Filthy Anal Encounter
The hotel bar was a den of decadence, I stood there, my voluptuous body poured into that crimson satin dress, the fabric so tight it might as well have been painted on. The deep V-neck plunged low, my heavy tits spilling out, the tight skirt gripping my wide hips and fat arse, barely hiding the obscene secret I’d prepared for the day—a massive, butt plug, its thick base pressing against my stretched rim, making my arsehole throb with every step. My sheer black stockings clung to my thick thighs, and my glittering heels clicked on the floor as I moved, the plug shifting inside me, stretching my tight hole, making my cunt so wet I could feel my juices soaking my inner thighs.
I saw him at the bar, his eyes predatory, as I approached. We’d planned this for weeks—a raw, no-limits anal fuck in this posh hotel—and my pussy was already a slick, dripping mess at the thought. I swayed over, the plug making my arse clench, and he stood, his gaze fixating on my curves. “You look like a fucking whore in that dress,”, his voice dripping with lust, and I smirked, leaning in to purr, “Wait till you see the slutty surprise I’ve got shoved up my arse.”
We didn’t bother with pleasantries. He grabbed my wrist, dragging me to the lift, and the moment the doors shut, he slammed me against the wall, the cold mirror pressing into my back as he yanked my dress up over my hips. My arse was on full display, the huge plug’s base sticking out, my puckered hole stretched wide around it, glistening with the lube I’d slathered on earlier. “Fuck, you dirty bitch,” he growled, gripping the plug and twisting it hard, making my arsehole burn as I moaned, my cunt gushing, a trickle of my slick running down my thigh. His fingers plunged into my soaked pussy, three of them stretching my tight hole, fucking me rough and deep as my juices squelched around him, dripping onto the left floor. “You’re a fucking mess already,” he said, smearing my cum over my clit, making me shudder.
In the room, he didn’t hold back. He ripped the dress off me, as he left me in just my stockings and heels, my tits bouncing free, nipples hard and aching. He shoved me onto the bed, my arse in the air, my gaping, plugged hole on display as he spread my cheeks wide. “Look at that slutty arsehole,” he grunted, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto my stretched rim, watching it drip down. His fingers dove into my cunt again, four now, stretching my pussy wide as he finger-fucked me, my slick walls clenching, the wet, sloppy sounds echoing in the room. I was a moaning, writhing mess, my arse twitching around the plug as he curled his fingers, hitting my G-spot until I screamed, my pussy squirting hard, soaking the sheets, my juices pooling beneath me.
I reached for his cock, fumbling with his trousers until his thick, veiny shaft sprang free, already leaking precum. I gripped him, my fingers barely fitting around his girth, and stroked him, smearing his sticky precum all over his throbbing head, down his shaft, my hand slick with it. I was desperate to taste him, so I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering as I took him in, his cock stretching my lips as I sucked him deep. I gagged hard, my throat convulsing, spit and precum drooling down my chin, pooling on my tits as I made it sloppy, my tongue swirling around his piss slit, tasting the salty tang of him. “You’re a nasty fucking cocksucker,” he groaned, fisting my hair and ramming his dick down my throat, fucking my face until my mascara ran, spit dripping onto the floor.
He yanked me up, bending me over the bed, my arse high, stockings stretched tight over my thighs, my heels digging into the carpet. He grabbed the plug, pulling it out with a slow, torturous drag, my arsehole gaping wide, spitting on it again, the warm glob sliding into my gaping arse. He lined up his cock, the thick head pressing against my stretched rim, and pushed in, slow at first, my arsehole burning as he stretched me even wider, the raw friction making me scream. “Take it, you filthy cunt,”, inching deeper, his balls finally smacking against my dripping pussy as he bottomed out, my arse so full I could feel him in my gut.
He started slow, his cock sliding in and out, my arsehole gripping him tight, the wet, squelching sounds of my stretched hole filling the room. But slow wasn’t enough—he grabbed my hips, slamming into me harder, faster, his cock pounding my arse raw, his balls slapping my clit with every brutal thrust. “You love that cock in your dirty arse, don’t you?” he said, and I screamed, “Yes, fuck my arse, make it hurt!” My hole was a gaping, sloppy mess, the friction burning as he fucked me deeper, my insides stretching to take him. He reached around, rubbing my clit hard, and I came again, my arse spasming around his cock, my pussy squirting so hard it sprayed across the bed, my whole body shaking as I screamed, “I’m fucking cumming!”
He wasn’t done. He pulled out, my arse gaping, dripping with my own slick, and shoved his cock straight into my mouth. “Taste your fucking arsehole, you nasty slut,” he ordered, and I moaned, sucking the musky, tangy taste of my arse off his dick, my tongue lapping at his shaft, cleaning every inch as I gagged on the filth of it. The depravity made my cunt throb, and I could tell he was close, his cock twitching in my mouth. He pushed me back onto the bed, spreading my cheeks so wide my arsehole gaped even more, and slammed his cock back in, fucking me harder than before, his thrusts so deep I felt them in my core. “I’m gonna fill your slutty arse with my cum,” he roared, and with one final, brutal thrust, he exploded, his hot, thick cum shooting deep into my arse, rope after rope of it, an anal creampie that left my hole overflowing, his spunk dripping out, running down my thighs, pooling on the sheets.
