A Hard Night at the Hampton Inn
You folks who read these Blog posts know that my career as a Bed-hopping Cockslut had been experiencing a downtrend over the past six months because of cold and flu health issues, family obligations, business obligations, and the generally foul and evil winter of 2017-18 in Ohio. However, things took a definite uptick in the past three weeks, and here is the blow-by-blow story of it all.
Around June first, I received an email from a man named Fred on a LGBT social site where I've had a profile posted intermittently for the past couple of years. I didn't take it too seriously since, although I have corresponded and chatted with several people I met online there, I've never actually met anyone face to face. It was a not unfamiliar type of email, the author, Fred, was going to be in my hometown for a conference, and wondered if I'd be interested in meeting him at his motel for a night of conversation and more. I liked the letter, it was well-written with good grammar, good spelling, and showed a bit of humor, so I responded with the proposition that I'd definitely be interested in meeting him with the general object that at some point in the evening my pale white buttocks and ruby red lips would be willing receptacle orifices for the thrusts of his hard cock . Thus, a date and time was set, and we even agreed upon the vintage and variety of a nice medium-priced bottle of cabernet.
I was pleased, maybe even pleasantly surprised, when the night before our scheduled hookup I got an email from Fred confirming that he was in town at the Hampton Inn, and that he was looking forward to meeting me. I had at least half expected when I saw the email that it was a "regrets" cancellation message.
I spent the rest of that evening doing a careful full body shave, and on the next day did an enema/bowel flush spent an hour picking out my outfit another hour packing my emergency makeup, clothes, et cetera kit, and then another hour making-up and getting dressed. I wasn't all that fancy when I left home, just shorts, a scoop neck top, a pair of ballet shoes, bare legs, and a long sweater over everything (it was a chilly, clear spring night at about 55 degrees!), but I was bringing along a mesh body glove, thigh highs, garter belt, and five inch patent leather pumps for wear once I got to the motel.
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I arrived at the motel about five minutes late, or pretty much ontime for a genetic woman, and took the elevator up to his room on the third floor. He looked the same as in the pictures he sent me, which is always reassuring that I'm not about to let a serial killer fuck me before he murders me, although I don't know why I think that. Anyway, there was no couch in the room, which surprised me, and that required us to sit on the edge of one of the two beds which were in the room, so he poured some wine and we had some conversation about politics (we had already agreed that the president is a loser asshole so that gave us lots of common ground), about how I became a crossdresser, and how he had acquired a taste for girls with something extra.
After the first glass of wine had been drunk, he stood up to refill our glasses, and I told him that I'd brought along the lingerie items and asked if he'd like me to go into the bathroom and change. He replied that I looked just fine in my street clothes, and started kissing me tenderly on the lips. After a few lip kisses, he took the nearly full wine glasses, set them on the bedside table, and began to kiss me French style. He had good technique, and I really got into that, and we made-out for quite a while. I began to rub his crotch through his trousers (strangely, I cannot recall if he was wearing long trousers or shorts!), and that revealed that he had a significantly large, and very hard male organ. Being the cockslut, I unzipped him, and began to fondle his cock in the flesh, and that confirmed what I had suspected about its size and firmness. In only seconds afterwards, I had his cock fully exposed and was exploring it with my lips, tongue, my mouth. After a couple of minutes of deep throating, and a bit of throat fucking, Fred interrupted to slide his trousers completely off, and to get me out of my shorts, too. His cock was very pleasant in my mouth and hands, it had the consistency of a hard rubber dog bone chewy toy, smooth velvety skin, and was probably above average in size and thickness. After a while he grabbed my hips, and swung me round so that he could sixty-nine me, and we sucked each other for several minutes. I could taste some precum in my mouth, and I didn't want to use-up that wonderful erection without having it inside my pussy, so I pushed him back, straddled his hips, and slid my ass onto his cock. Despite the liberal use of lubricant, and a session of dildo prep the night before, his cock was large enough that it stretched me, and I had to go slow as it rode into me. Finally, with a bit of pain and burning, I had him buried to the hilt inside me, and I began to ride up and down. I rode him for several minutes before he told me to get on my back, and he put my knees in my armpits and began to fuck me hard. It was wonderful, and I was just going "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" with every thrust as he pounded me into submission. After a while he came hard and rolled off me, and I could feel his hot cum seeping out from inside me and trickling down my butt.
We exchanged compliments on our respective techniques, finished our second glasses of wine, and poured the remainder of the bottle. He asked if I'd come, and I said that I had not , but that wasn't unusual once I truly got dominated by a big cock, and he smiled. I saw that he was getting a bit hard, and asked if he was interested in a second course, and he smiled, and said, "yes, if you are." My response was to set the wine glass down, and slide my mouth over his cock, tasting both his cum and my own juices, and sucking him until his second erection was a more than serviceable facsimile of the first. I told Fred to move over to the desk chair in the room, and as he sat there I spread his legs, knelt before him, and began to give him the deluxe service cock sucker special blow job. I was masturbating myself while doing this, and between the two stimuli was really getting hot. Fred asked me if I was close to cumming, and when I said yes, he told me that he would cum in my mouth so I could swallow like a good girl, and began stroking himself. It was lovely, and although he came before me it was close, and I think that the taste and psychological satisfaction I could receive when his fluid spilled onto my tongue and I swallowed it were what sent me over the edge, as I had a terrifically powerful orgasm myself almost immediately.
