I walk into the hotel meeting room and feel a pit in my stomach. I have wanted to be here for so long, to finally meet you after talking online. No one here knows that I have been chatting with you, and there is no one I could tell if I wanted to. I’m a fat, minivan driving wife and mother – who would believe that I had it in me to do this, to initiate this. My friends and husband would lock me up if they had seen what I wrote to you, the horrible, nasty dirty things I told you. Women like me aren’t supposed to talk like that, not even think like that, much less send strangers pictures of their ample ass and big tits.
I see you at a table talking with a mutual friend and try to go up to introduce myself. I get nervous and turn around, but my friend sees me and waves me over. He introduces us and I feel a rush to finally see you in front of me. I look to see if you recognize my name from email correspondence, to see if there is any glimmer of recognition at all, but you just smile and nod, like you do with everyone. There is nothing in your eyes to indicate that you know who I am, that I am special, or that you were expecting me. I say nice to meet you, and feel the heat of embarrassment and shame come into my cheeks. I motion to someone else I know, and say goodbye. I feel like an idiot, like a fool. Of course you don’t know who I am.
I wander around the room, pretending that I fit in, and go to the drink table to look like I have a purpose. After stretching that out as long as possible, I decide to give up and go home. Before leaving, I go into the bathroom. When I am done, I open to door, and there you are. As I try to leave the bathroom, you are coming in. I say excuse me, you say excuse me, and you have your normal happy goofy smile. Then, it changes. In a second, the smile is gone.
You push me back in the bathroom, spin me around, put my hands behind my back and put your hand over my mouth. Don’t fucking make a noise, you cunt, you say, not a goddamn noise.
You reach up my skirt with your other hand and shove you hand in my pussy. You pull on my pussy hair and say Jesus Christ you were right, this is the most fucking pussy hair ever. Stupid whore, you tell me, you should shave that nasty cunt. No one wants to fuck a hairy cunt.
I start to whimper because this is really scaring me, it’s moving too fast, I’m married, and a billion other reasons that don’t matter now. You pull your hand out of my pussy. You spin me around and force me to my knees. You tell me Now show me that cock-sucking you bragged about so much. Show me why you think some whore I don’t know is worthy of sucking my cock. I start sucking your cock but gag on your width. You slap me in the face and say Come on bitch, try again, I know you can do it without choking.
I try to take it all in my throat, and finally do. You force me down onto your cock until I can’t breathe, and then just before I pass out, you pull me off. I gasp for air quickly before you shove me back on your cock. I start to get really wet, and reach down with my fingers to play with my own clit. However, as soon as I start to get into it, really into it, you smack my face again, pull me off your cock, and drag me over to the toilet. You force my head into the bowl and my mouth grazes the seat. You pull my panties to the side, and I say try to say no, really, I do, but you shove one of your hands in my mouth. I bite down on your thick fingers, but you don’t care. I bite harder, but it’s no use, it’s like a flea biting an elephant, you barely even notice.
My pussy is now so wet that we can both smell it. You take your cock and shove it in my dripping wet pussy. You grab my hair as you fuck me, and the pain almost makes me pass out, except that your cock feels so good that I hang on. I worry that I am going to bleed from being fucked this hard, and just as I start to I start to move with you, you abruptly pull your cock out of my pussy, and try to shove it in my ass. But even with all the lubricant from my pussy, it won’t go in. You’re too big.
You lying little bitch, you say. You kept talking about how much you like it up the ass, but you can’t even take it. You’re a fucking baby! I try to say that it’s too big, but your hand is still in my mouth. You reach over to the sink, put some lotion from the dispenser in your hand, and rub it all over your cock. You then take the hand out of my mouth, use both hands on my hips, and shove your cock hard into my ass. It hurts so much I start crying, and yet backing into it at the same time. You take your hands off my hips, reach into my shirt and start pulling my breasts out of their bra. You pull and pinch my nipples as you fuck my in the ass, and I move my own hand down to my cunt to touch my clit. That’s right, you little slut, you like this don’t you, you want this, don’t you. You stupid bitch, pretending to be so pure and so innocent with your wife and mother act. The words are flooding straight from your mouth into my brain, into my pussy so hard that I am not sure if you are saying them or if I am thinking them.
I start to come, and you have to put your hand back over my mouth to keep me from yelling so that everyone would hear. After I come, you take your cock out of my ass, spin me around and shove your cock straight from my ass into my mouth. I gobble at it like a greedy little pig, but you push me back and instead jack off onto my face.
Then, you quietly zip up, go to the sink, adjust your hair and glasses, and wash your hands. You put your finger to your lips as if to say shh and leave the room, with me on the cold tile floor, shirt open, face and neck covered with cum.
Holy heck. I can’t decide if that was incredibly hot, or really terrifying…
xx Dee
BOTH!