CONTENT WARNING: This story contains elements of reluctance/non-consent. If you don't want to read those topics, you have been warned.
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I lay naked on the hotel bed, relaxing. It was the end of a long, three-day business trip to Akron, Ohio and I was glad to finally be alone in my room with nothing more to do than catch an afternoon flight the next day. It was getting late, but as I lay there naked, a heat began to build in my groin. I felt my cock stiffen. I began to rub myself against the smooth comforter on the bed, fantasies began to flow through my head.
Without really thinking, I grabbed my laptop and went online to a website popular with people looking for encounters and posted an ad. The ad was short, just some personal stats to describe my body, age (35), weight, cock size, condom, etc. It was the title that had the important info: Business Traveler -Door Open Ass Up - for Anon.
It was a huge fantasy of mine. Naughty, risky, maybe even dangerous. I would never go through with it. I only wanted to read through the responses from horny men until I got so worked up I blew my load. Then I'd take the ad down and catch some sleep. Just the rush of chasing the fantasy is enough to build up a mind-blowing orgasm. It was the thrill, the anticipation that did the trick. I looked up at the door to the room, the door I had already fixed with tape so it wouldn't latch. I liked the risk, the off-chance some guy would accidentally go into the wrong room and catch me naked. That kind of stuff turned me on. But no man with a swinging dick was going to actually walk through that door. It was all just pure fantasy.
Within minutes of posting my inbox began to fill with responses to my ad. My cock stiffened as I read through them. Some of the responses were pretty lame. Some of the men were younger than what I wanted. But some of the responses were so hot to read as the men described what they would do to me.
Then I opened one email that made me pause. It had three lines of text. The first line had his age, height and weight. The second line only said "Give me your hotel and room #". The third line said "This will happen. Don't flake". I stared at the screen for a long moment. A light sweat broke out across my skin and a I felt a tremor slide down my legs. For a moment I considered responding. All I had to do was obey. But this fantasy had gone on far enough and it was time to shut the whole thing down. If I responded ... I don't know what would happen. There would be no backing out. He would have my room number. Thank God for internet anonymity.
But first I just had to stretch it out a little further, eek a little more pleasure from the thrill and anticipation. I watched as my fingers clicked open a reply and typed the name of my hotel and room number. The information that would give this man access to my body stared back at me from the screen. The cursor sat there blinking. My naked body lay there trembling, my ass clenching. My mind played through the scenario over and over, relishing what could happen. I carefully positioned the pointer over the X to close the window.
I read his last line again, "This will happen. Don't flake". Almost with a mind of its own my hand moved the pointer to the button and clicked Send. The window disappeared and another line popped up in Sent Items. My heart leapt to my throat. What had I just done? I'd replied. A stranger now knew my exact location. I had started something I couldn't end. He would come here, it was only a matter of time, a man in my room intent on fucking. A rush of nervous fear ran down my spine.
But behind the nerves came a wave of calm. I'd made my choice, I had surrendered. The rest was now out of my control. My moment to decide had past. Whatever happened now was no longer up to me and that was a huge relief. I closed my laptop lid, placed a condom on the side of the bed, turned off the lights and laid down to wait.
It wasn't long before I heard the door swing open. Footsteps padded across the carpet to my bed. Again, my heart leapt in my throat. That was it, he was here. I lay on my bed naked, face down, exposed to a stranger in my room. I felt large hands grab my ass and begin to kneed, thumbs pushing deep into my crack. He squeezed my ass hard, then gave it a sharp smack and I heard a grunt of approval.
Shoes dropped. A belt buckle clanked and clothing fell to the floor. A heavy weight pushed the bed down on one side, then the weight settled on top of my legs. I heard a cap pop open and, with a shock, felt a cold liquid drizzle all up and down the cleft between my ass cheeks. The cap popped closed and he settled forward. The length of his hardness parted my cheeks and slid easily through the lubricated flesh. He began to slowly hump my ass. His shaft slid effortlessly across my skin. My entire backside was slick. I could feel the lube tease my tender hole and drip down the back of my balls.
He savored this for a while and then positioned his cock to line up with my hole. He pressed the tip against me and pushed in slowly. He was slow but unrelenting. The pressure built and I tried to shuffle forward away from his cock for buy a moment of respite but he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back. My hole began to yield. I let out an involuntary groan as his warm hardness filled me, stretched beyond what I thought I could bear. He never let up, never gave me time. My hole inexorably enveloped inch after inch until I felt his body settle down firmly on top of me. His gentle force gave me not one moment to acclimate before his cock was balls deep. My ass felt like it would split open.
My head spinning from the intense, sudden pressure in my ass, I heard his hand smack down on the pillow beside me head. I looked over and saw the condom, still in its package.
"How does my cock feel," He asked. "Tell me how my cock feels."
"It's big," I gasped.
"It is big," He agreed. "Bigger than most. You like big cock stuffed up your ass, don't you."
"Yes," I managed, still looking at the unopened condom.
"A big, bare cock. That's what you like, isn't it." He told me.
"I..."
"You crave bare cock, don't you."
"Yes," I said again.
"I can tell you like it bare. Your ass pussy is so tight, so sweet. It feels like it was custom made for my cock. Proof is I slid right in."
I could only groan in response.
"How long since you were last fucked?"
I couldn't remember. It had been a while. "A few months, maybe."
"That's why you're so tight. I bet a lot of men responded to your ad, with an ass like this."
I nodded.
"Show me."
What, I thought? He wants to see my ass?
"Show me your email," He said again, his voice lower. He thrust his pelvis forward, reminding me my body was filled with his erection.
I reached over to my laptop on the side table, opened the lid, and logged in. My email account was still open in the browser window, more unread emails had stacked up, probably about my ad.
