It’s finally happening. I’m meeting the man I’ve been talking to online for months, I thought to myself as the plane pulled up to the gate. I knew it was only a matter of time before my company would ask me to travel to your town for work. You had agreed to pick me up from the airport and take me to my hotel, followed by going out for dinner and drinks. I was very nervous. You knew all my dark fantasies, and I yours, but we never discussed if we’d be living them out during my stay. I was hoping it was implied. I didn’t wear a short skirt and 4 inch heels on the plane for comfort. My DD breasts were nicely accentuated by my blouse and thankfully it was tight enough to support their weight even with out a bra. I knew you’d be able to tell I wasn’t wearing one and if you hadn’t already planned to fuck me, maybe my outfit would inspire you.

On the drive to my hotel, my mind was reeling. You are more handsome than your photos had prepared me for and I could see the outline of your cock in your pants. My panties were already damp as I thought about how much I wanted to feel it twitch, unloading your cum down my throat, in my pussy, and definitely deep in my ass, too. You had told me you were able to cum many times before you were empty and I had high hopes of being filled with every one of your loads. I haven’t been fucked much in the past few years, and when I have, it was never very satisfying. My holes are very thirsty. Somehow I manage to hold a conversation with you, despite imagining your cock roughly driving in and out of every one of my holes. If you know me at all, you already know I want you to make me your little slut while I’m here, but that you’ll have to take me. You know I want to be dominated, that I want you to force your way inside me.

We finally arrive at my hotel and you help me take in my bags. As I check in, you’re trying to decide if you should fuck me now or wait until we get a few drinks in us so you know you can really let loose on me. Still undecided, you follow me into my hotel room. I quickly tuck everything in a corner of the room to be dealt with later.

You’re standing rather close when I turn to you to ask if your ready to go eat. Seeing me standing there looking up at you, smiling sweetly, you were suddenly overcome with the need to defile that mouth, smiling so sweetly at you. What the fuck am I waiting for? She told me she would be in town because she WANTS me to fuck her, you thought to yourself. You rush me, pushing me into the wall. Kissing me passionately, you slide your hands up my hips, under my skirt until your finger find and hook onto my panties. You pull them down to my ankles and roughly start rubbing my clit with your thumb. I moan and close my eyes, my first orgasm already building. You undo your pants and free your rock hard cock. It’s not time for me to cum. You push me to my knees and your cock is down my throat before I even know what happened. You start pushing yourself further down my throat until you realize I’m doing it for you. I gag myself on your cock as I continue to deep throat you. Your original plan was to cum down my throat but as you look down at me, another idea comes to you. Grabbing a fist full of my hair, you pushed your cock down my throat one last time for good measure, then you pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the hotel desk.