I am tired from traveling all day and being stuck in meetings. All I really want to do was sleep, but a drink or two before turning in seems like a good idea. I head to the hotel bar and grab a stool and ask for a bourbon neat. As the bartender is setting my drink down a sexy, leggy brunette sits down beside me with a sigh.
“Horrible! Rough couple of days actually. Nothing a drink or two can’t help fix.” She responds.
“Let me get one for you, seems we’re both after the same thing here.” I laugh. She orders a drink and we chat about our jobs. She is in on business for a few days like me, but heading out tomorrow. She reaches for her glass and I notice a sizable wedding ring. I think to myself this is either going to end shortly or if I’m good and lucky, in the morning. She sits quietly while I ramble on, just listening to my stories. All the while I am really looking her over. She is stunning! Toned, shapely legs sticking out from under her conservative, but very well tailored grey business skirt. Tall, 4 inch heals might suggest she isn’t so conservative though. Classy but slutty, just how I like them. A firm, tight, round looking ass that makes my cock twitch slightly when I began to think about being balls deep in it. Her big tits sit perfectly on her chest, tan cleavage exposed against the stark white of her blouse. She notices me glancing at her chest and smiles a shy slight smile. Almost demure.
I ask “What are you thinking about? Obviously not the story of my awful meeting.”
“It’s nothing” she responds while fidgeting with her wedding ring. “I just don’t usually run into business men like you when I’m traveling” she says.
“What do you mean like me?” I ask.
“You know, not fat, sweaty, sloppy guys”. She responds. She was right though, I’m not your stereotypical traveling business man. I’m 41, but still in fantastic shape. 6'2" and 215lbs of crossfitting business man. Tattooed, goateed, and shaved headed business man. Outside of work I’d more likely be mistaken for a biker than a stuffy suit. Hmmmm, where is she going with this I think? She seems to start to loosening up as the second and third drinks go down. Laughing while we talk, touching my arm as she tells me about home. It’s now I figure I’ll break the ice.
“So, I noticed your wedding band. How long have you been married?” I ask.
She sighs again and her demeanor changes. “Too long it seems.” She responds. “He’s a wonderful husband, he just doesn’t seem interested in me any more, you know, in bed. I’m gone multiple nights of the week and yet when I get home he’d rather sleep or watch tv or anything else!”
“What? Are you kidding me? He must be blind or lazy or just dumb! I’d be wearing your pussy out all night!” I say. Oh shit! Did I just say that out loud? The look on her face though say it all. She is not taken back with disgust, more like a look of relief and curiosity. She also seems to squirm on her stool. I am instantly hard.
“And when we are together it’s very vanilla, I’ve told him I want more! More excitement!“she says. My mind starts racing. I am going to own this hot, married, MILF business woman tonight.
"I know what you mean, my last girlfriend couldn’t keep up with my deviant mind.” I say as I place my hand on her leg. I can feel the top of her thigh highs under her thin skirt. My 8inch cock is now twitching and throbbing beneath my pants. “You know, not trying to be forward here, but we could help each other out.” I tell her. She shifts on her stool again, my hand squeezing her thigh.
“And just how’s that” she asks curiously.
I laugh a little and lean close to her, my aching cock now touching her leg. I whisper in her ear, “Well I could use you like the slutty married whore you are and you could finally get that sexy little body of yours dominated and fucked like you have been wanting.” I slowly slip my hand under the hem of her skirt and she casually parts her legs as I continue, “I will fill every hole with my cock and cum. I will make you my fuck doll until tomorrow morning and then I’ll send your used, cum filled cunt and ass back home to your disappointing husband. You will do what I say, when I say or I will stop fucking you and leave. Is that understood? Does that make your pussy drip with lust and anticipation slut?” I can feel the heat radiating from her crotch. The thin strip of fabric covering her pussy is soaked. She looks at me biting her lip and just nods. “You must trust me before you can obey me. Are you ready to see what being a fuck toy is like?” I ask her.
