This story is not true, it is just a story, okay a dream, I confess, you caught me.
Iâve been writing erotic stories on line for a long time. The majority of stories that I write are request from readers. They want to place themselves in situations and see what I do with it.
One of these readers is Britney, and Iâve written a number of stories for her. Now Britney is an extremely beautiful young girl. At 27 years of age, she has long brown hair, blue eyes, her slim 100 pound body is to die for. Her 38D breast on that slim frame will take your eyes right out of your head. She has a slim waist and a beautiful ass that will make a grown man drool.
Weâve communicated via Private Messages and E-Mails for a long time, so over the years I have gotten to know her quite well.
Me, well Iâm Roger, a gorgeous hunk, no Iâm really not. Iâm 53 years young and I try to keep myself fit, so I donât have to much of a beer gut. I stand at 5'9", 200 pounds, brown hair (turning a little grey).
Since Iâve been writing stories for Britney, we talked a little about maybe someday meeting one another. She sent me an e-mail saying she was going to be coming to Atlanta, for a conference that was going to last for five days. Of course she had no intentions of attending and wanted me to show her around the city. The conference was scheduled to start on August 19,2002, which was in three weeks.
I spent the time getting my place fixed up to look half-way decent for a single guy. On the day that she was to arrive, I was waiting for her in the lobby of the Peachtree Plaza Hotel, in downtown Atlanta. I didnât let her see me, but I was close enough to hear that she was going to be in room 5321.
She was dressed in solid black. Her pants were so tight around her ass, but loose in the legs, that the guys standing in line to check in, were checking her out. The top was almost like a halter, but the straps wrapped around under her breast and again on her waist. She looked beautiful.
I watched as the bellboy grinned his best smile as he escorted her into the elevator up to the 53rd floor. She was searching the lobby looking for me, as I was suppose to meet her there. I had remembered a fantasy of hers was that she goes to a strange city and after checking in and going to her room she was sexually assaulted by some stranger that tricked her into opening the door. I was going to make this come true for her.
I had worked at the Plaza a few years back and still knew the majority of the Security Officers that worked there. I talked to a good friend and he loaned me a master key, so I could get into her room. I gave her enough time to get undressed and shower after her trip. As I leaned on her door, I could still hear the shower running.
I slipped the key card in the lock and slowly opened the door. The room was empty and the bathroom door was closed, so I went in and hid in the large closet they provide for their guest. I slid a knitted cap over my head, with cut outs for my eyes, nose and mouth and waited.
When Britney opened the bathroom door, she had a large bath towel wrapped around her body. Her breast were still damp from the shower, with little droplets of water on them. She bent over to pick something off of the bed, and my eyes beheld the sweetest looking pussy I had ever seen. Her pussy was shaved, the lips pouted out as if they needed attention, and I was about to give them all the attention they needed.
I knew from our talks that her body had betrayed her on a couple of occasions when she got fucked by other men. She told me how she hated herself, but when her body responded, she could not stop.
She was just a foot away, with her back to me. Now was the time. I opened the closet door and from behind, I shoved her to the bed, rolled her over and clamped my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her eyes were scared, as she looked up at the mask I had on.
âDonât make a move, and donât say a wordâ, I said. âIf you yell, it will be the last thing youâll ever do, do you understand thatâ?
Britney nodded yes. I scooted her whole body up to the head of the bed and then reached into my back pocket to get some straps I had brought with me. I tied her wrist to the headboard and left her feet free.
Getting off the bed, I turned to her again and said, âWhatâs your nameâ?
She looked at me, she was really scared, but she finally stammered out that her name was Britney.
âWell Britney, I saw you downstairs in the lobby, and you looked good enough to eat, so I thought I wouldâ. âPlease donât, I have a friend that is due to be here any minuteâ, she said.
âYeah, sure you do, but Iâll take my chances anywayâ, I said. âNow Iâm going to remove the towel from you, and just remember what I said about screamingâ.
Moving closer to the bed, she turned her body away from me, âNo please donât do thisâ, Britney cried.
I sat on the edge of the bed, rolled her back towards me, and placed my hand on the top of the towel between her breast. I unrolled the top and started to open the towel. My eyes feasted on those breasts that I had only pictured. Her areolas were large, the nipples pointing. Her breast, although she was on her back, were not flat on her chest. They were standing proudly and so perfectly round.
I lowered my head and took her left nipple into my mouth. It started to harden as I lapped at the tip with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth. My hands were still holding the towel opened at the top, so I spread them and the towel laid on the bed, her body exposed to this stranger.
Britney crossed her legs to try from exposing her pussy, but I didnât want that right now. My hand released the towel and went to her right breast. I held that beautiful globe in my hand and caressed its firmness. I held that mound of flesh as if were a bag of pearls. Palming her nipple, as I sucked on the other one. Her breaths were starting to come a little faster.
My lips then took in her other breast, as the nipple was hard and just wanting to have some attention payed to it. I suckled at her breasts for a long time, enjoying the thought that her body was starting to betray her. As I kneaded her tits, and sucked on them, her body was slowly rolling to where she was on her back and her legs straight towards the foot of the bed.
I started to move down to her stomach and was kissing her belly button, as my hands were running up and down her outer thighs, feeling her flesh and the cheeks of her butt.
I had not touched her pussy yet, but she had opened her legs some to allow me to get my hand in between her legs. I continued to run my tongue into her bellybutton, and slowly, my hands worked to her upper thighs, then her inner thighs. Her legs spread further, as she started to release a moan or two from all this attention. Instead of moving my mouth to her pussy, I went back to her breasts. Suckling the nipples, as my hand wandered over her lower body, but not touching that lovely mound. Each time my hand came close, she raised her hips to get me to feel her cunt.
âOh please, my pussy is so wet, please do somethingâ, Britney panted.
I pulled my lips from her nipple and looked at her and said, âWhat do you want me to do to your pussyâ?
âAnything, but please do something, I need it badâ, Britney said.
I moved one hand down the side of her body to her thighs and slowly over her pussy. My middle finger spread her pussy lips and I felt her juices seeping from her body.
âYour pretty wet down there, do you want me to finger fuck your pussyâ, I asked?
âYes, yes, shove your fingers in my hole, fuck me with your handâ, Britney said, as her hips thrashed up to meet my hand.