Meeting a Stranger at the Hotel Bar
I was a stranger's personal escort for the night - don't tell my husband.
When I left for my work trip, it really wasn’t my intention to cheat.
I’ve never been that type of person. Sure, my marriage was getting increasingly frustrating – but I really wanted to make things work. Plus, I’ve always done things the right way, and I wasn’t looking to step out on my husband.
But that night, I just couldn’t help myself. It was the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.
I was relaxing at the hotel bar with a drink after a stressful conference day. Honestly, sex was the last thing on my mind – I was trying to figure out how to prepare for the next day’s presentation.
“Is this seat taken?”
The deep voice startled me, and I turned to find a pair of piercing blue eyes staring at me. I’ll admit that I found myself immediately attracted to his chiseled face – both my husband and I are Asian, but I’ve always had a little secret desire for white guys.
“Not yet.”
He smiled and sat down next to me.
“I’m Conor,” he said, extending his hand.
“Emily.”
“Here for the conference”? he asked with a hint of sarcasm, nodding toward the badge around my neck.
I blushed slightly. “Yes, but I’m just glad to get away from home for a bit. Are you here for business too?”
He let out a soft laugh and averted his eyes. “Something like that.”
His obvious arrogance made my stomach flutter. “What do you mean?”
He gazed around for a bit, as if searching for what to say next. Then he locked eyes with me and spoke.
“Listen, I don’t believe in wasting time. I think you’re gorgeous, and I want to have you. I’ll pay you $1,000 to come spend the night with me in my room.”
I honestly couldn’t believe my ears, thinking he had to be joking – but he just kept staring at me with a hint of a smile on his face. Somehow, I was the one who was embarrassed by such a ridiculous request – stuttering nervously, I tried to muster a response.
“How the hell can you ask me that? What the fuck? What type of proposal is that?”
“One that you haven’t said no to yet.”
I stared bug-eyed at him, but couldn’t actually get my mouth to utter a refusal. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity.
Eventually, he grew tired of waiting for a response. Taking me by the hand, he led me to the elevator.
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When we got to his room, I could tell he was prepared. Champagne was already chilling in an ice bucket.
Conor was perfectly cool, placing his hand on my back and guiding me into the room. I, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves.
Walking me over to the bed, he must have sensed my uneasiness. Drawing the back of my dress down, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“Forget everything else. Just be here with me.”
For some reason, his words triggered something deep in my brain – and I felt naughtier than I felt in years.
As my dress dropped to the floor, I turned to face him in nothing but my lace bra and panties. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close, locking our lips together and starting to aggressively make out with him.
Sensing my new energy, Conor grabbed me close and fell onto the bed with me.
I wasted no time tearing off his clothes, exposing his muscular, toned body. Slowly, I slid my hand into his underwear, feeling his thick cock with my fingers.
Just from rubbing it, I could tell it was fucking massive. I let out a little giggle as I pulled his underwear down and saw it fully. Whispering in his ear, I let him know just how delicious it looked.
I slid down the side of the bed, leaving him lying flat on his back. Getting on my knees, I immediately took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I hadn’t blown a cock like this since college, and I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
Sliding my tongue over the head, I worked the shaft with my hands, hearing Conor grow breathless on the bed. Slowly, I began to blow him deeper and deeper, taking his dick back into my throat.
Eventually, I slowed things down, not wanting to spoil it too early. As his legs started to shake, I drew myself up towards the bed, straddling his thighs.
Leaning down and rubbing my hands through his hair, I whispered in his ear. “Now I want you to fucking rail me.”
Conor slid my panties down my legs, while I unhooked my bra. Now that I was fully naked, he took a second to admire my little body. Smiling, he fingered my dripping wet pussy lightly, preparing it for his cock.
Eventually, he slid his dick inside me – I felt a burst of complete ecstasy and moaned with pleasure. My husband’s dick didn’t feel anything close to this. I circled my hips on Conor, feeling his dick deep in my stomach.
Not wasting any time, Conor grabbed my hips tight and started to build up a rhythm. I couldn’t control myself at all – I let out whimpering moans as he fucked me, feeling absolutely incredible.
Unable to hold myself up, I brought myself chest-to-chest with Conor, wrapping my arms around his body and digging my nails into his back. He took this as an invitation to go even harder, bouncing me off his powerful hips and thrusting his cock deep inside me with every stroke.
My orgasm had been building for a while, but his new pace sent me over the edge. My whole body began to shake and I begged him to keep going in breathless pleas.
Eventually, my tight pussy proved too much for him too – with a powerful grunt, he unloaded inside me, with his warm cum filling up my pussy.
Exhausted, we held each other tight, with me resting on top of him and his dick resting inside of me.
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We fucked two more times that night, in between drinking champagne in white hotel robes and taking intimate showers together. By the time we fell asleep around 4AM, his balls were completely drained and my pussy couldn’t take anymore.
Having to get to my conference early, I grabbed a few hours of sleep hours before getting ready to sneak out of the room, leaving Conor still in bed.
Just before I left, I noticed the $1,000 Conor had offered me sitting on the nightstand. He must have left it there sometime after I nodded off.
After hesitating for a bit, I eventually took the money. If I was going have a dirty little secret, I wanted it to be as dirty as possible. For one night, I was a man’s personal escort – just don’t tell my husband.