He pulled out slow, my arse a wrecked, gaping mess, his cum oozing out, sticky and warm, as I collapsed, my stockings and, my heels still on, my body trembling from the raw, filthy fuck. I knew I’d be back for more.
After the filthy encounter, I slipped back into my red satin dress, the fabric clinging to my sweat-slicked skin, barely holding together after the rough fucking I’d just endured. My arse was still throbbing, my hole gaping and leaking his thick cum, the sticky mess dripping down my thighs as I adjusted my stockings, the sheer black material clinging to my legs. My heels clicked on the hotel room floor as I grabbed my bag, my body aching with every step, the rawness of my stretched arse a constant reminder of the depravity I’d just revelled in. I glanced in the mirror—my makeup was a mess, mascara streaking down my cheeks, lipstick smeared, my hair a tangled nest of debauchery. I looked like a well-fucked slut, and I loved it.
I made my way back through the hotel bar, the dim lights casting long shadows as I walked, my hips swaying despite the ache. The bartender glanced up, his eyes widening as he took in my dishevelled state, the dress barely covering my tits, the cum still trickling down my inner thighs, leaving a faint sheen on my stockings. A few patrons turned their heads I slid into my car, the cum still oozing from my wrecked hole, soaking into the fabric beneath me. I started the engine and drove home, the clock on the dashboard reading 3:15 PM—it was still early, plenty of time for more.
When I pulled into the driveway, my husband was waiting. I stepped inside, the scent of my earlier fucking still clinging to me, my dress hanging off my curves l. He looked up from his laptop, his eyes darkening as he took in my state—the sexy dress, the smeared makeup, the way my thighs glistened with another man’s cum. “You’ve been a dirty fucking whore, haven’t you?” he growled, setting his work aside. I nodded, biting my lip, my pussy already throbbing again at the thought of what he’d do to me.
He didn’t waste time. “I need to finish something for work, but you’re not going anywhere,” he said, grabbing a coil of rope from the drawer. He shoved me onto the bed, still in my dress, stockings, and heels, and started hogtying me—my wrists bound tightly behind my back, my ankles pulled up and secured to my wrists, the rope biting into my skin so hard I whimpered. He yanked my knickers down, the ones I’d been wearing all day, now soaked with my cunt juices and the faint musk of my arse, and stuffed them into my mouth. “Taste your filthy cunt,” he snarled, using duct tape to keep them in place, the fabric gagging me, my muffled moans barely audible as I squirmed on the bed. He left me there, tied up and helpless, my dress rucked up over my hips, my gaping arse on display, cum still dripping from my stretched hole as he went back to his work.
I don’t know how long I lay there, the ropes digging into my flesh, my body aching, my pussy dripping onto the sheets as I writhed, the gag making me drool around my own knickers. Finally, I heard his footsteps return, and my heart raced as he stood over me, inspecting his bound little slut. He untied my legs, leaving my arms tightly secured behind my back, and spread my thighs wide, my face pressed into the mattress, my arse in the air. He hitched my dress up higher, exposing my wrecked hole, still red and puffy from the earlier fucking, his fingers tracing the cum-slicked rim. “Look at this gaping fucking arsehole,” he growled, spitting on it, the warm glob mixing with the mess already there. “You’re such a cum-filled slut.”
He didn’t bother with prep—my arse was already stretched and slick. He unzipped his trousers, his cock hard and throbbing as he pressed it against my gaping rim, sliding in with one brutal thrust. I screamed into the gag, the sound muffled by my knickers, the tape holding them tight as he started fucking my arse, his cock stretching my already raw hole even wider. The friction burned, my insides clenching around him as he pounded me, his balls slapping against my dripping cunt with every thrust. “You love being a dirty anal whore, don’t you?” he grunted, grabbing my bound wrists for leverage, slamming into me harder, my body jolting with each thrust, my tits bouncing beneath me, still trapped in my dress.
He fucked me relentless, my arse squelching around his cock, the mix of cum and spit making it sloppy and wet, the obscene sounds filling the room. I came hard, my pussy squirting onto the bed, my arse spasming around his dick as I moaned into the gag, drool soaking the sheets. He didn’t stop, fucking me through my orgasm “I’m gonna add to that creampie, you filthy bitch,” he said , and with a final, deep thrust, he came, his hot cum shooting into my already filled arse, mixing with the load from earlier, the excess oozing out around his cock, dripping down my thighs in thick, creamy globs.
But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, my arse gaping wider than ever, cum pouring from my wrecked hole, and moved to my face. He ripped the tape off, pulling my soaked knickers from my mouth, and shoved his cock between my lips. “Clean my dick, you nasty slut,” he ordered, and I sucked him eagerly, tasting the musky mix of my arse, his cum, and the other man’s load, my tongue lapping at his shaft as I moaned, the filth of it making my cunt throb again. He fucked my face slow and deep, making me gag, my throat convulsing around him until he was satisfied, pulling out to smear the last of his cum across my lips.
He left me there, still bound, my face pressed into the cum-soaked sheets, my arse gaping and leaking, my body trembling from the intensity. “You’re my perfect little whore,” he murmured, kissing my forehead before walking away, leaving me to bask in the aftermath of our depraved afternoon still tied on the bed.
