It was a Friday night.

We had made plans to stay at a ritzy hotel that had a spa.

You were in town on business. I had made arrangements to meet you there.

The drive there wasn’t too bad, perhaps taking me three hours to arrive. It was three hours of anticipation and horny thoughts of you fucking me.

Our evening would consist of dinner and perhaps going to the hotel bar for drinks after, before we tucked ourselves in a private corner to talk and catch up on life.

We booked one room.

Once I arrived, I unpacked my things.

You texted me that you were running late, but our reservation was for 7pm, and you would meet me there.

You added a line at the end of the message that stated, “Wear something sexy.”

My heart skipped a beat. I already had a sexy dress in mind, but I became aroused knowing you wanted to see me and show me off.

I headed towards the shower feeling a slight sense of relief that I could ready myself for you at my pace. There would be no pressure in the back of my mind to hurry.

I turned the hot water on and let the bathroom steam up. I took off my leggings and tank.

I didn’t bother to wear underwear for the drive. I typically found them restricting.

I never minded my nipples being erect, gaining attention from both men and women.

I liked the looks, and it made me feel sexy.

I stepped into the shower, letting the water run down my perky breasts. The water felt refreshing.

My thoughts kept returning to you and the events that may unfold this weekend. I wondered how you would use and explore my body—which of my holes you would claim first with your cum.

I could feel a twinge between my legs, and my fingertips wandered between my lips. My clit was already a bit swollen, and I was getting wet.

I rubbed my sensitive pussy slowly until I came.

I was now ready to surrender myself to your will.

I finished washing and got out of the shower. I towel-dried myself and walked around naked to feel the cool room air on my hot body.

I took my royal blue dress off the hanger and placed it on the bed.

I rubbed myself down with lotion so my skin would be velvety smooth for you.

I sat naked in front of the vanity to put on makeup. I finished my look and started on my hair. Once I had it all curled, I put on my dress.

The dress I opted for was one of my favorites.

It was satin with thin straps. It was short in length, landing right below my ass, showcasing my long, toned legs.

It hugged my hourglass figure in all the right ways. I chose to not wear a bra or panties.

I had plans to tease you all evening long with my body, so when we were ready to come back to the bedroom, you wouldn’t be able to take your hands off of me.

I wanted you to rip off my dress and claim me.

With some spritzes of perfume and some twirls in front of the mirror, I was ready to meet you for dinner.

I was seated at our table. You had not yet arrived.

I ordered a cocktail and waited for you.

I was mid-sip when I saw your sweet face. The host was walking you over to me. I gave you a sultry smile and uncrossed my legs, spreading them open slightly—hoping you would get a sneak peek of your midnight snack.

Your eyes met mine, then you looked me up and down. I could feel your gaze on my naked cunt.

I stood up to hug you and kiss your hungry lips. Your hand went from the small of my back to my firm butt cheek, lifting the back of my dress up. You gave my cheek a squeeze and whispered, “Naughty girl,” in my ear.

We sat down, looking over the menu. You asked if we wanted to order a bottle of wine.

I suggested a bottle of red.

We waited some time for our server to come and take our orders. You wasted no time touching me underneath the table.

You told me I looked incredibly sexy, and you couldn’t wait to wreck me later.

Your fingers moved from my inner thighs to my pussy.

Using two fingers, you rubbed and outlined the area beside my clit, teasing me.

Biting my lip, I could feel my nipples hardening on display, and I knew I was getting wet.

The waiter came to take our drink menu just as you plunged two fingers deep inside of me.

I was struggling to keep a straight face as you made me order the bottle.

Feeling slightly winded, I asked for a bottle of Merlot as you finger-fucked me.

I felt so dirty and hot knowing we were doing this in public, not caring who saw what.

Our waiter left, and you pulled your fingers out of me, forcing them in my mouth to taste.

I sucked them clean at the disgust of the couple next to us.

You fingered me some more, pulling them out to lick them yourself.

You ordered me to take my dress straps down. I happily did as you asked. You told me I was not to adjust the bodice of my dress, even if that meant my tits were out.

I felt the heat go to my cheeks. You had me so flushed with excitement at your commands.

You took an ice cube from your glass of water and inserted it inside of me.

I had never been so aroused in a public setting.

You then pulled my dress down a little so the tops of my areolas were exposed. I didn’t move or adjust myself. You looked at me, nodded, and said, “Good girl.”

Our waiter returned with our wine, followed by our dinner. He looked slightly uncomfortable at the sight of me.

I flirted with him, seemingly unbothered by my lack of dress. I reached for his hand to thank him as he set my plate down, causing my nipple to pop out of my dress.

He looked down at my breasts; I caught his gaze as he blushed and excused himself.

This excited you. You told me how turned on that exchange made you. You reached over and pinched my nipple. I told you I wanted more. You told me not yet. We needed to eat our meal first.

I had one breast in my dress and one out.

I couldn’t wait for the other one to pop out for you.

I was so wet, I knew for sure the back of my dress would give me away once I stood.

We finished our wine and dinner. We decided we would have room service bring us a few bottles of wine to our room. You paid the check, and I grabbed your arm at your elbow for us to walk together back to our room. As we were walking, my other tit became exposed. I proudly walked through the restaurant with all eyes on me. You wore a smile on your face as we made our way to the elevator. Once inside, you buried your face in my cleavage and started sucking and pinching my nipples.

My hand found your hard cock through your pants. We both were too focused to notice anyone coming on and off the elevator, and neither of us cared either.

Once on our floor, we ran to our room, hand in hand. My dress was resting on my hips at this point. Half-naked, I could feel the excitement and sexual tension building in you the closer we got. Stumbling with the key card, we finally made it in the door.

You unzipped my dress, and it fell to the floor.

You picked me up and threw me onto the bed.

I patiently waited for you to tell me what to do as you undressed.

You ordered me to suck your cock. I sat up and opened my mouth, spitting on it and licking it all over to get you sloppy wet.

Once I had all of you in my mouth, you forcefully held the back of my head to take control.

You moaned with pleasure, calling me your slut.

I loved when you called me dirty names in bed.

I sucked you off until you pulled out of my mouth and ordered me on all fours.

I got on my hands and knees, and you started pounding my pussy.

You fucked me hard.

You smacked my ass, holding to your promise of wrecking me.

I could feel you hitting my cervix, and I screamed.

You told me I wasn’t to cum yet. You weren’t done with me. You pulled out and slid your hard cock into my ass. You had your body weight resting on top of me, crushing me, to get the deepest depth you could.

Grabbing my throat and jaw, you called me a whore.

You told me this was my punishment for having my tits out at dinner.

My body belonged to you.

Fucking and thrusting, you were stretching my asshole as much as you could. You told me I needed to be taught a lesson.

I begged you to fuck me harder. That I was naughty and I should pay.

My nipples were brushing against the bed sheets as you pounded me from behind. I could feel an orgasm surfacing. I told you I was going to cum.

You ordered me not to. You weren’t done.

Pulling out of my ass, you had me sucking your cock once again.

When you were close to cumming, you told me you wanted it all over my pretty face. I sucked until you pulled out and showered me in your cum.

I cleaned my face with my hands and ate you off of my fingers.

You then had me lie on my back as you ferociously ate my pussy.

It wasn’t long until you had my thighs shaking and I was cumming. My juices were all over your face.

Both of us were sweaty and content.

We held each other and drifted off to sleep.

We were going to the hotel's spa the following day, and I couldn’t wait to see what the day had in store for me.