The anticipation had been building over the past six months, which is, I suppose, the norm when embarking on an online relationship. Webcams also make it easier to connect with people. If that particular person irritates you, you can simply shut down the computer or block and delete them. You can’t do that in real life, can you? I had never met a guy who could handle my sexual predilections or my bizarre fantasies. Then I met Jay.
I met him on a dating site, and our chats developed relatively quickly. One night I mentioned to Jay that I wouldn’t be able to chat with him the following night because I was meeting up with my fuck buddy Ian. I see Ian once a week, religiously. He isn’t my type per se, but he likes a bit of rough, and he was the first person to ever make me gush. The only problem with Ian was that he lacked stamina. One fuck and an explosion of cum, and the night was over. Jay, although incredibly dirty-minded, surprised me by admitting he had never had a fuck buddy.
‘So, what does this fuck buddy situation entail?’ Jay asked me one evening as we were talking, and I was casually stroking myself, listening to the sexy Scottish lilt in his accent.
‘It isn’t rocket science. We are friends and we fuck. No strings fun, simple.’
‘It all sounds exciting, to say the least,’ he murmured.
‘It is.’ I’d laughed before changing the subject to something mundane, like what kind of a day he’d had at work. But once the fuck buddy situation was out, it was like it had opened a flood gate and soon, we started to share our sexual fantasies. Jay also liked to hear about what I had got up to that week with Ian, and knowing that my exploits were making him hard and horny only spurred me on to try new things for the sole purpose of teasing Jay.
Very soon, however, Jay started to infiltrate my thoughts even when we weren’t chatting or using our webcams to tease each other. In fact, it wasn’t long before I had a whole catalogue of fantasies to assist me with my obligatory early morning orgasm. Sometimes I would imagine him tying me up and teasing my clit relentlessly with his tongue; other times, I imagined us partaking in rough sex, where I had to beg for his mercy as he blindfolds me and takes control. I hadn’t really expected to meet up with him; it was all just a bit of fun.
However, one evening, when I had drunk way too many glasses of wine, I suggested to Jay that we should meet up. To my surprise, he was all for it. We arranged to meet at a hotel in Birmingham, which was halfway between North and South, so it was exactly halfway for both of us.
When I arrived at the hotel, I was struck by its grubby appearance and somewhat sordid setting, but the sleaziness really appealed to me. I was obviously hoping that the filth would follow me and Jay into the hotel room.
I unlocked the hotel room door and walked in. The walls were adorned with bright pink flowered wallpaper. A cheap double wardrobe stood in one corner, a matching dressing table by its side. A chaise lounge was shoved into a corner, looking decidedly out of place like it had been stolen from the five-star hotels from across the road.
I dropped my overnight bag onto the floor and threw myself on the bed. I’d arrived early and contemplated what I should do with myself as I waited for Jay to arrive. I toyed with two options: a) nipping out and getting us some alcohol or b) staying in, taking my time getting ready and waiting patiently for Jay’s arrival. I decided on the latter. It was boiling hot outside, and lugging heavy crates of beer, I decided, wasn’t very ladylike. No, it was a much better idea to take my time getting ready.
My stomach lurched with excitement as I unzipped my bag and pulled out my outfit of choice. I placed the black satin corset on the bed before pulling out my fishnet stockings. I rummaged further beneath the bottles of poppers and my dildo and finally located my crotchless knickers. Just looking at the ensemble was making me feel horny, and I was dying to play with myself and have a quick orgasm, but I had promised to keep myself all for Jay.
There was a knock on the door at 3pm prompt. I stood up and checked my appearance in the mirror before opening the door and letting Jay in. He was even more handsome in real life, and I was struck by how broad his shoulders were compared to his slender waist. I could see his chest through his tight white t-shirt, and I looked down and noticed that he looked like he was packing a fair punch in the trouser department as well.
Jay put down his overnight bag, and his eyes roamed over my outfit, a smirk playing around his lips. He knew we were here to fulfil one of my many fantasies. No talking, no preliminaries, just straight down to fucking a practical stranger in a seedy hotel.
I put my arms around Jay’s neck and felt his hands move down my back. His fingers stroked along the eyelets of my corset before he reached my suspenders. He slipped his hands beneath them and left his hands resting there for a moment before he pulled the straps back and let them slap back with a sting against my thighs. I pushed myself into him as he kissed my lips, gently at first, before he suddenly took hold of my hair, pulling my head back and grazing his teeth roughly against my lips. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I gasped as the stirring in my pussy reached a whole new height. Jay moved his mouth down my neck, his teeth nipping me. His fingers slid inside my knickers, and he found my clit with ease.
The decadence of being touched and teased by a relative stranger without a word passing our lips was incredibly horny. Jay’s fingers entered me, and his expertise brought me to climax within minutes. The orgasm came thick and fast, my juices gushing and splashing against my stockings and, in turn, soaking the front of Jay’s jeans. He grabbed my hips and pulled me roughly to him so I could feel the hardness of his cock.
The desire for him to bend me over and fuck me hard from behind was almost too much to bear, but I had to repay him for the orgasm. Unbuttoning his jeans, my fingers slid a little inside, enough for me to discover that Jay wasn’t wearing underwear. My fingers stroked over the smooth skin of his cock as I pulled it from the confines of the denim. I knelt down in front of him; his cock was just begging for attention, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and I wasted no time sampling Jay’s juices. Taking him into my mouth, I looked up at him and saw the pure urgency of horniness glide across his chiselled features.
‘Suck it like a dirty slut,’ he murmured, his eyes thick with lust. His hands reached down to my hair. Gripping it tightly, he pulled my mouth deep into his cock, the tip hitting the back of my throat, causing me to momentarily gag. As my eyes started to water, I forced myself to relax and took him like the dirty slut he wanted me to be. I could feel the gagging spit lubricating his cock and seeping out of the corners of my mouth and coating his balls with a lovely thick film.
I heard him groan and could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth from the energy of my enthusiastic sucking. My hands roamed over his balls, and I could feel them tighten, signalling his climax was imminent. Suddenly he pulled my head back, retracting his cock from my mouth. He pulled me up by my hair, forcing me to stand.
‘Í don’t want to come before fucking you.’ Jay smiled at me before leading me across the bedroom to the dressing table. He turned me to face the mirror as he stood behind me. His hands gripped my hips as he rubbed his hard cock across the top of my thighs before bending me forward. He rubbed his cock against my pussy before sliding in the tip, just enough to drive me crazy with desire, before taking it back out again and rubbing around the sides of my pussy before moving up until the tip was right near my arse. Jay paused briefly before moving back down to my pussy. This time, he was determined to give me his full length and pushed himself inside me. The pain was almost unbearable, but it was also incredibly horny.
‘I want you to count,’ Jay ordered. ‘Count each thrust like a good little slut.’
‘One,’ I gasped as he pounded himself deep inside me, making me gasp. ‘Two.’
‘Louder,’ Jay ordered. ‘Shout it louder.’
‘Three,’ I shouted as his thrusts came thick and fast, rendering me speechless. My gasps resounded around the room as my fingers felt for my clit. I rubbed myself in time to Jay’s fervent rhythm, my pussy suddenly starting to constrict against his cock before my orgasm exploded. Jay gripped my hair tighter and tighter as he, too, reached his goal and exploded his hot cum inside me. He rested a moment before pulling himself out of me. He leaned over my back and kissed my neck before whispering in my ear.
‘Nice to meet you, Bella.’
