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Your phone lights up just as you pass under the “Welcome to Atlantic City” sign, a smile instinctively flashes across your face. “Room 237” is all it says, your destination now known, as you make your way to the parking garage. You walk through the lobby, half knowing what to expect and guessing the rest, your tight jeans and cleavage attracting stares as your heels click the tile floor with every step. Knocking on the heavy door to room 237, you hear the latch open as I open the door. The grey joggers lure you in, the imprint of my semi-hard cock against the cotton attracting your gaze, the door closing behind you. I push you up against the door, my hands sliding under your jacket as our lips meet, our tongues tangled and exploring each other’s mouth. I slowly pull back, your bottom lip between my teeth. “Now it’s you and me baby girl. Get undressed,” I suggest, motioning to the shower.

By the time you step into the shower, the bathroom is filled with steam, the hot water running down my body. Your eyes move across my body, your stare lingering on my cock, soap dripping off my half hard thick shaft. Our eyes lock as you step toward me, your hand reaching out to my wet dick. Your soft fingers wrapping around me, your tits pressed against my body, our lips meeting again as the hot water covers us. My left hand tangling in your blonde hair, my right massaging your soft ass as your fingertips slowly slide up and down my shaft. Our bodies press against each other, your hand now teasing my balls with my thick cock pressed against your stomach. I turn you around so my dick now presses against your ass, my hand lightly gripping your neck, the other rolling your hard nipple through my fingers. As my hand slowly glides down your wet skin, my fingers discover your clit, rubbing you until your hands rest on the wet tile to steady yourself. I hold you up by your neck, my teeth and lips sending shivers down your spine, your legs week with the familiar numbness of pleasure. Your moans drowned out by the water hitting our bodies as you come down from your high. I bring my hand up to your lips, your tongue cleaning your juices from my fingers, you moan as I whisper “time for you to get dressed babygirl”.

After drying each other off, I lay down on the bed as you look through your bag for your dress, my legs hanging off the mattress. You look across the room at me, slowly rubbing my hard cock as I watch your sexy silhouette from across the room. “I think I know what you need sir” you announce with a smirk on your face, slowly walking towards me. With out eyes still locked on each other, you drop to your knees in from of me, your tongue wetting the base of my cock, your thumb massaging precum from my swollen head. You leave a trail of kisses up my shaft, my tip now disappearing between your lips, your tongue mixing my precum with your spit. More of my cock disappears into your mouth, a grunt of pleasure escaping my lips as I feel your hot breath cover my cock, your tongue sliding down my shaft as you force more of me into your mouth. Your lips almost at my base, you begin to gag, my hand on the back of your head pushing you down. I let you up for air, a string of spit still connecting my cock to you as I stand up over your. Your blonde hair wrapped around my fingers, I pull you up and push your torso onto the bed. You feel my tip push against your asshole, slowly entering you and pushing deeper as you bite into the bed sheets to step from screaming. My hips reach your soft ass, my cock filling you as get accustomed to your stretched asshole. My tough hands push your hips into the bed as I slowly thrust into your ass over and over. Your hand grasp at the sheets, your moans muffled by the mattress. I thrust deeper into you, coating your insides with hot semen. My pulsing cock releasing rope after of rope of cum into you, filling your now stretched ass with my seed. I pull my drained dick from you, and reach under the pillow. You see the glare of the shiny metal plug in my hand before I slide it into you. “This is part of your dinner outfit. Tonight your my slut, and I’m going to make sure you know,” I tell you as I walk to your bag. I grab the black lace thong from your bag, “this is not” I remark, wrapping the fabric between my fingers. “I’ll keep thses with me tonight” I tell you, putting them in my pants pocket. “Now get dressed babygirl. Our reservation is in 30 minutes, I command you as I walk into the bathroom to clean up.

NSFW: yes

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