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The message blares over the public address. I already know what it is as I look out the window and see nothing but tarmac ahead of me. The flight bound for Las Vegas simply is not here and will not be here until the next day. The crowd of grumpy midwesterners sighs in unison and I’m sitting in this tight seat ready to get up, make the trek to the parking lot and go home for a while.
As I proceed to put my phone away, the face of someone familiar catches my radar. She is sitting across from me with a grey hoodie and baggy everything else. She looks upset, maybe rather puzzled at the situation we discover ourselves in. I ask her if everything is all right despite not being able to place the face.
She pauses to collect her words, then speaks slowly.
“I’m…I’m just totally fucked over now. I needed to be there today.”
Now the gears begin turning and the voice registers.
“Why did you need to be there today?,” I ask.
Her dark brown eyes raise to meet mine. She pauses again and looks me over.
“Well, you don’t look like the type who would know.”
So, at this very moment, I figure out. I paid a few bucks a few months back for the privilege of accessing her very impressive archive of photos and videos. Yes, this woman…this girl in front of me… has been a comfort for me during lonely company trips. So, I guess it’s a compliment she doesn’t view me as a creeper and if I’ve known enough for years on the Internet, you just shut the fuck up if you happen to meet a stranger you’ve seen naked. There is no sense in bringing it up.
“Well, whatever it is, it sounds important. But me? It’s just delaying a little vacation a day. No big deal.”
She sighs and looks around the emptying out seating area.
“If I have to go to a shitty airport hotel, I will be fucking pissed. I get very sketched out by all of that. For my own self satisfaction, I usually need to thoroughly research a hotel before I book it. Here I have no power over what they choose for me, unless of course, I want to book my own thing, then I’ll be sitting in here for hours being OCD and exhaust myself even more.”
So, here I am with the ability to offer her a whole room to herself in my place that’s just 10 minutes away. But that would be creepy to bring that up? Right, right? But, fuck it. I blurt it anyway.
“Well, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m 10 minutes away by car. I will be on the same flight as you tomorrow. I have a separate room with a separate shower if you want. It’s actually listed on AirBn but nobody is there right now. I’ve got food, drinks and clothing you can you use for sleeping if you want. Yeah, I realize this shit is crazy, but you can sit here figuring out your next move or you can be in bed within the hour and not worrying about all of this.”
I show her the photos of the space from the app. She sees that the property account matches my face.
“You know your photo doesn’t do you justice. I think I’ll take you up on this. Private entrance?”
I realize this is where the deal will implode and open my mouth to tell her it is in fact not a private entrance but she cuts we off.
“Just kidding. I don’t care. Can we get the fuck out of here?”
I nod my head and she follows me as we head to long term parking. During the walk over she doesn’t say much and I don’t attempt to breach the silence. Once we reach the car, I put her carry-on bag in the backseat and I throw my small bag in the trunk where it will stay until tomorrow.
She puts her hoodie up, earbuds in and rests her eyes on the drive over. When we get to my place, she perks up and asks me my name.
“It’s Steven.”
She responds with a name that does not match the one I knew.
“I’m Kate. I actually grew up a few hours from here, but I don’t really talk to my family much these days.”
We hustle into the house and she’s impressed with what she sees. It’s nothing special. It’s just clean and a few months free of a new paint job.
“I’m already glad I made this decision Steven.”
She puts her bag down on the kitchen table and goes to the refrigerator. She opens it quickly and scans it.
“I’m not all that hungry but I’ll have a look. This is sincerely a strange request to ask but I would love a glass of wine to get me to relax.”
Well I have exactly one. It’s on the counter. It’s a mildly expensive red wine from a local winery but am I gonna tell her no? Of course fucking not.
“Here. I’ll open this and we can both have a glass and get our asses to bed,” I tell her in a commanding tone.
“Shit, yeah.”
I grab two glasses and open the bottle in record time for me. I pour each equally and hand her the first one I poured. She smiles as she is seated in the breakfast nook.
“Thank you Steven. Here, let’s do a toast. To a turn of luck!”
The glasses ting and we get to drinking.
“I felt like it has already turned to tell you the truth,” I say.
She laughs and agrees.
“You are so kind to let me stay here. What even crossed your mind to ask a homeless-ass looking girl like me to stay with you? I mean, I could be a thief or a scam artist. Or looking to take advantage of you.”
She laughs manically. Is she on to me? I can’t tell, but I played it cool this far.
“I guess I wasn’t thinking about any of that. You looked like you needed help and I just asked.”
Total bullshit, of course.
“Oh, you’re really just a Good Samaritan, Steven? A Good Samaritan, giving wine to a 19-year-old he just met.”
