Hotel Fantasy

I travel a lot for work.

Sometimes I'm in one place for an extended period of time, other times I'm in and gone within a few days, weeks, or months.

Sometimes I stay in a hotel, sometimes an apartment, sometimes an Airbnb.

I was staying the week at a Hampton Inn in North Druid Hills, Atlanta. It was a nice, convenient location, I'd stayed there before.

I went to my room on the 1st floor. I was in a corner room by the side entrance. I threw my suitcase down and began unpacking as I called you to let you know I'd arrived and you gave me very clear instructions.

"I packed your blindfold, wear it to bed. Leave a key at the front desk for Jackson Miller." I dug around in the smaller pockets of the suitcase and found the leather and fur covered toy.

I was instantly wet at the mere notion of what this foretold.

"Alright sir."

I went to bed that night, naked, in hungry anticipation, barely able to sleep...waiting.

I tossed and turned, sleeping intermittently until about 4 AM when my body finally gave in and I went to sleep. I woke in the morning unsullied, unrested, and horny beyond words.

I worked through the day, distracted by my thoughts of what could have happened the night before and imagining what the possibilities were for the evening.

When I called you on my drive home, you asked how I slept and I shared my restlessness. You seemed surprised I'd not been visited in the night but told me to wear the blindfold again nonetheless.

Which I did. Only to wake once again to find myself wet from nothing more than the vivid dreams that haunted me as I slept restlessly once more.

That night you shared that he must have backed out. But you wanted me to wear the blindfold again anyway, as good practice. I was hopeful it was a ploy but again woke to find myself exhausted, wanton, and unfucked.

We spoke that night and there was no mention of the failed plans but I went to bed with the blindfold on as you'd directed the night before and fell into a much needed, restful sleep.

I was awoken by the feeling of the covers sliding from my body, exposing me to the cool, air-conditioned room. I startled but a hand covered my mouth immediately and shushed me. I didn't know it was possible to become so wet quite so quickly as I did in that moment.

He began teasing my nipples, pinching and tugging at them, and I struggled to remain quiet.

"Stay." He said and stood up.

I listened to the distinctive sound of him removing his clothes, hearing them falling to the floor.

When he climbed back on the bed and spread my legs apart to make room for himself I let out a soft moan and he put his finger to my lips to be quiet again.

Then he slid that finger down along my body and into my pussy, which was dripping wet in anticipation. I was biting my lips to try and stay quiet. His hands were noticeably large.

He worked up from one finger, to two and then three, working me into a frenzy before leaning in and manipulating me with his tongue, making me cum quickly, settling me down and then doing it again, and again.

I was fighting with everything I had to remain quiet.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he slid up over top of me and found my mouth, pinning my wrists to the bed on either side.

I could taste myself on him and feel his cock dancing just outside of my pussy. He brought my wrists together and pinned them with one hand and used the other to line his cock up with my pussy. I was arching and struggling to bring him inside of me and he seemed to be enjoying the torment.

Then in one, hard thrust he buried himself in me, causing me to cry out in absolute ecstasy.

Then as quickly as he was in me, he was out. I chastised myself for not remaining quiet.

Grabbing me by the hair and maneuvering me onto my knees on the floor beside the bed, I knew what he wanted and I was eager to provide it.

But instead of presenting me with his cock, he left me kneeling and I heard him moving around the room again. Then he was behind me, pulling my hands together behind my back and tying them tightly with what felt like a stocking.

I didn't know how it was possible for me to get any wetter, but I did.

Satisfied with that, he moved in front of me and fed me his cock. I could taste my juices from his earlier brief penetration and I eagerly licked him clean and then slid my mouth up and down over him, extending my tongue out to lick at his balls, sucking just hard enough but not too hard.

The soft sounds he was making told me he was enjoying himself but at some point, he decided he'd had enough of my slow, methodical blow job. He grabbed my hair into a fist and began forcefully fucking into my throat.

With my hands tied as they were, I couldn't push against him to get away and with his hand securely in my hair, I couldn't draw back. I tried to relax and accept the brutal throat fucking he was administering as the tears welled up in my eyes and the spit dripped down over my chest. He would periodically press into my throat as deep as he could go and hold his cock there, causing my throat to seize around him and make him groan and pump into me in a futile attempt to get his six inches even deeper into my throat.

He'd let me have a few seconds to catch my breath and then resume the torment.

When he seemed bored of my throat, he pulled me onto my feet and pushed me down onto the bed. He brought my knees up onto the side but just enough that I was at the right height for him, my ass sticking up in the air and hanging out over the edge. I heard him grab his phone and the sound of the camera capturing a photo of something he wanted to remember.

Then he was buried in me again in one deep, hard thrust. He didn't attempt to silence me when I once again cried out.

The fucking he administered seemed to have one goal, cumming. He wasn't taking his time or altering his pace, he was pounding me as hard and fast and deep as he could to get off.

I rocked back into him, pressing against him and inviting him deeper when he delivered that delicious final thrust that ended with his cum spraying inside of me. As soon as he was done I wanted more.

He reluctantly slide out from my pussy and I again heard the clicking sound of his camera and could feel his cum running out of me, though I wanted desperately to hold it inside for you.

I listened as he got dressed, only then did he untie my hands.

Without a word, he left the room.

I slid back up onto the bed and rested my head on the pillow, feeling the cool, stickiness of us mixed together on my thighs. I kept the blindfold in place and feel asleep, inviting the dreams that came on the heels of the best room service I'd ever had.