Dave parked his tractor truck far out in the hotel parking lot, away from the other cars. He had dropped off his semitrailer and its load only hours ago, but he had a stop to make first before heading home.
The hotel was nice, much nicer than anything that he could afford on a family vacation. There was valet parking, and it amused him to imagine letting the valet try to park his tractor among all the rental cars in the parking lot. There were also very nice cars, Audis and BMWs. He picked his nose and smeared it on the window of an Audi as he passed.
Inside the hotel were chandeliers, overstuffed chairs, and thick red patterned carpet. He went up to the front desk and waited for the concierge to notice him.
"Can I help you?" the concierge asked, barely looking up at Dave.
"Yes, there was a card key left for me by Miss Monroe?"
The concierge fumbled around his counter, then slid the card across to Dave. He looked up and met his eyes barely, then pointed down the hall. "Room 306, head down and take a right, the elevators are right there. Then follow the signs."
Dave took the card, mumbled something similar to "Thanks."
He followed the directions, took the elevator with its thick wood walls and advertisement posters for room service. The third floor was not as opulent as the entrance, but had the same plush carpet and delicate gold sconces placed between each door. Room 306 was not far from the elevator.
Dave placed the keycard into the slot, watched the tiny light on the door turn green. He pushed open the door and let it close behind him with a soft click.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw her, his dick became instantly hard. Kneeling at the end of the bed, facing the door, was a woman he only knew as Lauren. Her brunette hair was pulled up into a chignon, and she wore a black silk blindfold over her eyes. She had incredibly smooth skin and a delicate jaw punctutated with shiny, wet, porn-star pink lips. She wore real pearls around her neck and a black satin half-cup bra that lifted and presented her breasts like two soft pillows. Her bra was cut so indecently low that Dave could see the areolas of her nipples rising above the satin. She had a matching garter belt with six straps to hold up her black nylon stockings. The welt of her stockings were a darker black than the rest of her legs, and everything paired beautifully with the black vinyl 4-inch heels she wore, tucked demurely under her naked bum as she kneeled. Even from Dave's vantage point he could see that she wore no panties with her ensemble, her bare flesh between the stockings and garter was wet and glistening between her thighs. Her hands were handcuffed behind her, as they had agreed.
Dave first encountered Lauren online, when he answered her ad "Rich slut looking for blue-collar workers for anonymous sex." They had exchanged a dozen e-mails since then, both sharing their fantasies with each other leading up to this encounter. He knew what turned her on, and he couldn't believe his luck when she offered to make his fantasies come true. She was going to be in one of his regular stops for an IT convention. From what he could gather she was a CFO for a tech company, which meant that she had a lot of money to make her happy, but all she wanted was to be used as the cunt she was by laborers. She had been incredibly turned on when she learned he was a trucker.
Lauren said nothing as Dave stood by the door, considering her. He scratched his stomach, which was large and distended over the waistband of his jeans. His white T-shirt advertising a lumber company and had a burrito stain down the front, and he wore a dirty baseball cap for a local college team. His tennis shoes could not have been more beat up. His stubble was a few days old from being on the road. Already his mind was filled with ways to use and abuse the petite Lauren, but he knew had had to build her anticipation. He stepped over to the hotel room's closet and opened the door, thumbing through her black business suits with the Jil Sander logo and delicate silk blouses in pastel shades. Their lives could not be more different.
Lauren waited patiently, squirming a little more the longer he did not speak. He observed a large rubber dildo and butt plug on the nightstand next to the bed, and there was a bottle of lube too. He noted to keys to her handcuffs was also next to the bed. Finally Dave approached her, stood barely a foot from where she kneeled.
"Hello, cunt."
Her lips parted, her voice quiet. "Hello, master."
He reached down and scooped up her breasts with his hands, feeling the weight of them. He smashed them together, pulled them apart, jiggled them in his hands, then let them fall back into their resting position. Her tits were big, and real, soft and pliable under his touch. Her cleavage seemed deep and bottomless, perfect for titty fucking. Maybe they'd get to that.
Dave reached under his belly to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He pulled out his cock and balls over his holey and no-longer-white underwear. He pulled back his foreskin, revealing the disgusting cock cheese he left there for her. He skipped his shower yesterday on purpose.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, bitch."
She did as she was told, parting her shiny baby pink lips and laying her dark pink tongue over her bottom lip. Dave laid his erect penis on her tongue, rubbing it back and forth gently.
"That's it, taste it."
She held her tongue mostly still, barely rising to meet his cock while he rubbed it against her tongue. Dave enjoyed watching her let him degrade her in this way.
