Hotel Slut
I stood outside room 115 at the Premier Inn, the tight red satin minidress clinging to every soft curve of my body. The fabric stretched across my heavy tits, nipples already hard and poking through, the hem riding high on my thick thighs. Black sheer tights hugged my legs all the way down to the pointed black heels. One hand on the wall, the other on my hip, I waited.
The door opened. He pulled me inside without a word.
The second it clicked shut I dropped to my knees on the carpet. His cock was already out, thick and hard, the head shiny with precum. I wrapped my red-lipsticked mouth around it and sank down, tasting the salt of him as I took him deep. I sucked hard, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling under the head while my hand stroked the spit-slick shaft. He groaned and fisted my hair, fucking my throat in short, deep thrusts until tears pricked my eyes and saliva ran down my chin onto the shiny red satin.
When he pulled out, a long string of spit connected my lips to his cock. I stayed on my knees, panting, lipstick smeared.
He told me to stand and bend over the bed. I did, the dress riding up over my ass. Instead of ripping the tights, he carefully rolled them down—slowly, deliberately—peeling the sheer black nylon off my hips, over my rounded ass and thick thighs, past my knees, and all the way off my feet. He folded them neatly and set them aside so they stayed perfect.
Now bare from the waist down, dress still on, I felt the cool air on my dripping cunt. He pushed the red satin higher, gripped my hips, and drove his cock into me in one hard thrust. I cried out as he stretched me open, thick and relentless, balls slapping against me with every deep stroke. He fucked me hard, the bed creaking, my big tits bouncing inside the tight dress. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit in fast circles. I came hard around his cock, walls fluttering and soaking him, moaning into the sheets while he kept pounding me through it. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my legs up, I watched his cock disappear into my messy, freshly fucked pussy again and again until he finally buried himself deep and came, thick hot ropes flooding me. I felt every pulse, every spurt filling me up.
Afterwards I cleaned up just enough, then carefully rolled the intact black tights back up my legs, smoothed the red satin dress back down over my cum-leaking cunt, fixed my lipstick, and walked out of the hotel looking almost respectable—except for the way my thighs rubbed together and the wetness already seeping into the crotch of the tights.
Hubby was waiting when I got home. He didn’t even let me speak at first. He pushed me against the wall, yanked the dress up, tore the tights just enough at the crotch this time, and shoved his cock into the same cum-slick hole his mate had just used. While he fucked me deep and hard in our hallway, I told him everything—how I sucked that thick cock until my throat was raw, how he carefully saved my tights so they stayed perfect, how he bent me over and filled me until it leaked down my thighs. Hubby came hard inside me while I was still talking, grinding deep and growling for more details. I fell asleep with his cum and the other man’s still dripping out of me, the shiny red dress draped over the chair, ready for the next time.
