my towering 8-inch black platform stilettos. With what I had on hand, I did my makeup--smoky eyes, red lipstick, and full eyelash extensions to complete the look. My nails, long and acrylic, gleamed under the kitchen light, and I styled my hair into a textured high bun with soft, face-framing strands.

Now, I sat at the kitchen table, waiting for my husband to get off work, feeling the cool night air creeping in through the windows. I got a text from him saying sorry babe. The boys wanted to go out one last time before we went on this business trip to Japan.

Sitting there in the outfit I chose for this date night I felt like 1 million bucks. But I was pissed.

I sent him a text, it's supposed to be date night. Our son is already staying the weekend with his grandma. This was supposed to be our night before you go tomorrow.

The text back I got was sorry, babe. We can reschedule for when I get back from Japan.

I said fuck this.

I was furious and horny. I decided I needed a drink. I went on my phone and found a bar within a hotel. I got my app, Ryder, and scheduled to be picked up in five minutes and brought to that hotel.

I grabbed my purse and trenchcoat. I put the coat on as my phone buzzed letting me know that the car was there to pick me up. The car was a black Chrysler 300. I climbed in.

The driver, a large black man, asked me if I was Damira.

I said yes.

The thought of my husband blowing me off filled my head for most of the ride towards the end of the ride. The thought of getting laid filled my head more. The thought of Dick danced in my head as I climbed out of the car as soon as they arrived at the hotel. The cold of the wind danced on my legs as I walked to the door. The clacking of my heels echoed with every step I took.

I made it to the door, the warmth of the hotel lobby, radiating out as I crossed the threshold into the hotel. As soon as I entered, I made the B line for the hotel bar.

The sound of merriment and the scent of alcohol filled the air as I sat down at the bar. I took off my trench coat, revealing the outfit I had originally intended to use to seduce my husband. Now it was time to have some fun and seduce any man for my pleasure.

It took five minutes, but I finally got the attention of the bartender.

" what will be," he asked.

" whiskey on the rocks," I said.

One minute later, I had my drink. Another two minutes on top of that a man was already starting to hit on me. The man was 5 foot eight and had an athletic build and a gruff beard. He was a white guy, maybe in his mid-20s.

" Whoa, that's Angela White or am I drunk," he asked me.

" Well hello handsome I am Damira. What's your name," flirtatiously asked.

" I'm Daniel. Would you like to go back to my room," he asked.

I grabbed my drink and downed it in a single drink.

" Let's go, baby, " I said, as I grabbed my trenchcoat and then his hand. We exited the bar and headed down a well-lit hallway. Finally made it to his room. He slid the key card into the lock on the door and opened the door. We walked in.

It was a decent room from what I can tell, walking in. It had a king-size bed with a 72-inch flatscreen TV, a small nightstand, and a small kitchenette.

" so baby what do you wanna do?" I ask flirtatiously.

"Well, I want to fuck you in every hole at least twice. I want to fuck up your makeup and cover you in cum," he said.

" well I can make that happen," I said with desire dripping from my voice, as I threw my trenchcoat to the ground. I walk closer to him. The clicking of my heels echoes off the floor of the hotel room as I get closer.

Daniel's eyes widen as he takes in the full view of my beauty. As I get closer, I slip the thong I was wearing off, handing it to him.

As Daniel took the thong, he said," I wanna make you, my queen."

" I don't want to be someone's queen, I wanna be someone's bitch daddy," I said, as I reached down and under his pants.

As I slipped my hand into his pants, I could feel the firmness of his erection.

" I like a woman who knows what she wants and what she needs," Daniel said as he slid his pants off. " and I think I can make you feel like a bitch daddy's favorite toy."

" yes, daddy. I'm counting on that," I said with a crimson smile as I squatted down to wear, my head was right in line with his dick.

My lips wrapped around his cock as I started, sucking it slowly. Deliberately taking my time. I was methodically sucking it.

Then he grabbed the back of my head and started pushing me further. Making me deep-throat his perfect cock. The taste of pre-cum glistened on the tip of my tongue.

" I don't wanna come yet I wanna fill you up. I want to fuck you," Daniel said in a half-moan. He pulled away and grabbed me by my hair. He threw me onto the bed with my ass in the air and my face in the bed. He slid his dick inside my pussy. He then proceeded to savagely fuck me. He went back and forth with his dick. Still inside me fucking me in the doggy style.

" yes Daddy," I moaned as he continuously hit the G spot.

" you like this bitch," he asked as he continued his assault on my pussy. " you like being fucked like a bitch. You like being fucked like a slut. You like being fucked like a whore," he said.

" yes, daddy. I'm your bitch tonight. I'm your slut. I'm your dirty, naughty whore," I said, almost moaning. We both came five times.

I woke up the next day, still covered in cum. Still in the same bed. I got up and noticed I was completely naked. I also noticed he had my dress dry-cleaned. I also noticed an envelope on the nightstand.

I opened it to see five grand in $100 bills and a thank you note. I threw that money in my purse. Then I quickly took a shower and put on the same clothes from last night.

As I put in on Ryder for a ride I got a text from a mysterious number.

It said You were Divine last night.

Five minutes later I was leaving the hotel in another town car heading home. I sat there replaying what happened that night. Feeling fulfilled, but also feeling horny again. Feeling like I could do that again. After a little while you took the fact that you were someone's favorite bitch toy. You also took the fact that he graciously had your clothes dry cleaned and paid you.

You think to yourself if it's that easy to get money and get laid I should do this again. I should become an escort, a high-dollar whore.