Kellyjohnswb
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That day, my husband asked me to go to the hotel bar alone, wearing a sexy dress with nothing underneath. He had booked a room for me, and my mission was clear: “Get fucked like a slut.”
It was 8:00 p.m. when I arrived at the bar. I took a stool, sat down by myself, and waited.
I ordered a drink. The air was a little cool, making my nipples hard and visible through my dress. As I sipped my cocktail, I looked around the room. The bar was about half full, with a few couples and groups of friends.
Then I noticed a man sitting alone at a table. He looked like someone traveling for business. A perfect target.
I turned slightly so that my side faced him. From where he sat, he could see my crossed legs. I avoided looking at him directly, but I could tell he was watching me. He had almost certainly noticed my hardened nipples pressing against my dress, and I could already feel my excitement building.
I could feel his eyes on me. Slowly, I uncrossed my legs and left them slightly parted. There was no doubt he could now see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. But could he tell just how wet I was?
I shifted forward to the edge of the stool and parted my legs a little more. From where he was sitting, I knew there was no doubt I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I could see the expression on his face change, as if he were thinking, What a slut.The thought sent a thrill through me, and I loved the rush it gave me.
I ran my hand gently over my pussy. I couldn’t see his reaction, but I was certain he was watching, aroused and captivated.
Then I slowly closed my legs, finished my drink, paid the bill, stood up, and walked toward the exit. As I passed his table, I casually dropped the spare room key onto it. The room number was written on the key sleeve.
Without saying a word or looking back, I continued down the hallway toward my room.
I was so excited as I walked back to my room. I could feel just how turned on I was with every step.
When I got to the room, I found a small sitting area with a couch. I sat down, leaned back, and spread my legs. Then I reached for my magic wand and began to pleasure myself, unable to stop thinking about what had just happened at the bar.
Every second made my excitement build higher and higher. Then a wave of electricity rushed through my body as I heard the door slowly open.
He walked into the room and quietly took a seat, watching me. I spread my legs a little wider, inviting his gaze. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, revealing just how aroused he had become as he watched me.
Then I knelt on the couch and slowly lifted my dress, revealing my ass and the jeweled butt plug I was wearing. After a moment, I stood up and repeated the gesture right in front of him. I wanted him to see just how shameless and provocative I could be.
I guided him onto the couch and bent over in front of him. Then I took him into my mouth, savoring the moment as I pleased him. Every second only made me want him more, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel him inside me.
It was 8:00 p.m. when I arrived at the bar. I took a stool, sat down by myself, and waited.
I ordered a drink. The air was a little cool, making my nipples hard and visible through my dress. As I sipped my cocktail, I looked around the room. The bar was about half full, with a few couples and groups of friends.
Then I noticed a man sitting alone at a table. He looked like someone traveling for business. A perfect target.
I turned slightly so that my side faced him. From where he sat, he could see my crossed legs. I avoided looking at him directly, but I could tell he was watching me. He had almost certainly noticed my hardened nipples pressing against my dress, and I could already feel my excitement building.
I could feel his eyes on me. Slowly, I uncrossed my legs and left them slightly parted. There was no doubt he could now see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. But could he tell just how wet I was?
I shifted forward to the edge of the stool and parted my legs a little more. From where he was sitting, I knew there was no doubt I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I could see the expression on his face change, as if he were thinking, What a slut.The thought sent a thrill through me, and I loved the rush it gave me.
I ran my hand gently over my pussy. I couldn’t see his reaction, but I was certain he was watching, aroused and captivated.
Then I slowly closed my legs, finished my drink, paid the bill, stood up, and walked toward the exit. As I passed his table, I casually dropped the spare room key onto it. The room number was written on the key sleeve.
Without saying a word or looking back, I continued down the hallway toward my room.
I was so excited as I walked back to my room. I could feel just how turned on I was with every step.
When I got to the room, I found a small sitting area with a couch. I sat down, leaned back, and spread my legs. Then I reached for my magic wand and began to pleasure myself, unable to stop thinking about what had just happened at the bar.
Every second made my excitement build higher and higher. Then a wave of electricity rushed through my body as I heard the door slowly open.
He walked into the room and quietly took a seat, watching me. I spread my legs a little wider, inviting his gaze. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, revealing just how aroused he had become as he watched me.
Then I knelt on the couch and slowly lifted my dress, revealing my ass and the jeweled butt plug I was wearing. After a moment, I stood up and repeated the gesture right in front of him. I wanted him to see just how shameless and provocative I could be.
I guided him onto the couch and bent over in front of him. Then I took him into my mouth, savoring the moment as I pleased him. Every second only made me want him more, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel him inside me.