"Well, get on over here, baby!"
I'd barely had a chance to knock.
He'd been expecting me and wasn't about to wait and see if I'd accept his invitation.
Instead, overcome with eagerness to get started, the shirtless man moved toward me, stood over me like a giant, clasped the sides of my head in his worn, calloused hands, and planted his mouth on mine.
Hungry. He was so hungry. It was all I could do to try and keep up.
His lips devoured mine. His tongue pushed its way deep into my mouth.
Heat boiled up in my groin, and suddenly my pants strained to contain my growing erection.
I'd always had a weakness for aggressively horny people. Not just men. Anyone who wanted me, anyone who would take advantage of me, use me like the sex toy I so desired to be.
Hot. Wet. Sloppy.
His mouth tore at mine. At times licking, then sucking, then biting.
I tried to push away from him. That was my game.
He held me fast, wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug and pulled my body to his.
His chest was muscular, firm. Mine was soft, a little boney if anything. My arms were loose and limp. His were like steel bars.
He kissed me deeper, forcing my head back momentarily, but he moved his hand up and forced my mouth to stay clamped to his.
He sucked in deeply, as if trying to inhale my soul from my body, then continued his tongue's assault on me.
At last, he broke our embrace.
I was filled with a mixture of relief and disappointment.
Before I could think though, the bigger man bent down and scooped me up into his arms. The gesture was so effortless, I could have been a basket of feathers.
He turned and carried me into his room, and for one fleeting moment I felt like a bride being carried over the threshold of a newlywed's home.
It made my cheeks burn, imagining I was the woman in this relationship. But wasn't i?
Then, he tossed me onto the hotel bed. The TV was on and porn was streaming. Not gay porn, but rough straight porn. Multiple clips all playing at the same time of girls being taken, used, humiliated.
A trickle of fear surged through me.
The man saw me looking, must have seen a trace of the fear that was creeping over my face.
He laughed mischievously.
"You like that, do you?" he joked. "You ready to be my little bitch whore?"
I shivered involuntarily.
The truth was, I did like this. I fantasized about it, got off to it regularly.
But it was a whole different ballgame when you were about to actually experience it firsthand.
How bad was it gonna be? Would it hurt? Could I even do it?
A growing part of me wanted to leap from the bed, make a mad dash for the doorway.
The man sensed all this. I could see it in the look on his face. A wild hunger was taking him over.
He liked this too. Craved it. Needed it. I was his sex toy.
He turned to the door, shut it, latched it, bolted it, then thought better of it. He grabbed the "Do not disturb" door hanger, reopened the door and set it around the outside knob.
I listened as the door was shut with a powerful finality and the locks were reapplied.
Whatever was about to happen, there was no backing out now.
I lay splayed across the bed, unsure how I should present myself. I still had my jeans on, a loose T-shirt. In a way, they were like armor, my last piece of protection from whatever the night held in store.
"Strip."
Well, there went that.
I undressed quickly, throwing my clothes to the floor til I was down to my underwear, a plain pair of gray fabric.
The man reached over to a nearby table, snatched up a pink, frilly thong, and tossed it at me.
The panties were silky soft, perfumey. They reeked of feminity, but I couldn't deny my growing excitement.
I slipped my underwear off, and tried to pull the thong up around my legs. It was much too small. I strained to squeeze them past my thighs, and the fabric started to rip.
"I think they're too small," I said meekly.
The man reached for me and pulled me into a standing position. He grabbed the panties and yanked them upward.
Painfully, the fabric shot up my ass and around my dick and balls.
They were in fact too small, and my balls stuck out on either side. My penis, which had softened slightly by now, strained to fit, bunching up at an odd angle.
The man seemed to enjoy it though, eyeing my small but overflowing package with an intense leer.
"Back on the bed," he ordered. "Show me that ass."
I crawled onto the bed, got on all fours facing away from him, and began shaking my ass.
I tried to make it sexual, hypnotic. But I felt awkward, embarrassed, exposed.
Pain ripped through my body, and I realized he had slapped me. Or my ass rather.
He laughed immediately, then drew back and struck me again.
"Yeah, baby!" he yelled. "Shake it!"
I shook my ass harder, fire ripping from my cheeks as another slap came, then another. Another still.
My eyes began to tear up, but still I shook my ass. Shook like my life depended on it, and his hands rained down on me. Blow after blow.
A mirror was positioned on the nearby wall, and I caught a brief glimpse of myself. It caused my breath to catch.
My ass cheeks were a mix of pink and red, growing darker as his hands continued to slam down on me.
And then, I was crying out. Wailing with each blow as he hit me harder and harder and harder.
I collapsed on the bed, a whimpering mess of tears, and finally the man ceased his assault.
He came and lay beside me, pulled me into his arms. There was a temporary gentleness about it that threw me off, made me wonder if this was the same man who had been beating me so relentlessly just moments before.
His mouth found mine, and his tongue pushed past my lips, as if he were trying to soothe me with his kisses. His love. He was a prince now.
But it was all a trap.
He pushed me down, moved my head to his chest, and planted my mouth on his right nipple.
"Suck," he commanded.
I began to lick and suck at his nipple, feeling it harden between my lips.
I sucked harder, flicked at it with my tongue, teased it every way I knew how.
"Bite it," he said.
Hesitant, I nibbled it gently with my teeth, pulled at the delicate pink flesh, afraid to really clamp down.
A slap jarred my mouth loose of him.
"I said bite. Not chew."
This was against my nature, but I dared not upset him further. I returned to his now pointy hard nipple and positioned my teeth around it.
I clamped down gingerly at first, then began to apply pressure.
