About two months ago, a reader sent me personal feedback telling me how much she loved the erotic stories I had been submitting to a web site. She was very complimentary regarding my writing and stories, and engaging. We thus began an email dialogue. Her name is Lucy and she is from London. Although I did not learn her age during our email exchange, I knew she was young (20's, I guessed) and not married. Most of our email exchanges were about our everyday lives, very little text was devoted to our common interest -- erotic literature. Although she did indicate that she liked reading about rough sex and lesbian encounters, I gave that disclosure little thought at the time.
Coincidentally, a few weeks into our pen pal relationship, a sudden business trip had me traveling through Heathrow airport outside of London. Given my flight schedule and my employer's desire to keep travel costs low, my return flight home brought me into Heathrow airport on a Saturday evening and then an early flight out of Heathrow Sunday morning. I stayed in a hotel on the airport grounds that Saturday night.
I emailed Lucy to see if she wanted to meet me in person at my hotel that Saturday night. She was thrilled at the chance to meet in person and we discussed the logistics as to time, place and communication. Upon arriving and checking in at the hotel that Saturday, I texted Lucy to let her know that I was sitting at the hotel bar and described the clothes I was wearing so she could find me.
She arrived and we greeted each other as if old friends. Because I had never seen her or spoken to her before, I had no idea what she'd look like. Lucy was a big girl, tall, thick and curvy but certainly not fat. She was at least 5'8" with light blond hair that just touched her shoulders. She had big blue eyes. And, helping to give her large frame a very feminine quality was a pair of enormous tits. They stretched the tank top she was wearing, showing off the curve from her chest to her waist to her hips. Her cleavage was fantastic and I could not take my eyes off her huge jugs.
We sat down at the bar and she ordered a drink and I ordered my second glass of wine. We had a few drinks each and chatted about everything and nothing important. She was very flattering to me, continually telling me how creative I must be and what a great writer she thought I was. She asked me if I was working on any new erotic stories to submit and I told her I had just finished writing one but had not yet submitted it because I needed to review it with a fresh eye. She asked me what it was about and I told her -- untruthfully -- that I couldn't remember. She asked if I'd let her read it here, now rather than her having to wait until it I had submitted it to the web site. Deviously, I told her I wasn't comfortable having that in a public place. Taking the bait, she offered to go up to my hotel room and read it there. Hook, line and sinker!
We ordered one more drink, I paid the tab, and made our way to my room. Once in my hotel room, I booted up my lap top. While we waited, she texted a girlfriend and I gave it little thought. I told her I'd allow her to read the story, but she had to read it out loud. She blushed, hemmed and hawed but finally agreed. As she sat in the office chair at the desk, I removed my socks and shoes and got comfortable on the sofa behind her. When she sat in the chair, her low-slung cropped cargo pants rode down, giving me a nice view of her thick ass accented by a white thong with little black hearts.
Lucy read the story without ever looking at me. Given her sexy british accent, the sight of her thong in front of me while I also envisioned her cleavage and fabulously large tits and, of course, her reading my erotic story, it was not long before my cock grew to its full seven inch length. As she got into the meat of the story, she grew enthusiastic in her reading and began to utter some side remarks indicating she, too, was getting aroused. She slipped off her flats and through them aside, away from the sofa where I was sitting.
As she neared the end of the story, I silently pulled my rock-hard dick out of my pants and boxers and began stroking myself. I got up and approached the chair where Lucy was sitting, still facing the computer screen. She finished reading the story.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked Lucy.
"I love it! It's real squishy." She said and, as she did, she turned around in the chair to see me standing in front of her, my thick, vein-filled cock sticking out right at her.
"Suck my cock, Lucy. I want to fuck your naughty little mouth!" I told her.
To my surprise, Lucy began to protest, resist.
"I'm so sorry, I must have had led you on but I'm not that type of girl!" she said nervously.
Now flustered, Lucy stood up as if to leave. I grabbed her and redirected her to the couch. I straddled her lap so she could not get up and my still-hard cock was mere inches away from her mouth.
"You come to a hotel to meet a man you met on the internet, showing off those nice big tits. You have some drinks with him, you go to his room, you read porn to him and you really expect me to believe you're not that type of girl?" I asked rhetorically. I was angry but I did not shout.
"Please. I'm sorry. Don't hurt me!" Lucy begged. Before she could utter another word, I pushed my cock into her mouth.
"Suck my cock you tease!" I told her.
Lucy raised her arms to try to push me away but I grabbed them and held them. I then began thrusting my hips, fucking her mouth. I rammed my cock in as far as I could, pulled out so just the big, fat, helmet-shaped head was parting her lips and then rammed it back in her mouth, hard and fast.
She gurgled, gasped, sputtered but I did not care. I furiously fucked this girl's mouth. After maybe two minutes, her arms relaxed and I assumed she had given in. She became passive, did not move, did nothing. Her mouth was now a warm wet hole that I fucked at will. I grabbed her head and really began to assault her mouth with my cock. Another minute of this and I was ready to explode.
"Oh, you good little cock-sucker, you're going to make me cum. " I seethed.
Lucy became alarmed and her body stiffened. I could only assume that she was afraid of choking on a mouthful of cum. But I had other ideas. As I felt the sperm rise up to the slit in my cock head, I pulled it out of her mouth.
Grabbing my cock with my right hand, I pointed it at her tits. In the same moment, my left hand reached down and yanked her tank top away from her body, revealing more of these huge, fleshy globes. Cum erupted from my cock and I sprayed the tops of her tits with my warm, milky-white semen. I had been so turned on that the volume that I shot out covered her tits. I stroked and stroked with my right hand, milking every drop out onto her chest.
After completing my orgasm, I got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a towel for Lucy. She couldn't escape because she'd have to pass the bathroom to reach the door. I was still surprised that she didn't even try. As I approached her, I threw the towel towards her. Lucy was still, silent, dazed maybe.
"Here, you can use this to wipe my cum off your tits."
Moving quickly, she wiped up the cum and then stood to fetch her shoes and purse which were across the room. When she bent over to grab her shoes, her sexy thong came back into view and I began to get aroused again. As she made her way to the door, I called out to her to speak. She stopped to listen.
"Don't bother filing charges, Lucy. Hotel cameras will show you meeting me, having drinks and coming up to my room willingly. You have no proof, no bruises, nothing. Don't even think about it." I told her.
As I was saying this, I approached her. She hadn't yet opened the door and her back was to me, listening.
I reached around her and held the door closed. Aroused again, this time by the sight of her thong and ass, I wanted more.
"Hey, now it can be your turn." I said to her, trying to convince her to stick around for more. "I'll lick your pussy all night if you want." I said.
With my left hand against the door, I reached my right arm around her and began to force it down the front of her pants. Lucy squirmed and bucked, protesting. But, big as she was for a girl, I was still bigger and a man who was too aroused to be denied. I used my body to press her torso and huge tits to the door, holding her there. Now, with both arms free, I fought my way so that I was just able to reach her slit with my right hand. I reached out my finger to stroke her and -- what's this? -- she was soaking wet. She gasped. I pushed more of my right hand down her crotch and, sure enough, sensed through my hand the moisture of her wet panties.
"You little slut! You liked having me fuck your mouth, didn't you?" I said to her as my fingers found her clit and began to stroke it.
Lucy gasped and moaned and her body relaxed but she said nothing.
