Ordinary Lover

When he called and asked me to meet him, I assumed it would be a normal evening. He said he'd meet me in the hotel lobby, we'd have dinner and then take a room. Sounded like what we had done so many times, and while that was fine with me, I have to admit I was getting bored. You know, same old, same old. But we always had fun. I put on a too-tight blouse, short skirt, stockings, and high heels. He always loved peeking at my nipples and seeing the tops of my stockings. This outfit certainly wouldn't disappoint him. We met as scheduled in the lobby, and he gave me that same hungry look I've seen so many times before. We primly hugged and pecked a kiss in greeting and he took my arm as we headed to the restaurant. Already, I was getting bored.

Is he really this button-down conservative? I was thinking I needed more. Oh well, I thought, I'll decide tomorrow if I want to continue this; he is, after all, a great fuck, but he's sooo strait-laced. As we walked to the restaurant, I almost jumped to the ceiling in shock when he put his hand at the bottom of my skirt, lifted it from behind and grabbed my ass. He found my asshole and drove a finger in up to the first knuckle. Right in the hotel lobby! I spun around to see if anyone was behind us. Was I actually disappointed when I saw the area was empty? And then it was over, As quick as it started Almost like he didn't do anything.

I looked to him, and he smirked. Maybe I've underestimated him, I thought. We sat down and started our dinner. Lovely as always, good food, good conversation. After the plates were cleared I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I spent a couple of moments in there freshening my make-up, getting myself ready for the fun ahead. My pussy was wet in anticipation. As I exited the restroom, he was there and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me into the men's room. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked as he pulled me into a stall. But he was silent. Instead he locked the door, turned me around so that I was facing the door and pushed me forward, bending me at the waist. "What, whatÉ" was all I could say before I felt him lift my skirt and tear my panties, leaving me open and exposed. Hmmmm, I thought, I have underestimated him, but little did I know by just how much. He fumbled with his pants for a moment before I heard them drop to the floor. Then I felt his cock against me and I wiggled my ass in anticipation. But it wasn't my pussy he was after and I felt his cock press against my asshole. "No, not there," I whispered breathlessly. "Shut up," was his only response, something he had never said before.

I tried to wriggle away, but he was too strong, and his cock was soon penetrating my ass. "Noooo," I groaned, but he pushed against me, holding me, taking me, using me. His hands were biting into my hips, holding me tight, spreading me. He kicked out at my feet, spreading me wider as he plunged his cock all the way in. "Stop, stop," I begged, but it did no good. This was rape, was all I could think, and I couldn't do anything about it. I gave into his thrusts, the fullness in my ass, the stretching that was both pain and pleasure. Silently I wept, realizing with embarrassment that I was liking this. How could he, and why hadn't he done this long ago. The pounding into my ass continued, long hard strokes, deep and strong. I could feel his cock expanding and I knew he was close. Damn, I thought, just as I was starting to like it. Then he came, filling my ass with his cum, leaning his body against me. He pulled out of me, lifted his pants, covered my ass again with my skirt, and opened the door. Three men stood there and applauded, as I turned a bright crimson red and raced out the door.

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