Dana sat in her car, disguised in black wig and sunglasses, and watched the man she was about to fuck walk from his car across the parking lot and into the foyer of the cheap hotel.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. Her stomach was quivering with butterflies - but fear mixed with frustration was a heady combination that fuelled her desire. This was totally unlike her and no-one she knew – not her family – not her friends - would believe she was here - on this shabby side of town - contemplating what she was about to do.
Suddenly the phone she held clutched in her sweaty palm beeped. She glanced down and her heart raced at the simple message: "114". She could still back out and leave now and go back to her "normal" life. Instead she took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.
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The door to room 114 was slightly ajar – and with a trembling hand she pushed it open and stepped inside. She closed the door behind her and walked tentatively forward.
The room was in virtual darkness. Just one down-light cast a yellow pool on the cheap carpet, spilling onto the corner of the gaudy bedspread and lighting him from the waist down. He was sitting in the corner – his face in shadow – but with a glowing cigarette. Smoking! Dana thought to herself, and the waft of his tobacco sent a small taboo thrill through her already aroused body.
By earlier agreement she was not allowed to speak. His hand moved and summoned her forward into the pool of light, then stopped her. Stillness for a moment. Then his eloquent hand signalled for her to disrobe.
This was it – now or never. At home, Dana had a comfortable, loving, respectful relationship. But here – in this cheap room, in this cheap hotel – Dana didn't want respectable. She wanted to submit. To be used. To do all the things she'd secretly yearned for but didn't dare admit to.
Her simple wrap-around dress slid to the floor leaving her standing in brand new cut-away lace bra, matching thong and black stillettos. Her heart was hammering as he silently appraised her, the light above casting sharp shadows down her lush body. Here she didn't care about her few excess pounds – or her pale skin tone – or that her large DD breasts sagged under their own weight. And clearly neither did he. His hand moved again, instructing her to circle. She obeyed without hesitation allowing him to inspect her. He left the chair silently, the cigarette discarded, and surprised her with a hand on her shoulder, stopping her turn when she faced away from him. He forced her to bend at the hips. She reached down for her ankles and he stepped back to view her ample ass cheeks and the tight line of the thong. Then she felt his hand there. Oh god! Right there. Feeling her bottom and the crack of her ass. Sliding down to press his questing fingers into her silk-covered snatch. She gasped and moaned – unable to remain completely silent. His touch made her heart race anew, her nipples tighten and her sex begin to moisten.
Seconds later he eased her down on the bed on her back. Fear and arousal fought for control of her brain as his hands slid down her thighs and roughly ripped away the thong. He tossed it in pieces on the floor. She looked fearfully into his eyes, willing him to stop but wanting him to continue – wanting him to do anything he wished. He sank to his knees and Dana closed her eyes as his mouth closed on her swollen and greedy pussy. The touch of his tongue made her moan and her arousal soar. He wasn't gentle – but he was talented - and she felt his lips and tongue exciting every part of her exposed flesh. His hands slid under her ass to cup and squeeze the cheeks as he alternately licked her pulsating gash and sucked on her swollen clit. Her first orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and she bucked against his face – trembling and gripping his head with her thighs – till finally, her bottom sank back onto the bed and she gasped for air to slow her racing heart.
But he hadn't finished with her yet. And now he leaned over her to roughly grab her breasts – squeezing them and pushing up the bra cups to let them spill out. He stood back to feast his eyes on her naked tits and sodden pussy and she felt both shame and arousal at the cheap image she must present. Then she watched as he slowly shed his clothes – shirt, pants, socks and boxer-briefs. She was amazed at how hard and erect his cock was and she hungered to feel it inside her. But he just lay down beside her and raked his nails over her belly – exciting her flesh – then dipped his head to suck one rigid nipple into his mouth. Dana whimpered with pleasure – more so when his palm slid down her belly and he sank two invading fingers into her welcoming sex. She gasped again at this double assault on her body and began rotating her hips to feel more of his digits inside her. Again he showed great skill in arousing her. Bending and stretching his fingers to open her, then curling them up to excite a place she had never experienced before.
Now she moaned with abandon and writhed against his hand. Then his teeth sank into her nipple and she cried out in pain and exquisite pleasure. She raised her head to watch his mouth on her tortured nipple and to see his fingers plunging into her. The flat of his palm repeatedly struck her clit making electric sparks shoot through her body. She raised her heels onto the edge of the bed and thrust her hips against his hand as he pushed her higher and higher, finger-fucking her and sucking relentlessly on her engorged nipple. She had never been so wet. The lewd squelching sounds from her pussy heightened her arousal – he pumped his hand again and again driving her pleasure higher and higher. She cried out and lifted her hips and then she came in a way she never had before – gushing against his palm, her stomach convulsing and, when he pulled his hand away, squirting in a stream of pussy juice that shot upwards and rained down to splash on her belly and her breasts. She wailed in ecstatic pleasure as her cunt continued to spasm sending jet after jet of cum juice into the air. Finally, with his mouth pressed to her neck and his hand pressing down on her mons, her body calmed and she lay quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She couldn't help but speak: "Oh fuck – oh God – oh Jesus Christ..." He silenced her with a hard kiss – the first since she had stepped into the room. She wanted to die right then - happily, sated, fulfilled – but he had other ideas.
He roughly rolled her onto her stomach, unclasped her bra, pulled it roughly from under her cast it aside with her shredded panties. Then he stood behind her to lift her by the hips and pull her back against him. On her knees, with her vulnerable rear end fully exposed, Dana's head spun and her pulse kicked into overdrive again at the prospect of what might come next.
At first he did nothing and she whimpered – wanting him, needing him to fill her. But finally she felt the blunt head of his cock at her pussy lips. He worked the knob up and down her soaked slit – making her moan in frustration. She tried to push back against him but he stunned her with a stinging slap on the ass, commanding obedience. He worked his cock along her pussy lips till it teased her clit, then all the way back to her perineum – she gasped and cried out in protest. Where was he going? She tried to move away but he grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her back, delivering another smart slap to her other ass cheek. Then, before she knew it, he was there. The head of his cock lodged firmly in her vulva – he paused – she whimpered again – and in one hard, violent thrust he drove his length into the swollen, sodden depths of her cunt. Again she cried out as his rampant prick filled her entirely. He didn't pause but withdrew and slammed home again. Again she cried out. Then he began a steady fucking – driving into her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her as her excitement again began to peak.
She gasped – surely she couldn't come again? But this wholly strange environment, this cheap room and musty smelling bed, his relentless domination and forceful fucking worked on her like a magic potion making her tummy tighten again and her cleft grip his invading cock. She raised herself onto her elbows and her large breasts hung down, shuddering with each thrust of his prick. They shook and swayed under her making her abused nipples scrape against the bedspread. When he picked up the tempo her body responded – the harder he pounded her, the tighter she gripped him, till she felt again the deep quivering inside her womb that signalled a mounting orgasm. Again her words were involuntary: "Oh yes – oh God – fuck me – yessss – fuck me – ohhh yes so good... ooohhh yesssss – yessssss – aaaghhhhh..."