“Good, then let’s go.” I tell her. I pay our tab and we start to leave the bar. I take her shaking hand and guide her towards the men’s room. She looks at me curiously and I remind her “Trust me”. We enter the men’s room and I lock the door behind us. “Pull up your skirt and take off your panties” I instruct her. Her skirt bunches around her waist as she slides her soaked panties down past her thigh highs and steps out of them. I walk over to her and run my rough hand over her smoothly shaved cunt. She shivers knowing how wrong it is. How wrong she is for cheating on her husband? How wrong it is that here she is, with a stranger she just met, in a men’s bathroom of a hotel bar, a panty less slut? I grab her wrists and raise them above her head. I move near the stall her hands near the metal cross piece above the door. I remove my tie and bind her hands restraining them to the metal above her head. I run my hands down her shivering, partially exposed body over her tits. I can feel her nipples hardening under my hands. I look at her blouse and rip it open. Buttons fly and land scattered on the floor. Her huge tits heaving with each of her breaths. I step back and admire her amazing body. “My god your body is made to be fucked! You are going to be such a fun toy to play with!” I walk back over to her and begin to finger her dripping wet cunt. I study her face as I do. Her mouth opens as she moans and she licks her wet, red lips. My mind drifts thinking about those lips wrapped around my fat cock head.
“Oh god, fuck me please” she says.
“In time slut. You will have this inside that cunt soon enough” I laugh as I unzip my pants and pull my thick hard cock free. She gasps as she sees the size and I assume hubby at home is not quite as blessed. “Do you like that cock, slut? Are you going to beg me for it like the cheap whore you are?”
“Oh yes! I want that long thick cock stretching all of me!” she replies. Just then there is a someone rattling the doorknob and knocking. I zip up my pants and look at the half naked slut tied to the stall. I smile as she has a look of confusion on her face as I walk toward the door and unlock and crack it. She starts to panic a bit as I talk to the unknown person on the other side of the door. The bartender then peeks his head in as I point her out. He smiles, says carry on, and leaves as I lock the door behind him. I walk back over to her and notice a shiny, wet trail of cum leaking out of her pussy and laugh thinking this slut probably would have fuck him too! Maybe later, right know I need my cock sucked. I reach up am untie her from the metal rain and pull her to near the sink.
“Squat down slut. Not on your knees, squat. I want your pussy open and exposed.” She squats down, still in her 4 inch heels, and looks up at me. I reach down and pull on her hard nipples. I’m still amazed she wasn’t wearing a bra under her blouse. Further proving that she is a nasty slut needing to be used. Her eyes never leave mine. “Take out my cock whore.” She reaches up with her still bound hands to undo my belt and pants. She gasps as she pulls my pants down and my cock springs into view. She reaches for it and I tell her “Only with your mouth slut. Don’t touch my cock with your hands unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”
Wrong answer slut. I slap her face with my heavy cock. “Yes what whore?”
“That’s better you cunt. Remember, tonight I own you and your body. Don’t worry I’ll send you back home a new woman. A insatiable slut! Now open your face cunt and stick out your tongue.”
“Yes sir” , she replies. I look down and see her staring up at me waiting, mouth open, and I grab my cock and rub it across her lips. I drip spit onto the fat head of my cock as it rests on her lips. “Tell me what you want whore” I tell her.
“I want your thick cock all over my worthless slut face. Please fuck my mouth and make me gag on your fat cock head as you shove it into my throat. I am your toy. I want you to use my body for your pleasure and fill me with your hot sticky cum”. the slut says. I look down and smile. Stroking her hair as my spit covered cock rests on her MILF face.
“I can’t wait to hear you beg for my cock later when I split your pussy wide open” I grab the base of my cock and slap her face and she moans. I reach for the back of her head and drip spit into her mouth just before I shove my cock deep into her mouth. She gags, but I hold her deep onto my cock. Looking up at me alarmed I can see her eyes watering. I release the back of her head and she breathes. The lust in her eyes tells me all I need to know.
“Please give me your cock. Please fuck my whore mouth like a pussy and feed me your cum!” She has now idea what she’s asking for and the physical and mental limits I’m about to put her though…..
