I ran my hand through my chestnut hair and checked my phone. Cole still hadn't texted me back. Whatever. I was going to see him soon enough. I hit the elevator button for the third floor.
I'd come down to the hotel he was staying at in my tightest body con dress I had. It was bright red and left absolutely nothing to imagination. As such, I had to forego underwear which only led to my excitement to see him.
I hadn't seen Cole in almost a year. He was my only friend with benefits and had just broken up with his girlfriend of ten months. We both really needed to blow off some steam.
The elevator landed at the third floor, and I checked my phone to confirm his hotel room number. 348. I followed the signs and knocked on his door when I found it. I was practically vibrating with anticipation. I hadn't had sex since the last time I'd seen Cole. I hoped he just threw me on the bed and--
The metallic clink of the lock broke my train of thought. I was seconds away from sex instead of just fantasizing about it. The door swung open, and Cole appeared before me. He was shirtless and his grey sweats were slung precariously low on his narrow hips. I nearly forgot to breath. He was a subtle kind of hot that really hit you once you noticed.
"Hey," I managed.
"You look hot as fuck," he said and pulled me into the hotel room. Suddenly, the door was locked, and Cole had me pressed against the wall. I could see the bulge of his forming erection as his eyes roamed down my body. "How do you want it tonight?" He asked me. He always asked and he always delivered. Multiple times.
My cunt was already aching, needing him in me. I smiled up at him hoping he was going to deliver on his promise from a year ago to fuck me until I couldn't stand. "Fuck me like you own me," I said.
His answering smile sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "I can do that." He closed the small distance between us and ran the back of his fingers down the side of my face. His touch left my skin aching for more of him. Cole leaned down and kissed me softly. Too softly. I moved to deepen the kiss, my hand instantly dropping to feel his hardening cock.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head, pressing me fully against the wall. "I didn't tell you to touch me," he growled in my ear.
Oh, fuck. This was way hotter than I'd imagined. He began to nibble on my ear while keeping me pinned with his body. Then his mouth found my neck, heading directly to the spot he knew made my toes curl. His tongue dragged across my sensitive skin, causing my nipples hardening in response. I loved having my tits played with and Cole loved playing with them.
"Don't move," he said, his voice low and commanding. He went to his bag on the bed and pulled out a length of rope and a ball gag. I wasn't into the full BDSM thing, but I was definitely into a bit of light bondage and playful submission. He'd told me last year that this was a fantasy of his. For a woman to show up at his hotel room looking like sin and let him tie her up and use her. It was great because I had a secret fantasy of being used. He left the ball gag on the bed and came back to me by the wall.
He wrapped the rope around my wrists until they were comfortably tight.
"You like this?" he asked me as he palmed my breast.
"Yes," I moaned as he pushed my hands up again and used the rope to hold them above my head.
"You ready for everyone in this hotel to hear how much of a whore you are?"
Fuck yes I was. I nodded.
Cole pulled my dress down so my breasts were exposed for him. He punched my nipples between his fingers, rolling one and then the other. I could feel myself getting wetter as heat pooled in my core. I'd come here for him to fuck me into oblivion, and he was going to stretch this out every minute he could. I didn't hate him for it.
Cole caught my gaze and then held it. "Why did you come here tonight?"
"To fuck," I breathed.
"To be used," he said. He stared at me for a second and I realized he wanted me to repeat his words back to him. As he waited for my confirmation, he pulled the hem of my dress up to my hips. His fingers stroked along my wet cunt.
"To be used by you," I said, unable to help the smile that snaked across my face. The anticipation was killing me. His fingers were sliding along my wetness.
"Good girl all ready for me," he said. "Did you think about all the dirty things I'm going to do to you while you were driving here?"
"Yes," I breathed. God, I just wanted his mouth on mine and his cock in me. My body arched into his, pressing against his body.
"Needy little whore," he said with a playful smile that I echoed back.
He kissed me. His tongue swept across the seam of my mouth, and I opened needing no more encouragement. His mouth ravished mine and I felt a finger sink into me. And then another. His fingers curled inside me in quickening motions, stroking me in exactly the way I loved.
He pulled his mouth from mine leaving my chest heaving. His fingers continued moving in me. Cole watched me as I began to moan and writhe against the wall.
"You were a good slut and remembered my fantasy," he said and then leaned closer. I could feel his breath against the wet skin of my neck as his fingers worked me so thoroughly, I could barely keep my thoughts straight. "I remember your fantasy. You wanting to be tied up and fucked by strangers." Shit. I'd forgotten I'd told him that.
"Fuck me now. Please," I begged. I needed his hard cock. I could see it straining for me in his sweats. Cole was playing my body like an instrument waiting for me to break before he'd give me what I'd come here for.
"Come for me, my little slut. Be a good girl and come." He finger fucked me harder, faster until the waves of my orgasm hit me. As my muscles clenched and I quivered my release he kissed me hard. When my orgasm finally stopped and I was breathless, pinned against the wall with my dress bunched around my waist, Cole said, "What a good slut you are," and kissed me again. He'd figured out early on that I had a praise kink.
He withdrew his fingers and released my wrists. I surged forward into him, not wanting another minute to go by without his cock. Cole grabbed my waist and hauled me up against him. My mouth claimed his as my legs wrapped around his waist. He put me down on the bed and withdrew his mouth. He hazed into my eyes. I was ready to literally beg to be fucked.
"Tell me," He said between his own panting breaths, "do you want your fantasy to come true tonight?"
"Who?" I breathed.
"Someone clean and safe."
I trusted Cole. Probably way more than I should for a fuck buddy. But he was always careful with whomever he was with both safety wise and emotionally. And I had come here for the fucking of my life. I really wanted that fantasy, and I wasn't going to turn it down.
I nodded.
"I need a verbal on this one," he said and my heart quickened. This was real. This was going to happen.
"I want strangers to come fuck me," I said. The glint in his eyes turned from serious back to playful and I felt myself get wet again.
"Lay back, slut."
I did so, near quaking in anticipation. Cole pulled more rope from his bag and tied it around each of my ankles and then to the bed. Then he secured my hands.
"This is really fucking hot," he said his eyes drinking their full of me. "Gagged or no?"
"No gag," I said.
"Blindfolded?"
"Yes."
He pulled a blindfold out of that amazing bag of his and slipped it around my eyes. I couldn't see anything. This was so hot I thought I might come at the first touch. My chest was heaving and Cole casually started running his hands down my stomach. "Just say stop if you get uncomfortable at any point."
"No. I'll say red zone," I said.
