I was looking over the city from the glass window when I heard a slight knock on the door. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with excitement in my chest, as I turned around to face the door. The hotel room was spacious, with a king-size bed in the left corner and a table with two leather armchairs in front of the glass window where I was standing. I always chose this hotel because it was at the end of town, and not many people could be seen around, at least none that I might know.
I took three brief steps and opened the door. She stood right there, looking down the hallway as if she feared someone might see her. As I opened the door, she turned her head, and her big eyes widened a bit when she saw me. Then she smiled nervously. God. She looked exactly like her. I have done this numerous times and have managed to find some girls that came quite close to what I was looking for but this one... this one was a perfect copy. My stomach clenched and I could feel my dick getting hard just by looking at her and thinking about what I was going to do to her.
"Hi!", she said and her voice was higher than what I expected. This disappointed me a little. "May I come in?"
Without waiting for a response, she squeezed past me and swiftly entered the room. I closed the door quietly and observed her as she looked around. She was way shorter than me and the miniskirt she was wearing was barely covering her round ass. Her legs were toned, her boobs were not big, but they were perky. I could see she was not wearing a bra by the way they jiggled under her top. She turned and looked at me with her big eyes, and my heart skipped a bit. This time, I had hit the jackpot. She was an absolute copy of my daughter. And I knew I was about to use her till my balls were empty.
She appeared anxious and uncomfortable, so I took the matters into my own hands.
"Would you like a drink, Sarah? It might help you relax," I asked as she settled into one of the armchairs. "How about some wine?" I suggested, making my way to the mini-bar.
"Actually, something stronger, please," she replied. I poured us each a glass of whiskey and sat down in the armchair opposite her, placing the glasses on the table between us. "Thanks. Do you mind?" she asked, gesturing toward a small bottle of pills she had just retrieved from her purse.
"What's that?" I frowned.
"Just a little something to help me relax. Don't worry, it's not the first time I take it."
"Do you usually do things like this?"
"You mean meeting up with strangers in hotels to have sex?", I nodded. She smiled shyly. "It's my third time now and then when I can't take it anymore. My boyfriend, poor guy, he tries but he doesn't have it in him." I glared down at her, not completely understanding what she meant. She sighed. "Being dominant, I mean. I want it harder, rougher. I want to be used." Her cheeks got red and she looked down embarrassed by her confession. The pills were still in her hand and she squeezed the bottle with her little hand.
"Is that safe?, I asked pointing at them. "I don't want any trouble. I am a married man, I cannot deal with you if you overdose or something and I have to take you to the hospital. It's a small town, after all, word gets around fast."
She shook her head and looked at me. "No, no. They are completely safe, just for my nerves, they make me relax and have a good time. I am not a druggie." She seemed offended by my remark.
I nodded. "Do as you wish." She then opened the bottle and took two of the pills, put them in her mouth quickly and poured the whiskey down her throat. As she was putting the little bottle away in her purse, I saw it didn't have a prescription label.
I got up and went to the wardrobe where I left my belongings. I took a folder from it and gave it to her.
"My STIs results." She nodded and took the folder from my hand. She checked the documents briefly and then returned the folder back to me. She opened her purse and gave me her tests' results. She was clean. "I don't use a condom. If you are not on birth control, I can give you some money for plan B.", she nodded. I sat down in the chair again and made myself comfortable. My dick was getting hard again, sensing we were about to begin. "Any rules?", I asked knowing damn well, that whatever she said it didn't matter as I was going to fuck every one of her holes.
"No anal and no pooping stuff."
I nodded. "Anything else?"
She shook her head lightly and I took that as a "no".
"Then, I will begin. From now on, you are going to call me Daddy. If you want something you are going to ask for it politely, beg me even." I said sternly. She nodded. "You are always going to say thank you after I finish fucking you and you will cum only when I allow you to. When I tell you to do something, you will oblige and do it immediately without a complaint. If you don't obey me, I am going to punish you. Believe me, I can be quite creative with my punishments. And you are going to take my punishments quietly, without screaming or making a scene. The harder you make it for me to punish you, the harder it will be for you later. You understand?"
She nodded and I saw fear in her eyes. I didn't want to scare her away before even having a chance to have fun with her so explained to her that she can use a safe word if she feels it's too much. She nodded again. Now when everything was clear, it was time.
"Now get up and start undressing."
Sarah stood up and took off her top quickly. Her boobs popped out of it and I admired their perfect roundness. They were not huge but big enough to fill my palm if I squeezed them. Her nipples were already hard. She was definitely a bit scared. I smiled to myself. "Touch your tits," she obliged and started massaging herself and pinching her perky nipples between her small fingers. I could imagine myself cumming all over them. "Good girl. Now take your panties off but keep your skirt."
As she was taking her panties off, I could feel my dick throbbing. I was so excited and aroused, I wanted to fuck her already but I also wanted to take my time and enjoy playing with her. From the way she followed my commands, I knew we were about to have a good time. She was a slut. She wanted this so badly and I was about to give it to her just like she wanted - hard and rough until she begged me to cum and stop abusing her holes.
"Turn around and bend over. Show me your little pussy."
She did as I said. Her short little skirt exposed her bare ass and I could finally see how round and beautiful it really was. Just perfect for a hard spanking.
"Spread your cheeks," her hands immediately grabbed her butt cheeks as she was waiting for my command and she spread them nicely so that I can see her little hole. It already glistened with wetness. "Are you wet already, Sarah?", I said amused from what I was seeing.
