I opened the door of my hotel room. He stood there in the hall in casual business wear, a light blue shirt, and navy slacks. I realized that he was a big man. Not husky, but tall and broad. Broad across the shoulders and hips. He would make big babies.
I felt self-conscious in my denim jeans and black blouse.
“Alice.” He stated my name as if he knew me already.
“Desmond?” I asked.
He smiled warmly and I felt my heart flip. I finally remembered that I was staring at him standing in the hallway. I stepped back, inviting him in.
When I shut the door, he firmly pressed himself against me from behind, his hands already fondling my body. He cupped my breasts with one of his large hands, his other busy undoing the buckle and button on my jeans. He breathed in my ear, spreading gooseflesh along my skin. He pressed his crotch against my ass. I felt him get hard as I squirmed against him. His hand at the front of my jeans slipped past my panties. I gasped as he brushed my clit. He felt my eager wetness. He let a feral growl rumble through his chest. His cock was rock hard through his slacks. I ground my ass harder against him.
“Please,” I begged, “I need you right now!”
He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He yanked my jeans off in one motion. I looked back over my shoulder as he smiled when he saw that the panties that I wore were crotchless. He already had his cock in his hand, pumping the head and spreading out the beads of precum.
He put his cock against my pussy lips.
“Tell me how bad you want me.” He bored into my soul with intense blue eyes.
“I want you to fuck me and put a baby in me right now!” I moaned.
He pushed inside me. My body opened to him like we were meant to fit together. I arched my back as he slowly started to thrust his hips against my pelvis. The head of his cock pushed farther toward my cervix. My fingers rubbed my clit as he started picking up his momentum. I gasped when he rammed himself deep inside me.
“You feel that?” he asked. “Your pussy and womb belong to me.”
He pulled me to the edge of the bed and started to fuck me hard and fast. The angle of his cock stroked my g-spot with every thrust. I moaned as my pussy started to tighten around his cock. I whimpered about cumming.
He continued to hammer his cock deep inside my body, forcing my uterus to submit to his will. His orgasm was intense, throbbing and twitching violently as he emptied his seed into my womb. He held on to my hips, his cock still plugged my hole so none could leak out. My hands gripped the cover on my bed, panting as I came down from my orgasm, trying to catch my breath.
After a minute, he pulled out and straightened my panties. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Still shaking, I stood. I found my jeans tossed over the black office chair of the hotel room. I fumbled with them to get them back on again. I almost fell over but caught myself on the desk with cum running down the leg that I was trying to put into my jeans. I reached for a tissue to wipe up the sperm.
“No,” he commanded sharply, “leave it on you.”
I pulled my jeans on the rest of the way. Cum pooled in the crotch staining it dark blue.
He smiled and held his hand out. I slipped into a pair of heels before going out the door, taking the hand that he offered me. I blushed as I looked at the mirrored surface of the elevator realizing that my hair was falling out of the bun I had tied it into. Now it looked like the cliche “messy buns” from a women’s magazine. I brushed the wisps of hair away from my face. Too late now.
He looked at me with that smile.
My heart flipped inside my chest again. I was supposed to be Ms. Hardworking-Hardass-Businesswoman and here I was blushing like an intern over some guy I met on Fetlife who shared the same Fetish as I did.
The elevator dinged as we arrived on the ground floor and I worked as hard as I could to make my face calm and collected. Just another lunch with a potential client, I repeated over and over again in my head. “What client has his cum pooling in your pants while you go on a date with him?” a voice asked in the back of my mind.
He led me down the street to a very classy Italian restaurant. I cringed mentally when I remembered that I was in jeans. The waiter seemed to have the same thought. Desmond seemed to be enjoying the fact that he had caught me so far off-guard. The waiter took us to a table that was in its own corner of the patio.