I met her at the hotel bar after a shitty conference day. She was sitting alone, sipping whiskey, legs crossed in a tight black skirt that showed off thick thighs and the kind of ass that didn’t come from the gym. Early forties, maybe, with streaks of gray in her dark hair and lines around her eyes that said she’d seen some shit and didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was twenty-eight and horny enough to walk over.
“Mind if I sit?” I asked.
She looked me up and down, smirked, and said, “Only if you’re buying the next round and you’re not a talker.”
Two drinks later she had her hand on my thigh, squeezing. “I’ve got a room upstairs. You coming or what?”
I followed her to the elevator. The second the doors closed she grabbed my belt, yanked me close, and kissed me hard, tongue pushing in like she was already fucking my mouth. Her hand went straight to my cock, rubbing through my pants. “Nice and hard already. Good boy.”
Her room was on the tenth floor. She unlocked it, shoved me inside, and kicked the door shut. “Strip. Now.”
I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants. She watched, eyes on my cock, then peeled off her own clothes. Big tits with dark nipples, soft belly, shaved pussy that already looked wet.
She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my face.
“Lick,” she ordered.
I buried my tongue in her cunt, tasting salt and heat. She ground down, riding my mouth, one hand gripping the headboard. “Fuck yes, eat that pussy. Get it sloppy.” I sucked her clit and she moaned, hips jerking. When she came she flooded my tongue, thighs shaking around my head.
She slid down my body, grabbed my cock, and sank onto it in one smooth motion. “Goddamn, you’re thick,” she grunted, starting to bounce. Her tits slapped my chest. I grabbed her ass and thrust up, driving deeper. The wet slap of skin filled the room.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and pounded into her. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, eyes locked on mine. “That’s it, use that young cock. Fill me up.” Her pussy clenched tight when she came again, squeezing me so hard I almost lost it.
She shoved me off, got on all fours, and looked back over her shoulder. “Ass up, face down. Fuck my cunt from behind.”
I slammed back in, gripping her hips, watching my cock disappear into her. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see everything. “Spit on my asshole,” she said. I did, and she rubbed it in while I kept thrusting. “Now put a finger in.”
I worked one finger into her tight ass while I fucked her pussy. She pushed back harder, moaning filthy shit. “Two fingers. Stretch it.” By the time I had two in she was coming again, pussy pulsing around my cock.
She pulled off, turned around, and sucked me clean, tasting herself on my shaft. Then she lay back and spread her legs wide. “Come on my tits. Do it now.”
I stroked fast and shot thick ropes across her breasts and neck. She rubbed it in with both hands, then licked her fingers. “Good. Now get hard again. I’m not done with you.”
We fucked twice more that night—once with her riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce, once with her bent over the desk while I railed her standing up. She came every time, loud and greedy, telling me exactly how she wanted my cock. When I finally left at dawn my legs were shaky and her number was in my phone.
She texted me two days later: “Same hotel. Same room. Don’t be late.” I wasn’t.