Well, now I may have miscalculated here. She seems to be trying to feel out this situation a bit more.
“Oh fuck, should I not do that? God damn it. I didn’t think you looked 19 and I didn’t want to ask.”
She slowly sips with a teasing gaze but as quick as that flash of her erotic persona appears it is gone.
“And here you think I was the one who should have been more careful, Steven. Tisk tisk. Giving underage girls alcohol. What’s next, you’ll want to shower with me?”
I spit out my drink. She bursts out laughing.
“Oh, fuck my dude. Relax.”
She’s testing me. I know it.
“You know how to push buttons, I see.”
She nods.
“I’m just fucking with you dude. You seem like a solid guy. You’d never take advantage of a wandering stranger who is spending only one night and one night only in your house. No, I don’t see it. You’re a good boy.”
Now, this seems like it’s provoking a response.
“More button pushing. What are you in, sales? A bartender?”
She doesn’t answer the question.
“It’s getting late. What kind of clothes do you have for me to wear or shall I prance around in these homeless sweats that are getting a bit funky from all that airport sweat.”
I open the closet in the hallway and point to old flannel shirts.
“Will these do?”
Her eyes light and she grabs a red and black checkered one, takes it off the hanger and smells it.
“Steven, oh my god, your shirts smell great. But I guess you just want me to sleep in my panties and I’m O.K. with that.”
Beginning to get more annoyed with this situation, I slip up.
“I don’t care if you go bare assed or if you put on my gym shorts. It’s all up to you, Kate.”
Without hesitation, she’s plays the game, perhaps a bit tipsy from that minimal bit of wine.
“I don’t think I’d fit into your shorts, Steven. In fact, I honestly doubt you’d let me into your shorts.”
Getting more apprehensive by the second, I wonder what the fuck is going on. I don’t feel in control of any of this.
“I thought you just wanted a place to crash and that’s what I’m giving you. You can go through my shorts if that’s something that’s interesting to you, but you know both of us have to be up in the morning.”
A mischievous look appears on face again but this time she holds onto it.
“I often change my mind and am easily manipulated as you can see,” Kate said. “But for right now I feel dirty. Do you want to point me in the direction of the room or should I use your shower? I mean is it nicer?”
I tell her it is nicer and describe every last detail of it to her even though it is literally just a few feet away.
“Well I’m going in there then. I think we both deserve a bit of luxury after today.”
Wait, what the fuck is my luxury. Then as she starts walking down the hall she tosses off her hoodie and shimmies out of her sweat pants. She has a matching set of green panties that hug her ass and a lacy bra.
“I see,” I say to myself as she turns on the water and does not close the door.
I walk away back into the kitchen, turning my back on a perceived invitation or just more of that dangerous game she’s playing. As she showers she’s humming pop songs and I can see the steam billowing out into the rest of the house. Once she is done squawking out one more bad chorus, she turns off the water and I don’t hear anything for a few minutes.
“Hey are you all right in there?”
Nothing on her end.
“Hello? Kate?”
It’s still silent.
“Fuck, I’m going to be walking into some shit, I know it,” I mumble as I walk over.
In the bathroom, she’s wrapped tightly in a towel and brushing her hair. She looks nothing like the OnlyFans harlot or the disheveled airline passenger.
“Oh too bad you didn’t pop in a minute early, you would have seen a lot more,” she says smugly.
I quickly point out that the shirt is still in the hallway.
“Well, fuck me, it still is. Why don’t you bring it to me.”
I do as she requests only to come back with the towel on the floor and her clean, tight body glowing under the bathroom light fixtures.
“Just think of it as a thank you for all of your hard work,” she says wryly.
“You think this was hard work?,” I spit back as I toss her the shirt.
She says nothing and takes the shirt and flosses it between her legs, doing an impromptu erotic dance of some sort. My eyes lock on those movements and I just fucking quit repressing the urges. I grow stiff and achy under my jeans.
“Tell me Steven. This isn’t your first time seeing me, is it? You’ve paid for this before, right? I bet you’re wondering how I know? Of course I fucking know, Steven. I always know but in your case it was special.”
I wonder just how fucking bad my game face was this whole time but she just continues in on me.
“Steven, you sent me pictures of your cock. I’ve seen this place before in the background. Oh don’t worry, it’s a good, strong dick you have there. But you know what, you were god damn on fire in those sexting sessions, putting in all that effort with your choice of words. And fuck yeah I touched myself while sending you all those filthy pictures in return. Isn’t that what I was supposed to do Steven?”
My memory does not recall any sexting sessions. Did I just give in one night and splurge after a night at the bar? I must have.