Hope you all enjoyed reading about my adventure as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. Hugz and Kisses to all!
Around June first, I received an email from a man named Fred on a LGBT social site where I've had a profile posted intermittently for the past couple of years. I didn't take it too seriously since, although I have corresponded and chatted with several people I met online there, I've never actually met anyone face to face. It was a not unfamiliar type of email, the author, Fred, was going to be in my hometown for a conference, and wondered if I'd be interested in meeting him at his motel for a night of conversation and more. I liked the letter, it was well-written with good grammar, good spelling, and showed a bit of humor, so I responded with the proposition that I'd definitely be interested in meeting him with the general object that at some point in the evening my pale white buttocks and ruby red lips would be willing receptacle orifices for the thrusts of his hard cock . Thus, a date and time was set, and we even agreed upon the vintage and variety of a nice medium-priced bottle of cabernet.
I was pleased, maybe even pleasantly surprised, when the night before our scheduled hookup I got an email from Fred confirming that he was in town at the Hampton Inn, and that he was looking forward to meeting me. I had at least half expected when I saw the email that it was a "regrets" cancellation message.
I spent the rest of that evening doing a careful full body shave, and on the next day did an enema/bowel flush spent an hour picking out my outfit another hour packing my emergency makeup, clothes, et cetera kit, and then another hour making-up and getting dressed. I wasn't all that fancy when I left home, just shorts, a scoop neck top, a pair of ballet shoes, bare legs, and a long sweater over everything (it was a chilly, clear spring night at about 55 degrees!), but I was bringing along a mesh body glove, thigh highs, garter belt, and five inch patent leather pumps for wear once I got to the motel.
.
I arrived at the motel about five minutes late, or pretty much ontime for a genetic woman, and took the elevator up to his room on the third floor. He looked the same as in the pictures he sent me, which is always reassuring that I'm not about to let a serial killer fuck me before he murders me, although I don't know why I think that. Anyway, there was no couch in the room, which surprised me, and that required us to sit on the edge of one of the two beds which were in the room, so he poured some wine and we had some conversation about politics (we had already agreed that the president is a loser asshole so that gave us lots of common ground), about how I became a crossdresser, and how he had acquired a taste for girls with something extra.
After the first glass of wine had been drunk, he stood up to refill our glasses, and I told him that I'd brought along the lingerie items and asked if he'd like me to go into the bathroom and change. He replied that I looked just fine in my street clothes, and started kissing me tenderly on the lips. After a few lip kisses, he took the nearly full wine glasses, set them on the bedside table, and began to kiss me French style. He had good technique, and I really got into that, and we made-out for quite a while. I began to rub his crotch through his trousers (strangely, I cannot recall if he was wearing long trousers or shorts!), and that revealed that he had a significantly large, and very hard male organ. Being the cockslut, I unzipped him, and began to fondle his cock in the flesh, and that confirmed what I had suspected about its size and firmness. In only seconds afterwards, I had his cock fully exposed and was exploring it with my lips, tongue, my mouth. After a couple of minutes of deep throating, and a bit of throat fucking, Fred interrupted to slide his trousers completely off, and to get me out of my shorts, too. His cock was very pleasant in my mouth and hands, it had the consistency of a hard rubber dog bone chewy toy, smooth velvety skin, and was probably above average in size and thickness. After a while he grabbed my hips, and swung me round so that he could sixty-nine me, and we sucked each other for several minutes. I could taste some precum in my mouth, and I didn't want to use-up that wonderful erection without having it inside my pussy, so I pushed him back, straddled his hips, and slid my ass onto his cock. Despite the liberal use of lubricant, and a session of dildo prep the night before, his cock was large enough that it stretched me, and I had to go slow as it rode into me. Finally, with a bit of pain and burning, I had him buried to the hilt inside me, and I began to ride up and down. I rode him for several minutes before he told me to get on my back, and he put my knees in my armpits and began to fuck me hard. It was wonderful, and I was just going "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" with every thrust as he pounded me into submission. After a while he came hard and rolled off me, and I could feel his hot cum seeping out from inside me and trickling down my butt.
We exchanged compliments on our respective techniques, finished our second glasses of wine, and poured the remainder of the bottle. He asked if I'd come, and I said that I had not , but that wasn't unusual once I truly got dominated by a big cock, and he smiled. I saw that he was getting a bit hard, and asked if he was interested in a second course, and he smiled, and said, "yes, if you are." My response was to set the wine glass down, and slide my mouth over his cock, tasting both his cum and my own juices, and sucking him until his second erection was a more than serviceable facsimile of the first. I told Fred to move over to the desk chair in the room, and as he sat there I spread his legs, knelt before him, and began to give him the deluxe service cock sucker special blow job. I was masturbating myself while doing this, and between the two stimuli was really getting hot. Fred asked me if I was close to cumming, and when I said yes, he told me that he would cum in my mouth so I could swallow like a good girl, and began stroking himself. It was lovely, and although he came before me it was close, and I think that the taste and psychological satisfaction I could receive when his fluid spilled onto my tongue and I swallowed it were what sent me over the edge, as I had a terrifically powerful orgasm myself almost immediately.
Hope you all enjoyed reading about my adventure as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. Hugz and Kisses to all!
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