I hadn’t meant to look back at him, but as the fat glans of the stranger’s cock stretched my pussy lips apart, I had to either look or succumb to fear and lurch away, or try to. He’d been staring at our joining, where his shaft was forcing my labia wider, but when he saw my head turn, he locked eyes with me, and held my gaze as he pushed more and more of his meat into me, a smile spreading on his lips as a moan I couldn’t stifle escaped mine.
It was too late for second thoughts. I’d known that as soon as I’d walked into the hotel room I hadn’t paid for, a room where the cost per night was more than my monthly rent. That was, if not an aphrodisiac by itself, certainly speaking to the part of me that craved the finer things, and resented the constant struggle just to put food on the table.
Earlier – not long ago at all – as per the instructions, I had ‘made myself comfortable’, getting undressed and putting on the luxurious hotel bathrobe. I went to the suite’s bar – it had a fucking stocked bar – and made the drink requested. I had also poured and downed a shot (or two) myself for courage when the door to the suite opened.
He was gorgeous, powerful looking in his suit, confident, foreign. I walked slowly up to him with his drink, doing my best to move seductively. I’m not bad at that, really, but I was nervous, too. I tried not to let it show. He took the drink, his fingers just touching mine, and I stepped back. As he brought the drink to his lips, I undid the robe and let it fall. I let him look for a moment before I turned and walked, stark naked, to the bedroom.
As I reached the door, I heard the drink being emptied, glass clacking onto a table, and footsteps across the tile floor behind me. At the foot of the bed, I half-turned to look over my shoulder. He was in the doorway, taking off his jacket, loosening his tie. His eyes never left my body.
When his boxers came down, revealing his hardening cock, my breath caught a little. He was bigger than either of the lovers I’d had before, and he wasn’t fully erect yet. But I was committed, and the butterflies in my stomach were as much from that sexual anticipation as fear. I knew I was wet, the feeling flush and warm between my legs.
He saw where I was looking, and waited for my eyes to meet his. When I did, he smiled at me, not unfriendly, but definitely hungry. I smiled back, pushing my nerves down, trying not to show him I’d never done this before, and climbed onto the soft king-bed on hands and knees. I slid my knees wide apart and arched my back, presenting myself to him. Not a word had passed between us, and a total stranger was climbing onto the bed behind me, and laying a hand on my head to push it down to the bedcovers, tilting my ass and pussy to him just that much more.
I didn’t flinch when his hands moved down my back to my hips. But they didn’t stop there, sliding around to my inner thighs, fingers gently pulling me open even wider until the hot, blunt knob of his cockhead nestled right there. Nothing now to stop this man who I’d seen for the first time mere minutes ago, this anonymous cock, from entering me, filling me completely, and God help me if I wasn’t already getting close to cumming. But I had to look…
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 
oh this needs a part 2 please.