“C’mon Steven. Consider this body your rent for tonight.”
I try to get into the sexting mindset she had mentioned.
“There was a surge in demand at the last minute, so that’s going to cost extra.”
She drops to her knees and unzips near the bulge in my jeans and quickly works them down to my knees. She reaches in her small hand inside my briefs and wraps her fingers around it. Giving it some slow jerks to coax the precum to the tip.
“Will you take this form of payment, sir?”
She pulls down the boxers and plops her sassy lips on the heads. It is clear she is not a creature that is in for a tease as she sucks the tip vigorously and quickly pushes me to the edge without much effort at all. I guide her head over my cock, directing this fantasy with purpose.
“As your host, I must give you the rundown of the place,” I say as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Oh yeah, Steven what do you have to tell me about? Am I expected to do laundry? Is there a penalty for that even if I don’t use my bed?”
I gulp and hear her choke a bit as she gets more aggressive.
“I was just going to give the Wifi password but you will be expected to clean any dirty sheets you leave behind in this house.”
Her lips pop off and she rises to her feet and goes into my bedroom.
“Well then if I’m expected to clean then I am going to be a real fucking dirty girl for you Steven.”
She crawls on all fours on the king size mattress and tosses whatever pillows across the room, except for the one I sleep on. She grabs that and straddles it, rubbing her wetness straight into it.
A little miffed by her behavior, I push her over on her side and she rights herself and spreads her legs wide at the end of the bed. She is dictating too much of this however and I completely pull her off the bed by her feet and onto the floor. I pick her back up onto her feet and bend her the fuck over at the foot of the bed.
With cock in hand, I jerk it over her ripe ass. It pulses in my fingers and I don’t recall a time in my life where I have had this much urge to just wreck whatever was in front of me.
“This is the Steven I like. The Steven that is going to fuck a 19-year-old OnlyFans slut who had her photo shoot canceled today. I deserve it for being the late bitch I am. I should have been there yesterday Steven.”
I spank the fleshy ass hard. She cries out. I do it again, with more force. She wails my name. I slam my spit-covered cock right inside and hold it there. She’s paralyzed in this position. I thrust repeatedly. Calling her the name of her persona and she bucks her hips back at me. There is no condom. There is no wondered of tomorrow. She is animated and alive. I pull her hair.
“Is this cock better than the words on the screen Rachel X-X-X Nichole? Is it? Is it?”
She pants harder.
“Use your little boarder’s pussy to cum. You can fill me up. You can spray my tits. You can cover my face. Anything you need.”
I break from the position and I jump into the bed, back against the mattress and I ask her to recreate the scene she sent me where she desperately rode a suction cup dildo and moaned my name.
She stands over me and spits on my cock, a long string connects her lips and my pulsating member.
“Oh, I love customs.”
She plops right down on it and gets to work. I reach for her very real tits and thrust up in that tightness. She is manic, matching my movements, looking down at me. The words do not flow as easy, it’s just whining and moaning and the sound of skin crashing against each other.
In the depths of my mind, I get really fucking crazy in the moment and decide to just put it all out there.
“I want to fuck a baby into you. Will you have my fucking baby? Will you?”
She winces and a look of shock washes over her face, but I catch her at that right moment. She’s too drunk on cock to withstand. The biological mechanism has taken over and she reaches back and plays hardball back. She knows the game.
“Steven, put a fucking baby into your little AirBnB girl. I want you to shoot that cum in me and get me pregnant. Can you do that Steve? Can you spill your seed in this slit and tell me to hold it inside until I’m knocked up, right here in your AirBnB room?”
It all crashes against us at once and I’m spasming inside her womb, dumping creamy jet and creamy jet into her body that has lost all control. She milks it all out and rides until it goes limp enough to fall out of her.
“My god, you really, really had a lot to get out of your system,” Kate said. “That took me out, shit dude.”
She rolls over onto the dirty sheets which of course she won’t have to clean.
“It came back to me,” I say. “I think that was a part of the sexting, right?”
She laughs and says yes.
“You know, I don’t have to do any kind of extra shoot now. In fact, I might not have to go to Vegas at all. I got some really good footage tonight.”
I am puzzled.
“I don’t quite understand?”
She proceeds to tell me she set up a camera in the bathroom and the bedroom after the shower and that she said has been experimenting with a secretive sexual ambush style. This was the only time it all came together for her.
“Everyone does the same shit. The same stale setups. The same old porn tropes. I wanted something spontaneous and adventurous. Of course, I’ll block out your face and disguise your voice if you want. It will sell for a really premium price. You did a great job.”
None of this sounds absurd as my load drips out of her perfect pussy.

NSFW: yes

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